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Bad Spidey	By : sexdottxt Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A JUICY Idea
- 1
Miles Morales was scheming in his room.
He shouldn't have been. He attended Visions Academy. He had a promising future as a Spider-Man. He was even a protege to Peter Parker, the most infamous Spider-Man of them all.
That was the problem. It was a saying in the superhero world that if you didn't have some supervillain rival, a crazed lunatic obsessed with you and out to get out, that you had truly made it. Miles didn't have that yet. He couldn't. He didn't even see himself as a superhero yet.
He had been Peter's apprentice for two years now. After getting bitten by that radioactive spider, it meant the world for someone else to take him under their wing and show him how to use those powers. Let alone someone who was as badass as the OG. It was like having a whole new father. Not a controlling one like his blood dad, who chose to be a cop of all things. No, a cool dad.
But old habits died hard. Just as he had beef with his real father, so too did he start to want to outdo his new one. He'd make sure he came on top in the end.
Things were different though. There was no bad blood between them. Training under Peter, going out on missions with him, they were the most fun he ever had. He remembered the first time he had slung between buildings.
He was top of a skyscraper one morning right beside his new father, his brother from another mother, and the coolest person on the planet. The orange sun was beginning to rise over the horizon, lighting up the New York city skyline. This early, the streets were still noisy, cars all over the place, people going to and from work. Peter had gotten him up around 6AM, and things hadn't changed much. They didn't call it the city that never sleeps for no reason.
He had been groggy himself. Peter had gotten him up extra early without warning. This trip wasn't scheduled or planned, as was usually how things went. Whether it was training toe to toe, the proper practice of webslinging, or doing drills on rescuing hostages, Peter had always given him proper notice beforehand. The only times he hadn't was when something really bad was going down and Peter needed some backup. Even then, those situations didn't require too much help from the understudy. All he had to do was throw down with some villainous minions, flunkies who had an attitude problem. Sometimes things didn't even come to that, and Miles just watched in awe as Peter went at it for real, it was like watching some MMA fight for real. Tired as he was that morning, he was excited to see his hero kick some ass.
He was so excited that he didn't even bother to eat breakfast. He was glad. If he had, he would have likely thrown it all up.
“You can't be serious,” Miles said.
“Totes serious.” Peter smiled at him.
Miles ignored that Peter was still saying totes. Nobody said that anymore. He had a mind his idol was being ironically dorky. Or just trying to psyche him out on a morning like this.
Miles didn't respond. Not that that fazed Peter. He just said right back, “First time for everything.”
“Yeah but I figured I'd need more practice. Hell, I do need more practice. You've made me do some stunts with this webslinging I'd never done before. But this is totally new...”
“Don't tell me you're afraid.”
“Yeah, I am. Bout ready to start shitting bricks.”
Peter laughed so hard he actually snorted. “Cool story bro.”
“People don't say that anymore either!”
“Like I care. I'm bringing it back!”
Miles laughed awkwardly. “Alright, alright, so...can we just go home. Because this is...”
“Crazy?”
“Yeah.”
“So if a villain came up right now you'd just sit there and wouldn't do anything? Like say...Kraven. Or Doc Ock crawling up like King Kong or Green Goblin flying all over the place. You'd just sit there and do nothing?”
“You haven't trained me for this kind of thing!”
“This is training.”
“It's just I thought...” He laughed awkwardly himself. “I thought that there'd be a little more rehearsal than this.”
He hadn't just sparred with Peter in hand to hand combat. He'd trained with his webslingers in big warehouses, cleared out of anything save the barest details. First he pulled himself from the various railings and walkways, basic stuff. Then Peter would improvise things, adding various structures to sling from, and each time he would increase the distance between them. Pretty soon, Peter outright made the distances wide and vast enough without any warning and Miles would follow his instructions to the letter, going high and low no problem with no fear. From there he learned how to apply his power further, using his webslingers to deal with improvised hostage rescue situations, ways to take out enemies from a distance without even engaging with them. It had been thorough.
But nothing could prepare for him for this. Peter didn't mind one bit. “Rehearsal?” he said. “This ain't chorus practice. You gotta get up and seize the day!”
Under the red and black spider suit, Miles was sweating bullets. All those cars on the streets, the people, they looked so tiny from up there. The burning dawn sky beautiful as it was looked like it was about ready to crash onto him. He had to take a few steps back.
