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What Has Gone Before (Skip this if you want) : During the story,
Herald Of Armageddon, Mary Jane Watson-Parker was knocked unconscious by
an EMP Wave, along with all the non-super-powered inhabitants of New
York City. Upon coming to, she discovered herself to be in the clutches
of Norman Osborn, whom she thought had died several years earlier. At the
climax to HOA, Mary Jane was revealed as one of the participants in
Paradox's orgy, but it was never revealed how she got from being in
Norman Osborn's clutches to having sex with a large number of super
heroes.
Until now.
Spider-Man : Manipulations.
Mary Jane blinked once, twice, three times and finally
accepted what her senses were telling her.
She was in High School.
She shook her head as if to clear it, and then noted the peculiar
looks her friends were giving her.
She was, as always, sitting at the head of the table, seated
with an assortment of the coolest kids in the school. Her best friend
Gwen Stacy was seated closest to her on one side of the table, Flash
Thompson on the other side.
Flash Thompson.
There seemed to be something wrong with that she was sure, but she
couldn't place it. Of course Flash would be sitting there, because he was,
he was....
He was holding her hand, in a casual, almost reflexive kind of
way, talking to one of his jock friends beside him, not even looking at
her but holding her hand nonetheless, like they were.... like he was....
"My boyfriend!" she gasped.
"Hmmm?" Flash asked, finally noting that the others were looking
at Mary Jane strangely,"MJ?"
"Oh...? oh, nothing, sorry," she muttered, shaking her
head,"I was up pretty late studying last night."
They all burst out laughing at that comment, and with a nervous
grin she joined them.
What was wrong with her? This all seemed right and yet wrong
at the same time. She was in High School, of course she was, that was
where she was supposed to be, after all. She was eighteen years old
and the most important night of her life was coming up.
The Prom.
The Prom was everything she dreamed it would be, a magical night
which she would never forget.
Everyone looked beautiful tonight, and despite the way she'd
thrown off the comments directed at her, she knew she really was the
most beautiful one there that night.
Her boyfriend, Flash Thompson, was of course the hunkiest guy
and he sure did scrub up nice in a tuxedo, she had to admit. Of course
he had put less effort in than she did, but that was just the difference
between guys and girls. She'd spent countless hours AND countless money
on her hair, make-up, dress, accessories everything to make sure that
it was all accounted for.
He'd rented a good tux, combed his hair as carefully as he did
every day and grabbed a nice flask of whiskey to share with his friends
in the bathroom a little later on.
Which was where he was right now, leaving Mary Jane temporarily
alone, although as good looking and popular as she was, that was never
going to last.
"MJ!" laughed Gwen Stacy, running up beside her and pecking the
air beside her friends cheek. They would never do such a pretentious thing
normally, but the amount of money they'd spent on their hair and make-up
meant they wouldn't dream of actually touching each other and perhaps
messing it up.
"Where's Harry?" she asked.
"In the bathroom with the other boys," laughed Gwen, rolling
her eyes,"I swear, they say WE all go to the bathroom together!"
MJ laughed at that and the two girls moved to a empty table,
settling down for the moment.
Harry Osborn was Gwen's current boyfriend and a real catch,
not a jock like Flash but charming, easy-going, handsome, intelligent
and, best of all, son of a Multi-Billionaire.
"Oh no," gasped Gwen, ducking down all of a sudden,"Block me!
Block me! It's Parker!"
Mary Jane felt a sudden thrill at that name, which was suddenly
replaced by a feeling of sympathetic annoyance.
"Didn't he ask you?" she whispered to Gwen, who looked like she
was trying to shrink into her seat.
"Yeah," groaned Gwen,"I told him I wasn't going to go, I didn't
want to hurt his feelings!"
Peter Parker had been, until recently, the biggest nerd at their
school. He was almost a stereotype, wearing sweater vests and blue bow
ties, carrying his lunch in a thermetically sealed container which usually
contained prunes in some form. He was a science geek, in fact the first
time he'd asked Gwen out it had been to a science fair, which luckily
Flash had humiliated him out of before she could hurt his feelings.
He'd left school that day, maybe to the Science Fair, maybe back
to his Aunt's smothering grip, and not returned for a week.
When he had come back he'd been different, carrying himself with
far greater confidence, losing the bow ties and sweater vests, actually
getting a little muscle tone - but no bulk - to his slender frame. He
stopped wearing glasses and started taking an interest in extra-curricular
activities, particularly photography.
Still, underneath the changes he was still the socially stilted
outsider he'd always been. He couldn't even skip school properly, coming
up with the lamest excuses before being seen moments later charging
across the football field.
Both Gwen and MJ suspected he'd started taking or dealing drugs,
which might have explained the extra money he seemed to have, although
it could also be explained by the freelance photography he did for New
Yorks most respected Newspaper, The Daily Bugle.
"Mary Jane, who's your new friend?" asked Peter from right behind
her, startling her somewhat. She turned around and smiled up at Peter,
thinking that he scrubbed up pretty good to, the tuxedo showing off his
lean frame to good effect.
"Peter!" laughed Gwen with forced good cheer, lifting her head
and putting on her most dazzling smile,"I didn't...."
"Think I'd come to the prom?" he asked coldly,"Strange, I didn't
think you'd come either, what with you telling me you weren't going and
all."
"Ahhh, haha?" tried Gwen uselessly, absolutely unsure how to
deal with this. She hadn't given Peter another thought after turning
down his invite, just figuring he wouldn't go and it wouldn't be a problem
she'd have to deal with. Now she was confronted by him and had no clue
how to deal with things.
"Parker!" laughed Harry's voice and the son of Norman Osborn
moved with graceful ease up beside Peter, patting his shoulder,"Good to
see you, buddy!"
"You two know each other?" asked Gwen, perking up considerably
with a wall between her and Peter.
"I went for a job interview at one of his father's plants," Peter
said at last, his carefully thought out scenario with Gwen thrown down
the tube by Harry's unexpected interuption,"Harry showed me around."
"HA! Got shown around more like!" laughed Harry,"Parker here is
a whiz, knows more about my old man's business than my old man!"
"Yes well, excuse me, I have to get back to my date," Peter
said a little stiffly.
"A DATE!?!" roared Flash Thompson loudly,"Parker with a date! Oh
this I have to see!"
He'd come up from behind Peter, unseen, and his voice made Parker
jump slightly.
"Who'd you bring, Parker? Your Aunt or your Uncle!" laughed Flash.
Peter just turned and smiled humorlessly at Flash,"You wouldn't
recognize her, Thompson, she's a lady."
With that he walked of, leaving Flash laughing loudly, Harry
just shaking his head with a slight smirk while Gwen and MJ exchanged
surprised looks.
A lady? Had he meant to say they weren't!
"What a jerk," Gwen said at last,"I'm glad I blew him off now!"
"Oh Parker's all right," chuckled Harry, pulling Gwen up by her
wrist and bringing her close to him. He executed the move so gracefully
that a startled Gwen didn't realize she was in Harry's arms until it had
happened. She grinned up at him and he pecked her lightly on the lips.
"He's had a tough life, what with his parents dying young and
all."
"No excuse for being mean," pouted MJ, suddenly strongly disliking
Peter, someone she'd had no feelings for at all in the past.... despite
her Aunt Anna's rather naive attempts to pair her off with 'that nice
Parker boy'.
"The hell with Parker," chuckled Flash, scooping MJ up in a less
graceful swoop,"Let's dance!"
"Relax," chuckled Harry, pulling the keys from his pocket,"My
Dad never uses this place, I don't think he even remembers that he owns
it!"
The four of them moved into the Penthouse Apartment and seconds
later cooed in amazement as Harry turned on the lights.
"Dude!" whistled Flash,"Your Dad doesn't know he owns this!"
The Apartment was huge, hardwood floors, expensive
looking furniture, all the modern conveniences, topped off by a massive
Wide-Screen television.
"Oh he knows," muttered Harry,"He just can't be bothered
remembering right now."
Flash didn't wait on ceremony, charging into the center of the
room and leaping over the back of the couch, slamming down onto the cushion
with a loud WAAA-HOOOO!
"My boyfriend, Mr. Class," chuckled MJ, sliding off her high
heels with a sigh of relief. Gwen pulled her own off as well and sighed
happily, able to walk without feeling like she had a stick up her ass
once again.
"The things women do for men," said Harry with a chuckle, then
nibbled lightly at Gwen's ear, making her giggle,"Not that we don't
appreciate it!"
Flash had already found the remote and turned it on, and to his
great delight his favorite subject was on the news.
"..... Spider-Man wowed audiences with a late night appearance,
seemingly running up the side of The Empire State Building as a crowd
gathered...."
"What a show-off," chuckled Harry.
"Uh-oh?" muttered MJ, dropping her head into her hands.
"Spider-Man is not a show-off, dude!" growled Flash, turning
about to glare at Harry,"He's the man!"
"Oh come on, Flash," chuckled Harry,"Here's a guy who can stick
to walls, he's tough and fast and agile and what does he do? Publicity
stunts and t.v show appearances."
"And why not," replied Flash grumpily,"He's got the talent, why
not make some money out of it? It's not like he's a part of The Fantastic
Four with Reed Richards' money, or a cushy government job like
The Avengers where you pull a paycheque of Uncle Sam every month... he's
gotta make ends meet!"
"Nothing wrong with turning a buck," replied Harry,"But at least
The Fantastic Four and The Avengers do something substantial for their
money. When was the last time Spider-Man fought Doctor Doom or Namor
The Submariner or The Incredible Hulk? Hell, when was the last time he
just caught some common criminal on the street? I heard just a couple of
days ago that he let a guy on the run from the cops go right by him without
doing a thing."
Flash was getting ready to launch into a debate with far greater
vigor and interest than he'd ever shown in any class, but Mary Jane and
Gwen hadn't told their Aunt and Parents respectively they would be staying
at each other's houses so they could listen to their boyfriends debate
over the virtues of Spider-Man's character.
Mary Jane slid onto Flash's lap, surprising him into turning
around, just in time to receive a delightfully passionate kiss from her.
She slid her arms around his neck and down behind his back as she leaned
into the kiss, sliding her tongue over his, sucking gently on it with the
promise of things to come.
"Smart girl," noted Harry with a grin, and turned to smile at
Gwen,"Sorry baby, you didn't come up here to see me get into a pissing
contest."
"I came to see something else," chuckled Gwen, wrapping her
arms around his neck and kissing him before whispering into his
ear,"Let's go to the bedroom."
She didn't need to ask him twice.
As they left, Mary Jane scooped up the remote control with one
hand and turned the t.v off, then settled in on Flash's lap, spreading
her legs wide as she straddled him, slowly working her hips against
his, simulating sex, knowing that he loved that from their more intimate
encounters in the back-seat of his car.
She was still a virgin, technically, despite doing
almost everything a man and woman could do to each other outside of the
actual act of vaginal penetration.
All that, however, would change tonight, she had already decided,
it would be perfect.
Their kissing became more fevered, their arms sliding over each
others bodies, Flash cupping one of her large breasts through her prom
dress, squeezing her, crumpling the material, not that she cared anymore.
He began kissing down her neck, his hand gently sliding the
spaghetti strap over her shoulder. He'd been blatantly staring down
at her cleavage most of the night (as had most of the men at The Prom,
which for once she hadn't minded) and now he got to see the real deal,
pulling her dress down and grinning happily at the sight of her pink
nipple popping out, erect and practically begging to be sucked on, which
of course, he was more than happy to do.
Mary Jane moaned happily, leaning back her head and grinning
up at the ceiling as Flash sucked on her nipple, not with the thick,
fast slobbering strokes he'd first used on her, but with the gentle,
subtle and oh so skilled talent she'd taught him over the months. He
pulled and tugged lightly at the flesh of her nipple before going back
to sucking on it.
His other hand slid down from behind her head and down over her
back, sliding down the zipper on the back of her dress and reaching down
and sliding under her panties, sliding into her crack before he slid
his finger deep up into pussy.
"Ooooh yes, Flash, yes!" she moaned.
He grinned around her nipple, then pulled away and slid her
dress down around her waist, exposing both her ample breasts. She was
naturally gifted in the chest, although a couple of bitches at school
had tried unsuccessfully to spread rumors that she'd had breast implants.
She was tall, gifted with a naturally sexy frame, large breasts
and a tightly rounded pair of buttocks placed over two long, smooth legs
that had driven plenty of boys wild. Already she had fielded a couple
of modeling contract offers, as well as spots in t.v shows. She'd even
appeared in a couple of movies, as an extra of course, but she'd liked
the feel or working before a camera and wouldn't mind trying it again
some time after she graduated, which wasn't so far away now.
She was, in short, the most desirable girl in school, just as
Flash was the hottest guy, and they worked as the perfect couple, they
had even been named Prom King and Queen, just as she had expected, despite
the stiff competition from Gwen and Harry.
Flash lowered her down onto the couch, angling her just right
so that he was lying between her spread legs, so that her promiscuous
but in control position earlier had turned to his advantage. Now she
was beneath him with her legs spread, half naked already as he took
control of the situation.
He went back to kissing her neck and then her lips as one hand
fondled her breast and the other slid around to the front of her panties
before his fingers began sliding in and out of her pussy once again.
She felt a giddying sense of freedom, knowing that she wouldn't
have to stop Flash when things got too hot, this time she could just let
go, she knew it and he knew it. It was Prom Night, this was the night
it was supposed to happen.
He'd lifted his crotch up to get better access to her pussy
with his fingers, pressing into her deeper and deeper, spreading her
lips open further, sucking on her tongue as his hand cupped and squeezed
at her breasts.
He slowly began kissing down her body, stopping for a few minutes
to nuzzle and suckle at her breasts, squeezing them together to make
them appear even larger than they already were. He continued
down, sliding his hands up over her breasts as he did so, kissing down
her flat stomach as he continued to squeeze and knead her large tits,
rubbing her nipples between his fingers, then sliding his hands down her
stomach and gripping the edge of her panties. He pulled his head back
and slowly pulled her panties down over her crotch, pulling it down
her thighs and down past her ankles.
She'd shaven her pussy-lips again, he saw with a grin, knowing
how much he liked it. All that remained of her pubic hair was a thin
rectangle above her vagina, which he had always wanted her to shave
into a little heart, but never had the guts to bring up.
Well, maybe after tonight, when he took her to heights of ecstasy
that she had never known before.
"Oh fuck you're hot, MJ," he whispered up at her,"Everything
about you is perfect, your body, your face, your hair, your legs, your
breasts, your stomach... everything!"
Mary Jane grinned and stroked his hair as he cast his gaze over
her cunt, mentally going over in his head exactly what he'd have to do
to get her off, much like he went over the plays in his head while playing
football.
"Look at you," he said, stroking the flesh of her pussy-lips
gently, in direct contrast to his plunging, fucking fingers
earlier,"Your pussy is so tight, so juicy, you want this, don't you,
tell me you want it."
"I want it, Flash," she moaned,"You know what to do, give it to
me."
He gently pulled her lips apart and lowered his face down, lightly
breathing on her inner-lips before reaching out with his tongue and
lightly flicking at them.
Spreading her inner lips at the top, he grinned as he spotted
her clit, already erect and glistening with her juices, he blew onto it,
making her flinch, then moan with pleasure.
Moving his face down, he slowly kissed and nuzzled at her inner
thigh, moving up close to her pussy before moving away again, teasing
her, getting her hotter and hotter. She'd taught him well and he'd shown
an enthusiasm for learning which his teachers would have loved to have
seen from him in class.
He ran his tongue up between the join of her leg and her crotch,
pressing his lips firmly against her pubic hair just above her snatch
before lightly sliding his lips down her slit.
"Oooh Flash!" moaned Mary Jane, cupping the back of his head and
pressing her pussy up against his mouth, desperate to get him eating her
out. He grinned and lifted his head as she lifted her hips, keeping his
mouth pressed lightly against her pussy all the time, making her try and
get his tongue against her.
He hummed into her cunt, making her let out a long, low moan
of pleasure before he pressed his lips firmly against her slit, kissing
her, using his tongue to separate her pussy lips, running it up and down
between the layers of her cunt.
He held her pussy open with his fingers, plunging his tongue
in and out of her, tongue-fucking her, making her groan and moan with
pleasure as he rolled his tongue about inside of her snatch, sucking up
her juices, opening and closing his mouth, forcing pressure against her
mound with his mouth and chin.
He continued this for several minutes, making MJ moan and gasp
for more, her clit burning with intense need. Her hips bucked wildly
as he lightly licked at her erect love-button, send a fantastic jolt of
sexual energy throughout her body.
His fingers moved up and parted her pussy-lips around her clit,
lapping skillfully away at her clitoris. Her legs shuddered and quivered
as Flash used all the tricks she'd taught him, flicking his tongue over
her clit again and again before he formed his lips into an O and sucked
Mary Jane's clitoris into his mouth.
