Chapter 4
by 
mahblahblah33
Day 3
Day 3
Miles stayed up until four in the morning beating his meat to the images MJ had left as a present on his phone and the memory of her hot breathe near his balls. He tried to sleep after the first wank session but couldn't as he thought about MJ and Peter. He jerked off four times by the time he went to sleep.
Miles was woken by his mother the next morning, yelling at him to get up as she was going to head out to buy groceries. He swore she did that yesterday but his mother seemed to buy groceries every day. Now that he thought about it, it was odd.
"Yeah, yeah mom." Miles said as he grabbed his cellphone to check the time, only to see the battery was dead. He had left it on as he fell asleep looking at the picture of MJ's lips and mouth. Throwing a charger in the phone, Miles stumbled to the kitchen to get breakfast. As he ate his cereal he thought about how he needed to move the pictures to his computer and get MJ to send some more, and maybe some video. Or maybe he could make the video, with her.
His anger at Peter had gone away a bit, but his disdain had grown. Not only was Peter OK with MJ getting off with other things but the fact Peter never even thanked him for saving his life annoyed him. He was stronger than Peter had better powers, sure he wasn't as experienced as a lover, or a super hero but he had a bigger cock and he could learn a lot online. Peter may have gotten MJ. No, Miles thought, this isn't about MJ. This was about Peter as a super hero and mentor. Peter was just born earlier, he mused. If Miles was even three years older he felt he would be the much superior Spiderman.
Miles opened the newspaper on the table, his father still read it. He wasn't as stupid as Peter thought. He never read the paper newspaper but he knew what one was. Looking at the title, he realized this was the same paper Peter had mentioned. Thinking about it, he realized Peter owed him some cash also, especially after he saw the front cover.
He couldn't help but smile. A bit of ****, or perhaps karma was showing itself. The main article headline read: Finally a good Spiderman: New black Spiderman caught being thanked by a mugging victim. He tore the article from the paper before throwing the rest of the paper in the recycling bin and heading back to his room. He felt back on cloud nine. He couldn't wait to post this to his socials, and send it to Peter. In case he missed it.
Miles: Mom can you pick me up something for lunch and get back, we have to run to school and get my dorm assignment today. I need an adult with me even though I'm 18.
An hour later his mom responded.
Mom: Sorry, can you find someone else. I'm a bit busy right now
Miles was a bit flummoxed that his mom took so long to return his text and the way she responded. It was a first for him to be blown off by her and his mood drifted downward.
MJ woke at seven in the morning with a bit of regret. She had been so wired yesterday to have Miles take her and he never showed. She had fallen asleep after their mutual masturbation session by playing with her dildo a few times. When Miles hadn't shown by nine she had locked the window and passed out.
Checking her phone she saw his message and grimaced. Thirty minutes was what separated her from having that huge cock pounding her all night. This might be a good thing. She had somewhat come down from her high of getting Miles. And she had thought about it after he left, how was it he was the one worrying about Peter and not her.
She had been transfixed by Miles, well his cock, and just released herself. Reflecting now it was years of built up annoyance with Peter, she knew, just knew she was trying to corrupt his relationship with Miles because she saw Miles spending more time with Peter than she did. She mostly had played it off, tried to give him more, entice him to spend more time at home. He hadn't even on his birthday, he had left shortly after she road him to orgasm. Then Miles came into her life with his shy attitude and giant cock and she just knew she could have it, have something Peter didn't know about.
The sex she had with Peter was good, he was proficient enough to get her off every time with his tongue and fingers, and really he was a hall of famer with his cock, batting about .300 in getting her off. Still, she knew both of the other men to fuck her, even with just slightly bigger and thicker dicks had got her off much more often, the very thought of Miles fucking her got her juicy. She knew he would satisfy her like no other. Not to mention the sheer volume of cum he sprayed out.
MJ: Sorry Miles I was asleep
MJ: After thinking about it, I don't know if us going any further is wise
Miles:...
Miles: Fine, but can you be a friend and meet me at my high school this afternoon. I need someone over 18 to come with me. Just tell them you are my boss at my summer job.
MJ: Sure, I can help out a friend, but I need to wear a hat, sunglasses and a face mask at all times.