“Relax kid,” Peter said. “If anything happens, I've got your back.”
“But...if I fall, you can't reach me in time. You drop a light object and a small object, and they both fall at exactly the same speed. And if you try and sling me up while I'm falling I'll...”
He stopped talking. He didn't want to say die, the thought was too morbid. But unlike in a certain other timeline, Peter hadn't failed to save a certain someone. And if Miles wouldn't play along normally, he'd push him into the role.
“Then how about we do it like skydiving? You hold onto my back and we'll sling together. 'Course it'll be weird to see in The Daily Bugle, won't it? Will they say we're Spider-Bros? Spider-Guys? Spider-Lads? Hell, maybe we'll be the Spider-Lovers? That'll be awkward to explain to my girlfriend, but she's trusted and supported me in all things. I suppose she'll learn to accept your new presence in our lives...”
“Fine, I get it!” Getting his bearings, Miles took a few steps back on the surface of the skyscraper. Then he ran fast and leapt forward, activating his webslinger.
At first he felt sheer terror as he looked under him. The streets below him suddenly became very close, and he couldn't look away. But when he felt the webbing make contact with something, he looked up. The connection to another skyscraper and the fast motion of his body in freefall carried him and suddenly he wasn't dropping to his death, he was swinging forward fast like he wasn't a human anymore or even a superhero, no he felt like an airplace, a jet going at top speed. Whatever terror he felt was gone and now there was only sheer exhilaration.
He laughed and let out a loud whoop of joy. With no fear or hesitation, he slung another web and connected to another skyscraper, and then another. It felt as natural as breathing, and for the first time in a long time he felt invincible.
Beside him was Peter, also slinging. “How you like it Spider-Bro? You still afraid?”
Miles just laughed. “Fuck no! This is the most fun I've ever had in my entire life!”
“I knew you'd get the hang of it.”
“Hang of it! I see what you did there!” He was still laughing. He looked down. “Good morning people of New York! Damn what a fine morning!”
“Hey Spider-Bro! Keep your eyes up front! You know better than that! I know the chicky babes look all nice and fine this lovely morning, but your eyes should be standing up! Not a certain other thing!”
“Yeah, yeah, dad!”
They kept on going at it, laughing. Miles got even more bold, doing smooth acrobatic flips and taking a diving position. It got Peter worried when he did that, he was getting precariously low, but then the other Spider-Man saved himself and slung out another string, and with every passing skyscraper climbed back up until he was level with Peter's height again. He was still laughing.
“Don't do that again,” said Peter. “You got me worried there for a sec.”
“When was the last time you did that?”
“Lost count. These days I'm all about keeping it professional, right?”
“Whatever dad. Just think it's an excuse that your old man bones are catching up to you.”
“Hey, I'll be turning thirty in a few weeks! Give me a break!”
“Talk as much as you like, bruh! Thirty is the new fifty! Not like me, still in the prime of my life.”
They kept on slinging like that for a good long while. After that Peter got serious. “Hey Miles, how about we stop at that next one. I promised a certain someone I'd meet her soon.”
“Okay, I guess I'll go easy on you.”
They landed on the roof of the next skyscraper. It wasn't a chance coincidence they had stopped here. Peter had a series of unofficial bases across New York, places where he would use to lie low in case things got bad. Away from his main place of residence and away from his loved ones. Miles only knew about a few of them. As much as he enjoyed his company, Peter didn't have total faith in Miles just yet.
Miles tore off his mask. By now the sun had become brighter and the sky was a clear blue. His dark skin was covered in sweat and he was laughing. “Goddamn Pete. I don't know how you'd ever get bored of a job like this.”
“You tangle with some of the guys I have and you'll find it can get terrifying. Your heart will be beating for another reason.” He looked down over the parapets. “And my heart's beating for another reason too.”
Miles joined him. The sidewalks were starting to get more crowded. On this morning, there were plenty of girls out. Some were dressed all fine and professional, others were dressed casual. But with how hot it was, they were all showing plenty of skin. Even the most conservative of them were showing some leg.
“Which one you have picked out?” he said, turning to look at Peter. But he was gone. Miles turned back and saw that he was already running back to the rooftop door. Grinning, Miles joined him.