Gently he sucked on her, eyes rolled up to watch MJ's face as
she oohed and ahhed, pushing his face harder against her crotch as she
began to grind her pussy up against his mouth, humping herself against
his chin as sucked harder and harder on her pussy.
"OH FLASH!" she moaned,"Don't stop! DON'T STOP!"
The fingers of his other hand moved up to her crotch and pressed
into her pussy, sliding deep up into her as he continued sucking madly
on her clitoris.
He fingered her pussy deeply, sucking on her clitoris as
he frigged her, making her scream with desire, not caring that Gwen and
Harry were right in the next room.
Flash plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy, rubbing his
knuckles along the roof of her vagina, knowing how sensitive it was.
His fingers sliced rhythmically in and out of her pussy as his
cheeks hollowed from the force of his sucking on her clit. MJ was gasping
and panting, arching her back high and thrusting her large chest
out, nipples stiff and erect, her skin flushed with excitement as she
began to tremble from the sexual arousal.
"Oh... oh! OH!" she gasped,"Oh Flash I think I'm.... OH FUCK I'M
CUMMING!"
Her hips began slamming against his mouth, bucking wildly, making
it difficult for Flash to keep his mouth around her clit. He pulled his
fingers from her cunt and firmly grasped her tight ass-cheeks, squeezing
them as he pressed his face firmly against her crotch.
She bucked and writhed about beneath him, her head giddy with
sexual pleasures, exhilarated by her release. She didn't have to worry
about getting too excited or having to calm Flash down, they both knew
what was going to happen, and they could both relax and just get down
to it without any added complications.
As she began to come down from her orgasm, Flash widened his
mouth, continuing to suck on her clit but also slowly, gently sliding
his tongue deep into her hot, juicy snatch.
"Immmmmmhmmmm!" grunted MJ happily at the feel of his tongue
sliding in and out of her pussy, sucking up her juices, pressing his
mouth firmly against her crotch. He sucked on her pussy until her juices
began to slow, and finally he pulled his mouth away from her pussy and
lightly kissed her thighs, then up her flat stomach, up the curve of her
breasts before nuzzling at her neck, making her grin happily as she
stroked Flash's head.
He stroked his hands up her flank, circling a finger around her
nipple, kissing over her chin and pulling lightly at her lip, then running
his tongue between her lips.
"Are you ready, baby?" he asked her,"Are you sure?"
"Make love to me, Flash," she whispered,"I want it."
He nodded and sat up onto his knees, pulling open his white
tuxedo shirt and dropping it to the floor. His chest was chiseled and
cut like a Greek Statue, he was truly the male counterpart for her, and
best of all he wasn't rushing or over-eager, he wanted her but he wanted
it to be special, and he was taking it slow just for her.
It was perfect, it was magical, just how she'd always dreamed
it would be.
He pulled his pants down around his ankles, leaving them there,
as it would have ruined the moment for him to get up off of the couch
and step out of them. She didn't mind, her eyes were glued with panicked
arousal on the size of his penis, jutting out like a spear from his crotch,
long and thick and hard and that was supposed to go inside of her!?!
But of course it was, the penis was meant to go inside the vagina,
and had done so billions of times a year for billions of years, and would
do so forever more. It might hurt a little at first, but she'd soon get
used to it, after all, that was what being a woman was all about, wasn't
it.
He moved up between her legs and she felt a wave of fear flush
through her body simultaneously with a wave of excitement.
He was going to fuck her!
She lifted her hips, placing her thighs over his own, lifting
her lower body up to give him better, deeper and more satisfying
penetration. He gripped his cock in hand and positioned it against
the entrance to her pussy, stopping to look her beautiful body over,
locking this image in his head forever.
She nodded at him breathlessly, and he grinned before pushing
foward, parting her lips and entering her.
"OH!" he gasped, eyes widening in disbelief at how good she
felt, how good her cunt felt. He'd masturbated himself, been masturbated
by her, felt her mouth around his cock, the feel of her breasts around
his shaft and it had all been fantastic, but nothing compared to this
amazing sensation. He continued pushing forward until he felt something
blocking his passage, a kind of spongy barrier that resisted his urge to
move forward.
"Do it!" she moaned, and with a slight increase of pressure, he
broke her hymen and buried his cock balls deep inside of Mary Jane Watson's
cunt.
"OOOOOoooohh!!!!" he groaned, feeling the tightness of her pussy
wrapped around his shaft, it felt better than anything he could ever have
imagined.
"UGH!" she grunted in pain, feeling a part of her break and be
taken away forever. All she felt was pain, it was too sharp to ignore
and Flash's weight bearing down on her didn't help matters.
"Oh baby," he moaned, kissing her neck roughly,"Oh it feels so
good!"
He began pulling out of her and she felt relief at that at least,
but then he was slamming forward again, his hips smacking against her
and sending another jolt of pain through her body, less than before but
still, it was pain.
"Oh yeah," moaned Flash, his eyes taking on a glazed look as he
began to hump into her, fucking his cock again and again into her tight
pussy, causing her to moan from discomfort.
He took it the wrong way, however, thinking she was enjoying
it, and took that to mean he should continue. He slammed his cock with
eager abandon in and out of her, mad with pleasure at the wonderful
sensations he was feeling around his cock. Again and again his balls
slapped against her asscheeks as his prick buried itself again into her
pussy.
She had begun panting roughly, feeling a strange sensation come
over her. It still hurt, but now her body was taking on a pleasantly
detached feeling, as if her mind was separate from her body, floating on
a cloud of pleasure.
Now she could feel the beginnings of pleasure in her pussy,
beginning to enjoy the way Flash's cock stretched her pussy, making her
feel full, feel complete.
"Oh..." she grunted, her body fighting between pain and pleasure
at the moment,"Oh Flash I think...."
"Oh shit!" grunted Flash, gripping her hips firmly and slamming
with reckless abandon against her cunt, grinding his cock deep into
her pussy.
"Flash, just..." she started to say, wanting him to slow down
just a little, give her a chance to get used to the conflicting feelings
and sort out what was what.
"YEAH!" he grunted,"OH FUCK..... YEAH!"
He slammed hard into her and she felt something shooting inside
of her and knew he'd cum, just like that, he was finished.
"Oh shit, MJ," he gasped, falling on top of her and nuzzling at
her neck,"Oh fuck you're the best, babe."
She lay beneath him, feeling his cock still full inside of her,
more of an encumbrance now, making her feel bloated. With him finished,
there was nothing to stimulate her and her pleasure was fading, leaving
her with a dull ache in her crotch, a left-over from losing her maiden
head.
He turned his head and grinned, listening to her light panting
and grinning, figuring she'd enjoyed it as much.
"Good for you, babe?" he asked.
She hesitated a second, then answered as truthfully as possible.
"The best I've ever had."
Mary Jane crossed her legs, enjoying the feel of the Graduation
robe against her smooth skin.
"Well well, today we are women," chuckled Gwen.
"Darling, we were women on Prom Night!"
Both laughed at the private joke, as both had lost their virginity
the same night in the same apartment.
- With varying results - MJ thought to herself, considering the
praises Gwen had sung about Harry the next day over lunch. Flash had
been less than impressive and now, worst of all, his other charms were
becoming less obvious. All he wanted to do anymore was fuck, his previous
attentiveness to her in bed has faded, replaced by his eagerness to get
into her pussy, and on the one occasion she had let him, he hadn't
been any better than the first time.
To make it worse, it seemed all he ever talked about anymore was
Spider-Man, Spider-Man this and Spider-Man that and hey can we fuck now
baby?
She was beginning to have second thoughts about continuing their
relationship, especially after coming to the realization that he wasn't
kidding about spending all of his College Time getting drunk and partying
between the Football Games he was required to play for his Scholarship.
For Flash, he expected things to always go his own way, just as
they had since he was small. Always the most handsome, the most athletic,
the most popular, he figured people would always love him and give him
things for the privilege of being around him.
With a sigh, MJ looked about, seeing all the people who had been
part of her life for so many years now. After this symbolic ceremony, they
would all go their separate ways, or at least most of them would, and that
would be that.
She noted a couple of teachers conferring worriedly with each
other, casting agitated glances about.
"What's with them?" she asked Gwen.
"You didn't hear!?!" gasped Amy Roberts, a gossipy flirt who
had been with most of the boys in school, and not a few of the girls if
you believed the rumors,"Parker's Uncle bought it!"
"What!?!" gasped Mary Jane,"Peter Parker?"
"Yeah!" clucked Amy, seemingly excited at being the bearer of
bad news,"Last night, about 3am, some burglar breaks into Parker's house,
his Uncle surprises him, there's a struggle and he gets shot! The police
say Peter came home late and found out, and he took off and hasn't been
seen since! That's why the teacher's are so fucked, now they don't have
a Valedictorian to make a Commencement Speech!"
"I don't believe it!" gasped MJ,"Ben Parker? He was such a sweet
old man!"
"Poor Peter," muttered Gwen,"It must have been a big shock for
him, you know how close he was to his Uncle."
"Why didn't Aunt Anna tell me?" wondered MJ aloud,"Her and Peter's
Aunt May are good friends, they must know."
"She probably didn't want to ruin your Graduation," noted Gwen,
hugging her friend close with one arm,"You know how hard your Aunt tries
not to cramp your style."
MJ sat back in her chair, trying to sort out the bizarre emotions
she was feeling. She wasn't all that close with Peter, although both of
their Aunt's were good friends, but she'd met Ben a few times and he'd
been such a lovely man, kind and thoughtful and loving.
"Did you hear the great news!" laughed Flash Thompson, grabbing
Gwen and Mary Jane by the shoulders and making both jump and let out
little yelps,"Spider-Man nailed a murderer last night! Took him out in
an old wreck of a house the guy was hiding out in, beat him black and
blue and left him slung up in that crazy webbing of his!"
"Peter Parker's Uncle was murdered last night, Flash," sniffed
Mary Jane, feeling tears coming to her eyes,"Can you give the Spider-Man
hero worship a rest for one fucking second!"
Flash's face fell in shock, then set in anger before he stood
up straight and drew himself to his full height.
"Like any of you gave a fuck about the old coot anyway, he would
have probably dropped dead in a couple of months anyway!"
He stormed away and Mary Jane knew, as she felt she'd known since
Prom Night anyway, that it was over between her and Flash Thompson.
She and Gwen put their arms around each other's shoulders as
both thought the same thing.
What would it be like to lose someone close to them.
Gwen Stacy was dead.
MJ still couldn't bring herself to believe it.
Three days ago they'd been shopping together, the next day she'd
been tossed from the top of The George Washington Bridge by The Green
Goblin.
Spider-Man had been there too and he'd attempted to save her,
snagging her foot with a webline to halt her fall. Perversely, the
coroner's report indicated that she had died of a broken neck, which
suggested the webline which had prevented her fall had actually been what
killed her.
Mary Jane was distraught, unable to believe that someone she'd
known, someone as happy and full of life as Gwen had been could possibly
be dead.
But it was true, there was no denying it for all her hopes of
seeing Gwen bounding happily into her room to show her the latest Designer
gear she'd purchased on Harry's credit card.
"Oh shit, Harry!" she moaned, realizing that she hadn't even
attempted to get in contact with Gwen's boyfriend. What kind of a friend
was she? Her and Harry had gotten on extremely well, he'd even be a great
source of comfort during her messy break up with Flash Thompson 2 years
earlier.
All that High School bullshit which had seemed so important to
her back then seemed so pointless now. Had she really once worried about
such inane things as having the 'right' boyfriend and the 'right' group
of friends?
She rang the private, unlisted number, listening to it ring
several times before an unfamiliar voice answered.
"Is... is Harry there?" she asked.
"Who is this?" demanded the voice angrily,"If this is another of
you press vultures I'll...."
"Mr. Osborn?" she asked, recognizing the voice of Harry's father
at last,"It's Mary Jane Watson, I was a friend of Gwen's and..."
She felt herself tearing up again, especially at the way in which
she'd identified herself. WAS a friend? Was she already thinking of
Gwen in the past tense?
There was a paused silence on the other end of the line, and
then,"Mary Jane, of course, I apologize, the media has been eager to
swoop in on Harry during this unfortunate time, simply because of who
I am, you understand....?"
"Yes, of course," she managed,"Is this a bad time? I can call
back later..."
"Why don't you come over," he suggested,"Harry needs some company,
he's been locked in his room most of this time. I don't think I need
to tell you just how close he and Gwen were...."
"Of course, I'd be happy to," she answered,"I think it would
do me good to get out myself."
She had only met Norman Osborn a handful of times, he was usually
out of town or even out of the Country on business. He was undoubtedly
Harry's father, with the same smooth good locks and easy charm which
made Harry so appealing. Unlike Harry, who was easy-going and let himself
go with the flow, Norman was very driven and liked everything his own
way, shifting events to suit his tastes.
Still, that was your pejorative when you were a Billionaire.
He gave her directions for a back way into one of the many homes
they were using at the time, in order to avoid the press, and after
the relatively short time of half an hour to shower, get dressed and
put on her make-up, she headed out.
"It's these masks," snapped Norman distastefully, pouring himself
a drink. He had offered her one which she'd declined, she felt mixed up
enough without adding alcohol to the mix.
"Masks?" she asked.
"So called Super-Heroes and Super-Villains," he muttered,"They
think they're above it all because of their powers and
abilities, forgetting that people like poor Gwen are out there without
the same talents for defying death."
"Spider-Man was trying to save Gwen..." MJ started, and was
quickly cut off by the elder Osborn.
"Oh yes, I'm sure he was, but she only got involved in
the situation in the first place because of him."
"But I thought The Green Goblin grabbed her...."
"I don't mean directly," interrupted Norman,"But people like
The Green Goblin wouldn't exist if it wasn't for people like Spider-Man,
they draw to each other without knowing it. Who knows, maybe this Green
Goblin was an ordinary man with some slight psychological defect he wasn't
even aware of, something completely harmless never acted on. Then along
comes Spider-Man and this Goblin person becomes fixated on them, starts
taking themselves seriously, decides that they were MEANT to
fight Spider-Man as part of some pre-organized plan. The truth of the
matter is, there weren't Super-Villains until we had Super-Heroes, it's
only after people like The Fantastic Four and The Avengers started up that
people like Doctor Doom, Ultron and Namor started showing their heads."
"In fact!" he continued, on a roll now,"Namor was one of these
so-called Super-Heroes, he fought in World War II alongside Captain America
against the Nazi's. Then suddenly he decides Atlantis is more his style
and starts fighting America! Imagine if one day Captain America decides
The Confederates had it right! He could start up a civil war again with
the power he has!"
"And if my Aunt had balls, she'd be my Uncle," muttered a new
voice.
Norman looked up in surprise as Harry entered the parlor, his
eyes red and his skin a little flushed, but still looking as good as
ever, especially since all he was wearing were boxer shorts and an open
bath-robe, both white.
"Son," noted Norman, sipping at his drink,"I see you've decided
to rejoin the land of the living."
All three flinched at his choice of words and he immediately
apologized, excusing himself and leaving the room.
"Don't worry about Dad," apologized Harry,"He has to have a reason
for everything so that he can understand it. He liked Gwen and he can't
accept her death, so he's fixating on Spider-Man instead to try and deal
with it."
"How are you, Harry?" she asked, hugging him,"I'm sorry I haven't
called sooner."
"It's okay," he told her, patting her back,"I wasn't in much of
a condition to answer calls before, anyway."
"I just can't believe she's dead!" sobbed Mary Jane, breaking
down again.
It was probably the best thing for Harry, whether either of them
knew it or not. It gave him the opportunity to comfort instead
of wallowing in his own misery. He stroked her back and attempted to
soothe her, telling her it was all right, that Gwen had moved on to a
better place and they had to accept that she was gone.
They settled onto the couch and held each other close, comforting
each other as they let their tears run their course, unburdening themselves
of the great weight of the emotional burden Gwen's death had suddenly
dropped on them.
They soothed and cooed and spoke words that really meant nothing,
it was just nice to hear words spoken. Both had lost a close friend and
suddenly death was not an abstract concept read about in books or seen
in films, but a grim reality. Talking, touching, just being there for
each other was enough for them, it assured them that yes, they were still
alive.
What happened next seemed natural to both of them, and neither
said a word as Harry cupped her chin, then slid his finger up to raise
her face to his.
They kissed, gently at first and then more insistently, each
reaching for the other's clothes, pulling, tugging, sliding them off
each other.
Harry's hand stroked Mary Jane's breast gently through
the material of her bra, and then they were moving to the clasp set
between her breasts, opening it and releasing her large mammaries to
his gaze.
It should have seemed perverse, even disgusting to both of them
to be doing such a thing with Gwen not even buried yet, but somehow it
seemed to them the ultimate affirmation of who Gwen had been, alive and
making the most of every moment of her life.
Was this not then, the ultimate tribute to Gwen? This act which
was the most primal of human nature, the ultimate expression of love
and the continuation of life.
Harry lowered her to onto the couch, continuing to kiss her,
not with the harsh passion one might have expected from someone overcome
by emotions, but with smooth, gentle pressure of his lips against hers.