Miles: Sure, it's just going in for an hour or two and checking out the room. My buddy went this morning already, so just need to move my stuff in. You can just sit on the bed. No one but me can get in anyway. Sending address now: ADDRESS
MJ: I'll meet you there, when?
Miles: An hour?
Miles sat in his room and checked how long it would take him to get to school. His duffel was packed and he had his computer and school supplies also in a suitcase. Taking a taxi would make the trip 25 minutes. Plenty of time for him to get there early and set up a few cameras. He grinned, thinking about getting his **** on Peter, MJ and his mom. He couldn't understand how MJ could call things off right now and he was worried he would turn into a bumbling fool once again while in the room with her. However, he also knew she would turn into a sex crazed woman once he pulled his cock out. He just needed to think of a reason. Grinning he opened his dresser and pulled out a perfect pair of old pants. What he didn't tell MJ was that he was allowed to sleep in the dorm starting today and his roommate was going on a ten day long trip to France to end the summer. Today would be his D-day.
Peter hesitated to text Miles, he knew Miles was angry with him. With reason. Peter knew Miles had saved his life. He had done everything perfectly. And yet, Peter fumed after the fight. Miles was too easygoing about things, to careless with his life. He knew what he had to text Miles.
Peter: Brat, I do appreciate you saving my life but you have to understand with great power comes great responsibility and the biggest responsibility is to make sure you come home safe to your loved ones.
Miles: Don't worry, I am getting experience by myself for a bit.
Peter: MJ what are your plans today
MJ: Miles asked me to help him move into his dorm then I have a dinner date with my new protege, then back to the hotel if you are going to be on patrol
Peter: I can stop by if you want and Christen the hotel room
MJ: I will leave the window unlocked until 9 then I'm off to bed.
Peter: Nice!!!
Peter: Brat just be safe
Peter: Why didn't you ask me for help moving in?
Miles: Seriously?
Peter: Fair, just don't work MJ too hard.
Miles: She can just stay on the bed the whole time I go back and forth. She won't have to move as I come
Miles: and go.
Peter: Sounds good for her
Miles: It will be!
Peter: Let me know when you want to patrol again with me
Miles: Probably after I get used to banging away
Miles: at the books
Miles: It may take a hard pounding
Miles: to get my schedule set
Peter: OK
Peter put his phone away with a smile before pulling it back out.
Peter: Spider-Gwen, any chance you want to patrol tonight?
Spider-Gwen: Don't you need to patrol with Miles?
Peter: He is going to take a break to get himself ready for school life, I could use the help
Spider-Gwen: Sure, I can start at 8:00 tonight. Meet you in Brooklyn
Peter: Sounds good.
Peter: MJ I can't make it tonight, something came up.
MJ: Fine.
MJ seethed as she hopped in the taxi to Miles' school. She had put on her best new lingerie to have fun with her husband tonight, to apologize for what she did with Miles. Now she was just uncomfortable wearing the fancy, crotchless panties. She could only sigh in frustration as she pulled in front of a waving Miles pushing three large travel cases.
Checking her phone she saw another text:
Gwen: Sorry have to cancel, something came up.
MJ: Be safe, hope it's something good.
Gwen: Raincheck?
MJ: Definitely
"MJ, you OK?" Miles could see the creased brows even with her large sunglasses and hat. Heck her whole body gave off, don't fuck with me, vibes.
"Sorry Miles my husband and protege just cancelled my plans for tonight, I may not be in the best of moods right now." MJ said with a small smile.
Miles grabbed his backs and ushered her into the security office to sign some papers and gather his key fob and show he had adult supervision. As he thought the guard barely looked up from his phone as he handed Miles the fob.
"MJ, anything I can do to get your mind off of your troubles? I can't believe Peter would cancel. That is pretty rude of him. I am glad you aren't that kind of person." Miles said with a smile as he left two bags in the security room and carried one on his shoulder to the elevator.
"That's kind of you Miles. He just is so dedicated to the city. I wish he would shift some of that dedication to me." MJ shared.
Miles responded quickly, "I get it, I do. It's why I am taking some time off from the crime fighting myself. I know I can help people by doing it, but it's not a real life. Hey at least your man contacts you. I just get ghosted or shut down by women."
MJ saw Miles' shoulders slump and felt her heart go out to him, treating such a sweet boy like a toy was hor-exactly what she had done. She had enticed him and then shut him down after a single nut. "I'm sorry Miles, I..."