The only thing in there was a set of stairs leading down. Peter was already going down. Miles followed right behind him. It wasn't long before they reached one of the locker rooms Peter had picked out for the both of them. They changed out of their spider-suits and into a series of plainclothes.
The two guys smiled at each other. They didn't look like superheroes anymore, instead they both looked like gym studs. It wasn't odd to see Peter like that, he wasn't a dorky kid anymore, whether it was as Spider-Man or his overall public persona. Miles on the other hand felt a little awkward. If any of his friends from the old Brooklyn school saw him like this, they'd laugh their asses off.
But in the company of Peter Parker, he didn't care about any of that. Nor did he really care about looking awkward. After seeing so many hotties on the city streets, he was eager to get a firsthand look at them too.
Before he knew it, they were both on the first floor. Pushing the doors wide open, Peter was moving about with a brisk pep in his step and Miles was all too happy to follow him. Back outside, Miles was feeling a little suave, checking out all the ladies, smiling at them and trying to look as cool as possible. He was normally never this bold but after today's events and in the company of a real hero, he had nothing to fear.
So many pretty ladies on these city streets. Some were standoffish while others smiled cutely and others just laughed. He just felt like a champ making eye contact with so many beautiful women and shooting his shot. No doubt some of them had boyfriends. He didn't care.
There was one though that stuck out from all the rest. Long red hair that shone almost gold in that sunlight, full luscious lips, a total knockout. That wasn't helped by what she was wearing. A low cut tiny t-shirt that clung to her body and gave him a good few of her breathtaking cleavage, baring her lovely flat stomach and hips while hugging her massive breasts, little pink shorts that tightened up into a cameltoe with those long lovely legs to the whole world. She had just stopped running, her perfect thighs were still jiggling as she was slowing down and her face was covered in sweat. That just meant her beauty was all natural.
She was so gorgeous he couldn't tell what age she was. Older than him to be sure, none of the hotties at Brooklyn Middle looked like this. That's how it was with beautiful women, but especially with a bombshell like this one, she could have only been a few years older than him or she could be a decade older than that. Her freckles were barely visible. He was just staring at her, he didn't just want to smile at her, and he barely caught himself from staring at her chest, he could see she wasn't wearing a bra at all, he could see the pronounced shape of her nipples. She was oblivious to him, just another face in the crowd, and she had headphones on.
They locked eyes. Suddenly feeling out of his depth, he didn't know what to say. That high from getting over his fears and slinging across the city was nothing compared to being in the presence of a goddess like this one. He suddenly felt self-conscious about that joyride in the air as if he only was a little boy for feeling such a thing in the first place. Neither of them said anything. It was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity for him. He tried to think of something.
Before he even realized it, he was getting hard. Just as his lip quivered in his inability to find his words, there was a close and familiar voice that said, “There's my girl!”
It snapped Miles out of that trance. The instant of snapping out of that was so sudden that he couldn't place who it was, but he hoped to god that she wouldn't sic him on her. He saw someone going up to her. That fast she broke eye contact with him and looked at her guy. She almost jumped like she was shocked too. But not for long, her face lit up that instant with a smile and she looked so much more beautiful and unattainable to him. Miles almost jumped when he saw who it was.
It was Peter. He grabbed her by her hips and scooped her up into his arms. She laughed and hugged him, her long naked legs bound around his back. His mentor and a hero dressed up like a gym bro with such a goddess of a woman, Miles suddenly felt so weak, as if he was an impostor and not his real heir at all, a child in the presence of a man. He never felt so weak before. He'd seen Mary Jane Watson before when Peter would show him photos from his phone, but this was the first time meeting her for real.
“Hope I'm not late,” Peter said.
“Oh no, right on time,” she said. “And besides, you're looking real cute today.”
“Not as fine as you.”
Then she cupped his face and kissed him. Miles felt like he was watching a movie for real. It was one thing to see such a beautiful woman in real time, let alone practically naked like she was now. It was another thing to see her engaged in such a warm and intimate act. Watching porn, fantasizing, that was all well and good, but it was another thing entirely to see something so beautiful and erotic happen in real time.
He remembered the first time he saw two hot girls making out with each other while he was walking home from school, it was amazing. He thought the girls in his class were hot, but they were another thing altogether, he imagined they must have been in college. He couldn't believe what was happening right in front of his eyes. As soon as they were done, they saw him and giggled, then snuck off away somewhere else. He always regretted not asking if he could tag along.