It was the most erotic experience of her life to this point,
none of the rushed, hard passion she'd known with Flash, but a gentle
tenderness that aroused her more than anything she'd ever known. His
fingertips slid over her breasts, lightly tracing circles around her
nipples, his other hand moving slowly, gently down over her waist, where
he slid it under the waistband of her panties. His hand lightly cupped
her cunt-mound but did nothing else, simply there against her as they
continued to kiss, her hands sliding over his back and under his boxers,
palms sliding over his firm buttocks but, like him, not squeezing or
massaging.
They rolled over on the couch, kissing hungrily, passionately
until MJ found herself straddling his hips, staring deep into her eyes,
seeing that same lust and desperate desire that she knew was in her own.
They kissed again, and then Mary Jane was leaning back slightly,
cupping her large, natural breasts together and presenting them to the
boyfriend of her best friend.
Harry leaned forward and took first one, then the next nipple
between his lips, suckling lightly on her breasts, making her moan and
whisper light encouragement to him.
"Oh yes, Harry, yes," she moaned,"Yes, suck on them, suck on
me Harry, suck my tits."
His hands slid up over hers, cupping her breasts together before
he slid them around to her back, supporting her weight as he leaned forward
to get more of her tits into his mouth.
M.J leaned back, secure in the knowledge that he would hold
her up, and pushed her breasts forward into his mouth, releasing her
tits and sliding her hands up through his smooth hair, pulling his mouth
harder against her chest.
Harry shifted his mouth back and forth over each of Mary Jane's
breasts, the warm, wet feel of his mouth around her nipples driving her
wild with pleasure. All thoughts of Gwen were gone from her mind for
now, but not callously, not out of disregard, but because the two of them
needed this, this release for all the bottled up emotions that they were
feeling.
Harry's hands slid down her back and squeezed her amazingly high,
firm buttocks through the thin material of her panties. She moaned happily
and they kissed again, tongues sliding over each other and exploring their
mouths.
MJ's body was the stuff of dreams, and all throughout College she
had been fending off progressively aggressive attempts from various
Agencies to come and model for them full time. She had done a couple of
photo shoots to help pay some of her Tuition Fees, but she wasn't interested
in modeling full-time, she was enjoying her College years... at least
she had been until Gwen's death.
All of that was unimportant now, next to the burning need she
was feeling for Harry. If it had been anyone else it would have been
unthinkable to do such a thing, but with Harry she felt a rapport, a
connection, some kind of chemistry that spoke to some deep part of her.
They rolled over again, with Mary Jane beneath Harry this time
as he continued to suckle at her breasts, stroking the sides of her
tits before he kissed down her flat stomach and grabbed the waistband
of her panties, slowly pulling them down past her hips, over her thighs,
down her knees to her ankles, where she let them hang off one of her
ankles as he kissed back up her body, gently probing around her now
exposed vagina with his lips, before progressing back up past her stomach,
his hands squeezing her breasts together as he began to lightly kiss
her cleavage.
She slid her hands down Harry's back, grabbing his boxers and
pulling them down over his ass, releasing his erection which bobbed up
and pressed against her thigh, delighting her with the weight and heat
of it against her.
Apart from a couple of short term relationships which had gone
nowhere, Mary Jane hadn't had sex since coming to College. While her
room-mates and friends had embarked on a virtual orgy of sexual
experimentation, MJ could count on one hand the number of sexual encounters
she'd had, including Flash Thompson.
And yet there was something undeniably right about this feeling,
his cock was hard against her thigh and she felt no trepidation
or uncertainty, just that this was what she wanted, what he wanted, what
they both wanted.
She reached between his legs and squeezed his balls, making him
look up at her in surprise from between her breasts. They both grinned,
and then they kissed again, Mary Jane languidly sucking his tongue deep
into her mouth, enjoying the feel of him against her thigh, her breasts,
in her mouth.
The two of them slid down so that they rested across the length
of the couch and Mary Jane pulled his head close to hers, whispering
into his ear words any man would have killed to have heard.
"I want you in my mouth."
Harry was more than delighted to accommodate her, but to her
delight he proved all of Gwen's claims of Harry's thoughtfulness and
consideration were true.
"I want you too," he told her, and then swung around so that his
face was directly above her crotch, his own cock pointing directly down
towards her mouth.
MJ arched her head back, opening her mouth wide and reaching up
to (after first pulling Harry's boxer shorts down past his knees) clasp
his buttocks together, pulling him down towards her.
As Mary Jane's mouth took in the first long, lean inch of Harry's
cock, Harry was pressing his own lips firmly against the shaven, tight
slit of flesh that was MJ's cunt.
She moaned happily, her lips closing over his cock-head, causing
Harry to moan in turn and , which sent shivers of pleasure throughout
both their bodies.
Harry opened his mouth and began to lightly plant smooth kisses
along the warm slit of her tight vagina, which was so tight and shaven
that it looked like a smooth cut in her flesh.
Harry moved his hips gently forward while MJ lifted her neck up,
taking more and more of his shaft deep into her warm, wet mouth, her lips
wrapped firmly around his cock, sending wild pulsating surges of pleasure
throughout his crotch as he worked his lips and chin over her pussy, the
tip of his tongue barely protruding through his lips, very slightly
penetrating her cunt-lips, making her moan happily.
Mary Jane swirled her tongue cleverly around his cock-shaft,
making use of all the tricks she'd learnt in the back seat of Flash
Thompson's car.
Harry couldn't help himself any longer and he began to gently
thrust his hips forward, pumping his cock in and out of Mary Jane's
hot mouth as he ran the tip of his tongue up and down between the lips of
her labia, then flicked the tip wildly back and forth over her clitoris,
driving her wild with pleasure, causing her mouth to tighten around his
cock.
Usually Harry could go for hours, but the unexpected fire and
passion of their coupling was getting too much for him and all ready he
could feel his climax approaching.
Before he could ask MJ to stop or cool down, he heard the muffled
moans coming from out of her mouth and realized how hot her body was getting
as she too felt her own orgasm approaching.
He went back to her clitoris, wrapping his lips around her love
button and suckling at it firmly, putting all of the skills he'd learnt
over the years into pushing that buzzing little bundle of nerves over
the edge of an orgasm.
Mary Jane had his full length buried down her throat, clutching
Harry's buttocks firmly as she worked her head up and down in a small,
bobbing motion, lovingly sucking on Harry Osborn's cock, feeling it pulse
and jerk in her mouth as he came closer and closer to cumming, and she
did too.
Harry reached between the cushions of the couch and her ass,
cupping her buttocks firmly and squeezing her hot, Supermodel quality
ass tightly as he allowed his teeth to nibble slightly around the edges
of her clit, driving her wild and making her scream around his firm
cock.
His hips were out of control, thrusting his cock in and out of
her mouth eagerly as her tongue swirled around his shaft, cupping the
underside of his prick and allowing it to slide up and down as he fucked
into her mouth.
"OH YES! YES MJ! YES!" he cried, pulling his head away from her
clit for a moment before plastering his mouth firmly against her cunt
and sucking madly, his tongue thrusting deep into the depths of her cunt
even as his cock blasted load after load of cum deep into her throat.
The sudden penetration of his tongue into her pussy and the feel
of his cum blasting down her throat sent Mary Jane over the edge as well
and her hips slammed up, mashing her cunt into his face as her juices
exploded around his tongue and against his lips.
He eagerly drank at her juices as she swallowed the last of his
cum and then happily began suckling at his still hard cock, her mouth
warm and moist around his shaft as it slowly began to deflate.
Her juices were slowing as Harry slowly lapped his tongue up
and down between her cunt-lips, scooping up the last of her juices as
the two of them moaned happily.
Finally Harry pulled his cock out of her mouth and turned around,
sliding up beside her on the couch, his hand moving around her waist
and holding her close to him.
He nuzzled her neck slowly and they kissed one last time, a slow,
passionate kiss before the two of them settled down quietly and eventually
fell asleep, naked together on the couch.
And watching from a thin crack in the doorway, Norman Osborn let
a small, cruel and humorless smile cross his lips.
Two days later Mary Jane and Harry Osborn stood side by side,
dressed in black and sweltering in the hot summer sun as Gwen Stacy's
body was lowered into the ground.
His arm was around her shoulder and hers was around his waist,
but no one thought anything strange of it, they were the two closest
people to Gwen in the world and it seemed only natural that they would
comfort each other.
Gwen's only remaining family stood together, looking decidedly
uncomfortable. Her Uncle, Arthur Stacy, stood with an arm around the
shoulders of Gwen's tearful cousin, Jill, while his other son, Paul,
stood staring with furious eyes at Gwen's coffin as it was lowered down.
Just over from them, Mary Jane's Aunt Anna was talking softly
to May Parker.
That meant Peter would be there somewhere, thought Mary Jane,
and looked around, spotting him standing next to an extremely attractive
young woman and.... Flash Thompson!?!
"MJ?" asked Harry, feeling her stiffen under his arm.
"Flash Thompson is here," she whispered,"It's nothing, I just
haven't seen him since he got kicked out of College."
"Is that Peter Parker he's with?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow
slightly,"He's certainly got his act together since High School, hasn't
he."
Peter did look good, Mary Jane had to admit, noting how his body
seemed to have filled out somewhat, although he would never be a body
builder he looked to have a good swimmer's build, and he'd also lost his
glasses and actually gotten a hairstyle. She hadn't seen much of Peter
since High School, despite both going to Empire State University, and he
had turned down Norman Osborn's offer of employment, paying for his
Tuition through Freelance Photography for The Daily Bugle, mainly photos
of Spider-Man, which probably explained what Flash Thompson was doing
there with him.
"Who is that with him?" asked Mary Jane, unsure if the woman
was with Flash or Peter.... or maybe both, who knew in this day and age.
"I've no idea," replied Harry, and then their attention went
back to Gwen as The Priest began to speak.
Following the burial, a small reception was held, but Mary Jane
couldn't stay inside and listen to all the memories of Gwen being brought
up. As much as she had loved Gwen, she didn't want to dredge up past
memories now, it was too much like Gwen was there.
She stepped outside and leaned against the wall, sighing as she
tried to sort out some of the conflicting emotions she was feeling. Part
of her felt guilty over what she and Harry had done, but another part of
her was just pleased to have someone to share her grief, emotions and
life with.
"FUCKING BITCH!" roared a voice, shocking Mary Jane up, she looked
around, but whoever it was obviously wasn't speaking to her. She started
around the corner, hearing a woman crying out.
"No Ned! NO!"
She rushed around the corner and saw something she never thought
she would ever see.
Flash Thompson was lying on his back, blinking stupidly, blood
running from his nose as another man stood over him, fists clenched, eyes
bloodshot and veins popping out of his forehead, biceps and neck. Behind
him, standing shocked, was the woman MJ had seen at the Funeral earlier
with Flash and Peter.
"Is this the one? HUH?" he roared,"Is this the asshole you've
been FUCKING BEHIND MY BACK!"
"Ned! You're talking crazy!" cried the woman,"Stop...."
He turned around and lifted his arm, obviously to strike her
down, and then everything was a blur, Mary Jane unsure what had happened,
unable to believe her eyes at the end result.
The man - Ned - was slammed against the brick wall of The Reception
Hall, struggling for breath, clutching at his throat as - one
handed - Peter Parker held him several inches off of the ground by the
neck.
"Don't you ever HIT A WOMAN!" growled Peter, even more furious
than Ned had been moments before,"YOU HEAR ME? YOU HEAR ME!?!"
Ned just choked, feet kicking uselessly as he scrabbled madly
at Peter's hand.
"PETER! HE CAN'T BREATH!" sobbed the woman,"LET HIM GO! PETER!"
Peter blinked rapidly, then his face seemed to fall and he released
Ned, who dropped in a slump to the ground, wheezing pathetically, trying
to catch his breath.
"I... I'm sorry," gasped Peter, then turned and rushed away,
moving past Mary Jane without even noticing her.
"Fl... Flash?" asked MJ, stepping forward and helping Flash
to his feet,"Are you all right?"
"MJ?" asked Flash, looking at her as if surprised to see her,"I
saw you at the Funeral, I didn't know whether to say hello or not...."
"You're bleeding Flash," she said, and he looked at her strangely,
not comprehending for a second. Then he remembered and reached up to
touch his nose, wincing slightly at the pain.
"That's nothing," he muttered,"I got worse on the football field
all the time."
He turned around and walked over to the woman, who was crouched
next to Ned, asking him if he was all right. She heard Flash approaching
and cast him a worried look,"Flash please, I don't want any trouble..."
Flash ignored her, hauling Ned up by his collar, making both
the woman and Mary Jane flinch, expecting a blow.
Instead Flash, with a cold grin fixed on his face, grabbed Ned
by his hand and pumped it up and down.
"Pleased to meet you, Ned, my name is Flash Thompson, I was a
friend of the deceased and I went to High School with Peter Parker, who
works with you and your wife at The Daily Bugle, and also brought her along
to The Funeral for emotional support."
"Emo... emotional support?" muttered Ned, still looking a little
shocked at being manhandled so easily by Peter,"You mean you're... you
and her aren't....?"
"Oh for the love of, NO NED!" snapped the woman,"I would never
cheat on you!"
"I just saw you two... and after all the.... I saw red and.... oh
I'm sorry Betty!" he cried, breaking into tears.
As the two hugged, both crying loudly now, Flash turned away and
smiled in embarrassment at MJ.
"Buy you a drink?"
Back inside the Reception Hall, Flash recounted the whole sorry
story to Mary Jane, who was glad to hear something else other than stories
about Gwen.
When Peter Parker had first gone to work at The Daily Bugle he'd
had a slight relationship with J. Jonah Jameson's Receptionist, and after
they'd ended it she'd started going out with another Bugle Staffer,
reporter Ned Leeds, and eventually married him, becoming Betty Leeds.
Lately their marriage had been on the rocks, however, and he'd
taken to later and later hours, he had trouble sleeping, she suspected
he was drinking and, as a result of it all combined, was becoming paranoid
and suspicious of her.
It all sounded plausible, but MJ knew Flash, had been intimate
with him for years, and she knew he was lying. Besides all that, he could
never know so many intimate details of their life without being involved
somehow, and she also doubted that Betty could have, first, told Peter
all of these intimate details and then, second, that Peter would have
actually been insensitive enough to tell Flash.
She let it slide, though, she wasn't a part of Flash's life
anymore and besides, who was she to judge, she was screwing the boyfriend
of her recently deceased friend, after all.
He told her what he had been up to since getting kicked out of
College over bad academic grades and falling achievement on the Football
field, both of which could be traced back to the hard drinking he had
done in his Frat-House.
For the first few months after being kicked out he'd been in
a rage mostly, but finally, after waking up one morning and lashing out
in panic at the pathetic, broken down old wino staring down at him - and
then realizing that he was looking into a mirror - he'd gotten straight,
joined AA and found a job as an Assistant Physical Education Coach at their
old High School.
"I tried to contact you to make amends, as part of the 12 Step
Program," he told her,"But I couldn't find your number or anyone that
knew it."
"I fell out of touch with the old gang," she explained,"And I had
to change my number to an unlisted one, I keep getting hassled by Modeling
Agencies."
"That's not a bad problem to have," chuckled Flash, sipping at
his Coke,"Anyways, I just wanted to apologize for being such a jerk in
High School, especially after we... you know."
"Yeah, I know," she chuckled,"Forget about it, Flash, we were
kids and it's a part of my life I've put behind me, you should too."
He just smiled.
Harry walked back from the phone booth, giving MJ the thumbs
up before hopping into the car again.
"Dad says the Paparazzi are all staked out at our more public
houses, I know a place where we can go.... if you want to go with me,
that is."
Mary Jane grinned, shaking her head at the thought of having a
boyfriend who was followed around by Paparazzi. Realizing what Harry
might think of her head gesture, she quickly told him yes, she did want
to go with him, and soon they were driving across town.
Luckily Gwen's Uncle Arthur, via his connections in the Police
Force, had gotten the funeral placed on the Registry under a different
name, to avoid a Media presence, and they hadn't had to worry about
flashing cameras and annoying reporters. That was part of the reason
Ned hadn't known about where Betty was going, and Peter was obviously a
decent enough sort that he didn't take advantage of his situation as a
photographer to get in any shots of Harry.
She felt she'd misjudged Peter, he wasn't that nerdy kid from
High School anymore. That had been amply shown by the way he'd easily
lifted Ned up by one arm, even the heat of the moment couldn't produce
strength like that without something to back it up.
All of that was unimportant now, though, she was going to go
back to Harry's and she fully meant to properly sleep with him this time.
That first night they'd 69'ed, the next night they'd held each
other, but tonight, with Gwen buried, she felt that she could put that
past behind her and finally move forward, and she could do that with
Harry.
"Is anyone else here?" she asked as she stepped through the
door to the apartment twenty minutes later, Harry's coat over
her shoulders.
