Disastrous Birthday Party - Miles Morales x MJ & Gwen Stacy

Summary: The classic Parker Luck strikes and Peter is forced to not attend his own birthday, leaving two very horny, very pent-up women. Who else is there to pick up the slack but Pete's own protege, Miles Morales?

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It was 11:57 PM, and Peter Parker's birthday party was officially a disaster. The party decorations drooped, half-eaten cupcakes sat abandoned, and a once-vibrant balloon in the corner let out a slow, pitiful wheeze. Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy had long since abandoned any hope of Peter actually showing up. Instead, they'd relocated to Peter's room, nursing glasses of wine that had gone from celebratory to cathartic.

Miles Morales sat awkwardly on Peter's bed, fiddling with a stray Spider-Man figurine he'd found on the dresser. 'So this is how adults deal with disappointment, huh? Wine and roasting the absent birthday boy?'

"I cannot believe he bailed on his own birthday party," MJ declared, waving her wine glass dramatically and nearly spilling its contents. She flopped back into Peter's computer chair, legs dangling over the armrest. "Who does that? Who even does that?!"

"Peter," Gwen replied, dry as a desert. She leaned against Peter's desk, swirling her wine with all the grace of someone who had spent the last hour bad-mouthing their crush. "It's like… a thing with him. Flaky Parker."

"Flaky Parker," MJ repeated with a snort. "That's it. That's his new nickname. God, why do I even bother? I got him this super expensive cologne, Gwen made cupcakes… Miles…" She turned to him, narrowing her eyes. "What did you bring again?"

Miles blinked, the figurine still in his hands. "Uh… my charming personality?"

"Hmm. Acceptable," MJ said, her eyes narrowing playfully. "And you showed up, which is more than I can say for the actual birthday boy."

Miles forced a laugh, trying to ignore the very large, very drunk elephants in the room. 'Do not mention the Sinister Six. Do not mention Peter being out there fighting the Sinister Six.'

"Y-Yeah, well, you know Pete. Probably got… held up. Busy guy. Lot on his plate." He avoided their gazes and faked a sudden interest in the nearby lamp.

'Smooth, Miles. Real smooth. Why don't you just scream "Peter's Spider-Man" and get it over with?'

Because he knew the truth. Peter Parker was Spider-Man. They did not know. They were completely ignorant and Miles, well, he was left to pick up the pieces.

"Busy with what?" Gwen shot back, crossing her arms. "He's not in class, he's not at work… unless he moonlights as a professional ghoster."

MJ cackled.

"I'm serious!" Gwen exclaimed. "How does he always have these mysterious disappearances? Like, who's even that unavailable? Miles, you see him all the time. Does he, like, volunteer at a secret orphanage or something? Is he doing drugs?

"N-no, definitely not drugs or anything. Um...maybe it's college stuff? The professor he works for is pretty tough." Miles shrugged nonchalantly, hoping they wouldn't notice the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Riiight." MJ took a long sip of wine. Then, out of nowhere, she turned her gaze back to Miles. "You know what, Miles? You're a good friend. Always defending Peter. Showing up. Being, like… there." She gestured vaguely toward him. "I bet the girls at your college are all over you."

Miles froze. "What? No! No, no, no. That's… not a thing. Not… happening."

MJ raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. Look at you. Cute, charming, smart… I'm tipsy, not blind."

Gwen choked on her wine. "MJ! Dial it back a bit, maybe?"

"What? It's true!" MJ shot back, waving her glass again. "If Peter wants to go MIA, fine. Whatever. But if Miles here doesn't have a girlfriend, it's because girls are stupid."

"Uh, thanks?" Miles said, half-smiling, half-panicking.

"Wait," MJ said suddenly, sitting up straighter. "Do you really not have a girlfriend? Like, for real?"

"For real," Miles muttered, avoiding eye contact. "I'm kinda… focusing on school. And other stuff."

"Huh." MJ's gaze turned thoughtful. Dangerously thoughtful. "Well, that's dumb. You're adorable. If I were your age, I'd…" She trailed off, then giggled. "Actually, who cares about age? You know, I did plan something special for Peter tonight… but since he's too busy… whatevering… maybe you should… take his place."