As MJ trailed off Miles smiled at her sadly before cutting her off, "It's fine. Our thing was fantastic. I mean how many guys can say they got to touch MJ Watson's boobs and have her covered in their cum? No, the problem is Gwen."
MJ started at the name, "Gwen?"
"My girl, or ex. Not sure. Like I said, I was ghosted." Miles said forlornly. He wasn't even faking it this time, he was truly upset.
"What happened?" MJ asked, desperately wanting to know why someone would ghost Miles.
"Well, we had been seeing each other for awhile, she's a bit older at twenty now. She said we could mess around when I turned eighteen. We had done some stuff but never got passed first base really. Then on my birthday we go out to a movie and she invites me to this hotel room she booked. We are going hot and heavy and when she pulls down my pants and boxers my cock hits her in the face. Just like what happened to you." Miles paused as he looked over at MJ. He felt his cock twitch at the sight of her blushing face. Her freckles showing. He was getting to her, he was utterly destroyed by Gwen but he was also brought back to the previous night and wanted to know if MJ was as well.
Clearing his throat, he continued, "Her reaction was less positive. Where you practically started drooling, she, well she ran. That was almost two weeks ago. I haven't seen her since. All my texts are unread."
MJ couldn't help but feel for the young man. And berate herself. At his weakest she had taken advantage of his youth and then just as that thread of hope formed she had cruelly cut it. She could only imagine how poorly his ego was right now. It wasn't fair to him, or the future women he was interested in, especially if she contributed to destroying his confidence in his cock. She couldn't let the world be deprived of that marvel.
Miles gathered himself before he spoke in the silence, "You know why I am grateful for what you did last night? It's not spraying you with cum. It's also not for letting me see your glorious body. No, it's because you made me realize some girl will eventually love my monster cock. If only Peter...nevermind."
MJ saw the hurt deep in Miles' eyes and heard the pain in his voice. However, it was his last sentence that left the biggest impression, "What do you mean 'if only Peter'?"
"Last night, well, we kind of broke ties with each other. I just can't respect him after last night." Miles snarled.
MJ flinched away from Miles, "because of me?"
"What? No, well maybe a small part, but no." Miles went back to being flustered in a heartbeat looking at MJ's questioning face, "I may have a bit less respect for him after you crawled to my cock, but no, he just treats me like a child. Even though I am better than him at almost everything, fighting, planning, hell probably fucking, with his small penis. I also know how to be grateful. Your prick of a husband couldn't even thank me after I saved his life. So no, the problem happened before you texted me this morning. How can you stand being married to someone so ungrateful?"
MJ stood in front of the dorm door stunned into silence. Miles had saved Peter's life. Peter never even mentioned there was a problem. Was Peter really that ungrateful?
"There must be some misunderstanding." MJ got out before Miles opened the door and dumped the first of his bags on the floor and headed back out the door.
As he disappeared he threw his phone back past the standing MJ onto his bed. It was unlocked. She could hear his voice trailing after his steps, "Read his texts to me last night and this morning."
Miles was frustrated as he grabbed the two bags downstairs, he didn't want to take another trip and was pumped full of adrenaline after venting his anger at Peter on MJ. Maybe he was a bit unfair, but not about Peter, or Gwen, and probably not about MJ.
When he opened the door he came face to face with a crying MJ.
"I saw the texts and asked Peter about it." MJ related, "He told me his side of the story and it's worse than you said. He really could have died without you. He realized that and promised he won't go out alone."
"Already replaced me, probably just like Gwen did." Miles sniffled as he sat next to MJ and put an arm around her shuddering shoulder.
"No, he said he is waiting for you to come apologize and be his mentee again. I yelled at him for thinking you need to apologize." MJ smiled lightly through her tears as she looked up at Miles. "If only..."
"Yeah, but still..."
"No, but I could introduce you to my protege, as long as you don't hate all Gwens." MJ said, "Here take a look, beautiful isn't she. I'm sure she would lov...what's wrong? It looks like you have seen a gho, ohhh. Crap."
Miles smiled at MJ, "Well at least I know she is safe. She's your protege? The one who cancelled on you tonight? I think I know why, if Peter is really getting help on patrols. She has another name, Spider-Gwen."
