SpiderMan Porn Story: Lost days

Peter’s head was pounding, and not in the “Ow, I have a migraine” kind of way. It was more like the kind of headache you had after going twelve rounds with the Hulk, and to top it off he was soaking wet and had no idea why. As he slowly opened his eyes he found himself laying in a large puddle of water as gray clouds above him unleashed their full watery fury onto him. Confused, he looked around and saw he was on top of the roof a skyscraper in the middle downtown New York, and in full costume.

*Hi. My name is Peter Parker, but you probably know me better as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Fish…* Peter monologued inside his head as he slowly got to his feet. *Wait, wait. That’s not right. Let me try again…*

Peter moved to the edge of the building to get his bearings and crouched down, feeling a little weak in the knees from the pain shooting through his head. *Hi. My name is Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and I just made a deal with the devil… There that’s much better.* He monologued sarcastically as he began to remember bits and pieces of what had happened to him.

His Aunt May had been shot and was literally on her deathbed, and no matter what MJ or anyone else told him, Peter knew it had been his fault. Something he couldn’t live with and as a result he went to every super-genius, doctor, mystic, and mad scientists he knew, both good and evil, in an attempt to save her life. But the answer had been the same every time, and his Aunt May seemed doomed to die from a bullet intended for him.

That’s when Mephisto had come to him with a bargain. He offered a second chance at life for Aunt May and the knowledge of his unmasking and secret identity erased from the minds of the entire world in exchange for… *In exchange for what?* He thought to himself as his mind drew a blank. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t remember the details of the bargain, only that he and MJ had made it.

Feeling his strength starting to return to him he decided not to waste anymore time on some random rooftop and dove off the building to go check on his aunt. Instincts and muscle memory kicked in as he aimed the inside of his wrist for the nearest building and closed his middle and ring finger into his palm.

“Click… Thwip…” Peter heard come from his wrist as webbing shot out to the building.

*Click? There has been a click before the thwip since…* While in mid swing Peter quickly grabbed the sleeve if his costume and pulled it down.

“Since I had web-shooters…” He sighed as he stared in disbelief at the metal web-shooter band around his wrist. *Looks like its back to making web fluid, but if that’s all it takes to make Aunt May safe and Mephisto happy, I can live with it.* Peter thought as he swung from building to building toward his aunt’s house, but in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but wonder what else Mephisto had taken from him.

It took some time to get there, but he immediately felt better as he neared the house and saw that the living-room lights were on. Still unsure of what to expect he landed on the street lamp across from the house and strained his eyes to see through the downpour of rain and into the window. Then just as he was about to move closer to get a better look he saw his aunt walk into the room with a man he didn’t recognize.

For a moment he didn’t know what to think, but then as he saw her smile and laugh at something the man said he felt a tremendous weight lifted off his shoulders and chest.

“She’s alive. She’s alive, safe, and happy.” Peter whispered to himself in relief. It took all his self restraint to keep from busting through the door and taking the woman into his arms, but with no change of clothes and no good excuse for being dressed as Spider-Man he knew it was a bad idea. Instead he contented himself with sitting and watching her for almost an hour. He didn’t know who the man was and that bothered him slightly, but for now he was content with the fact that he seemed to make her happy.

Satisfied that Mephisto had kept the most important part of their deal Peter decided he had better get home to check on MJ.

By the time he reached the window to his apartment it was close to midnight and he could see MJ was already asleep in bed, which was disappointing since he wanted to share the good news, but after everything they had been through he knew she needed the rest. For the most part he was just happy she was there in the first place. A part of him had expected her to be gone completely as he figured taking MJ away from him was probably the worst thing Mephisto could have done to him, but that wasn’t the case and all he wanted now was to crawl into bed.

He very carefully opened the window, making as little noise as possible and slipped into the room. After quietly sneaking into the bathroom he stripped off his drenched costume, dumped it into the sink, and happily dried himself off with a towel. Exhausted and not wanting to wake MJ, he didn’t bother with a shower or searching for his pajamas in the dark, and just slipped into bed naked.