But this was something else. She was dressed like a bimbo, some dumb slut like those two he first saw, the type who would make out with another girl and put it online, and yet he knew she was something else. The way she was clinging to him, his hands running all over those perfect legs and cupping that badonkadonk of hers spilling so badly out of those shorts, Peter Parker must have been the luckiest guy in the world. They only started out gently kissing but now they were full on making out, the sounds of their tongues going at it was pretty loud. Miles didn't dare look away, the heat of the day was nothing compared to the heat in his pants, there was nothing else he cared about. It was sexy, it was unattainable, and he wanted to be a part of it so bad.
A bit of a crowd was watching them go at it too. When they stopped, he set her down. The pack of people that had gathered around them were cheering and clapping. Miles was so caught up in it, watching them, sharing the sentiment with those people, that he barely stopped himself from joining in with them at the last minute. Today was shaping up to be a beautiful day.
Not that all that commotion mattered to these lovebirds. MJ was the first one to speak and said, “Look but don't touch boys. I'm already taken.”
“Yeah, go beat it somewhere else,” said Peter.
He didn't need to be wearing his spider-suit for people to get the hint. His current build, the way he was dressed, he didn't look like the little nerd he was back in high school and he didn't look like a superhero either. Instead he looked like your typical jock. They all cleared out fast.
Peter looked back at Miles. “Sorry about getting all gooey back there. Not very professional for a scientist to be doing that sort of thing.”
“But very heroic,” said MJ. She looked at Miles. “Is this...?”
“He is indeed! Mary Jane Watson, this is my one and only protege Mr. Miles Morales at your service!”
She smiled at him and his heart leapt up in his chest. “Nice to meet your acquaintanceship. Peter's told me all about you.” She held out her hand to shake it. Time was stopping for him again, just like when he leapt between skyscrapers for the first time. But this one was far worse.
Those beautiful green eyes of hers were twinkling. He was freezing up and he knew it. Desperate to make a good first impression, he smiled as confidently as he could and took her hand. “Hey.”
She giggled and Peter chuckled himself. “Don't mind him,” said Peter. “He just swung from skyscrapers for the first time. So he's a bit out of it.”
“I bet. Peter's being nice to you, right? If he isn't, let me know and I'll pull a Lysistrata on him.”
“Lysis-what?” Miles said, suddenly at a loss for words.
“That's why I fell in love with this woman,” said Peter. “Beautiful, an absolute angel, and well read to boot.”
“It's book smarts mixed with street smarts. Me and Gwen, we were talking about it, and we've decided if our guys ever get an attitude, we can always hit 'em where it hurts. That means you'll in the dog house.”
“Well. You're not going to pull that on me anytime soon, are you?”
“That depends.” She looked at Miles. “He's been a good boy, right?”
That same smile was messing him up all over again. He didn't know what else to do but put on that dumb attempt at a cocky grin again. “Sure.”
She looked back at Peter and smiled even more sweetly but there was a bit of devil in that look too. Miles only wished he could have a girl as gorgeous as this one look at him like that. “Well, if you've been nice to him, I think I can give you a hero's reward.”
Peter smiled back at her, and this time there was no hint of the dorky persona he had been putting on earlier. She took his arm and made a motion with her head. Still smiling that man's smile, he nodded himself. Then he looked back at Miles. “Be seeing you. You did great today!”
Normally praise from Peter would have been enough for Miles. But it was MJ's next words that really made his day. “Yeah, keep it up. Before long you'll be making Peter here look like half of a Spider-Man.”
Unable to keep his confident facade any longer, Miles just looked away and smiled bashfully. He was thankful he had such a dark complexion. Growing up black in this neighborhood hadn't been easy especially for someone as dark as he was, but now neither of them could see how much he was blushing. It was bad enough that he had to hide his growing boner under his legs.
Then they turned around and left. Miles couldn't look away from MJ's glorious backside. Whenever he was checking out hot chicks in the summertime (who depending on your perspective either didn't know how to dress or were very well dressed), he couldn't decide whether he liked the front or back of their thighs more. Mary Jane Watson was yet more proof of that. But what was getting his attention now weren't her legs but that ass of hers. She was wearing one of those pairs of shorts that had those words printed in thick letters on the donk. In this case it read 'JUICY.'