"Wait, what? She is a super? How does Peter know her?" MJ said baffled, "She's the one who turned you down, but I thought she was datin...shit that must have been after she ghosted you."
"Who?" MJ hugged Miles tight as she felt the question almost sooner than she heard it.
"My ex actually, Harry Osborn."
Miles reaction was like he had been bit in the pants as he stood with her, still hugging. She could feel him shaking in rage as she rubbed his back when she heard the absolute venom of his next sentence, "So she went for the rich pretty boy, figures."
"Well I can promise she will regret giving up you and your cock." MJ said with absolute confidence, "Harry is bigger than Peter but still he has nothing on you."
Miles heard MJ and figured he couldn't have a better opening for his plan, he shifted his weight subtly stepping on his own pant leg and his pants fell to the ground.
"Do you?" MJ heard Miles whisper, his lips dangerously close to her ear as they hugged and consoled each other. She felt his hand grip hers and pull it onto his crotch, "Do you regret giving this up?"
MJ felt like a switch had been flipped could barely breath. The hard warm flesh was once more between her fingers, the blood powerfully pumping in her grip. She knew Miles had released her as soon as she had gripped it. She could easily break away, but she didn't. She could feel Miles shift again. His head fell to her neck and kissed while his hips thrust forward using her hand to masturbate. She could only let out a single word in between her panting. A single word, "Yes."
"Then don't give it up."
"But I swore I wouldn't cheat on Peter. Ohh fuck that feels good." MJ swore as she felt Miles begin to lightly suck on her neck, no doubt leaving a hickey she would not be able to explain.
"Peter said, 'it's not cheating if it's a rubber toy', I think we can figure out something. Your choice, give up my cock for good, or get on my bed."
"No sex." MJ whimpered as she broke from Miles reluctantly.
"No sex." Miles confirmed before he said, "you said a man with a cock like me deserved to see your full body, so get out of those sweats."
MJ whimpered again as she felt her inner core shake. Where had the stuttering young man gone? Was it only two days ago he had literally fallen over himself near her. The anger in his tone let her know it was coming from his annoyance with Peter, or maybe Gwen, or perhaps her. Still she was transfixed as Miles pulled his sweatshirt over his head, his muscles primed like a panther as he bounced next to her and lay down on the bed, his hands behind his head. Gone, completely gone was the shy boy. In his place lay a man of full confidence - or so it appeared.
MJ's next words confused her as she said them, "You have the right."
Even she wasn't sure if she was answering Miles, or her own inner dialogue. She didn't think about it and let her body take over. All thoughts of betraying Peter dissolving in her lust for Miles' cock as it rose to the heavens behind her, within arms length. Her body moved in perfect concert as she stood to begin stripping as directed. For Peter she was always hinting, enticing, cajoling. Here she was listening, following, obeying. The actions were incredibly similar, the result would end up the same in regards to how she stripped but the feeling was completely foreign to her. She was not in control. She was always in control in her life. With Peter she lead what happened, but made sure never to leave him hanging - like she so often left him. At work she obeyed the photographer but within her rules, her comfort, her written contract. Now she was letting go, submitting her body to the will of another. A just turned adult, teen. A young black man who was sweet, caring, strong, handsome, and funny. A man she wouldn't have given the time of day as she was married to Peter, except he had a cock that made her wet from just looking at it. The memories of touching it dominated her. The thought of the inordinate amount of sperm he produced made her touch her belly at the thought of him shooting inside her.
Miles was praying he hadn't pushed too hard. He knew MJ lusted after his cock, was enthralled by it and liked his hard body also with how she had caressed it the day before, but he was not sure she would actually follow his request, no his order. He had said it without thinking, his blood draining to his large cock left him feeling a bit off his normal quick wittedness. Now that it was out, he couldn't put it back in and decided to go with the old adage of "Fake it til you make it." It seemed to be working for him as he watched MJ stand and mechanically start to pull her shirt over her head. Miles didn't like it, it felt wrong.
"Wait, stop. No, just no. Give me a strip tease, make it sexy. Here we go, now we got some beats for you to dance for me."