Miles's heart nearly stopped. "Wha—"

"MJ!" Gwen snapped, her face redder than the wine. "That's insane. You can't just… offer yourself to Miles like some kind of consolation prize!"

"Why not?" MJ shot back, clearly enjoying Gwen's reaction. "It's not like Peter's interested. He's always running off, leaving us hanging. Meanwhile, Miles is here, being all… dependable. And… cute." She smirked at Gwen. "Unless, of course, you have dibs on him?"

Gwen's jaw dropped. "I—what—NO! That's not the point!"

"Oh, really?" MJ teased, leaning forward. "So, you don't think Miles is cute?"

"I didn't say that!" Gwen blurted out, then immediately looked horrified.

"Ah-ha!" MJ declared, pointing triumphantly. "Knew it. You're just mad because you didn't say it first."

"I am not—" Gwen started, then groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're impossible."

Meanwhile, Miles was having an out-of-body experience. 'This is a dream. No, a nightmare. Definitely a nightmare. Wake up, Miles. Wake up now.'

Two hotties. Both in their mid-twenties, both a couple years older than him. One a redhead with a fat ass and another a sexy, smart blonde. Literally snowbunny magnets.

"Look," Miles said quickly, holding up his hands like he was negotiating with armed criminals. "I think maybe the wine's talking, so let's all just… take a breath, okay?"

"Aw, you're so responsible," MJ cooed, ignoring him completely. She turned back to Gwen with a wicked grin. "Fine. If you think it's so ridiculous, you flirt with him."

Gwen's eyes widened. "What?!"

"Go on," MJ said, crossing her arms. "If you're so above it all, prove it."

Gwen opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. Her eyes darted to Miles, who was staring at her like a deer in headlights. "I… uh…"

MJ leaned back, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "See? You can't do it. Which means you do like him."

Gwen's face turned an even deeper shade of red. She cleared her throat, straightened up, and… smiled at Miles. A slow, deliberate, very un-Gwen smile.

"Hey, Miles," she said, her voice suddenly sweet and… was that a hint of sultry? "You know… MJ's right. You are pretty adorable."

Miles's brain short-circuited. "Uh… thanks?"

"And smart," Gwen continued. Suddenly, she was beside him. As in, shoulder-to-shoulder beside him on Peter's bed. She put a hand on his shoulder.

Did his dick stir? Yes. Yes, it did.

"And funny. And kind of… ridiculously ripped?"

"Ripped?" MJ repeated, laughing. "Gwen, what are you even—"

"What?" Gwen snapped, rounding on her. "You started this! I'm just… following through." She turned back to Miles, her smile returning. "So. No girlfriend, huh? That's hard to believe."

Miles looked between the two of them, completely at a loss. "I… uh…"

MJ clapped her hands. "Okay, okay, enough. Poor Miles looks like he's about to pass out." She smirked at Gwen, then at Miles, then back at Gwen. "But you know what? I think we've proven our point."

"Which is?" Gwen asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Miles is a catch," MJ said matter-of-factly. "And Peter Parker is an idiot. He missed our amazing gift."

"Gift...?"

The two women exchanged glances, smirking at each other as if sharing some private joke. Miles, meanwhile, sat frozen on the bed, wondering how his life had gone so completely off the rails.

The room fell quiet, save for the soft clink of MJ getting up and sitting beside him. Gwen to his left, MJ to his right. They looked at Miles, their smiles growing wider, and then…

"Well," Mary Jane said suddenly, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. She put a hand on his thigh. "If Peter's not going to show up, we might as well make the most of this lingerie, right?"

"L-lingerie?"

Now it was Gwen's hand that fell on his thigh. Oh god, his cock was twitching. "Yeah, why let a perfectly good outfit go to waste? Besides," she added, her mouth suddenly in his ear, "it's not like he's here to appreciate it."

Miles swallowed hard, his pulse quickening as the atmosphere shifted. In between his tutor's crushes, this was...just...torture! 

"You don't mind, do you, Miles?" MJ asked, her tone innocent enough while her hand went up and down, up and down. Gradually, her hand inched closer to his crotch.

"Don't ask him if he minds. I think we both know the answer to that." Gwen winked at Miles, her green eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe.

