Spider-Man Loves Mary Jane. Carnally.

Peter watched Mary Jane slide the jeans off her legs. Her legs were astounding -- long in a way you hear about but don't usually see. They drew your eye to the almost sculpted perfection of her ass, held within a black thong that matched her bra. Her stomach muscles were well defined -- she didn't look weak or passive. Mary Jane was a healthy, strong, shapely, unbelievable knockout, and when she wanted to stun you, she could.

And Peter? Wanted her to stun him. He'd managed to get his costume off, standing up and looking at her. He was sleek as always -- his body wiry, with almost no body fat and well defined muscle. He had various scars -- he'd had an interesting career -- but there were very few men who looked as good naked as Peter Parker. And if he didn't have Thor's mighty thews or biceps? His own muscles were as masculine as you could ask, and he could lift ten tons over his head so it wasn't like he felt weak.

Mary Jane tossed her head, the mane of fiery hair she was so well known for, flying up and falling into a planned chaos, giving him an intense look even as she freed her breasts from her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders and down to the floor. She leaned back, arching -- Mary Jane was a full-on supermodel, and there were generally two types of those... the rail thin European style model that hung the latest clothes off their frames, and the hardbody swimsuit model who got the cover of alleged sports magazines. Mary Jane was firmly in column B.

Peter swung his body around Mary Jane, like a dancer sliding across the floor, scooping her up into a kiss and hooking her thong with his fingertip -- using his 'wall crawling' ability to adhere to the fabric, sliding along her body as he leaned her low, the thong being slid down her legs. Mary Jane lifted one leg, bending her knee smoothly, as though this were a dance move they'd practiced a hundred times, withdrawing one leg from her thong and then half-curling around Peter's body, kissing him more intensely...

Peter half-spun again, falling back and kicking up, landing on his bed with the redhead on top of him. She held her body tensed against the move, again shifting with long practice, and then slid her body over his. She lifted her head back, breaking the kiss, letting her red hair fall on either side of Peter's face, framing it as she looked down in his eyes. For this one moment, Peter and Mary Jane were alone in a world bordered only by her fire-red hair.

"I've missed this," Mary Jane murmured.

"I've missed you," Peter said, a smile trailing along his lips.

"I'll bet," she said, shifting her hips and feeling his erect shaft pressing against her thigh. "I could just engulf you right now, Peter Parker, and you would moan and push up and let me ride you for all I'm worth."

"I'm game if you are," he whispered.

"Oh, I'm game... but you have to play the right moves..." She slid down his body, trailing that hair over his face, letting him smell her shampoo's floral notes before flipping her head back. She was spreading his legs, crouching between them and looking up at his face. "So Gwen said something fascinating while you were off with J.J.J.," she purred.

"Oh did she? Whatever would that be?" Peter asked, seeing his cock erect right in front of where Mary Jane was crouched. It was an unbelievably erotic sight, especially with that smile on her lips, just inches away.

"A-pparently... Tony Stark's been wanting to titfuck me since the day he hired me," Mary Jane said, smiling a bit more. "I really wonder just how much Ollie showed Gwen when she was being pulled through time."

"You and me both... and hey. Tony has taste. And eyes. And a penis. So, I can't say I'm shocked..." Peter was smiling a bit more.

"Oh, me either. Me either. But, assuming that's going to eventually happen as part of Spider-Harem operations..." Mary Jane leaned up, letting her breasts hang down unsupported, sliding them over Peter's cock, letting it push them apart. "Well. I'm not going to do anything with him that I haven't fully tested with you."

"...and I appreciate that," Peter moaned, softly.

Mary Jane settled back, sliding a hand to either side of her breasts, pressing them together to engulf Peter's cock. She then leaned down, shifting to give her mouth access to his length. With a single move, she deepthroated his cock, then slid up and off, sucking and making Peter moan.

Thus made damp, Peter's cock felt the warmth all the more as Mary Jane returned her breasts to either side. She began to massage, her eyes finding his as she worked and coaxed. Years of familiarity and understanding combined with months of absence to sharpen both their skills and desire, and Mary Jane wasn't afraid to leverage it all.

Peter moaned more, shuddering, hands clutching his duvet and legs tensing as she kept massaging, sliding his cock in between the warmth of her breasts. Titfuck they called it, and that's what was happening all right... he moaned more. "...MJ..." he said, almost choked up. "I can't... I don't think I can hold..."

"Did I tell you I wanted you to hold back?" Mary Jane purred, and shifted, eyes still on his, moving her head closer, rubbing faster now, opening her mouth and angling his cock right at it...

"Oh God," Peter hissed... he felt the fire coil in his loins... his muscles all tense... the edge of his spider sense firing, keeping him from reflexively bucking or kicking or otherwise hurting Mary Jane as he exploded. God, there was so much, splattering on her face, lips, the tops of her breasts, into her mouth....