MJ felt freer than she had in years. There was no weight of having to be in control, it wasn't as if she ceded complete control to Miles, but even giving up a bit of control made her feel lighter. She had always loved being in control, it made her feel safe. In a world where her husband ran off to fight crime nightly she needed that feeling of being safe, in control in her daily life in order not to crumble under the pressure. For her though all that control, all that planning, it took a toll on her mind. Years of being alert at all times as a hot female celebrity who unspectacular men wanted to take advantage of seemed to drift away. She felt safe in this dorm, with this young man who was strong enough to save her husband's life. Strong enough to turn her down twice. She didn't want him to run her life, or really even change it much. She just wanted to let him be in control for now, in this room. To be free of having to decide how to have sex and then decide how to satisfy herself. She wanted a man to take control and satisfy her, at least for once. That was it, she just wanted to be satisfied for once in her life and was more than willing to let go of her control to get it.
Miles let the music blare from his bluetooth speakers as he opened up the camera app on his phone. "That's it MJ, pose for me as you dance. Give Papi a smile. That's the stuff."
MJ followed Miles' instructions to the t, letting him control her body with his words as she caught glimpses of his off hand stroking his large cock, pre-cum dripping down onto his thigh. She wanted to lick it up, felt her thighs clench at the thought, but held back and obeyed. Her body flowed as she slowly took her sweatshirt off, letting Miles get a short peek at her expensive lingerie underneath. There was something profoundly wrong, but also incredibly sexy about showing him the lingerie she had bought and worn for the first time today to let Peter see. Another thing she had planned, plans that Peter destroyed. Plans that Miles was benefitting from immensely. She felt her arousal spike at the thought as she saw him grin and heard the camera sound click.
"Wooohh, that is some slutty underwear. I fucking love it. Has Peter seen this? Or was it a surprise for tonight?" Miles jaw was slack as he witnessed the hips swaying in front of him the white crotchless panties and half cup open breast bra. His mouth watered as he stared at his perfect goddess.
"A surprise, these are brand new."
"And now I hope you will only wear them for me. Be a slut only for me." Miles said as he felt his heart thump in his chest. His brow broke in sweat as he saw MJ begin to think. They both knew this was a fork in the road. One answer would lead one way, the other would lead somewhere much different.
"Si, Papi." MJ said as she licked her lips, her eyes had trailed down Miles' body and were now transfixed on his leaking fuck stick.
Miles smiled and shifted his weight to the edge of the bed so his feet were on the floor, "We both know they will be together tonight, spending time together. Let's give them something to think about. Come here and sit on my lap facing away from me."
MJ obliged her ass letting his cock nestle between the two buns. "No, not like that, though it's hot I have a better idea. Stand put my cock in front, so it rubs against your clit. Yeah like that slut. Now grab it with your hands and pump. Fuck your hands are like silk."
"Papi, I still can't believe your cock is this big." MJ said as she threw her head back and leaned on his shoulder. He could smell her shampoo as it tickled his nose. Even with the smell of sex in the room her hair still carried that ultra feminine smell. Clean and pure.
"Now keep pumping, I am going to take a few selfies."
MJ gave the camera her best model smile as she jacked away at Miles' cock, making sure to move it around and let the top of his shaft rub into her clit.
"That's perfect slut, now kiss me on my cheek. Perfect. What do you think we should caption it as?" Miles said as he began writing on his phone.
"How about, EEK..." MJ started to reply when she felt Miles pinch her nipple and twist.
Turning to Miles she saw him continuing to stare at his phone as his hand began to tweak and pull at her nipples, his powerful superstrength hips bouncing her up and down on his lap, letting her travel nearly two inches against his shaft , "No, Eek doesn't sound right. How about, new bestie, thanks for lending a hand. And tag Gwen and Peter and post."
"That sounds, fuck, so good. Keep moving your hips Papi. I can feel it cumming." MJ said into Miles ear as he recorded her. Letting the camera trail from her toes up her legs, passed her hip and stomach. Over her breasts and up to her neck. Then he went back down her front pausing on her breasts, his cock just off screen. "Fuck your cock is amazing, I've never gotten off just by rubbing against a cock before."
"Better than hubbies?"
"SO MUCH, FUCK I'M CUMMING on your cock." Miles grinned as he panned down MJ's twitching body, showing his cock on the outside gripped tight between her hands and cunt. The orgasm started small. A small shiver Miles could feel in her ass. Then it grew with intensity until she was practically shaking on top of him.