Mary Jane smirked. She agreed so, so much. She pushed herself off and walked back so that she was in the middle of the room. Mary Jane Watson, a literal model,. started stripping in front of young Miles Morales. Twenty years old and the virgin witnessed a woman gladly toss aside her clothes.

Yes, right then and there, she stripped. Suddenly, she was in the hottest red lingerie Miles had ever seen. The type that wives wore for their husbands after a tough day of work. The satin and lace ensemble hugged her curves perfectly. The bra was cut to tease—thin straps accentuating her collarbones, the plunging neckline offering a perfect glimpse of her smooth, freckled skin. The matching panties sat high on her hips, elongating her toned legs, while sheer thigh-high stockings added an extra touch of seduction.

His cock had never lurched up so fast. He was instantly, instantly at full mast, and the ladies giggled at his bulging crotch.

Miles was unable to look away. Mary Jane was every bit as stunning as he'd imagined, her confidence radiating like a force field. She put a hand on her hips. "Enjoying the view? Face it Miles, you just hit the jackpot~"

She traced a finger from her tits down to her navel. God, her tits were big and...oh, she was turning. She was showing her ass and all of a sudden...

'Talk about a dump truck ass.'

Small coconuts on her chest and a peach on her rear.

Big tits and a thicc ass.

"D-definitely the jackpot," Miles ended up sputtering.

Gwen laughed and was already on her way out of her clothes. Miles saw her ass and wow. Her body was not as thicc but it was more toned, more streamlined. Petite and sexy, in other words. The blonde wore a set of lacy purple lingerie and again while her breasts were smaller than MJ's, they were no less enticing.

Gwen took it one step further. She slid the straps of her bra down her arms, letting it fall to the floor, and then wriggled out of her panties with a playful wiggle of her hips.

Gwen Stacy was nude. 

MJ smirked. "Already bringing out the big guns."

"Like what you see, big boy?" Gwen bent over, tits dangling and the slit of her pussy closer than Miles thought. She smirked upon seeing that cock of his fight against his cage. She closed the distance between them. She stopped just inches away, her breath warm against his cheek. "Because you're about to get a lot closer."

Miles felt his face flush, his heart pounding so loud he was sure they could hear it. The two women were gorgeous, their bodies flawless, their confidence intoxicating. He wanted to say something, to protest, but the words stuck in his throat as MJ stepped up beside Gwen, her hand brushing against his arm.

"Relax," MJ murmured. "We're not going to bite... unless you want us to." Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and Miles felt himself hardening instantly.

Two white women. One young black man.

Everybody knew where this was going.

Gwen glanced down at his lap. "Well, well." She tapped at the tip of his cock, feeling the wet fabric of his pants. "Looks like someone's excited."

"He might even bust early," MJ remarked.

"That would classify him as a premature ejaculator. I personally think Miles has more control than that."

"Mm, let's see then~"

Gwen was unbuttoning his pants while MJ pulled down the zipper. Both were already on their knees and between his legs, working together to free him. When his jeans and boxers hit the floor, there was a collective gasp from both women.

"Holy shit...!"

"Miles..."

MJ, the party girl. Gwen, the science girl. Both eyes wide were as wide as saucers as they stared at his fully erect cock. Both had never seen a cock this big.

Mary Jane Watson was a party girl. Shit happened. Men flashed their meager dicks many, many times. Some at her, many to other women. MJ was a top-of-the-line woman. Messing with her meant fucking up your reputation. Some were hung, of course, but none were Peter Parker. He...he was who gained her interest, nobody else. And she had seen Pete naked too, accidentally catching a glimpse during one of her late-night visits to Peter's apartment, but nothing could have prepared her for this. 

Miles Morales' cock was massive, far bigger than Peter's, the length and thickness of it almost intimidating. He was fully erect, fully excited.

Twelve inches of black cock pointing up, up, up. So high up that they had to tilt their heads.

Gwen gulped, forward in her reaction. "W-wow, Miles," she breathed, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out to touch him. "I've never seen Peter's... but this? This is..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she wrapped her hand around his base, marveling at how her fingers did not overlap. "I doubt he's this big."

"Trust me," MJ said, breathing heavily, suddenly feeling ten times hotter and horny, "he's not."