And it was that. Not only were her undercheeks spilling out of her shorts, but her whole behind was jiggling with every erotic step she took. Pretty soon the word on her behind was sucked into those hot pants, the only thing that mattered to him were how big and JUICY that rump of hers was. He couldn't believe that Peter Parker's lady love not only had such a big ass but also dressed like such a ridiculous slut. Miles figured the only reason she went out in public like that was because of who her boyfriend was.
He was just saved in time from being caught when Peter looked back at him. His mentor flashed him a smile and mouthed, Thank you! Miles just realized what he meant by that. Apparently his teacher was no longer in the dog house.
He would find out just how true that was. The next day, they met up at an elementary school playground. These places were innocuous enough on their own, but in the summer months, they were abandoned. And they served as excellent obstacle courses. Monkey bars, jungle gyms, all of it. Pretty tame compared to that skyscraper sailing yesterday. Still, these places had their uses.
Miles came a little earlier than usual. By the time the appointed date came, Peter still hadn't shown up. When he did get there, he just stretched out. Miles sat back, a little annoyed at how casual the other guy was being after being late.
“So what's the training for today?” Miles said.
Peter perked up. “Oh uh, yeah...that. Sorry, I was up all night prepping so I'm a bit absent-minded. Let me set things up. And I have the training module on my phone. Feel free to look it up and review.”
Miles smiled looking at Peter's phone. He'd done a lot of things with his teacher, but he couldn't believe he was being trusted with the keys to the kingdom. He saw a folder entitled TRAINING. But right next to that was one that said PERSONAL.
Intrigued, Miles looked into that folder. There were folders about financial documents, folders that presumably kept reports on villains he had fought in the past, and even one titled MILES. Normally the last one would have caught his attention. But the real one that was competing for his fancy was one that said XXX.
He looked up. Peter was still setting things up, his back turned. Smiling, Miles opened up the XXX folder. They were all titled MJ and then a date. The most recent one was yesterday's date. And there were a lot of them too.
Taking his chances, Miles took out his phone and connected a cord between his and Peter's and copied the most recent MJ file on over to his. He kept on looking up at Peter to make sure he wasn't looking. He never did look back, the man was in his own little world. But Miles was nervous the whole time. Even after flying across skyscrapers for the first time, this was way more interesting by far.
Miles' face lit up when the file transfer was complete. But he wasn't going to try his luck. He took the cord out before things got dicey.
Just in time too, because Peter did look back just then. Miles played innocent, looking at the training stuff. Peter smiled.
“Alright, you wanna get started?”
Miles smiled right back, and this time there was genuine joy in it. He didn't remember much of the training that went on that day. He had more important things to worry about.
As soon as he got home, he went to his room and shut the door. Before his mom could greet him, he was moving like a blur. He was like a little kid on Christmas night waiting for Santa Claus. He quickly whipped out his phone and looked at it.
It opened up exactly like he had hoped. It was the same as that day he first met Mary Jane Watson in person, she was still in those JUICY short shorts of hers, and Peter still looked like a dumb gym bro. Still early morning too. Clearly Peter had the thing in mind as Miles did.
They started out by making out something fierce. They were having themselves a hell of a party yesterday morning on the streets of New York City, but this was something else. Peter helped himself up to lifting up the behind of MJ's shorts so that her big bubbly ass cheeks were spilling right out, and he happily grabbed that luscious bare behind, digging his fingers into it. She took things a step farther and grabbed onto the lump in his pants. Peter was already stiff, but now Miles watched his mentor's manhood expand and growing up. Miles shared that notion, he was so spellbound that he got fully hard in seconds and even then his erection was the last thing he cared about, it was like he was having a crush on a girl again for the first time.
Now in complete and total privacy, an upstanding teacher and famous hero like Peter Parker could act exactly how he wanted with this babe. Needless to say, he buried his face into her tits, and breathed deep. Her breasts weren't exposed yet, but the way they moved in that tight shirt against his face, Miles could tell they were real. MJ just giggled and grabbed the back of his head, encouraging him to go wild.