"Just you and me, baby," he whispered into her ear, sliding
one hand over her shoulder to cup one of her large, firm breasts as
his other hand slid between her legs.
She turned her face towards his and they kissed, long and slow
as he gently fondled her, until finally she broke away with a shy grin
and stepped backwards into the lounge.
"Harry... are we horrible people?" she asked him.
"No, hey baby no!" he whispered, stepping forward and gently
stroking her cheek,"We're alive. I loved Gwen, I loved her to death,
and if she were alive today I'd never even consider this.... but we're
alive Mary Jane and we need, and you're the only person I would ever
consider doing this with."
"It just seems wrong somehow," MJ started, but he cut her off.
"It's not wrong to feel, Mary Jane, it's how we know we're alive,
and what is this if not the ultimate symbol of life."
She turned to the couch and he stepped up behind her again,
lightly nibbling at her earlobes, her cheeks, her neck, making her moan
in spite of herself.
- What am I thinking? - she asked herself, - I already asked
myself these questions, came to the same conclusions, there is nothing
wrong with what I... what WE'RE doing. -
His hand slid down her dress, the same black dress she'd worn to
Gwen's funeral, and cupped one of her large breasts, lightly rubbing at
her nipple, bringing it to erection as he squeezed and pinched at the
hard little nub of flesh, making MJ groan loudly with pleasure.
"Oh Harry, Harry!" she moaned,"I need you, I need you so bad!"
Harry slid his other hand down the flat surface of MJ's stomach,
lifting the hem of her dress up over her crotch, sliding down her white
cotton panties and into the shaven, already moist cleft of her cunt.
She gasped in delight at the feel of Harry's fingers on her cunt,
rubbing her with an experts touch, lightly parting the outer lips of her
cunt as his middle finger slid it's way inside to explore the soft, warm,
wet depths of her snatch.
"You like that, MJ?" whispered Harry, thrusting his finger deep
inside of Mary Jane's juicy, desperate slit,"We're going to fuck all night
long, MJ, you and I are going to fuck till the sun comes up."
"Oh yes Harry," she moaned, his words making her hot, especially
coupled with the feel of his finger pumping in and out of her tight little
cunt-slit.
She could feel his cock pressing against her ass and it felt
so good, pressing firmly between her cheeks, seeing out the vagina that
his finger was currently sawing in ad out of. She could feel her cunt
begging for cock, knew that she needed it and, for the first time in her
life, she was desperate for cock.
"I want it," she moaned, wanting to put her need into words,
to articulate her desire,"I want your cock Harry! I want your cock inside
of me!"
She stepped forward as his finger was sliding down out of her
cunt, then turned around and threw her arms around his neck, pulling
his lips against hers, kissing him with a passion that was all lust and
none of the desperation that had been in their first kisses, two days
ago.
As they kissed his arms grabbed the hem of her dress and began to
pull it up over her body, and she stepped away to lift her arms up,
allowing him to pull the black mourning dress off of her body, tossing it
forgotten to the floor. As he quickly undressed, she unhooked her bra and
let her large tits bounce free, then quickly stepped out of her panties
before she pressed against him again, kissing him with a fiery passion that
seemed doubled now that they could feel their naked flesh against each
other's bodies.
Her breasts were large and soft and yet hard and unyielding,
totally natural and yet defying gravity with their size and shape. Her
nipples pressed firmly against his chest, her legs spread wide to allow
his cock, which was squashed against her lower belly and cunt, to slide
between the outer lips of her pussy, teasing her with it's proximity.
Her tongue moved in and out of his mouth, tasting him and letting
him taste her as they cupped each other's asses and moaned in mutual
need and desire.
Mary Jane broke the kiss, smiling at him before she stepped
forward and began to slowly kiss down his chest and stomach, lowering
herself down, kissing more and more of him until she was on her knees
and his long, lean cock was pointing right at her ruby red lips.
She reached up and circled his cock-shaft with her hands, gently
stroking him, eyes locked on the head of his cock, staring right at his
piss-hole, enraptured by the gleaming blob of pre-cum slowly oozing it's
way out of the hole.
"Come on, MJ," Harry moaned quietly,"Suck me, put it in your
mouth, take my cock in your mouth and suck me off."
"Oh yes, Harry," moaned MJ with need, and she opened her mouth
wide, leaning forward and taking the head of his cock inside of her,
wrapping her lips hungrily around his shaft and, using just her mouth,
sucked his cock several inches deep down her throat.
Harry threw back his head and let out a howl of pleasure at the
delightful sensation of having Mary Jane Watson sucking on his cock. She
was gripping his buttocks firmly, pulling her mouth down further and
further over his cock, bobbing up and down, masturbating him with her
mouth.
She looked up and grinned at the look of pleasure on Harry's face,
getting a heady sense of satisfaction from knowing she was making him
this hot. Although she'd sucked Flash off plenty of times, she'd never
acquired a taste for cock, but somehow she knew she could take Harry
Osborn's prick between her lips morning, noon and night and never get
tired of it.
She drew back until just the head of his cock remained inside of
her mouth, then she quickly lowered her mouth back down over the length
of his meat, sucking his cock in.
"Oh yeah," moaned Harry, beginning to pump his cock slowly in
and out of Mary Jane's mouth, exposing and then burying the glistening
length of his cock-shaft.
She bobbed her head back and forth on his cock, sucking and
slurping her mouth and tongue over his cock, bringing him closer and
closer towards orgasm, closer and closer until she sensed he was going to
blow.... and then she pulled her mouth away.
"AH! AH!" he gasped,"Ah! Ah! Ah? MJ?"
He opened his eyes, which had been screwed shut with the pleasure
as he felt her sucking on his cock, and the sight that greeted him was
almost enough to make him cum anyway.
Mary Jane had moved further into the room, the very same room in
fact (although she didn't realize it till the next morning) where she had
lost her virginity to Flash Thompson, settled down on the carpet and spread
her legs wide, exposing her cunt to his gaze and the much wanted penetration
of his cock.
"What are you waiting for, Harry?" she asked seductively, making
Harry swallow,"This?"
She slowly dipped a finger into her cunt up to the first knuckle
and then slowly, carefully stroked it back and forth, letting out a soft
little coo of delight.
A long, slow, delighted grin spread across Harry's face as he
watched Mary Jane running her finger up and down the tight slit of her
cunt.
"Shit MJ, do you have any idea how hot you are," he moaned,
fisting his cock slowly, his prick still glistening and wet from her
mouth. He walked into the lounge, dropping to his knees between her
out-spread thighs, staring down at the erotic sight of the incredibly
beautiful red-head masturbating herself, waiting to feel his cock inside
of her.
He crawled over her, getting his cock into position as he lightly
kissed and nuzzled at her large tits, suckling on them momentarily before
he moved up to her mouth, slowly kissing her, sliding his tongue over
hers as his cock slid along her cunt, pressing against her finger, which
was slick with her own juices.
She pulled her finger out and raised her ass up, clenching her
buttocks together as she spread her legs further, parting them so Harry
could slide his cock deep into her.
They continued to kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouth,
Mary Jane lightly sucking on Harry's tongue inside of her mouth. She
slowly slid her body up and down, loving the feel of his skin against
hers, rubbing against each other, her tits squashed against his chest,
her legs spread wide, his cock pressing firmly against her cunt.
He reached down between his legs and grabbed the base of his shaft,
steadying his cock in hand. Mary Jane slid a hand down and wrapped it
around his hand, both of them gripping his cock, and staring into his eyes,
Mary Jane pulled him forward as she lifted her own hips, sinking his cock
balls deep inside of her cunt.
"OH!" she gasped, her eyes going wide, seeing the same look
in his own eyes,"OH.... oh... oh HARRY!"
"Oh fuck me, shit!" gasped Harry,"Oh shit MJ, shit!"
There was none of the pain and frustrated desire she had had with
Flash, and none of the quick, eager fuck-strokes of the three men she'd
had relationships with during College. Instead she felt complete, totally
fill and satisfied, Harry's cock giving her something she'd never had
before, something only he could give her, something she desperately wanted.
"Oh.... oh FUCK ME HARRY!" she screamed, and slammed her crotch
up against her own, mashing her clit against his pubic bone and moaning in
pure sexual pleasure.
Harry didn't have to be asked twice, and he quickly began to
do just as he was told, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt with long,
powerful strokes that reduced Mary Jane to a squirming, sobbing, squealing
bundle of nerves, moaning and writhing beneath him in ecstasy. Her hands
clawed at the carpet, twisting her head from side to side, whimpering
with pleasure as she felt his cock slamming in and out of her, giving her
a good fucking for the first time in her life, his crotch slapping against
her clitoris, balls slapping against her ass, all in time to the grunts
and moans and whining and whimpers and gasps coming from MJ. She slammed
her hips up in time to Harry's fucking prick, grinding their crotches
together, her extremely fuckable ass clenching tightly as she slammed up
to meet his every stroke.
"Oh YES!" she cried,"YES HARRY! You're fucking me! FUCKING ME!
FUCK ME!!!!"
Harry plunged into her over and over again, all thoughts of
Gwen gone from either of their minds, replaced by the delightful and
unmistakable pleasure of their sex. Mary Jane couldn't believe that
a cock could feel so good slamming in and out of her cunt, how much
pleasure could be drilled into her by the staccato beat of his balls
slapping against her ass, the feel of his hands sliding through her hair,
over her breasts, pinching her nipples, the knuckle of a thumb grinding
against her clitoris, all of it driving her to higher and higher plateaus
of sexual pleasure.
She threw her arms around Harry's neck and drew him close to
her, kissing him hungrily, sucking on his tongue before forcing her own
deep into his mouth, licking him inside his cheeks. Her long, sexy legs
spread wide and came up, wrapping themselves around Harry's waist and
squeezing him tight as she used him as an anchor to pull her cunt up
firmly against his cock again and again.
Her back arched and she tossed her head back and forth, breaking
their kiss to gasp in a lungful of air, then expelling it as she cried out
in pleasure.
She rammed her cunt up hard against his crotch, loving the feel of
his cock filling her over and over again, his pubic bone mashing firmly
against her clitoris, causing her to moan and cry out happily.
Harry was using every trick he knew - without even thinking about
it - to bring her pleasure and hold of his own orgasm. He wanted to be
like this forever, feeling the sucking heat of Mary Jane's cunt pulling
on his cock, her big breasts squashed against his chest and her mouth
against his. He worked his hips in long, circuitous strokes, getting
maximum penetration at different angles, affecting different parts of her
crotch, driving her wild with each one. Then he would pull his hips back
as far as he could with her legs wrapped around his waist, then slam back
deep into her, burying his full shaft deep into her pussy over and over
again.
Mary Jane whimpered and squirmed beneath him, the harder his cock
slammed into her the more she loved it, the deeper he impaled his prick
into her dripping snatch, the more excited she got.
Her hot cunt sucking on his prick, her cunt-walls tight and
massaging, her juices flowing steadily around it as she moaned and cried
out for more, slamming her hips hard against his with tireless need,
crying out for more, more, MORE!
Every stroke of his cock into her, every time he filled her
up, everytime his shaft rode along her clitoris, she felt herself being
pushed closer and closer towards orgasm, and she didn't fight it, she
couldn't fight it, she was lost in a haze of sexual fulfillment.
Harry's cock slammed into Mary Jane's cunt with a wet, sucking
sound as the constant pressure of their sticky, juicy bodies together and
apart again created a vacuum. She was working her cunt up hard, her tight
ass liftng higher and higher, clenching so tight it almost looked like she
had only one ass-cheek with a line through it.
Each successive thrust of his cock deep into her seemed to excite
them both more and more, each one better than the last, each one making her
cry with pleasure and him moan happily.
"OH FUCK YES, HARRY!!!!" she cried,"OH YES! I'M GOING TO CUM HARRY!
FUCK ME! FUCK ME! MAKE ME CUM HARRY!"
Her body stiffened as he slammed fully into her and ground his
crotch against her clitoris and cunt-lips, then began to shudder and twist
about, her vagina rippling and quivering around his deeply imbedded cock
as she came, clenching her teeth and then, figuring what the hell, opened
her mouth wide and let out an earth shattering scream of satisfaction.
"Oh shit yeah MJ!" he cried,"ME TOO! I'M CUMMING INTO YOUR FUCKING
CUNT, MARY JANE!"
His eyes squeezed shut as he felt her cunt grip firmly onto his
cock, milking it greedily as he blasted his cum deep into Mary Jane's
spasming, orgasming cunt.
He moaned and collapsed on top of her as she let out a long,
low, guttural moan of satisfaction, then let her legs drop away from his
waist, her arms and legs splaying out to her sides. She lay beneath
Harry, moaning and panting happily, for several minutes, and then Harry
roused long enough for them to have a long, slow and extremely erotic
kiss.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, as they had the previous
three nights, and didn't awake until late the next morning.
On the roof of the building across from the one Harry and MJ
were in, however, was a man who wouldn't get to sleep until about the same
time they were getting up.
"A job well done," he chuckled, sliding his camera into it's bag
and heading off to his apartment, where he would develop the several rolls
of films he'd just taken in his darkroom.
After that he'd select those he wanted for his private collection,
make doubles, then send them off to The Daily Tattler, which would be sure
to pay a handsome sum for pictures of Harry Osborn and Mary Jane Watson
getting over the death of their girlfriend and best friend respectively
in their own unique manner.
Mary Jane felt alive and vibrant the next day, almost skipping
her way onto the grounds of Empire State University she was so happy.
That all went away by the following day, however, when she beamed
her way onto Campus and found people staring at her. Normally there was
nothing strange about that, she was an incredibly attractive young woman
with a great body and no know attached males, but these were different
looks.
Most of the men looked her over as usual, but with a smug, almost
arrogant gaze, as if she wasn't something to be coveted but something
that was theirs and theirs alone.
The women looked at her with a mixture of contempt, disbelief and
disgust, and she soon found out why.
The Daily Tattler was one of many papers to be found on Campus,
and this particular one had the headline emblazoned upon it : Billionaire's
Son Has A Good Mourning!
She scooped it up in disbelief, spotting the front cover's photo,
an extremely clear image of a red-head getting fucked hard on her back,
legs wrapped around the waist of the man fucking her.
The photographer, who wasn't credited, had caught a particularly
good (or bad, depending on who you asked) moment to snap his photo,
getting a shot with both the man and the woman looking right at the camera,
making identification undeniable.
Harry Osborn and Mary Jane Watson.
She heard the whispers then, low muted voices, only certain words
audible, but all the more hurtful because they were obviously spoken louder
to get her attention.
".....Gwen was supposed to be her best friend...."
".....think she sent The Green Goblin...."
".....always been jealous...."
".....great tits on her, eh?...."
".....see that shot where you can see her cunt?...."
".....what a slut...."
".....body wasn't even cold...."
It was too much for her, she turned and rushed away,
tears streaming down her face.
"You. have. forty-nine. new. messages," stuttered out the answering
machine.
"Oh no," she moaned, slumping down on her bed. She knew she'd have
to face this sooner or later, she may as well make it sooner, she just
hadn't expected so many calls on an unlisted number.
She punched the button for playback.
"First. Message," spoke the emotionless voice of the machine.
"Mary Jane.... this is your Aunt Anna.... well I.... um.... call
me, okay darling.?"
"Second. Message."
"Oh shit Mary Jane!" gasped Harry's voice,"I guess you've seen
it by now.... shit! I'll call you back okay."
She buried her head in her hands, shoulders shaking with barely
stifled sobs.
"Third. Message."
"Mary Jane.... uhhh, this is Peter... Peter Parker? Anyway,
listen, I saw the... uh, well, anyway..... geez this is awkward, I think
that.... uuhhhh, damn, if you need a shoulder to cry on something, well,
give me a call okay, I'm staying with my Aunt May for the next couple of
weeks so... uh, your Aunt Anna will have the number."
"Fourth. Message."
"Mary Jane Watson, this is Howard Stern calling, hoping that
you'll be my lucky number, why don't you pick up and speak with that
pretty mouth of yours? Unless of course it's full, my Mother always told
me to never speak with my mouth full after all....."
"Fifth. Message."
"Howard here again baby! Listen, you done yet or did you bite
off more than you could chew? OUCH!"
It went on in that vein, MJ eventually just fast forwarding
through them all until she came across the final message.
"Mary Jane, baby! This is Sal over at Victorious Modeling,
just wanted to know if you've reconsidered our offer of employment? We're
always looking for new talent, MJ, and believe me, you are HOT! You'll be
on every magazine cover in the world by the time we're done with you,
believe me!"
She snorted back a bitter laugh.
"Anyways, babe, give me a call, anytime you want, just ask for
Sal!"
She looked down at her books, then over at the phone, then back
at her books, remembering all the good times she'd had at College, good
times with Gwen.
Gwen was dead.
She picked up the phone and rang the number, one she knew off
by heart by now after all the attempts Victorious had made at signing
her up.
"Can I speak to Sal, please?" she asked after only a moments
hesitation, fully prepared to finally leave behind the world of High
School and College, and all the bitchy gossiping that went along with
it.