Mile tensed up as Gwen's warm hand slid slowly up and down his length. MJ didn't hesitate either, joining in with her own hand, the two of them working in tandem to stroke him.

Schlap, schlap, schlap!

"Ngh...!"

A bead of pre-cum. How could you blame the young black man, this was his first time. He was sensitive!

"God, you're big," MJ murmured. Two hands, two women, stroking up and down, up and down. Their hands became collective blurs.

"Yeah," Gwen agreed. "And to think, all this time, we've been waiting for him..." She glanced up at Miles, her green eyes locking onto his, and he saw something dark and hungry in their depths. "But tonight? Tonight, we're not waiting anymore."

Gwen kissed the tip of his cock first, then MJ. 

"Mm, tastes good too~"

Their eyes flicked up. Like a stone statue, Miles was glued to them. As one, the ladies asked, "Ready for the best blowjob you've ever had?" 

Miles could only nod, his brain too overwhelmed to form words. Before he could even process what was happening, Gwen's lips were closing around the head of his cock, her mouth warm and wet . She began to suck gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. MJ didn't hesitate either, taking his left testicle into her mouth and sucking just as eagerly, their double suction sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"H-hold on, I'm not—" Miles groaned, his hands gripping the sheets as the two women worked him over with expert precision. Gwen's mouth moved faster, her tongue working magic. She went deeper, deeper—

"Five inches, already?" MJ hummed. "Not bad, Gwen. An average cock definitely wouldn't have satisfied you."

Gwen Stacy deepthroated him, taking seven, eight, nine inches of cock—as much of his length as she could. MJ focused on teasing his balls, her tongue tracing delicate patterns against his sac. Triangles and squares and everything in between. It was a bit interesting: MJ knew what she was doing but he didn't think she was an expert.

"You like that, baby?" MJ opened her mouth and sucked on his right nut. Fuuuck, he couldn't say anything. Swallowing nearly half of his sack as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. The message was clear. 

"You like having two girls worshipping your dick?"

Miles could only groan in response, his hips bucking slightly. Gwen pulled off him with a loud pop, her lips glistening with saliva. "Tell us," she demanded as she stroked him with one hand. Her tongue came out and lapped up the pre-cum on the tip. "Tell us how good it feels."

A long, long lick. A tongue that went up and down his glans.

"I-I wanna—"

"Don't cum." MJ too left his sack and did the same thing Gwen was doing; slow and methodical licks. Gwen on the crown of his cock and MJ on his family jewels. 

"I-it feels amazing! There! H-happy," Miles managed to choke out. The moment he said it, smiles were exchanged and his brain was fogged with pleasure as MJ took over, her mouth replacing Gwen's, her tongue flicking against the underside of his shaft with relentless speed.

MJ and Gwen Stacy were both virgins that had waited for Peter. That didn't mean they couldn't practice. Bananas, porn, they gathered up all their experience to be the most perfect looking virgins for Peter. To be the best fucks possible. 

Gwen watched as MJ bobbed up and down Miles' cock. Gwen had been more focused on the blowjob side of things so MJ couldn't deepthroat as well as she could. She struggled with five inches and had to reel back once the tears leaked out. 

"Gah!"

The moment when MJ's mouth left his cock and opened up was a moment of heaven. Mary Jane Watson, the party girl, sucking her first dick. Her first man.

Young Miles could only sit back and watch it all.

Gwen swapped places with MJ, her mouth once again closing around his cock. "Mmmmmhpph~!"

"S-so good, Gwen! You're amazing!"

"Hehe, not bad, right?" MJ scratched the underside of his sack. Oh fuck, oh fuck, somehow, that little technique was agonizingly effective! "My turn!"

Pop! 

The two women alternated between deepthroating him and focusing on specific spots, their tongues finding every nerve ending with deadly accuracy. Practice made perfect after all.

"Y-you're gonna make me cum!" Miles warned. The pressure in his balls built to a nearly unbearable level. "M-Mary Jane!" 

Mary Jane pulled out—and in her place, Gwen Stacy. She was the better of the two and holy fuuuck, it was just getting harder. 