Peter did indeed, sucking on each of her breasts. MJ growled happily, Miles remembered she wasn't wearing a bra yesterday, and he imagined she must have been feeling that ravenous mouth of his, teasing her skin through the fabric. She felt his crotch even harder and grabbing the hem, yanked them down along with his boxer shorts. His dick sprang right out.
It just occurred to Miles that he really was watching his mentor's sex tape. That wasn't odd, he knew what he was getting into when he coped that file. But he found himself making a size comparison with Peter's dick before he knew it. He was surprised that the OG Spider-Man was as well hung as he was. With how much of a dork he could be, he always figured that his charm was more to his heroism than any real lovemaking talents. Still, he couldn't compare to Miles. He was still a growing boy, but getting bitten by that radioactive spider gave him an early growth spurt, and he took no small amount of pride in having a big long ten-incher.
But that didn't get him anywhere close to the action. Instead he was just watching it. By now, MJ was jacking him off good while he took each of her breasts into his mouth. Peter couldn't handle it anymore, because he threw her down onto the couch behind her. Miles could only relate all too well, any guy who would remain still with such a woman stroking him had to be insane. Peter was staring down at her, her tits were transparent through the wet shirt after all that sucking. Wasting no more time, he slammed his cock in between her taters.
Even with all the things they must done before, Peter took her by surprise. Not only was he tit fucking her, his hands slammed down onto her huge breasts. He wasted no time in mashing her tits down with the force of his palms while still ramming her delectable mammaries. From the way he was plowing her, that vicious look on his face, there was no doubt he was getting off it. But MJ was really feeling it too, she was moaning hard and he wasn't showing her any mercy.
Peter showed his exuberance all too well when he blasted his first load all over MJ's face and red locks. Miles almost jumped back, he had expected him to have more staying power. But no matter how must have done it, no horny guy could resist busting his load so fast all over someone as fine as Mary Jane Watson.
She absent-mindedly licked the gunk off her face while he pulled away from her. Clearly she wasn't bothered by Peter getting her face all nasty because she very slowly wiped all that cum off her face and took her time in swallowing it like she wanted to. Sucking it off her fingers and moaning, she was acting like a real porn star.
At that point, Peter lost it. He grabbed her body and frantically moved her around, snapping her out of her slow temptation. But she wasn't passive either and was just as chaotic as he was, they were wildly kissing each other, rubbing their bodies up against each other and messily trying to tear the other's clothes off. As soon as he had her shorts down, he spun her around and bending over her, rammed his cock straight inside of her.
MJ let out a slow and sweet moan from his meat stabbing all the way inside of her. It wasn't enough to keep Peter from plowing her. Whatever heroic face he had was nothing compared to this bestial side of him that he kept in private. He made sure to drill himself in as far as possible before pulling out.
She looked back. To Miles' eyes, it looked like she was trying to say something. But Peter was so into fucking her that instead of pleasing her like she wanted him to and for all that he was drilling her, he was acting much like some horny idiot too lost in his own pleasure to focus on the beauty he was doing for real. Still, it was enough to throw her back again and then she just sat there, letting him plow her as he pleased.
He suddenly hissed and slowed down. Before Miles could understand, MJ bit her lip and let out a sweet whimper. And from the way she started moving even after getting rammed like that, clearly she was up for more.
But things wouldn't go that way. Before she could beg for more, Peter pulled out and shot several globs of jizz all over her bare ass. He had to sit down and take a breather.
But he was still conscious enough to look over at the camera. He smiled and gave a peace sign. What really caught his attention was MJ. She had a bored and disinterested look on her face. Clearly Peter didn't notice, he just leaned forth and shut off the camera. Needless to say Miles jacked off hard, and that video would be his favorite porno for a good long while.
And another thought occurred to him right after he blew his load. That bored disinterested look. No way a woman with that face was actually happy.

Hold on, did she actually fake that orgasm?

That wasn't the only thing either. Miles found himself suddenly up the next morning, it was like he never dreamed at all. As he got up, he heard a knocking on his door. He opened it up.
It was MJ. She was still wearing that outfit he first met her in, little shirt, JUICY shorts and all. And she had a big smile on her face.
“Hey there,” she said.
“Miss Watson? I mean MJ. I mean...”
“Shhh.” She put a finger to his lips. “Don't worry about that. Peter's away. How about you show me how good you slung across the city?”