Mary Jane smiled a tiny bit, letting Peter exhaust himself, then holding herself there for a long moment, before sliding back to a kneeling position, her breasts sliding over Peter's almost painfully sensitive softening cock. She kept looking in Peter's eyes, licking her lips -- when she found time to apply deep red lipstick was a mystery, but the white of Peter's cum stood out against them dramatically. She slid her hands over her breasts, finding the cum he had left there, and began massaging it over her tits, strawberry nipples so erect. "Yeah," she said. "I don't think Tony will ever get that show, do you?"

"...MJ? Right now I don't remember what Tony even looks like."

Mary Jane smiled, moving her stomach and body, almost rippling as she did so. Her body was so well toned... her movements hypnotic. "There's only one other thing I have to say about him. He suggested... vitamin shots for stamina?"

"...yes?"

Mary Jane smiled, eyes finally breaking contact with Peter's, looking down at his cock. She reached down and worked it with her fingertips, feeling it stiffen in her hand even as Peter felt a rush of stimulation over its still-sensitive flesh. "Yeah. You've never needed them. Your refractory period's less downtime and more a fastboot."

"Oh baby, nerd joke me," Peter murmured, smiling. "Nerd joke me hard."

Mary Jane slid forward, moving a knee to either side of Peter, who slid his legs back together. She crouched over his once again erect cock, and moved slowly down over it... letting her vulva part over his head, clenching and releasing as each new inch slid into her warmth. She made an almost guttural groan as he filled her, eyes closing. "...Peter... God..."

"...oh damn, MJ... is this... is this forever? Do we finally get to let this be forever?"

"Let's..." Mary Jane slid forward and back, grinding her pussy lips along the base of Peter's cock, rocking his girth against her g-spot. "Let's find out..."

And then she was moving. Slowly at first, but then faster... using her inner muscles to clench and relax, teasing and playing. With Gwen, the sex had been both passionate and sweet, but though she hadn't been a virgin her inexperience led to it being a very different thing. With Ollie, the sex was almost... unreal, as she blurred fantasy and reality. But here, with Mary Jane... Peter was in the hands and cunt of an expert, most particularly in the art and science of obliterating Peter Parker's mind.

"Oh... Christ, it's been so long... so..." Mary Jane sounded almost wild. Peter felt the edges of his spider-sense again, letting him move and shift exactly as Mary Jane needed. If she was an expert in him, he was an expert both on and in her, and he wasn't going to let her forget that. "T-Tiger... I--"

Peter knew that broken sound in her voice... knew what the sudden clenching of her inner muscles foretold... and pulled back as much as he could -- making her hiss with sudden denied need--

Peter thrust in, pulling down on her hips, and felt Mary Jane convulse with orgasm, her hips and body writhing as she made a noise Peter doubted anyone else, lover or not, had ever heard from her.

With a growl, Mary Jane began to ride Peter, rising and falling, clenching with each lift and releasing with each impalement. Her abdomen almost moved like a belly dancer's in front of him, her breasts bouncing and sliding with the speed and effort, sweat coating her body as she gave in to an almost animal need. Peter thrust upward, moving with her, meeting and matching her and moaning louder and louder himself as he pushed closer... closer... closer...

"Yes... do it!" Mary Jane hissed. "Take me! Please!"

Peter cried out, grabbing at her hips and pulling her down, driving upward, getting as deep as he could, feeling her own renewed orgasm tearing through her body as she threw her head back. "I do!" she squealed into a near shriek of passion as Peter erupted inside her, his seed pumping into her again, and again...

It was almost dark outside Peter's bedroom window when the two next spoke. Mary Jane was nestled in the crook of Peter's arm, shifting and kissing along his ear. They didn't have a blanket or sheet. Just man and woman, nude, almost entangled together. Shameless in the purest meaning -- having no shame at all with each other.

"What did you say?" Peter asked, absently.

"Mm?"

"When you came. You said something."

"Mm? Dunno. Probably nothing." She stretched, still pressed against him. "So... the respawn point in that vault. That's... that's a good idea, Peter."

"Thanks. I just... I don't..."

"You don't want to worry that you'll fail to save one of us. You don't want me to replace Gwen as the martyred love. You don't want to lose us, or yourself. I approve heartily." She chuckled. "But it's not enough. Spider-Harem... we're concentrating people you care about in a single endeavor, Peter. Sure, Silk can take care of herself and so can you, and I'm pretty tough and Gwen apparently has a mean uppercut, but... it's not enough."

"What do you mean? No, better question. What do you suggest?"

"The obvious thing. Spider-Harem -- each one of us -- needs to be able to save ourselves and each other." She nestled. "I think you're going to need to use Ollie... make a wish."

"A wish?"

"Sure." She let her eyes half-close. "Me and Gwen? I think you need to be our origin story. I think you need to fuck superpowers into us."

Peter blinked.

"Yeah, okay," he murmured. "I can do that."