Gwen hummed in agreement, her mouth never losing its grip on his dick. She deepthroated him again, consuming inch by inch, until her nose was pressed against his pubic hair. In that moment—

"Come here, big guy~"

Mary Jane sat beside him, grabbed him by the chin, and pulled him into the greatest kiss of his life. The greatest kiss of his life combined with the greatest blowjob of his life. The combined stimulation was too much. He was on Peter's bed. He shouldn't be doing this. This was supposed to be his mentor's present.

But he couldn't resist. How fucking could he? Miles had to cum. He had to dump his seed down Gwen's waiting throat and he had to do it while making out with Mary Jane Watson.

Gwen swallowed every drop, her eyes locked onto his. "Haah…haah…too much…!" The tip of his cock was fucking dripping with cum. Thick gooey baby batter leaking and falling into Gwen's open mouth. She couldn't swallow it all. She just couldn't. This young man, he was too damn virile. Too hung.

"Ngh…!" Gwen Stacy, nude as the day she was born and on her knees, couldn't help but finger herself. Miles…Miles was so fucking hot. Making out with MJ and ignoring her who put so much effort into sucking him off…

"Fuck, MJ…!"

Gwen didn't know how to feel when their kiss finally ended, when MJ and Miles finally stared each other in the eye. There was overwhelming jealousy in Gwen. There was also a strange tightness in her womb. 

"We still have so much energy to burn. And honestly, Peter owes us this much." Smirking, still staring at Miles and his blushing face, MJ reached over and grabbed his cock. She gave small, brief strokes. "Mm, so big and thick even now, hm? Miles, you sure you aren't secretly Spider-Man?"

Miles stiffened in all kinds of ways. 

Gwen giggled, rising up to kiss Miles softly on the cheek. "Even Spide-rMan doesn't know what he's missing. But don't worry, baby. We're going to make sure you don't miss out either."

Miles felt a surge of excitement rush through him at their words. He knew they were both virgins, but the way they moved, the way they talked—it was like they were seasoned pros. Their confidence was intoxicating, and their eagerness to explore only heightened the thrill.

"Ready for round two?" MJ asked, going faster and faster. Her strokes, her smile, everything about the redhead was intoxicating. 

Miles nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hell yeah."

Mary Jane laughed, the sound musical and carefree. One hand went behind and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her full, creamy breasts. Her nipples were already hard, standing at attention as if eager for his touch. She leaned forward, pressing them against his arm, her warm breath fanning over his face.

"Touch me," she whispered, almost a command.

Miles didn't need to be told twice. His hands immediately cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She bit her bottom lip, enjoying the sensation, all the while jerking his dick off. 

Gwen was already naked and already on the move. She pushed Miles' chest, pushing him to lay down flat. 

"Are you ready?"

His throbbing black cock was a good enough answer. He panted and witnessed Gwen spreading her cunt over his big dick. 

Smiling, the blonde lowered herself onto Miles' massive cock. "Oh gosh~!"

Her eyes rolled back. MJ smirked. "A big boy, isn't he?"

"S-so big! Nghh~!" 

More inches. More cock. His girth filled her instantly, stretching her in a way that made her gasp. She clenched her muscles around him, trying to adjust to his size, but it was no use—he was simply too big. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a long, slow moan.

"Come on, Gwen." MJ giggled and went behind her, hands pressing on her shoulder. "Take it all!"

"MJ, wait—ggghnnnngh~!"

Gwen Stacy slammed down on Miles Morales' twelve inch cock and instantly orgasmed. She breathed, she heaved, and MJ, still holding her shoulder, got the amateur blonde to move. On instinct, Gwen rocked her hips.

"Oh god, oh godddd~!" Gwen, however, was utterly addicted. Utterly lost from the first orgasm. "Miiillles~! Miles~! Ha~! Hnnngghh~! T-t-this can't be! This can't be possible! C-cumming again!"

Gwen shrieked. 

Miles groaned. "G-Gwen! Y-you're…!" She was tight, so tight, and every squeeze of her walls sent shocks of pleasure coursing through him. Her pace quickened, and soon she was riding him with abandon, her blonde hair flying wildly.