"You want to feel this beast inside you. Tearing you apart. Reaching place your husband, no, no man ever has? You do, don't you?"
"Yes, please,, I want this big black cock inside my little pussy today. All day, until morning and then again. FUCK, just do it fuck me. Use a condom, don't, whatever, just FUCK ME!" MJ screamed as Miles video taped the entire thing on his phone.
"Good job slut, that's my good little slut." MJ was gasping for air, her whole body drained of energy as her juices coated Miles. He could feel her cunt lips twitch around his cock. "But you got me all dirty. You really need to clean up a bit."
With strength Peter couldn't match Miles picked up MJ and tossed her onto the bed as she laughed out loud, somehow getting his body in position near the head of the bed so her head was now laying in his lap. Hands behind his head he simple stared down at her, his phone now filming again as MJ understood her role and tentatively reached out her tongue to lick his balls first.
MJ was glad Miles trimmed himself. Another thing Peter never understood the need to do, another thing Miles was better at, basic hygiene. She must have slowed down as she felt the sharp slap on her ass and scolding gaze got her back on track.
"That is the ticket. Nothing better than getting what I deserve from the hottest slut in the city, right slut. Who deserves this treatment: me, or your husband?"
"You do Papi." MJ said as she took one of his balls in her mouth and gently suckled on it letting the smooth surface fill her mouth, lovingly tonguing around it.
"Why my little slut?"
MJ felt almost sad when she let the ball out of her mouth with a pop, "Because you saved the city, you saved him and. you have this." With that she lifted her arm and held it against the supreme shaft glistening above her. Even she gasped when she saw how the shaft ran up her arm. Two hard sticks of flesh nearly identical in size. She knew that wasn't exactly true, Miles was a bit shorter and not quite as fat, but still as thick as her wrist and a good foot long.
"And where would your husband reach on your arm?"
MJ took her other hand from pumping his cock and used her thumb and forefinger to show how long it was on Miles cock, a bit above a third of the size, "But only about half as thick."
"Great now continue cleaning your juices from my cock like a good little slut."
Miles moved his phone around as he focused on capturing different angles of MJ running her tongue up and down his shaft. It was going to be a work of art when he finished.
Finally, MJ was done cleaning him of her juices and had paused as she watched his bubbling pre-cum roll down his shaft. Catching his eye she asked him, "What can I do now Papi?"
"You can," Miles started before he took a gulp and continued, "kiss and lick the head while you jerk me off? Actually, let's change positions, I want to taste you too."
"I can do whatever you want. Any woman should obey a man with a cock like this." MJ said as she showed her resolve by shifting her body up so Miles could lay down to the side of her, his head near her cunt.
MJ lay there, pumping away at his cock as her mouth rained kisses on the cock head before she held it in her left hand near the head and licked from the base to the tip, "Spiderman, can I try and put this giant cock in my mouth?"
"Yes, please. God yes." Miles stuttered as he leaned his head forward and spread her legs with his powerful hands.
MJ opened her mouth as wide as she would to suck Peter and she pushed forward, feeling an unmovable object in her path. She tried again at what she remembered Flash to be and then Harry. To Miles, it felt like she was still kissing his cock and he loved it. None of those came close to being able to give access to her mouth to Mile's thick veiny cock. She knew it, but wanted to see how big the difference was by her memory. Widening her mouth as far as it would go where she could still cover her teeth like a good little cock-sucker and she dove forward, it felt like it popped in when she suddenly felt Mile's mushroom head on top of her tongue. He really was a specimen, her jaw could barely close a speck. She was at her limit without dislocating her jaw. Thankfully she could tell his head was the thickest part, not the hardest but the thickest.
MJ used all of her skill to push her head down, her red locks brushing against Mile's thighs, her tongue swirling in circles. Down she went, it felt like forever before she felt her pumping fists meet her lips. She had just covered the part not covered by her fists and Miles was already almost knocking on her tonsils. She knew she wanted to try and get more in her but she needed to build a rhythm. It took her a bit of time to figure out how far down she could go easily. It wasn't far without Miles helping, and he seemed scared stiff still. As stiff as his fabulous cock. Using her hands and mouth she got nearly every inch of his cock covered before she felt Miles tense again.
Miles heard himself moan as he felt the wetness cover his cock head and part of his shaft. It was so tight and warm. "Holy fuck slut. That's amazing. Now keep that up while I show you what I can do."