He didn't need time to think on that one. “Hell yeah.”
He took her to where Peter had taken her that fateful morning. The city looked as expansive as ever, and the sky was still gorgeous. It felt even more incredible because he had this gorgeous woman by his side.
She held onto his arm. “Well. Take me across the city.”
He looked at her staring into his eyes. “Hell yeah.”
Taking her by the hip, her skin exposed to his touch in that little shirt, she held onto him. They both laughed as he slung from building to building with a song in his heart, all fear abandoned. They were laughing the whole time without a care in the world. This gorgeous nearly naked woman was holding onto him, and somehow, someway, he wasn't getting a stiffy in his pants at all. He felt reborn, he felt powerful, he felt invincible.
When he had enough, he landed on the rooftop of one of New York's many skyscrapers. They were still laughing. Then she held onto his shoulders.
“This is my apartment building. How about we take a breather?”
Miles wouldn't turn down a beautiful woman's words. “Hell yeah.”
He almost jumped up when she took his hand. Then she led him to the rooftop doorway and took him down the stairs. It was like a flash when Miles suddenly realized he was in her apartment, the same one he watched her and Peter do it.
“Peter's not here,” she cooed. “And I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy...”
She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. Miles' eyes widened at this, her lips were so full and luscious. He thought he was going to have a heart attack.
She pushed her tongue into his mouth. She tasted so fresh and amazing. He was frozen only for a few more seconds before his tongue pushed back into her mouth almost on it's own, that's how much he wanted it. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held onto him closer. He felt her ample bosom move up on his chest.
Miles returned that embrace. He reached down and felt her bottom, her JUICY ass felt better on his hands than he could have ever imagined, big and soft and those shorts were so tight, he was jiggling it around as he pleased. All the while their tongues were still going at it. He was getting hard fast.
He wanted more. He pushed her back and looked down at her wonderful chest. That cleavage of hers, he started eating all over it like an animal. With the rate of how much he was scarfing down her chest and how tiny her shirt was, it wasn't long before her tits popped right on out. Miles only made it his priority to eat the rest of her tits. They were so big and full, her nipples were so hard, and she sighed happily as she held onto the back of his head, wanting him more and more.
She started massaging his crotch. He was hard already but now he couldn't take it anymore. Miles had more things he wanted to do with these titties than just eat them. Moving back, he suddenly pushed her down. She landed on Peter's bed. This vision of loveliness, her naked hooters hanging out, her face looking so shocked. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with her.
Dropping his pants, he rammed his prick right into her full mammaries. MJ let out a girlish whimper and that only spurred him on to go at it harder. His dick was so big that it hit on her face with every thrust. Her naked breasts jiggling with every thrust from him right before his eyes incensed him to grab onto those hooters. He pressed down on them like a beast, her nipples were so hard, and it was so good.
It got a lot better too. While he was going at it with her, MJ moved her head up and licked onto the end of his penis. Miles hissed from the goodness, he looked down into her whorish little eyes gazing up into his. So pure, so innocent, so needy. It made him look away and hiss deeply.
Then he felt the pleasure on his shaft only getting better. Miles groaned deeply, absorbed in his pleasure. Still fucking her chest, by chance he looked down again and looked at her again. She was holding her breasts and actively squeezing his cock with her tits now. His jaw was hanging open, she had come onto him, he was tit fucking her, and still her attitude surprised him.
She was licking inside the opening of his penis. Miles felt like he was going to lose it at any point. While he looked deeply into her wide and bright eyes, she suddenly winked at him.
That did it. He suddenly screamed like an animal, blowing all of his load deep into her mouth. It was such a chaotic orgasm that he pulled out of her tits without realizing it. His dick was shaking all over the place, still cumming, releasing his load all over her face, her hair, and her luxuriant chest mounds.
He fell to his knees. It was the first time he had ever done something with a woman for real period, and it was better than he could have ever imagined. Training as Spider-Man was nothing compared to this.
In that position, he was under her. Looking up, he saw she was already standing up again. She was leaning over him, looking at him with a cute smile. The cameltoe of her shorts was so wet. Already having cum he was getting stiff again.
He lay down on his back upon the floor to make himself more comfortable. He was closing his eyes, taking it all in and immersed in his own pleasure when he felt something plop down on him hard. He looked up.