"Yes, yes, yes, yesss~! Haaahh~!!" The science nerd known as Gwen Stacy was fucking losing it—and all she needed was a push from Mary Jane Watson. The redhead stood back, hands on her hips, and witnessed the exchange. Miles' black cock slipping in and out of her wet cunt. The cock thrusting in and out, in and out, as the blonde and the black male desperately wanted to fuck one another.

"Look at him go," MJ hummed. Miles was no loser. He too possessed spider-powers and he too could fuck like a madman. Just because Gwen was tight…

"YES,YES, YES! CUMMING! CUMMING!"

…didn't mean he fucked like a loser. He fucked like a stud. He fucked like a man on a mission. Slowly, gradually, he was learning. He hoisted himself up, grabbed Gwen's ass cheeks, pushed her boobs flat against his chest, and got to fucking like a good boyfriend.

In some other universe, this would have been Peter Parker.

In this universe, it was Miles Morales.

"CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING~! THIS FOOT LONG DONG IS MAKING ME CUUUUUM~!"

Twelve inches of cock constantly kissing her womb. Twelve inches of cock showing her what no dildo could.

Miles was a hungry young man on a mission. MJ's description had been apt. 

Miles grinned up at the blonde, his cheeks flushed. "Sounds like I'm not doing so bad," he remarked, before his arms went up to her waist and started fucking her even harder.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

The lewd claps. The erotic moans. It was perfect. Everything was perfect.

 "MILES! MILES~! MILES! YOUR YOUNG COCK IS FUCKING ME SO HAARDDD~! I CAN'T BELIEVE IITTTT~! THIS IS NOT—IT CAN'T BE REAL! IT CAN'T~! SUCH A COCK—! SUCH A COCK—!" Gwen gasped. Gwen heaved. This whole time, she had not looked at Miles. She had thrown her head back and stayed that way. Saliva leaking, tongue falling out, and her IQ dropped down to a fraction of what it usually was. "YOUR COCK IS MAKING ME CUM!!!!"

"You love it!"

"Haaahh…! Ngghhh~!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"I said…" Thrust, thrust, thrust! "Do you love it!"

"YESSSSS~! I LOVE YOUR COCK! I LOVE YOUR BIG, FAT COOCCCKK~"! 

Gwen's entire body shook from toe to spine to head. She shook, she panted, and then she collapsed in his arms. 

"Haahh…Miles…ngghhh…y-you can't…you can't…"

"Sorry, Gwen, but…"

Pop! 

Miles pulled the orgasmic blonde from his black dick with a wet pop that made them both groan. He put her beside him and she instinctively rolled onto her back, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. "Miles…cock…y-you can't…replace…cock…"

She was blabbering. She had truly lost herself.

"Took ya long enough." MJ smirked, hands on both her hips. "Thought you'd almost forgotten about me."

"Like I could forget about you, MJ."

Miles Morales lifted his ass from the bed. Twelve inches of cock stretched from his cock, connected to big, fat balls that were eager to please and were solely built so ridiculously in order to cum inside a woman dozens of times. MJ understood that. She knew this man's cock and balls were special. The redhead walked backward, boobs jiggling teasing him with a smirk. Follow me, she was saying with her body. 

Cock bobbing up and down from gravity, he did. Mary Jane turned, went to the door, closed it, and jutted her ass out.

She wanted it doggy-style. She slapped her own ass once, wanting him to see it jiggle. No words were exchanged. A BBC and a PAWG? There was only one outcome here.

Miles smiled widely and positioned himself at her entrance. It was already wet. She must have been fingering herself when he fucked Gwen. Slowly, he pushed himself inside. Mary Jane suppressed a gasp and closed her eyes, smiling. She took him inch by inch—

"Ah~!"

"Mmpphhh~!"

"So deep~!"

This slut. She naturally sounded like this. Arrogant and erotic, as if knowing the effect she had on a man. She was biting her bottom lip hard, knowing that just one hard thrust could shatter her illusion. But she knew how to arch and stretch herself. She knew how to keep him at bay, to make Miles slow in his entrance.

"Fuuuck~! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck! You stud! Haaah, Miles, you damn stud, you reeeally know how to make a lady happy, don't you?"