She trembled when she heard what he said, almost instinctively knowing he would be better than Peter was at the start, maybe even better than Peter was now. There wasn't much he wasn't better at. It was like had learned from what she had done to him when she felt his hands begin to come down her calves, gently, barely touching them. His breathe light but noticeable against her leaking gash. She could feel herself tremble as her hands neared her pussy but then they began to move in the opposite direction, a bit stronger. His breath closer to her, on her inner thigh. A tongue, his tongue, strong and wet and a bit rough dragging across her inner thigh as his hands began to travel back down. Light again, bordering on ticklish, but not quite that light. This time they didn't stop at her inner thigh, but again she felt frustration as they came up to her gap, she raised her hips to get them to touch her aching cunt, but they breezed passed it and continued up her body as his tongue jumped to the other thigh. The hands went over her stomach, causing her to suck in her breath. Goosebumps formed on her body as the hands continued up to the side of her breast. His tongue went back down toward her cunt again. The outsides of his hands hovered just on the side of her breast then slowly they circled, moving almost imperceptibly closer to her nipples; which she felt harden.
His breath was on her cunt, hot and cooling at the same time. She bucked again, trying to get his tongue to touch her when she felt him pull away. His strong fingers pinching her nipples as she screamed around his cock as he took advantage and thrust forward and pierced through into her throat and rolling on top of her. Her hair was matted to her face as her hands went to his on her breasts and held them, squeezed them. She barely heard him when he spoke.
"Your cunt is magnificent. So nice and juicy and wet." Peter never assured her, he never went near her with his tongue unless she initiated the contact. And this man with his cock thrusting into her throat took the time to complement her. If she wasn't wet before she was now.
Then it was there. His tongue. Ohhh, his glorious tongue. He started slowly, circling her folds, feeling her out. The amount of pressure started light, almost timid, but that timidity lasted seconds. The pattern continued as it honed in on her clit. Peter always needed instruction on how to find it but Miles seemed to be well versed in the female body. She wanted to tell him that and so she did. Her voice vibrating into his cock adding that extra stimulation to his the invading member.
As if spurred on by the increased pleasure he was receiving Miles moved to up his game and she felt his tongue thrust into her, and curl downward. She couldn't believe he was attempting to do what she thought he was. He was reaching down into her to tongue her g-spot. Her body loved the attempt and her hips tilted up, making it easier for him. With the better angle, he found it. They both knew when he did as that first tap on her g-spot caused her body to jolt, her deep breathing to halt and her pussy to clench. Less than five minutes and she had already orgasmed on his face. She had never cum so quickly.
MJ knew he enjoyed her orgasm, not only due to how his continued and more aggressive attack on her g-spot but by how she felt the cock in her throat push forward more, flexing as it dipped centimeter by centimeter until only a literal handful was left outside.
Miles' hands soon found their way down to her clit as his tongue dug into her. She hadn't even noticed she was pinching her own nipples. The next five minutes MJ lost count of her orgasms as one seemed to roll into the next, Miles unrelenting, his cock similarly unrelenting in how he thrust in and out of her mouth. It felt like he was making love to her mouth with how his hips rotated with each slow deliberate pull and push. And that is what he was doing. He was making love to her in reverse. His cock making love to her throat as his tongue Frenched her cunt.
She didn't really know it had been five minutes, she was marking time by milestones and the next one she was aware of was when she felt his pelvis bump into her chin, her nose deep in his ball sack. He had throated her. Reaching up, she felt her throat, felt his cock. Sheathed, gloriously sheathed. Her mouth gurgled with spit as she tried and failed to smile as he held himself in place and flexed his cock.
Then it began. His face left her cunt, twitching and satisfied like it had never been satisfied before. He turned her ninety degrees and let her head hang off the bed, her long red hair falling to hang to the floor. If she hadn't just had the past ten minutes she would have killed any man who did what Miles did next. He skull fucked her with hard and fast strokes. His cock never quite leaving her throat, the head never popping out. And yet when she reached up with one hand to check, the amount of cock outside her mouth on his out strokes was more than Peter's whole cock.