"Can you believe she's wearing THAT!" gasped Mary Jane, whispering
conspiratally into Naomi's ear,"In HER condition."
Naomi stifled a rather un-Supermodel like snort of laughter
and lifted her glass of champagne in order to cover her response, just
as Mary Jane was doing with her palm.
"You're so wicked, MJ!"
"Not as wicked as her husband will be if the baby turns out to
have skin color closer to Mario's!"
"Hah!" gasped Naomi, almost spitting out her mouthful of champagne.
Suddenly the two were all smiles and laughter as the object of
their scrutiny came close.
"Oh darling, you look wonderful!" gushed Naomi,"You're glowing!"
"Positively radiant!" laughed MJ, pecking the air by the woman's
cheek as she did the same in turn.
They exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before her and her
elderly husband, the Count, moved on.
"Oh wow, her skin looks like it's about to fall off of her face!"
chuckled Mary Jane.
"Is she going on a trip?" asked Naomi,"Because she's got some
pretty big bags under her eyes!"
"Maybe Calvin will use her for his next advertising campaign!"
They cackled with false laughter before Naomi excused herself to
go and literally powder her nose. Mary Jane was tempted to join her,
but a second later all thoughts of getting high disappeared as she spotted
a familiar face.
"Flash?" she whispered, and moved closer, it WAS Flash.
Turning, the former football star's eyes widened as he spotted
her, then a wide grin crossed his face and he moved towards her, throwing
his arms wide and scooping her up in a fierce hug, doing terrible damage
to her expensive dress, although she was too surprised to really notice
at the time.
"Flash? What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm here with Felicia Hardy," he replied with a grin, naming a
wealthy model who, while not up to the Supermodel level of fame that Mary
Jane and Naomi had reached, was extremely well known in The New York
Fashion Scene,"Geez Mary Jane, what has it been? 2 years?"
"At least," she replied, still a bit dazed at finding Flash
Thompson at an extremely exclusive Fashion Party. Seeing him all decked
out in a tuxedo had brought memories of the prom flooding back to her,
and she was having trouble getting her head straight,"It's good to see
you Flash, how are things going for you?"
"Great MJ, great," he laughed,"I'm Head Coach at our old High
School, but that's not important, I'm doing a lot of work for the Community
now, cleaning up the old neighborhood, organizing sports to get kids out
of gangs, really giving something back!"
"That's.... that's great Flash," she replied, looking around for
Harry. It looked like Harry had become the Community equivalent of a Born
Again Christian, and she knew that any moment now he'd likely start telling
her how someone with her fame could do a lot of good work.....
"You know MJ," he said, his wide grin dropping for a second before
returning in full force,"With your fame...."
"Flash Thompson you dirty son of a bitch!" laughed a new voice,
and Harry Osborn slid up beside Flash, draping an arm around his shoulder
and hugging him close,"How the hell did you get past the door!"
"Ha... Harry?" asked Flash,"So, you and MJ are still together?"
"Course we are, Flash," chuckled Harry, turning Flash away from
Mary Jane and walking him away, moving towards the bar,"We just keep it
quiet so those bastard paparazzi won't bother us again, Mary Jane was
really cut up after last time...."
That was an understatement, MJ thought to herself, remembering
that dark day over two years ago when she'd taken her last steps onto
Empire State University and the horror of a day that had followed. Things
were far better now, she lived the jetset life of a Supermodel, traveling
around the world to exotic locations, getting paid millions to stand still
while photos were taken of her, appearing on chat-shows, attending premieres
and hanging out with the beautiful people.
Life was good.
"You must be Mary Jane Watson," chuckled a voice, and MJ turned
to find herself facing a strikingly beautiful woman, perhaps a little older
than herself, with glorious long white hair and what was obviously a
magnificently conditioned body beneath her figure hugging black dress.
"Felicia Hardy, right?" asked Mary Jane,"I was just talking with
Flash."
"I know," laughed Felicia, and Mary Jane found herself smiling
for no reason that she could fathom, something about Felicia just seemed
to speak to her,"Let me guess, the big Community Speech?"
"Yeah," chuckled Mary Jane,"How did you know."
"It's how we first met," replied Felicia,"He approached me at a
photo shoot I was doing and gave me the 'with your fame you could do a lot
of good' speech."
"Oh geez," chuckled Mary Jane, raising a hand to her forehead
in mock exasperation, at the same time being careful not to mess with her
make-up,"What a catch, huh!"
The two laughed together.
"I had to admire his moxy, though," Felicia continued after a
moment,"And I agreed to help him out with a fund-raiser, I figured what
the hell, it'll be good PR anyway, but after that he had me on the hook
and now we're in a relationship."
They both laughed again, and moved into a corner of the room to
continue their conversation, as Harry and Flash stood by the bar, chatting
away themselves.
"I'm not really supposed to drink anymore," Flash was telling
Harry, who had just offered him a martini,"I got kicked out of College
for drinking too much and it became a big part of my life, I kicked the
habit and haven't drunken anything since."
"Ahhh come on, Flash," chuckled Harry,"You're a big boy, one
drink isn't going to hurt you."
"I'd rather no...."
"You're not an alcoholic or anything, right," Harry interrupted,"I
mean, you didn't have to go to AA or anything, am I right?"
"Well no...."
"Well come on then, just one drink will be fine," Harry laughed,
pressing the martini into Flash's hand,"It'll be good for you, show you
that you're still in charge."
"Well, I guess one drink can't hurt...." muttered Flash, obviously
a little unsure, but he took the drink from him.
After all, he was Flash Thompson, he could handle one little
drink, couldn't he?
While Harry Thompson quietly slipped the vial of pills back into
his pocket, now several pills short.
Mary Jane threw her head back with a snort, eye firmly closed before
they shot open and she let out a long, low exhalation of breath.
"Oh that shit is good," she said after a moment, causing Felicia
to chuckle.
The white-haired beauty moved into MJ's place and bent over the
toilet-paper receptacle, pressing one finger against a nostril and snorting
up the line of cocaine left into the other.
"Yeah!" she sniffed, stepping back and wiping her nose with her
fingers,"I know a guy."
Mary Jane smiled as she felt the familiar buzz spread over her body,
stretching out to all of her extremities. Her finger-tips and toes were
tingling and she could feel her nipples stiffen and grow erect beneath
her extremely expensive dress. A twinge shot up through her crotch and
she let out a low moan, gently sliding her hands down over her hips, making
a show of pulling her dress down slightly.
"Horny?" asked Felicia, causing Mary Jane to blush furiously.
"Relax," laughed Felicia,"Good blow always does that to me, my
nipples get erect and my pussy gets wet and I need a good, hard fucking."
Mary Jane gasped at the crude language coming from the beautiful
woman, but at the same time felt another twinge shoot through her crotch.
"I... I don't know about that," she said at last,"I'm just feeling
a little light-headed is all."
"Sure you are!" laughed Felicia, and then before Mary Jane could
react, the white-haired model reached out and grabbed MJ's dress on either
side of her eye-popping cleavage, tugging them down and revealing her
large, firm breasts and clearly erect nipples,"Light headed indeed!?!"
"Hey, what are you doing?" asked Mary Jane, casting her eyes about
nervously, as if somehow a large hole might have been cut into the partition
wall, and hundreds of photographers would have gotten their way into it
to snaps more humiliating photos.
"Oh calm down," chuckled Felicia,"Like you've never done anything
like this before!"
"I haven't, stop... OH!" gasped Mary Jane as Felicia unexpectedly
cupped MJ's large breasts in her hands, lowered her head and took one
erect nipple into her mouth.
"Oh no.... no this is wrong," gasped Mary Jane, even as she felt
a delightful shock of pleasure rush through her breasts, shooting up
through her nipples, throughout the flesh of her large, firm breasts,
firing up her neck and down her stomach simultaneously, a wave of pleasure
which hit her brain and her vagina at the same time and....
"OH FUCK!" she gasped, her body hunching forward, hands slamming
against the two partition walls on either side of her as she hit the
quickest orgasm she'd ever had.
Felicia pulled away and smiled at Mary Jane, who was staring at
her in shock, then roughly pulled the hem of MJ's designer dress up and
pressed her other hand roughly against her pussymound, cupping it firmly
and squeezing.
"Oh fuck" Mary Jane repeated in disbelief, her voice barely a
whisper.
"Yum, someone's all wet," chuckled Felicia, then slid her hand
down MJ's panties and slid a finger deep into the Supermodel's vagina,
making her roll her head and moan with the heretofore unknown
pleasure,"And hot!"
"I've never... I mean I...." moaned Mary Jane,"Not with a woman."
"Oh really?" chuckled Felicia,"You telling me that in your entire
life you've never done something even remotely homosexual?"
A sudden flash of memory hit Mary Jane as she remembered being
14 years old, practicing french kissing with Gwen Stacy and the loooong
solo masturbation sessions she'd have after Gwen had gone home. But that
didn't count, surely?
"No," she whispered,"Never."
"Well it's about time you did," chuckled Felicia,"Why don't we
get out of here."
"Wha... what about Harry and Flash," she moaned.
"Let's bring them with us," laughed Felicia,"The more the merrier!"
Mary Jane felt a flush of excitement at the thought of such a
dirty act she was contemplating, and slowly nodded assent.
After readjusting each other's dresses and making sure there was
no sign of cocaine on their faces, they stepped outside to a scene, a
rather disturbing one, as Flash Thompson was hauling himself up onto an
oaken table.
"Whoze da man!" he roared drunkenly, side-stepping into a large
bowl of punch and almost going over. He recovered and looked around at
the shocked (and also slightly bemused) elite of New York, various actors,
Politicians, models, Supermodels, the odd Crime-Lord, Designers, the
wealthy and the well connected.
"Lookz at ya all!" he grunted, drawing himself up in drunken
dignity,"The oh-so rich and famous, living your vapid lizzle livez and
having yo lizzle self-congratzalatori parzies, patting each ozzer on the
backs for being so rich and famous and BORING!"
"Oh shit, Flash," muttered Felicia, pushing her and Mary Jane
against the wall so that he wouldn't see them,"Why now of all times?"
"Well yooze all live your bullshit lizzle lives, coz none of
you are really happy, yar a buncha degenerate fucks vampires living of
the life-blood of the hard-working man... none of you care abouz the kidz,
it's all about the kidz man....."
He burst into tears and then with sudden finality slammed down onto
his ass on the punch bowl, his legs draped ridicicously over the side of
the large glass bowl.
What had been muttered comments and the odd nervous laugh from
the assembled elite quickly changed to uproarious laughter at the pathetic
sight that Flash now was. Felicia flopped her hair over her face and
lifted a forearm up over her eyes, grabbing MJ with the other arm and
pulling her away.
"Let's get the hell out of here," she whispered furiously,"If
anyone finds out I'm with him I'll be finished in this town!"
They moved away, Mary Jane grabbing an amused Harry Osborn along
the way and pulling her with him, and then they were heading out to try
something none of them ever had before.
Once again it was the same apartment, the same place where Mary
Jane had lost her virginity to Flash Thompson, been introduced to the
pleasures of sex by Harry Osborn and now, with a little luck, where she
would have her first sexual experience with another female.
But first certain precautions had to be taken.
"Harry," she said, in no uncertain terms.
"No problem, love," he replied with a smile, grabbing a remote
control from a shelf by the door. He flicked a button and as Felicia
watched, shades turned and blocked out the magnificent view of the city.
"And," MJ added.
"Of course, dear," chuckled Harry, winking at Felicia as he
explained,"Infra-red."
Another button click and the windows were sealed off by air-tight
metallic seals.
"Wow, paranoid much!" chuckled Felicia.
"It was bad enough them getting photos of us when I was a College
Student and Harry was just the son of Norman Osborn," offered Mary Jane
as a way of explaining her justifiable paranoia,"Now I'm a Supermodel and
Harry runs several of his Father's companies in his own right, I don't want
that rag making any more money of me."
"Did we come here to discuss The Daily Tattler?" asked Harry with
a grin, pouring some champagne into three glasses,"Or to engage in lewd
sexual acts?"
Felicia and Mary Jane exchanged startled glances, then grinned
at each other before sliding arms around their shoulders.
"Lewd sexual acts sounds good to me, what about you Felicia?" she
asked.
"That would be preferable, yes," chuckled Felicia, then turned
and lightly ran her tongue up the side of Mary Jane's face. This startled
the beautiful red-head for a moment, then she turned and locked lips
with the white haired beauty, allowing Felicia's tongue to part her lips
and explore her mouth.
Sudden memories of Gwen sprang up again in MJ's head, recalling
all those years ago with Gwen, when they had learned to kiss by practicing
on each other.
But things had never reached the level they did with Felicia a
few moments later as the beautiful woman slid her hands down MJ's back
and gently cupped her firm buttocks, squeezing them as they ran their
tongues over each other.
"Delightful," chuckled Harry, sipping his champagne with a grin
before he headed into the bedroom to get a sexual aid he knew they'd both
be into.
When he returned Mary Jane and Felicia had mainly pulled their
expensive dresses away, revealing firm, sexy bodies that any man would
give his right eye to catch a glimpse of.
Mary Jane was experimentally nursing on one of Felicia's breasts,
lightly nibbling at a plump, pink nipple as the white haired model lightly
stroked the red-head's hair.
Harry grinned before going back to his preparations, pulling off
his clothes and moving the couch around into position. He settled down onto
the couch, putting two glasses of champagne within easy reach as he opened
the small vials he had brought with him.
Mary Jane had, with some reluctance, been pulled away from Felicia's
breast to share another kiss, but Harry's voice was somehow able to
penetrate their lust addled minds.
"Girls, I've got a present for you."
They turned and grinned hungrily as they saw Harry draped over
his couch, naked and holding a glass of champagne in each hand, two long
white lines of cocaine running down over his lean, muscular chest and
toned abdominals.
They licked their lips greedily, and started towards him until
he shook his head.
"No no," he told them sternly,"Naked.... on your hands and knees."
Going along with his games, Mary Jane stripped out of their dresses,
tossing the expensive items aside without a second thought. They stood
still for a moment, the three of them hungrily drinking in the sight of
each other's naked bodies, and then Mary Jane and Felicia dropped to their
knees and crawled towards Harry with hungry looks on their faces, their
eyes locked firmly on the two smooth lines of coke running down his upper
body.
They got up onto their knees between his outspread legs, sliding
their arms over his thighs and moving up together towards his chest, their
large, firm breasts sliding over his crotch, making him moan happily.
First Mary Jane and then Felicia snorted up a line of coke, then
slowly shared a long, passionate kiss with Harry. Once done with him,
they turned and locked their mouths together again, enjoying the taste and
feel of another woman's mouth.
With a grin Harry removed another vial of cocaine and lightly
sprinkled it over his erect penis, leaving a long white trail over his
length.
Felicia and Mary Jane shared a grin, and then MJ politely motioned
for Felicia to go ahead.
She snorted the coke up from Harry's cock, sending a thrill through
his crotch before the white haired model ran her tongue up the side of
his prick, then swallowed the head into her mouth, suckling firmly on the
head of Harry Osborn's penis.
Mary Jane found it a real turn-on to watch another woman sucking
on her boyfriends prick, but she wanted to get in on the action as well
and lowered her own mouth to Harry's cock, gently running her tongue up
and down the length of his shaft before taking over from Felicia, sucking
his cockhead into her warm, wet mouth as she moved around his leg, allowing
Felicia to move in between his legs and suck first one, then the next, of
Harry's balls into her mouth.
"Oh that's so good," moaned Harry as the two beauties went down
on him, stroking their hair and rolling his head back over the couch as
he let the sensations wash over him,"Felicia, get up here."
Felicia let Harry's balls slip out of her mouth, looking up at him
in confusion. To let her know what he planned, he let his long tongue
slide out between his lips, pressing up to hit the tip of his nose.
She grinned, then scrambled up onto the couch beside him, spreading
her legs wide before straddling his face. He found himself staring up at
the delightful sight of Felicia's pink, shaven cunt-lips, so tight that her
cunt looked like a simple slit in her skin, if not for the erect, glistening
clitoris just poking it's head out.
Slowly she lowered her crotch onto his face, just as Mary Jane
finished sinking every last inch of his cock between her beautiful lips.
Harry reached up and cupped Felicia's tight ass, squeezing her
firm, athletic buttocks together as his tongue slid between her tight
cuntlips and scooped up her juices with his tongue. She grinned happily,
grabbing the back of his head and pulling her crotch down firmly against
his face. Her arms were pressing her large breasts together, making them
seem even larger as she began to slowly work her crotch up and down over
his face, even as Mary Jane increased the pace of her mouths strokes up
and down over Harry's prick.
Her eyes ran up his chest to take in the gorgeous sight of Felicia's
tightly clenching buttocks as she worked her pussy over Harry's face. It
seemed that her decision to allow Felicia to seduce her had awoken a brand
new appreciation of the female form, and for the first time she could
remember she was getting turned on by the sight of another naked female.