Miles inhaled sharply. She was tight and she was fucking hot and god it was hard to move. He was fully sheathed inside her and he just didn't want to move. He thought if he did, he'd cum. 

"Come on, big boy. Do it. Don't you want to fuck this phat white ass? Or are you gonna be like Pete and leave halfway?"

Oh. Oh, now THAT got to him.

CLAP—! 

Immediately, an insane grin spread across her face. MJ asked for it and she got it. She got exactly what she wanted. A nice young man blowing her brains out.

"S-sorry, Pete! L-looks like your protégé is, unnh, gonna be taking my virginity and—-fuck! Nnngh~!" The grin widened and her eyes rolled back. "Gonna be giving me my first orgasm! Sorry!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"SORRY, PETE~! I, HAAAHH, I'M SO SOORRRRY~! HE'S MAKING ME CUM! HE'S MAKING ME CUM SO HARRRDDDDD~!"

The first, the second, the third. All of it came at once and MJ was suddenly undone. The wild eyes, the frantic moans, this was no longer a woman in control. This was a redhead that had given herself to her man.

A man five years younger than her. A man that was her crush's student. 

"Oh~! Oh~! OHHH~! YES, THAT'S IT"

Mary Jane was a natural slut, however, and she slammed back at him. Slam, slam, slam! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP! The practiced rhythm that betrayed how much she had learned just from watching Gwen Stacy. She was not as tight as Gwen yet her walls clamped down on him with an intensity and wetness that left him breathless.

His cock schliiiicked out of her loudly every time. Loud gushes of pussy juice fell. This pussy was the type to make your head throw back from the visual stimulation alone.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

Mary Jane orgasmed. Miles groaned. 

At this point, both of them were fucking on instinct. A primal urge to just fuck. 

"Faster! Faster! Fasterfasterfasterfaster~!" Mary Jane gasped and whimpered. She was breaking slightly. "Please, Miles! Faster! I want it faster and HARDER~!"

Miles had no choice but to tap into his superhuman aside. So far, he had been limited himself to what an ordinary human could do but now…

"Here then!"

He fucked into her with increasing speed. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the walls of Peter Parker's room. He was fucking her without thinking abandon. Mary Jane was orgasming without thinking. 

It was so much different than Gwen. It lacked the intimacy, the breasts pushing against his chest and the tightness. This was raw, animilastic sex.

"Fuck, is this a redhead thing?" Miles asked. "Or are you just this slutty?"

"Nngghh~! You're getting a pretty big mouth, aren't you!?"

"S-shut up!"

His confidence was building. The insanity was reaching a building point. His orgasm was nigh.

MJ's breath hitched, and her body tensed as she felt the first waves of her impending orgasm. Not one or two but four or five that were going to come her at once. Oh no, if she experienced this—

CLAP—!

Miles was a virgin. He was also a quick learner. The moment he felt her cunt clamped down, he pulled his cock alllll the way—all twelve inches, leaving only the tip—and then rammed back in.

CLAP—! 

He did it twice. This was all about size, all about cock. If a man other than Miles tried this, it would have failed. MJ would have turned the tables. But unfortunately, this was Miles. This was a certified BBC.

MJ stood no chance. 

After the third lengthy thrust, she was already orgasming. 

"GONNA—" she started, but her words were cut off by a loud moan as she came, her walls squeezing Miles tightly. He pounded her ass. Peter Parker's bedroom door was shaking. The hinges might even come off.

So what?

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! 

Miles gritted his teeth, his own release building in his balls. He could feel it coming, fast and hard, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. He decided to finish. "I'm gonna cum inside!" He slammed into her with a wet smack and gushed his cum inside her. Rockets of seed just filling her up and arching Mary Jane's spine. There was so, so much inside her. The cock, the cum—it was all becoming too much.

Her legs wobbled and she fell.

Miles caught her, arms around her stomach. He gasped and just kept nutting. Kept shooting those precious babies in her womb.

Mary Jane, in spite of her collapse, loved it.

****

Drip, drip, drip.

Cum dripped from the tip of the bulbous tip. A dark-skinned length that was beheld by two women and owned by a young man who was currently gulping the anxiety in him. Miles Morales, the hung stud, stood before a view that should belonged to another.

'I really am sorry, Pete…' 

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