He curled up against MJ’s back, spooning her lithe body. She was wearing nothing but one of her sexy sets of black silk panties and bra. Even after all these years he was amazed at how easily she could turn him on without even having to do anything as he lightly pressed his groin against her shapely ass.

“Mmm… Your home…” MJ muttered in her, I’m not really awake, voice.

“Everything’s okay now. Go back to sleep.” Peter whispered very quietly into her ear as she pushed her rear more firmly against his groin, causing him to grow even harder than he already was.

They laid there silent for a long moment, subtly grinding against each other until Peter felt MJ reach behind her and to his surprise grab his manhood. It used to be pretty common for him to get home ridiculously late and have MJ initiate a late night sexual encounter while still half asleep, but with all the chaos and running around it had been a long while since either of them had the energy to make love rather than sleep.

Peter was happy to get things back to normal though as he moved his free hand over her slim waist and up to her large breasts. He cupped one of her breasts and gently began squeezing it, enjoying the feel of the silk bra over her soft globe. At the same time MJ slowly stroked his shaft with her hand and Peter could tell she wasn’t really awake yet since her strokes were a little clumsy, but it still felt great to have her fingers wrapped around his shaft.

This only lasted a few seconds though, and before Peter knew it she was pulling her panties to the side and guiding his manhood to her moist pussy. He was surprised that MJ was ready so quickly. She had usually preferred a lot more foreplay, and even laying on their sides like they were now, he had never known her to want to be taken from behind, but as he felt the tip of his cock budding up against the lips of pussy he simply chalked it up to her being just as horny as he was.

With an easy push Peter felt the head of his cock slip past her entrance and was instantly surrounded in the warmth of MJ’s pussy. After months of not having time for sex he had half expected her to be tighter than usual, but he was easily able to fully penetrate her and immediately began thrusting in and out of her warm, velvety womanhood. After a few thrusts Peter was already breathing hard from the smooth embrace around his shaft as he glided in and out of her, and heard her beginning to moan in response.

At the same time he ran his hands over her supple breasts, caressing and squeezing them, but then MJ grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips. As he continued thrusting into her, she seductively ran her tongue along his index and middle fingers, and then took them into her mouth. It was something she had never done before, but as she gently sucked on and worked her tongue around the fingers Peter had to admit it felt surprisingly good and was turning him on even more, as if she were giving head to his fingers.

He began thrusting harder and faster, and could feel MJ bucking her hips back into him with each thrust, which felt amazing as his shaft grinded against the walls of pussy with the added force. He continued driving into her until they were both glistening with sweat, and then MJ pulled his fingers from her mouth and began passionately moaning.

Peter felt her pussy growing tighter as her muscles contracted and then a few short seconds later her pussy really clamped down and she let out a tremendous moan as she orgasmed. With MJ crying out so energetically and the sudden squeezing sensation around his shaft in contrast to how smooth she had been seconds ago was more than enough to push Peter over the edge, and he quickly felt a phenomenal rush of pleasure as he released all his pent up cum in one powerful orgasm.

But as the orgasm passed for Peter, MJ continued lewdly bucking her hips into him, grinding his penis into her.

“Oh god, Harry, don’t stop!” MJ moaned out and Peter instantly froze. “You can switch to my ass if you want, just don’t stop!” She continued, and Peter’s mind began to race.

He couldn’t come to grips with what he was hearing. He couldn’t understand why she would call out Harry’s name, she was his wife, and further more she never did anal sex. She had told him the idea of it disgusted her, but none the less here she was calling him Harry and telling him to switch to her ass.

“God Harry, whats wrong? You never turn down a chance to fuck my ass…” MJ said inquisitively as Peter remained motionless, and then she turned around.

For half a second they both remained completely still as they stared at each others faces, with Peter’s cock still inside her. Then suddenly she let out a terrible scream, and Peter instantly pulled out of her and reeled away.

“What’s wrong! And why have you been calling me Harry!?” Peter yelled, not knowing whether to feel confused, angry, or apologetic.