She longed to press her own tongue up between Felicia's pussy,
to taste the juices of another woman and make her cum all over her face,
to cup her buttocks in hand and suckle on her nipples (as she had been
doing just ten minutes earlier) and kiss and lick and stroke her face.
She felt her cunt clenching and sucking hungrily at nothing yet
again, and she knew she had to have something inside of her now, and she
meant NOW!
Pulling her mouth off of Harry's cock, she got up onto the couch
and straddled his waist, lifting her crotch up above his own until his
cock was positioned right beneath her hungry cunt.
Grabbing the base of his cock to steady him, Mary Jane lowered
herself down and felt the glorious feeling of a cock sliding up into her
cunt.
Harry groaned into Felicia's cunt at the delicious sensation of
Mary Jane's snatch parting around his cock, involuntarily humping several
times up into her, pounding unexpectedly against her clit and making the
red head let out a moan of heady sexual pleasure.
He couldn't believe his luck, he'd figured on going to yet another
boring Fashion Party, getting a little buzz from some coke and going home
to have sex with Mary Jane, which was never a chore but nothing different
from any other night.
But now here he was, draped over the couch with a hot model grinding
her crotch onto his face while MJ rode his cock like a bucking bronco.
"That feels good," moaned Felicia as Harry's tongue worked it's
magic up into her dripping slit,"Do it, Harry! Eat me! EAT ME!"
"And fuck ME, Harry!" moaned Mary Jane, grabbing her own large
breasts and fondling them lewdly,"Fuck this dick of yours up into my cunt
and make me CUM!"
She spread her thighs wider to allow her cunt to slide further
down over the long, stiff prick penetrating her. At the sound of her
voice, Felicia lifted her legs up into a wide split, pressing her hands
into the couch on either side of Harry's head and, with amazing athleticism
she spun around on her arms before lowering her crotch back onto Harry's
face, his gaze now taken up entirely by her tight ass.
"Mary Jane," whispered Felicia, and leaned forward - clutching
onto the back of the couch for support - to catch one of MJ's breasts as
they bounced up and down on her chest as she fucked herself onto Harry's
cock.
Soon she was suckling on one of MJ's breasts, her lips and tongue
and teeth working wonders on Mary Jane's tits. The red-head hunched her
hips down hard, fucking herself deeply onto Harry's prick, her cunt gripping
firmly to the meat imbedded deep within her.
"Eat me, Eat me Harry!" moaned Felicia as she worked her tight
pussy down against Harry's mouth in reckless, lust-fueled abandon, loving
the feel of his mouth, teeth, tongue and nose rubbing and licking and
sucking and gripping onto her cunt,"Make me cum!"
"Fuck me, fuck me Harry!" groaned Mary Jane as she slammed her
pussy down onto his shaft, loving the mixed sensations of Harry fucking
her and Felicia suckling on her breasts,"Make me cum!"
Harry was in seventh heaven, his body on auto-pilot as his mind
was overcome with sexual pleasure. His hands gripped firmly to Felicia's
toned, athletic thighs, pulling her crotch firmly against his face to
allow his tongue to run and slide about inside of her pussy while his
hips lifted up and down again and again, thrusting his cock deep up into
MJ's cunt as she pounded down against him. His cock and his tongue were
working up into Mary Jane's and Felicia's respective cunts in an alternating
beat which was driving both women wild.
Despite the Playboy image which the tabloids had tried to saddle
him with, Harry had never had a threesome before, but he had risen quite
admirably to the task, working his tongue and cock independently to
each other into the cunts of the two beautiful women who were riding him,
bringing them both off as he felt his own orgasm rising. The taste, the
smell, the feel and the sight of Felicia's cunt working and grinding
against his face and mouth was enough in and of itself to push him over
the edge, but coupled with the feel of Mary Jane's fantastic body grinding
down onto his cock was more than enough to push him over the edge. His
crotch began to slam up harder and harder against Mary Jane's own, his cock
slamming in and out of her pussy over and over again as his tongue slammed
and squirmed about inside of Felicia's juicy fuckhole.
Mary Jane let out a long low moan of pleasure at the combination
of Harry's cock slamming into her cunt and Felicia feasting on her nipples
was pushing her over the edge. With a long moan she grabbed Felicia by
her chin and pulled her away from her breasts. She pulled Felicia's mouth
to her own and kissed the hot model passionately, sucking her tongue
deep into her mouth with all the old tricks she'd learnt back in High
School while sucking Flash Thompson's mouth or his cock. It was a fantastic
sensation that turned both women on, and it was all too much for Mary
Jane who started to cum roughly, crying out in pleasure as her cunt
gripped greedily onto Harry's cock and milked it hungrily, her juices
flooding out over his cock and past her cunt-lips, coating his crotch
and her own as she continued to slam herself up and down against him.
"Immmmm!" moaned Felicia, loving the feel of Mary Jane sucking
on her tongue, as well as Harry's talented tongue deep inside of her
pussy, and she came as well. Her juices ran over Harry's face and down
his chin as he sucked and scooped and swallowed as much of her cunt-cream
as he was able.
MJ released Felicia's tongue and pulled back with a slight whimper
of pleasure, loving the deep throbbing, pulsating ache of sated pleasure
in her groin. She continued to slowly grind her crotch back and forth
over Harry's lap as her hands tentatively reached up and cupped Felicia's
breasts, fondling them lightly as she and Felicia stared deeply into
each other's eyes.
Harry's tongue was swirling up and over Felicia's dripping snatch,
taking the last of her juices before he began to run it up and down over
her clitoris, flicking the tight little erect nub of pink pubic flesh
with the tip of his tongue.
She moaned happily and ground down against his face, gripping
the back of MJ's head, holding her mouth against one of her large breasts
as she suckled firmly on the other woman's tits.
Slowly MJ pulled herself up off of Harry's cock and settled
down beside him, while Felicia slid off of Harry's face and lowered
herself down to the couch on Harry's other side.
Once settled down their faces met over Harry's chest, the two
of them slowly, passionately kissing as they lightly stroked each other's
large breasts.
"Haha," laughed Harry, just from the sheer excitement of it all,
then ran his hands down each woman's flat stomach and between their
legs, sliding his fingers up into their hot, juicy cunts at the same time.
As Mary Jane and Felicia moaned into each other's mouths, Harry
began to finger their hot snatches, sliding his fingers in and out of
them, loving the sucking feel of their juicy cunts as their large breasts
pressed against his chest.
Felicia broke the kiss with Mary Jane and, with a grin, bent
her head down over Harry's cock and took his erection into her mouth,
gently sucking on his cock, enjoying the taste of Mary Jane's pussy-juices
on the long shaft of cock.
She ran her mouth up and down Harry's cock a few times, until she
was sure that she'd eaten all of Mary Jane's pussy-juices from his prick,
then she pulled her mouth away and looked up at Harry, watching as he
made out with Mary Jane.
When they broke the kiss Harry turned to grin at Felicia, and
she made her intentions clear.
"I want you to fuck me," she moaned up at Harry, an erotic sight
naked on her knees, gripping the base of his cock with one hand,"I want
your cock up my cunt and I want it now!"
"What do you say, love?" Harry asked Mary Jane, turning to grin
at her,"Should I fuck her?"
"I don't know...." teased Mary Jane,"What does she have to offer
me that would make me agree to let her fuck you?"
Felicia grinned, then lightly walked her fingers up Mary Jane's
thigh, making the red-head moan happily.
"I could eat you out," whispered Felicia to the
beautiful Supermodel,"I could slide my tongue up your cunt and suck
your pussy till you cream in my mouth."
"Sounds like a fair trade, darling," chuckled Harry.
"More than fair," agreed MJ with a grin, stroking Felicia's
hair,"It's a deal."
They stepped up off of the couch and moved into the center of
the room, Felicia getting down onto her back and lewdly spreading her
thighs. Mary Jane and Harry stood side by side, arms around each other's
waists as they took in the delicious sight of the beautiful, white haired
woman before them.
Mary Jane sauntered over to Felicia's side, Harry's eyes glued
to her tight, firm little ass as she stepped over the model's face, feet
on either side of the other woman's head before she began to lower herself
down until her pussy was resting just over Felicia's mouth.
Harry settled down onto his knees between Felicia's outspread
legs and gripped his cock in hand before lowering himself down over her,
positioning the head of his erect cock between her cunt-lips. Felicia
reached down and wrapped her hand around his, grasped his cock together
as they eased it between her juicy, wet cunt-lips.
With a long, low groan of pleasure Harry thrust forward and sunk
his cock balls-deep into Felicia Hardy's tight cunt, while at the same
time Mary Jane lowered her tight, dripping pussy down onto Felicia's
flushed, gaping face.
Felicia whimpered softly into MJ's pussy, then she slowly ran
her tongue up between MJ's cuntlips, making the red-head moan in passion
as, for the first time, another woman began to tongue her hot vagina.
Harry started slowly at first, working his cock in and out of
Felicia's cunt, but soon he was going all out, slamming in and out of her
pussy with reckless abandon. His eyes ran up her firm, sexy body, drinking
in her flat stomach and the swell and curves of he large, firm breasts,
and her smooth, sexy neck leading up to her beautiful face, which currently
had his girlfriend's pussy plastered against it. He could see her tongue
flicking in and out between MJ's pussylips, getting at the tasty cunt-cream
contained within.
It was, obviously, an incredibly erotic sight to be watching his
girlfriend getting eaten out by another hot and sexy woman whom he was
eagerly fucking.
He loved the feel of her hot, buttery cunt wrapped hungrily around
his cock. It was just like Mary Jane's pussy in that it was tight and
hot and juicy and sucking, but there was also something
undeniably different about it that he couldn't define but which he also
couldn't deny.
She fucked back against him eagerly, slamming her cunt up against
his crotch as she worked her tongue hungrily up into Mary Jane's pussy,
eating out the sexy red-head, causing her to moan and groan happily,
her tight ass clenching and gripping down as she ground her crotch over
and over Felicia's face, fondling her own breasts, arching her back and
letting out long, low moans of pleasure.
Harry was great at eating cunt, she'd never had any complaints
there, but Felicia was a woman and somehow she knew all the things that
a man could never know about pleasuring a woman orally. The way she
moved her tongue in and out between MJ's cunt-lips, knowing precisely
when to use broad, sweeping strokes and when to dart and flick the tip
in and out, when to wrap her lips around MJ's swollen clitoris and suckle
firmly, when to nibble lightly with her teeth, when to apply more pressure
and when to just grip onto Mary Jane's tight ass and just hang on for the
ride.
Harry pumped in and out of Felicia's tightly gripping cunt, pulling
her crotch back against his, dragging her curved ass along the expensive
rug which was the only thing covering the hardwood floor.
He could feel his orgasm building and knew he had to stop, he
had plans for his climax that were too good to pass up, but he could sense
that both Felicia and Mary Jane were approaching orgasms yet again and
didn't want to stop until they'd both cum again.
And so he continued to thrust deeply into her, changing the angle
of his strokes so that he could apply more pressure to her clitoris, making
her moan long and low in the back of her throat, gurgling with pleasure
as her mouth took in more and more of Mary Jane's juices.
"Oh.... oh! OhohohOH!" cried Mary Jane, throwing back her head
and gripping her large tits firmly, squeezing and kneading her nipples
with reckless abandon as Felicia's mouth, teeth and tongue did wonderful
things to her clitoris.
She slammed her crotch down firmly against Felicia's face and let
out a long, low keening noise as she felt another orgasm explode from
deep within her, her juices flooding over Felicia's face as she came and
came hard.
The hot, wet feel of MJ's juices exploding against her face and
mouth drove Felicia over as well. She slammed her cunt hard against
Harry's fucking cock, her pussy squeezing and milking hungrily at his cock
as she came, her juices spraying around his cock, running down over her
thighs and down between her ass-cheeks, running down her crack, a hot,
wet feeling that drove her wild. Her teeth clenched and she forced her
mouth hard against MJ's orgasming cunt, applying even more pressure and
driving the red-head wild with delight.
Finally, after much heavy breathing and moaning and low whimpers
of pleasure, Mary Jane rolled off of Felicia as Harry settled down over
her, enjoying the feel of her large breasts against his chest as he
clutched either side of her head and began to lick Mary Jane's juices
from her face.
Enjoying the lewd, taboo nature of the act, Mary Jane joined
him, sliding up to Felicia's face and licking her own cunt-cream from
the other woman's face, her and Harry taking turns to kiss and stroke
the face of the beautiful model.
Eventually they all sat up and Mary Jane and Felicia enjoyed
another long, long passionate kiss while Harry got up and moved into the
bedroom again.
He returned with some more cocaine, the last he had in this
apartment, and dropped down onto his knees beside them.
"Huh?" asked MJ.
Harry just grinned, then dropped a line down over Felicia's
breasts.
"Come on, MJ," he chuckled,"I've always wanted to see this."
Mary Jane grinned, then lowered herself down to Felicia's ample
breasts and snorted the cocaine up, feeling an instant resurgence of
her buzz, her head getting dizzy as the drug swept quickly throughout
her system. She chuckled giddily and then lowered her mouth down to
lightly suckle on one of Felicia's breasts.
After a few minutes of watching this, Harry separated them and
dumped the last of the coke onto the upward curves of Mary Jane's large
tits.
Felicia pulled herself up with a grin and cupped first one of
MJ's breast in hand, snorting up the coke that was running down to her
nipple before cupping the next and doing the same, getting the same buzz
off of the powder.
"Oh.... wow," moaned Felicia,"That's good shit."
"I love you, Harry," moaned Mary Jane, feeling an infinite,
endless sense of pleasure and love for Harry.
"I love you too, Harry," moaned Felicia, having only been introduced
to him on the limo ride over.
"You deserve something special Harry," moaned MJ,"What can we
do for you?"
Harry just grinned, then made his intentions clear by standing
up and presenting his erect, glistening with pussy-juices cock to them.
"Guess," he said.
The two women grinned at each other, then kissed again, parting
reluctantly before moving up on either side of Harry, eyes taking in
his long cock.
"Oh yeah," moaned Felicia, her voice a little nasal after all
the coke she'd sniffed,"That's my fucking pussy-cream on your cock,
baby."
"Oh man I want it," moaned Mary Jane,"Give me that cock, I want
it!"
"No!" moaned Felicia,"I want it!"
They leaned forward and grabbed a thigh with one hand a buttock
with the other before they both began to lick up and down Harry's prick.
Both hot models lightly fingers and squeezed his balls as they
lovingly licked and kissed his cock-shaft, tasting Felicia's pussy-juices
on his cock and loving it.
Felicia placed her lips around the cock-head and slowly ran her
mouth down his shaft, taking in over half of his long cock before she
began to contentedly nurse and suckle on him. Mary Jane watched, fingering
herself quietly and letting out progressively louder whimpers as she longed
to suck on Harry's cock as well.
Finally she'd had enough and pulled Felicia off of Harry's cock,
making the white haired model whine as Mary Jane's mouth replaced her own
on Harry's prick.
MJ was determined to go one better than Felicia and took almost
the full length of his cock inside of her mouth. Once she'd gotten used
to having him in her mouth she began to slowly bob up and down, running
her lips over his cock again and again.
After a few minutes of Mary Jane's slow suckling on Harry's cock,
Felicia pulled her away and replaced her, and after enjoying her oral
attentions for the next couple of minutes, Mary Jane went back to sucking
on his cock.
Soon they were alternating back and forth, taking him balls deep
into their mouths and sucking his cock with a vengeance, tickling his
balls with their fingers and driving him over the edge.
"Ahhh fuck, girls! GIRLS!" he gasped,"Pull back!"
The two girls, who had each been gripping his cock and licking
up and down the length, did as told and pulled back as he gripped his cock
in hand and began jacking off, feeling his orgasm building and building,
holding it back as long as possible to prolong the pleasure.
But eventually he had to crack, and moments later he was blasting
the two hot models with stream after stream of sperm, launching through
the air and landing on their faces, hitting their lips and into their
mouths and then, as the climax waned, arcing down onto their large,
firm breasts.
"Oh.... ooooh!" he gasped, and stumbled backwards, dropping onto
his ass on the couch.
Mary Jane and Felicia turned to look at their cum coated faces,
loving the erotic sight of having Harry's sperm running down
their beautiful, lusted after faces.
They kissed again, then took turns licking the sperm from each
other's faces, kissing to get it from their lips, then each taking turns
to lick and suck the sperm from their large, firm breasts.
"That was wonderful," moaned Mary Jane as they broke away for
the final time,"Just wonderful."
And the best thing was, she couldn't help but think, that this
was just a private moment, something that only the three of them would
ever know.
SUPERMODEL'S SEX SWING screamed the banner headline two days
later on The Daily Tattler, accompanied by small text mentioning the
name of the Supermodel, her boyfriend and the fact that they'd not only
taken, but been filmed and photographed indulging in illegal drugs.
Mary Jane was in a state of shock, the entire world seemed to
have gone quiet and she felt dead inside, no fear or anger or rage or
humiliation or self-pity warring in her head like the last time.