With one hand on her breast still the other reached down from his thrusting cock to her dripping cunt. It was satisfied but she felt the need to perform for the man railing her mouth. Without asking he ripped her hand from her breasts and began to use them as fun bags as he increased his pace. If he had started like that, she would have laughed at him, but now every neuron in her body was on fire, every pinch and tickle and rough grope lit her up with pleasure. She didn't know what magic button he had pushed but her whole body felt like and erogenous zone.
"Fuck MJ, your lips are amazing, it feels like I'm fucking a storm cloud, wet, and soft and tingling with electricity. I'm going to cum, Keep your slut mouth open, and take it. Take it you white slut. You cheating bitch." And like that the damn burst, the floodgates opened.
MJ felt the first shot slide down her throat from the end of his twitching cock as it pulled out, she gulped down the next two shots as she felt them land on her tongue. Her mouth opened as the fourth shot landed in a long string of cum from her navel to her breasts, the fifth hit her neck, the sixth and seventh shot across her face and the last went back in her mouth, "Don't swallow that one slut."
Her lips felt bruised, her body a mess of sweat and cum, only made worse when Miles grapped a bunch of her long red mane and used it to begin wiping his cock off. When he finished he pulled her up so her head was back laying on the bed.
"Show me slut, then you can swallow."
MJ parted her swollen lips and pushed her tongue out, showing Miles his cum. She heard the distiinctive click of his phone's camera and smiled, closed her mouth and gulped it down.
When it was down she stuck her tongue back out and licked the softening black cock above her.
"Damn slut you are one hungry white bitch, but good job cleaning me up slut." Miles moaned as he pushed forward gently so MJ could suckle on him and tease out any remaining cum.
When she was done, Miles placed his cock over her eyes and snapped a photo. His phone was now full of video and photos of him destroying MJ's mouth and throat. "No more use of this mouth, this throat for Peter. It's mine exclusively." Miles couldn't bare the thought of another man, even her husband, claiming what he owned. "Tell me, who owns your throat slut?"
"You do Papi."
Miles felt his phone vibrate and he looked down, "Shit, we got to get cleaned up and you have to go."
MJ bristled as she felt used and discarded by her new black lover.
"No, trust me, I don't want you to go. Maybe you don't have to but you have to get a shower. I have to air out the room. My mom is coming, she said she would be here in an hour, to make sure I moved in OK. She saw my post and felt bad my boss' wife had to help me."
"Ohh, well then, no sex."
"Not until tonight you silly slut." Miles said as he kissed MJ on the lips gently, "Even if she comes to check on me, she isn't staying all night, so I can sneak out and meet you at your hotel."
"OK, so I'll leave the window open?" MJ said with a shrug, remembering her husband was the one who was supposed to be coming through the window but now the more superior male specimen would be crawling through it.
"Why would I need the window. I'm coming in through the front door. I'm Miles Morales, not Spiderman tonight."
"Si, Papi. So separate showers?" MJ said as she stood and stretched, showing her entire body covered in his white glistening cum.
Miles nearly broke and followed MJ into the shower but he held strong, he couldn't have his mother catch them fucking. Instead he stopped MJ as she started to stride away. "Wait up slut."
"Ohh, so a shower for two."
"No, but I do want a photo of you covered in my cum, make your best pose, Three, two, one. Fantastic. We will fuck starting tonight. Tonight I will own. your pussy like I owned your throat." MJ and Miles both grinned.
Throwing his phone on the bed Miles shuddered, first he needed to air out of the room and change the sheets. Fortunately he had extras and he could tell his mom he had dropped them on the ground.
"Where is your little lady friend helper Miles?"
"She had to go back home, her husband needed her help at work."
"Shame."
"She and her husband will be at the party, I think. Well she said they both would."
"Speaking of your party..."
Miles: My mom is insisting on me going home and finishing planning my party. I should be there by midnight. Sorry my little slut. Can't wait to break you in tonight!
MJ: Don't worry you have my extra card, just think of a fun way to wake me up when you get here.
Miles: I'm going to post those pictures we took tonight
MJ: Which ones
Miles: The G rated ones, gotta get the follows up
MJ: OK
Miles: How are your lips?
MJ: a bit swollen, but don't hurt
Miles: Fantastic, I plan to use those pillows quite a bit after I take your virginity
MJ: virginity, I lost that a long time ago
Miles: You will feel like one after I'm done with your cunt, slut
MJ: Get here soon!!!
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