“What’s wrong!?” MJ yelled frantically. “What the hells wrong with you Peter!? I thought you were my husband!” MJ screamed.

Peter’s head was now buzzing. “Your… your husband?” He stammered.

MJ stormed up to him and shoved her left hand into his face. “Yeah! Y’know, Harry Osborn. My husband. As in Mrs. Mary Jane Osborn. How could you do this Peter? We were over a long time ago, and Harry’s your best friend for God’s sake.”

Peter took a step back away from her as he focused on the ring on her finger. It should have been a simple gold band with a small diamond. It had been all he could afford at the time, but instead the ring on her finger was platinum with several diamonds circled around one rather large diamond. Definitely not the ring he had given to her.

“I… I don’t know whats…” He began to stammer, but found he didn’t have the energy to really talk.

“What’s wrong with you Peter? You can’t just up and disappear for a year and then come back and trick me into sleeping with you.” MJ said, now growing slightly calmer as she walked over to her closet and grabbed a robe to cover herself with and turned on the bedroom’s light.

“A year?” Peter said raising a hand to his head to try and make the buzzing stop.

“Yeah. We’ve all been worried, and your poor Aunt May thinks you’ve been kidnapped by Skrulls…” MJ gave him a sharp look and took a cautious step away from him. “Your not a Skrull are you?”

For an instant Peter wondered if he was. If his whole life had all been some sick Skrull delusion programmed into him with mistakes, like how he was supposed to be married to MJ, but then it clicked. Mephisto had taken MJ away from him, he realized. He had taken her away from him, brought Harry back, and gave her to him. Something far worse and tormenting than had he simply made her disappear from his life.

“No. I’m not a Skrull.” Peter said, now hanging his head miserably. “I… I just missed the way we used to be.” He said as his heart broke.

MJ let out a frustrated sigh. “That’s no excuse Peter…” She said angrily and then paused in thought. “I won’t tell Harry about this. I don’t think he’d ever forgive either of us, but you have to leave right now. He’s supposed to be getting back from his business trip anytime now, which is why I thought you were him. So where’s your suit?”

Had Peter not been numb from the pain in his chest he would have been angry. His identity was supposed to be a secret to the whole world, but it somehow made sense that Mephisto would let MJ still know.

“Does Harry know I’m Spider-Man?” Peter asked coldly.

“Of course not. He would kill you, or at least try. As far as I know I’m the only one that knows.” MJ answered snidely, and then they both suddenly heard the door to the apartment open and close. “Damn it, he’s home. Where’s your suit?” She asked, now agitated.

Peter pointed to the bathroom, but found he couldn’t bring himself to move. MJ ran into the bathroom and a split second later came out with his suit. She shoved it into his arms, and then began pushing him toward the window.

“C’mon, damn it. Get out.” She said venomously as she opened the window.

Peter slowly climbed out the window and moved off to the side of it, out of view from the room, just as MJ slammed it shut. Clinging to the wall he slowly started putting his clothes back on just as he heard the bedroom door open.

“Welcome home, tiger.” Peter heard MJ say.

“Hey there babe. Your looking damn sexy…” Harry began to say in response.

Not wanting to hear any more or imagine what was about to happen, Peter quickly put on the last bits of his suit and immediately leaped to the adjacent roof top. He looked back just long enough to see MJ with her robe off, passionately kissing Harry. He quickly turned back around and broke out into a dead sprint across the roof, and when he reached the end he leaped to the next building and then the next and next.

He ran as far and as fast as he could away from MJ and the life he remembered until he was to exhausted to run any further and dropped to his knees.

“MEPHISTO!” He screamed out at the top of his lungs in anger and despair before collapsing completely.

He laid there for a long moment breathing heavily as he came to terms with what had happened. This was the sacrifice he had agreed to in order to save Aunt May’s life, and he knew he had to move on, but it just wasn’t that easy. The life he remembered was gone, and what was he supposed to do without a life?

“Spider-Man? Is that you?”

Peter sharply turned toward the familiar voice and saw a woman that he would have sworn was Ms. Marvel standing in the doorway to the roof access.