It just couldn't be real, she kept telling herself, there was
no way they could have gotten those photos, the photos which showed her
and Harry in clear detail, showed her snorting Cocaine from his chest
and Felicia's, making out with both of them and getting fucked and sucking
on both of them.
Harry was storming around the apartment, yelling into his mobile
phone over a conference call with his father and one of his team of
lawyers.
He was livid, furious at this blatant invasion of privacy, much
worse than what had happened previously when an anonymous photographer
had taken photos from across the next building.
This time someone had obviously gotten INTO his apartment, either
by sneaking in and taking photos or setting up electronic equipment to
do the equivalent, and no Constitutional Amendment over the rights of The
Press could cover that.
The trouble was a team of analysts working for his father had
all ready gone over the apartment with a fine tooth comb and discovered
absolutely nothing, so sign of anybody sneaking in, no sign of compromised
security or electronic tampering.
So how had they gotten the photos?
Mary Jane looked dully over the Tattler again, noting that all
of the crystal clear photos (even though their genitals and any penetration
were digitally censored, uncut versions had already appeared all over the
Internet) showed her and Harry in great detail yet somehow omitted Felicia's
face.
A sudden thought occurred to her and, with a growing sense of
urgency she thumbed through the edition of the tabloid rag, looking through
all of the photos.
It couldn't be a coincidence, in all of the photos she and Harry
were clearly identifiable, but Felicia's face was never shown and in many
cases her head was cut off entirely.
She scanned through the text of the article, finding numerous
references to her and Harry but not one single mention of Felicia's name.
In fact, close to the third paragraph of the article it was mentioned that
the third participant was a relatively unknown model.
"A relatively unknown model," she said quietly, yet it was enough
to stop Harry as he yelled into the phone.
"What?" he asked.
"It says a relatively unknown model," Mary Jane repeated,"Not an
unknown model, a relatively unknown model."
"So?"
"So that means they know it's Felicia, but they chose not to print
that information."
"Honey I.... I don't understand."
"Felicia TOOK THE FUCKING PHOTOS!" screamed Mary Jane, finally
releasing her pent up fury.
"Wha.. what?"
"She brought a fucking camera in here and took the photos herself!"
growled MJ,"She must have had some kind of small automatic camera set up
that FUCKING BITCH!"
She lept to her feet and stormed up to the door.
"MJ? Where are you going?"
"I'm going to find that bitch!" snapped Mary Jane over
her shoulder at the startled Harry,"And tear her a new asshole!"
"MJ!" cried a voice, which she ignored, storming determinedly
down the street. All ready she'd had several cat-calls from people
recognizing her, and she was in no mood for another.
"MJ!" the voice cried again, and again she ignored it.
"MJ! STOP RIGHT THE FUCK THERE!" screamed the voice in a fury,
startling her enough to stop and turn around.
It was Flash Thompson.
"Oh fuck, Flash I don't have time...." she started, but he cut her
off angrily.
"You better make the time," he snapped at her,"Because I know
you're going looking for Felicia, and I know where she is!"
"Wha... huh? how?" asked MJ.
"She is.... was my girlfriend," he growled,"Until I saw the
Tattler today that is."
"But Felicia wasn't...." started MJ.
"Yeah they didn't mention her name or show her face," growled
Flash,"But I know Felicia, I've seen her naked, I know every inch of her
skin and I know it was her with you and Harry."
"Flash I... I'm sorry," muttered Mary Jane, her own anger fading
as she saw the hurt rage in Flash's eyes, realizing that he was as much
of a victim in this as her and Harry, just not as public a one.
"Forget that shit," snapped Flash,"I just want to have a reckoning
with that little slut, and I figure you should get your two cents worth
in too."
"Oh.... okay," she stammered after a moment, and then she was
being dragged along behind Flash as he pulled her along by her wrist.
They rode up the elevator in silence, the top floor was set aside
today for a photo shoot that Felicia was involved in today. It had been
easy for them to get up, Flash was well known as Felicia's boyfriend and
Mary Jane was, of course, a Supermodel.
They stepped off the lift and found themselves in organized chaos
as assistants and photographers and wardrobe designers and make-up artists
and models rushed about.
Set in the center of the large room, photo screens set up all
about her, sitting on a swing dressed in a short white skirt with tiny
wings and a halo set up on her back and over her head. She was clutching
a harp in one hand and laundry detergent in the other, while crew members
were in the process of setting up large fluffy clouds to simulate heaven.
Several people stopped to stare as they recognized Mary Jane,
but she ignored them as she stormed into the center of the floor with
Flash at her side.
The floor had been chosen due to it's rather unique design,
utilizing glass totally to make up the walls and ceiling, allowing an
almost unrestricted view of the city around them. This made it perfect
to simulate heaven, but before MJ could even begin her tirade against
Felicia, all hell broke loose.
As the white haired beauty turned and spotted Flash and MJ,
several assistants let out panicked cries as they saw something fast
approaching them. Seconds later a loud smashing noise filled the floor
and glass shattered throughout the room, mercifully not seriously injuring
any of the nearby wardrobe artists.
Flash and Mary Jane turned shocked gazes about as the noise
registered, and before their shocked eyes they found themselves face to
face with a madman.
"FLASH THOMPSON!" roared The Hobgoblin, his hideous mask contorted
up in a cruel sneer,"Your time is now!"
"Wha... what the hell?" gasped Flash.
Hobgoblin lifted one hand and fired a bolt of energy from a
finger, hitting Flash squarely in the chest and knocking him several
feet back, crashing into a fake fluffy cloud and collapsing to the ground
with a groan.
"FLASH!" cried Felicia, and with amazing athleticism leaped down
to the ground, leaping forward and slamming a foot into The Hobgoblin's
side, startling the grotesque super-villain into stumbling off of his
Goblin Glider.
He lept back to his feet and fired another shot from his finger,
this time at Felicia, but she back-flipped easily out of the way, then
charged forward, spearing into The Hobgoblin and knocking him down before
she began to lay into him with her fists.
"What the fuck," muttered Mary Jane,"This is crazy..."
The Hobgoblin tossed Felicia aside like she was a small child,
but the model landed with a cat-like grace on all fours before drawing
herself up into a fighters stance.
"Well well," chuckled The Hobgoblin, staring at Felicia with
new respect,"Why didn't I see it before? The hair, the face, the body...
I know you, you're The Black Cat!"
Mary Jane gasped, realizing that it was true, at the same time
wondering how she could have missed such an obviously flimsy secret
identity. Felicia Hardy was The Black Cat, the sometime heroine whom
it was suspected was romantically involved with Spider-Man.
Felicia didn't reply, just warily moved towards cover as The
Hobgoblin eyed her with mocking contempt.
"So, here to protect your boyfriend, eh?" laughed Hobgoblin,"Tell
me, does Spider-Man know you're fucking him too? Or maybe you're doing
both of them? Like I saw in The Tattler this morning!"
Felicia erupted in a rage and lept forward towards Hobgoblin,
who leaped easily aside, leaving behind a smaller version of one of his
deadly pumpkin bombs.
MJ threw her arms up even as Felicia tried to wildly backtrack,
but when the bomb exploded The Black Cat was tossed across the room and
hard into a wall.
"First you!" laughed Hobgoblin, pointing with a cackle towards
Felicia's prostrate form,"Then your boyfriend, then the rest of these
pathetic peons until Spider-Man shows up and I kill him too!"
Mary Jane had remained standing in exactly the same
place throughout all of these bizarre events, and finally The Hobgoblin
noticed her.
"Who the hell are you," he growled, turning and stalking towards
her quivering form. His mask, which despite it's horrific visage conveyed
emotions remarkably well, softened as his eyes widened in recognition.
"Sure!" he laughed,"You're that tasty little bitch from the
Tattler this morning."
He cast his gaze up and down her body, then shook his head and
raised one fist high.
"Pity I have to kill you, darling, it's a shame to deprive the
world of such a great pair of tits.... I guess you were just in the wrong
place at the wrong time."
He prepared to strike her down, but before he could a thwipping
noise filled the air and a strange, gray cobweb like fluid wrapped around
Hobgoblin's fist and pulled the villain off of his feet.
"Now that's just not right, Hobby," admonished Spider-Man, crouched
unnaturally on the lip of the floor, framed by the broken glass of the
walls,"Didn't Momma Hobgoblin teach you not to hit girls?"
"BUFFOON!" roared Hobgoblin, blasting at Spider-Man with his
finger gun, which the web-swinger easily dodged, leaping into the room
and running along the glass walls as Hobgoblin blasted at him again
and again, smashing glass behind him.
Those crew and photographers who hadn't all ready fled were now
huddled together as far from the combatants as possible, but Mary Jane
remained standing where she was, watching Spider-Man fighting with The
Hobgoblin.
Spider-Man was obviously far more agile, but Hobgoblin had an
array of fearsome weaponry which he wasn't shy about using. Eventually,
however, Spider-Man caught up with him and smashed the villain to the
ground, slamming him with several powerful blows which had him dazed.
And then the elevator dinged.
The sudden noise distracted Spider-Man, allowing The Hobgoblin to
toss him way with a roar, igniting a pumpkin bomb and tossing it at
Spider-Man.
The Super-Hero lept aside with uncanny speed and grace, just as
the elevator door behind him opened.
"Wha...." started Harry Osborn in confusion, and then the Pumpkin
Bomb slammed into his chest and exploded.
"HARRY!!!" screamed Mary Jane in shock as fire and smoke burst
out of the lift.
Hobgoblin, knowing he was outclassed against both Spider-Man AND
The Black Cat, took the opportunity to make his escape, leaping onto his
Goblin Glider and speeding away through the many holes he'd made in
the walls.
Spider-Man dropped down beside Felicia's body in concern, then
scooped her up with one arm and fired a web-line with the other, swinging
out of the building and away, whether to chase Hobgoblin or get Felicia
medical attention it wasn't clear.
And Mary Jane stood staring at the burning, smoking elevator
with wide, trembling eyes.
The funeral was stark and bleak, the weather gray and overcast,
the mood more angry than grieving as the total futility of Harry's death
began to sink in.
Norman Osborn hadn't spoken to anyone since Harry had died, leaving
funeral arrangements to his Receptionist. Every day he got up and shaved
and groomed himself and dressed up in his expensive suits and walked
around giving everyone black looks, but he still didn't say a word.
He watched Harry's casket being lowered into the ground wordlessly,
furious that his son hadn't even been given the final dignity of an open
casket due to the severe damage done to him by The Hobgoblin's pumpkin
bomb.
When the funeral was finished the gathered people walked away
quietly, not saying a word to each other. As at Gwen's funeral, paparazzi
were not present thanks to Norman Osborn calling in enough favors to
fool the paparazzi into thinking the funeral wasn't on for a couple of
days.
Mary Jane turned and was surprised to see Peter Parker standing
in the slowly drizzling rain, dressed in a thick, dark over-coat much
like the one Harry had sometimes worn. She was surprised by how much
he resembled Harry, the same build and height and emotional eyes and
hair color.... it was kind of chilling.
"Peter?" she asked,"What are you doing here?"
"I thought maybe... maybe you could use a little support," he
offered quietly,"I know we never talked much in High School, but your
Aunt and my Aunt are close and I guess.... I guess I always figured I
could be your friend if you wanted me to."
Despite herself, Mary Jane couldn't help but feel touched by
his surprising innocence. Was it possible that Peter had harbored a
secret crush on her for all these years?
"Actually," she said with a slight smile,"The media have probably
got a roadblock set up outside my place... maybe I could spend a couple
of hours at your place?"
"Sure," he said with a grin,"As long as you don't mind one more
media type."
It took her a moment to remember that he was, and had been since
High School, a photographer for The Daily Bugle. Somehow she found his
concern refreshing, and she felt herself smiling again, something she'd
thought she'd never do again.
"I don't think The Daily Bugle counts as a tabloid rag, Peter."
"Good," chuckled Peter,"J Jonah Jameson wouldn't want to hear
that kind of talk!"
She chuckled and let him lead her away.
She never even asked herself how he knew when and where the
funeral would be.
She was surprised by his loft, which was a million miles away
from her idea of what his place would be like.
She'd imagined computers and model sets and toys and videos
and all manner of electronic gadgets. What she found was a very
sophisticated looking collection of photographic equipment, a tastefully
decorated apartment with modestly priced - but quality - furniture.
The natural light in the loft was remarkable, bathing everything
in a glow that lent a warm, somehow cosy atmosphere to the
spartan furnishings.
Another platform formed the second floor of the loft,
only accessible by a metallic spiral staircase over on one side of the
room. Instead of posters on his walls he had framed newspaper pages
with photos that he had taken, mainly of highlights of his career, almost
exclusively of Spider-Man.
There were also several awards placed up on the wall, praising
Peter for his skill as a talented Photo-Journalist, besides most of the
awards were framed newspaper pages of awards ceremonies where he had won
or placed highly.
"Peter, this place is.... wonderful," Mary Jane said at last,
after looking all about,"How can you afford it?"
"Abundance and no fear," he replied with a smile,"I get into
dangerous situations and take lots and lots of photos. Jolly Jonah Jameson
may be a lot of things, but he recognizes hard work and talent and he
rewards it."
"I'm glad for you, Peter," she said with a smile,"I always figured
you'd make it, I just thought you'd be a Nobel Laureate or a Computer
Software mogul or something!"
"Me too," he laughed,"I didn't envisage Photo-Journalism as a
possible career option, but I was a pretty messed up kid!"
He lept gracefully up onto the stairwell, turning and smiling
at her,"Do you want some tea? Coffee? It'll only take a minute to make."
"Coffee will be fine," she replied,"Milk, no sugar."
He quickly made his way up the stairs as she wandered around the
loft, looking over some more of the framed pictures.
She was a bit startled when she came across what she must have
known she would, the framed picture of Spider-Man carrying Gwen Stacy's
limp body towards two paramedics, his body bowed and head hanging low.
Peter had won several major awards for this picture, capturing
the fatigue and weariness in Spider-Man's frame, all of his power useless
against the finality of death's grim embrace.
"I hate that photo," he said, startling her into jumping up and
letting out a little yelp.
"I'm sorry," he gasped, setting aside the two coffees and nervously
approaching her,"I didn't mean to shock you."
"It's okay, I'm just startled," she replied, then looked back up
at the photo of her friend,"I hate it too."
"I had it framed because... well, I don't know why I had it framed,
maybe to remind me that no matter who you are, whether Super-Hero or
ordinary joe, rich or poor, black or white, man or woman, every day could
be your last, because in the end nobody escapes death."
"It's okay," she repeated,"You don't have to explain yourself to
me, Peter."
They settled down on the couch and she sipped the coffee he
handed to her. It had a slight bitter after-taste, but she wasn't too
concerned with that right now.
"I tried to separate myself from High School entirely after I
left," Peter continued, filling the uncomfortable silence that had settled
over them,"And for a year at least I succeeded, but I was still living
in the same place with Aunt May and being in the same neighborhood and
going to the same University as most everyone else in our school made it
hard."
"I remember seeing you a couple of years ago," she said with
a smile, not mentioning it had been at Gwen's funeral,"I was really
surprised to see you with Flash Thompson."
"He really got his shit together," Peter laughed,"Got off of the
drink and got into the community thing, really made a name for himself
again."
"Poor Flash," she said, remembering his hurt, pitiful rage at
Felicia's infidelity,"I really misjudged him, you know, I always thought
of him as just a dumb jock."
"Yeah," laughed Peter,"So why did you go out with him for so
long!"
"Because he was a dumb jock with a great body!" laughed Mary
Jane, not even thinking about how inappropriate a thing that was to say,
not only to Peter, but at this time when she was supposed to be mourning
her boyfriend.
Peter laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, something she
also didn't find inappropriate, even though it was.
"Oh man," she chuckled,"When I think of all the crap we went
through in High School, with our little social cliques and groups and
pecking orders, it was all so ridiculous."
"I know," said Peter,"Guys could be hopelessly in love with
girls and never be allowed to even talk to them because they were in
the wrong social grouping."
"Tell me about it," laughed MJ.
"I am," said Peter, and kissed her.
She was too surprised to resist at first, and then his gentle
tenderness seemed to speak to something inside of her. It felt right,
somehow, to be hear kissing Peter Parker, as if this was the way it was
supposed to....
"PETER!" she gasped, pulling away from him,"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU
THINK YOU'RE DOING!?!"
His eyes widened as if in shock, and then suddenly they were
narrowing into cruel slits that sent a chill throughout her entire system.
"Fucking stuck up bitch," Peter whispered angrily, then backhanded
her across the face, sending stars across her vision before she blacked
out.
When her eyes opened she was tied up in a chair in a dimly lit
room. Despite the blackness she had a sense that the room she was in was
huge, stretching out much further than the eye could see. The dim pool
of light she was in stretched out enough to reveal another chair, with
another figure tied to it.
Norman Osborn.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," he whispered, then
rolled back his head and groaned,"Although we might be leaving that land
rather soon."