It was MJ. She was on top of him. The pressure on his penis, he knew that he was inside of her. He briefly remembered that cameltoe of hers in those shorts, and then he looked down and saw that her shorts were still on and his dick was inside of that cameltoe. Just as he was about to say something, she began riding him hard.
Down on the floor, he could only take it. He thought fucking her tits was a riot, but her pussy was something else. Each time she went down on him, his meat was as deep inside of her clothed twat as it could go. With her shirt still on, her tits were hanging out, jiggling with every motion she made.
It brought it out of him so bad. Laying there on the floor, Miles began hitting right back inside of her everything that he got. She looked down at him with a smile, her face was still covered in cum, and she leaned down and kissed him. Their mouths were locked in a frenzied kiss, he tasted the jizz on her tongue, and there was nothing else he wanted more than to be here.
She was getting faster and faster. Miles had to step things up a bit with his thrust game, it was difficult for him since he was lying down on the floor. But he did it as best he could, enjoying every moment of it.
MJ threw her head back and cried out. She was riding him pretty good before but she had to slow down a bit. She reached down and held onto his shoulders, grinding her nails into him. Miles was already feeling really good fucking her, yet that alone pushed him to his limits. He hit up into her wildly, losing it.
When he came again, MJ threw her head back even farther. Even though he wasn't fucking her naked pussy, Miles felt the soft walls of her cameltoe pussy tighten down hard on his meat, followed by the feeling of his own jizz squirting out coating and running down his dick. He grunted roughly, basking in the afterglow of it all.
He blinked and then suddenly she was off of him. She was standing up, her backside towards him. She was leaning forward, and the back of her long legs and that JUICY ass of hers towering over him, it was all so appetizing. And then she looked back at him and spanked her badonkadonk.
Miles was surprised just how easily he was able to rise to his feet. Still rock hard, he grabbed her hips and thrust his prick into that JUICY behind of hers. Just like when he fucked her cameltoe pussy, his dick sunk into her ass surprisingly easy.
He pounded that behind of hers with no hesitation. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy, and he felt no limit to his stamina or strength. The thought of Peter coming home early never even crossed his mind. All he wanted to do was fuck this sexy woman, now moaning deeply as he stuffed her behind.
He moved his face into MJ's long and gorgeous ginger locks. Her scent was divine, and he moved his lips to her neck. She had been wailing so badly, but she bit her lip when he kissed all over her neck, her soft skin tasted so good. It wasn't long before she began hitting her derriere right back up against him.
It got so bad that her torso fell over forward. The sight of her down and taking it, making all kinds of embarrassing sounds made him to fuck her even harder. It was so intense that it was like his hips were out of his control. Down below, she was still moving her whole body, her torso, her ass, all just to keep up with him.
He hitched in his breath when he came again, blowing another hot load out into her. This one was even better than the last, he kept on cumming for what felt like forever. Under him, MJ was still shrieking like an animal.
Then he suddenly pulled out of her without realizing it. He was still cumming even then, coating her backside with more cum, there was still so much of it leaking out of her ass, and he never felt more content. He was ready to tear her clothes off and fuck the whole day away with her.
Then he blinked. He wasn't in their apartment anymore, he was back in his room in the dead of night. He had been furiously humping the mattress, there was so much cum, in his boxer shorts were filthy. Even as he woke up, it still took him awhile to realize that whole thing wasn't real.
In the several months that would go by, Miles would sneak what videos he could off of Peter's phone while training. Things didn't exactly proceed in a chronological order or anything, he wouldn't dare blow his cover or risk the wrath of the OG Spider-Man. But everytime he did succeed, Miles would spend all night beating off like crazy.
Fast forward to now. Miles was scheming in his bed. Peter had even trusted him enough that in the past month, invite him over to his place a couple times. MJ was just as dazzling to behold as before. But he could never forget that first time he saw her in person.
He remembered that thought he did have first of seeing her. That the only reason she would go out in public like that on a scorching hot day was because Peter Parker was watching her back. Miles was going to make it his mission to ruin that man's whole career.
And Peter invited Miles on over to his place tomorrow to watch over MJ since he had a big mission with the Avengers. Said that Miles was the only person he could really trust to safeguard her. He'd prove how accurate a statement that was. It was nothing personal. But he'd prove that saying the third time's the charm.
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