"Norman? What the hell is going on?" she gasped.
"Peter Parker, that's whats going on," he replied,"Also known
as The Amazing Spider-Man."
"Huh?"
"Yes, unfortunately it's true, Peter Parker IS Spider-Man, I
discovered that only a few hours ago, the culmination of years
of investigations by the worlds top Detective Agencies."
"Peter is.... Spider-Man? But that's not possible!"
Even as she said it she had a memory of Peter clutching angrily
to Ned Leed's throat, lifting him bodily off of the ground with one hand
only. She also remembered his sudden rash of truancy's from school just
about the same time Spider-Man had appeared on the scene.
"So Peter is a Super-Hero?" she asked,"Then why is he doing
this?"
"Parker is hardly a Super-Hero, my dear," growled Norman,"Rather
he is a super-opportunist, a grand manipulator with an almost obsessively
clinically, insane mind."
"What?"
"What he means, darling," laughed a new voice, that of Peter
Parker's,"Is that I am both Super-hero and Super-Villain, although in
reality both are just useful tools at my disposal."
Peter stepped out of the shadows, dressed in his Spider-Man
costume, minus the mask. He grinned down at a shocked Mary Jane and
defiant Norman Osborn, then lifted and pulled over his face a mask.
The mask of The Green Goblin.
"No!" cried MJ as the full impact of this rocked her,"You killed
GWEN!"
"Of course I did," laughed The Goblin-Spider,"That stuck up bitch
lied to me about going to The Prom."
"The... the prom!" cried MJ,"You killed Gwen because she wouldn't
go to The Prom with you!"
"No nono!" snapped The Goblin-Spider angrily,"Not because she
wouldn't go! Because SHE LIED!"
"That's crazy!" gasped Mary Jane.
"He is a psychotic," agreed Norman Osborn,"I turned him down for
a job at my company back when you were in High School due to his history
of mental instability. He's an orphan, after all, and his Aunt molly
coddled him to the extent that he was more of a girl than a man, and unable
to reconcile his lust for women with his own gender identity."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" roared The Goblin-Spider, slapping Norman
roughly across the face, breaking his nose and chipping several teeth
with the ferocity of the blow,"YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU'RE NOT MY FATHER!"
"I should hope not," grunted Norman with a dark grin,"Your father
figure wears an ankle-length dress and has her hair in a bun."
The Goblin-Spider glared at him furiously, then threw back his
hand, meaning to literally smash Osborn's face in.
At the last second he stopped, visibly calming himself before
turning away.
"What now, Spider?" snapped Norman,"Your little plan has come
together nicely, you've made a nice living out of photographing yourself
fighting yourself, using trick photography in your darkroom to make it
look like Spider-Man and The Green Goblin are too different people, using
your powers to fool witnesses into thinking the same.... but to what
end, what is your purpose!?!"
He pulled the goblin mask off of his face and turned to grin at
Norman.
"You don't even care that Harry is dead, do you," he laughed,"You
can't stand there being someone better at manipulating things behind the
scenes than you."
"You're talented, I'll give you that," replied Osborn,"But for all
my faults I never killed anyone to get my way."
"What are you two talking about!" cried Mary Jane, at a emotional
edge after the shocking, contradictory experiences of the last
few days,"What plan!"
Peter grinned, then walked into the darkness before returning
with a small pile of photos. He tossed them down onto Mary Jane's lap,
and looking down it was clear what they were.
Pictures of her, naked and engaged in sexual acts with, of course,
Harry Osborn. She recognized the photos all right, they had been emblazoned
on her memory over two years ago when she'd first seen them.
"You took those photos for the Daily Tattler!" she gasped,"Why?"
"J Jonah Jameson is a skin-flint," chuckled Peter,"But The Tattler
plays fantastic money for celebrity scandals, especially if it involves
nudity."
He knelt down before her, grinning at what was to him an extremely
erotic sight. Mary Jane Watson, the object of his affections for so long,
all tied up and sweaty, helpless in his power.
"He also wanted to drive you into emotional vulnerability," added
Norman with disgust,"In the hopes that he could step in and make you his
own... it was the only pathetically human flaw in his otherwise clinical
plan."
"Actually my plan is anything but clinical," Peter replied, still
not taking his eyes off of Mary Jane,"You see I want it all, all the
pathetically human wants and needs. I want money, and fame and sex and
respect and power and, more than anything, I want to get the girl of my
dreams!
I achieved power following a twist of fate back in High-School,
which gave me the means to achieve fame as Spider-Man, which of course
got me the money, but I didn't have the respect of anyone outside of
foolish goons like Flash Thompson... I needed to make Spider-Man into
a hero..... and thus I hired a man to ransack my house, telling him it
was deserted, knowing that my Uncle Ben would be....."
"NOOOOOO!!!!" screamed Mary Jane,"NO PETER! I can't believe that
you had your own Uncle killed!"
"Believe it, Mary Jane," snapped Norman,"He cares about nothing
and no one but himself."
"That started me on the road to respect," Peter continued, as
if there had been no interuption,"But something was lacking, I needed a
foil to Spider-Man's heroism, a villain to make the hero more likable. It's
as true in real life as it is in the movies and on t.v, a hero is only a
hero because of a villain. Doctor Octopus and The Chameleon were hardly
going to strike fear into the hearts of the populace, I needed something
demonic and terrifying, a monster as if from the fairy-tales that I could
battle as the heroic Spider-Man."
He lifted the Goblin mask up in one hand, using his hand in it's
mouth to mime speech,"And thus was born The Green Goblin."
His voice was that of The Green Goblin, cracked and mad and scary,
nothing at all like Peter Parker's.
"It was a simple matter to fly over some part of Manhattan in
my Goblin Glider dropping bombs on buildings and people, then double back
before changing into Spider-Man and swinging after him. Then I'd find
some abandoned warehouse, smash it up a bit, throw around some webbing and
pumpkin bombs, then have The Goblin escape in plain view before again
sneaking back and giving chase as Spider-Man. My cameras would be set up
to capture everything and, once edited together, it looked like a real
battle had taken place."
"And Gwen?" asked Norman.
"Gwen refused to accept my advances yet again," snapped
Peter,"Even after I revealed I was Spider-Man to her she wasn't interested
in going out with me.... that stuck up BITCH!"
"So you killed her in a rage and then, in fear, staged an elaborate
battle with The Green Goblin atop The George Washington Bridge and used
her death to catapult your respective career's to higher and higher
plateaus."
"Not in fear, Osborn," laughed Parker,"It was an exhilarating
sense of freedom to kill her and not only get away with it, but to profit
from her death, just as I shall profit from the death of you and Mary
Jane."
"I see," growled Norman, then turned to face MJ,"You see, Mary
Jane, we are nothing but pawns to him, used to further his own needs."
"It didn't have to be that way, MJ," whispered Peter, gazing into
her eyes yet again,"If you had just agreed to be with me, like we were
meant to be, then none of this would have happened, Harry would still be
alive, I would have 'defeated' The Green Goblin and you could have been
the wife of The World's most celebrated Super-Hero."
"Forget it lover, you're too much man for her."
The Black Cat stepped out of the shadows, her mainly black costume
hiding almost all of her bodies in the darkness.
Peter and Felicia kissed, then Peter grinned at Norman and Mary
Jane.
"Take heart, die in the knowledge that you're going to help make
me the most beloved Super-Hero of all time."
For the first time Mary Jane realized that Felicia was holding
a canister of gas in one hand.
"So this is how I die," snapped Norman.
"Yes, Normie," laughed Peter,"The unfortunate victims of The
Green Goblin's last stand. I'll explain the full story to The Bugle
in my photos and eyewitness reports, telling of how The Green Goblin
captured the poor grieving Norman Osborn and Mary Jane Watson and took
them back to his lair, thinking to surpass his rival The Hobgoblin, but
he was tracked to his lair by Spider-Man who fought valiantly with the
aid of The Black Cat to attempt to save their lives. Sadly, The Goblin
in his madness unleashed the full force of his pumpkin bombs, killing
Osborn and Watson and leaving Spider-Man and The Black Cat injured,
weak but sympathetic heroes."
"Ahhh yes, The Hobgoblin," muttered Norman,"Another creation
of yours?"
"Unfortunately not," replied Peter,"The pathetic bastard came
across an old stash of my equipment and modified it for his own needs. I
could have killed him any number of times, but his rash disregard for
human life meant I could give The Green Goblin a rest for a while and
use him as my foil."
"You can't kill us, Peter," moaned Mary Jane,"This isn't you,
you don't do things like this."
"How would you know," snapped Peter angrily,'You don't know me,
you have no idea who I am!"
"That's not true," moaned Mary Jane, exhausted now, feeling her
mind and body threatening to shut down against the overwhelming flood
of new information and emotions being presented to her,"I do know you,
Peter, I do."
"Whatever," snapped Felicia, pouring the gas down around their
tables before disappearing into the shadows again,"Are you coming, lover?"
"In a moment," he called back, then grabbed Mary Jane by the sides
of her head and held her in place as he ran his tongue over her
beautiful features, making her groan in disgust,"I just had to get that
out of the way."
He fondled one large breast through her clothes for a moment,
then turned and left.
Less than thirty seconds later the room was lit up fully as
some pre-arranged circuit lit a spark, lighting the gas which had been
spread all about the room. They were in some kind of hidden level, most
likely beneath the ground, and Mary Jane could see barrels of explosives
and pumpkin bombs set up in each corner.
"This is it, Mary Jane," Norman said simply,"Our lives will be over
in a few minutes, and it's all Peter Parker's fault."
"We have to find a way out," moaned MJ,"There has to be a way out
of here."
"There is none!" snapped Norman as the flames sprang up higher,
the heat all ready oppressive against their skin,"Peter Parker has killed
us both! Say it!"
"What?"
"SAY IT!" he screamed at her,"SAY PETER PARKER HAS KILLED US BOTH!"
"Peter...." she started, and saw his eyes light up with almost
mad exaltation,"Peter Parker has killed us both."
"YESSSSSssssss..ssss...sss....ss.....s!!!" he hissed at her,"It
is all his fault! All of the problems in your life are a result of him,
Mary Jane! Everything has gone wrong because of Peter Parker, SAY IT!"
"Norman, we've got to find a way out...." she started, but he
roared at her, over-riding her.
"SAY IT, MARY JANE! ACCEPT IT! PETER PARKER IS THE REASON YOUR
LIFE IS SO TERRIBLE!"
"Pet.... Peter...."
"YES!" he hissed, fire burning madly in his eyes.
"Peter Parker is the reason my life is so terrible."
"YES!" he hissed,"YOU HATE HIM! YOU HATE PETER PARKER!"
"I ha.... I hate....."
"YES! YES! SAY IT!" roared Norman, and suddenly he was out of
his chair and before her, gripping her shoulders furiously,"SAY YOU HATE
PETER PARKER!"
"Peter Parker...." she moaned, feeling tired and exhausted and
knowing something was wrong but not what.
"YOU HATE HIM!" roared Norman,"HE KILLED GWEN STACY! YOUR BEST
FRIEND SINCE CHILDHOOD!"
"Gwen Stacy?" muttered Mary Jane, feeling herself getting more
and more tired,"Gwen Stacy?"
"Yes! GWEN! Your friend since childhood!" he cried,
almost desperate now as the flames burnt behind him, giving him a demonic
cast,"Peter killed her!"
"Peter killed Gwen," she muttered,"Gwen was my friend since
childhood."
"YESSSSSsss!" hissed Norman.
Suddenly Mary Jane's face shot up and she felt her fuzzy, blurred
head clear.
"Peter didn't meet Gwen Stacy until the first day of College."
"Wh... what!?!" gasped Norman, staggering back several feet into
the flames but showing no ill effect.
"Gwen and I didn't go to the same High School," whispered MJ,"And
she never went out with Harry! She was part of the hipster clique, her,
Harry and Peter..... they were just friends until Harry found Liz and she
and Peter got together.... none of this is real!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Norman,
clutching his head angrily.
"I LOVE PETER PARKER!" cried Mary Jane, a huge grin splitting
her lips as she remembered it all. Her marriage to Peter, living with
his Aunt May, moving out and finding a place, getting a job on a soap,
a brief modeling contract, then studies at Empire State University as
Peter attempted to juggle being Spider-Man and Peter Parker and being a
student all at the same time.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! no!" cried Norman, and suddenly Mary Jane was
stumbling out of her chair, which was no longer plain wood but a bizarre
technological pile, pulling the helmet off of her head as she dropped
to the cool surface of the floor.
Looking up in shock, she found herself facing her enemy and
remembered it all, including the bizarre wave of energy which had knocked
out all power in the city and most of the people, including herself until
she'd woken to find herself captured by a man she thought dead, the man
before her now.
Norman Osborn.
"You stupid stubborn bitch," he growled at her,"It was all going
perfectly, why did you have to ruin it!"
"You're dead!" she gasped,"You've been dead for years!"
"You'll be dead in a minute!" he growled, stomping forward towards
her with an arm raised high to strike her down and.... he was gone.
"What? Where is he?" Mary Jane asked, casting her gaze about.
"Back where he belongs," muttered a bored sounding voice,"The
moment of his death, where I stole him from, feeding his mind with false
memories for the purpose of preparing you."
Mary Jane turned and found herself facing an aristocratic looking
man with sharp, noble features and swept back hair, his eyes dark pools
which sparkled with a chilling glee.
This was all too much for her, her mind - force-fed years worth
of false memories and conflicting values and ideals, plus unfathomable
events and contradictory information - shut down and she collapsed into
his arms.
"Don't worry darling," he chuckled, hefting her up,"I'm about to
take you to a place where you won't have to think. Your husband is there,
along with a whole bunch of his, ahem, workmates, all enjoying each other's
company and more than willing to enjoy yours, would you like that?" (*)
"Not have to think?" she muttered,"Yes, I'd like that."
"Then let's go," he laughed, straightening her up.
"What about Norman?" she asked.
"Don't worry about him," the man laughed again, and MJ found
herself enjoying his laugh, enjoying company. There was something vaguely
erotic about him that spoke to something deep within her,"Right about now
he's getting his just deserts.
(*) See the climax to The Herald Of Armageddon - Dimitri M.
"You'll be dead in a minute!" Norman growled, stomping forward
towards Mary Jane with an arm raised high to strike her down and.... he
was smashed hard by a right hook from Spider-Man.
"And YOU--!" screamed Spider-Man, slamming the dazed Green Goblin
with yet another punch,"YOU--" a left smashed The Goblin in the
face,"TOOK--" a right smashed into his chin,"HER--" another left smashed
his nose, breaking it,"AWAY!"
The Goblin's head slammed against the back of the wall, dazing
him, stopping him from thinking clearly, Spider-Man smashed into him
again and again,"FILTHY--" a crate smashed as The Goblin was knocked back
through it,"WORM-EATING--" a left smashed into The Goblin's back and
drove him against the wall,"SCUM!"
The Goblin slumped to the ground, a pathetic figure who could
barely move, twitching in pain against the broken remnants of the crate,
lying atop another. Spider-Man stared down at his handi-work in horror,
the image finally penetrating his enraged mind.
"Good lord..." he whispered,"What in the name of heaven am I
doing?"
He turned around and clutched his head, dazed and confused, as
behind him The Green Goblin sat up and uselessly wiped his fright mask,
powerless to move the blood that covered the skin below.
"In another moment I might have killed him!" gasped Spider-Man
in shock,"I would have become like him.. a-a MURDERER!"
And as Spider-Man dropped back, disgusted with the violence
that nearly consumed him, he is unaware of the reappearance of old violence
in the deadly form of The Goblins remote-controlled flyer.
"On your feet, Goblin!" growled Spider-Man, not noticing the flyer
hovering into position behind him,"This is one time you're not escaping.
You're for jail, mister!"
"I'm afraid... I cannot.. permit that, my friend," gasped The
Goblin, gasping for breath, fighting past the pain,"I have... an
exceedingly pressing appointment... elsewhere."
"Forget it Goblin," growled Spider-Man, the flyer moving towards
him at top speed,"In case you haven't noticed, you don't have any choice."
"On the contrary, my ambitious foe," gasped The Goblin, desperate
to keep Spider-Man's attention on him for just a moment longer,"My choices
are unlimited, it is you who..."
"My Spider-Sense... it's tingling!" gasped Spider-Man, sensing
some danger approaching,"Something behind me!"
He dodged aside with the frightening speed he'd received when
bitten by that radioactive spider so long ago, the Goblin Glider zooming
past the spot he'd once inhabited and slamming full force into The Green
Goblin's chest, knocking him off his feet and flying him back several
feet, smashing him against the wall and holding him against it.
"YAAAAAAH!" he screamed, the last words and thoughts of Green
Goblin and Norman Osborn both, all memories of his brief trip forward
in time long gone as he met his true fate.
And so do the proud men die, crucified not on a cross of gold, but
on a stake of humble tin.
End Spider-Man : Manipulations.
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