1. Months Later
She sent him a text. Nothing flashy. Just a few simple words.
Peter's with the Avengers. He'll be busy for a while.
It was an invitation. One that a red-blooded young man like Miles couldn't refuse. So the webslinger came swinging by the Parker apartment. It was routine at this point, a tradition for the two of them that had been going on for months now. A tradition that Miles was more than willing to continue for as long as MJ wanted. And boy did she want it.
Mary Jane Watson, red-headed bombshell, was more than happy to play the role of a loving, supportive girlfriend. But when Spider-Man was out fighting crime and doing his hero thing... She flipped a switch. That's when things heated up. For Miles at least.
It all started on their anniversary. Peter and MJ's. But Spider-Man went off to fight alongside the Fantastic Four. Skipped out on his girl to go play hero. MJ didn't appreciate that. So she had Miles fill in for her absent boyfriend. And she quickly discovered the young hero was more than equipped to "fill in". It was a most fortunate turn of events for the former model. Miles Morales had a massive black cock. And better yet, he knew how to use it.
So MJ made a night out of it. She sucked his cock. She rode his cock. She got pinned to the bed and got fucked by his cock. She even shared his cock with her secret special guest: Black Cat.
Miles smirked at the memory, landing gracefully on the apartment balcony. He fucked both of them, Mary Jane Watson and the Black Cat. Not even Peter could pull that off, MJ told him. His cock twitched in his pants, straining against the tight material of his suit.
He remembered both women on their knees, sucking him off like he was their god and his dick would give them eternal life. He remembered the ladies passing his hard shaft between them, getting sucked by Black Cat then by MJ then by Cat again. He remembered MJ deep-throating his prick while Black Cat sucked his balls. He remembered fucking Mary Jane Watson's perfect white woman ass. He remembered slamming his cock deep and filling her ass with hot cum. And he remembered what she said the next morning, MJ dubbing him "The Superior Spider-Man".
It was a night worth remembering... and keeping a secret. Hell, Miles would even endure Pete side-lining him until the end of time if it meant getting to fuck his girlfriend on the regular. Peter got to be the big hero... but Miles got something better.
The young hero strode into the apartment living room with a confident swagger, casually removing the top of his suit and tossing it onto the recliner. He'd been inside their apartment enough times now that it may as well have been a second home - and he'd been inside MJ enough times now that she may as well have been his girlfriend and not Peter's.
And speaking of MJ...
"Hey tiger..." She purred, slinking into the living room with ravenous eyes. Her tongue snaked out across full, ruby-red lips. "I've been waiting for you."
She had gotten dolled up for him, the saucy little cocktease. Her long legs were bare, going all the way up. Wrapped snug around her wide, feminine hips were a pair of daisy-dukes, the button undone and zipper pulled down just enough for him to see that she was in fact wearing no panties. Her healthy, trim belly - with the delicious hint of a womanly swell - made the young man's mouth water. And up higher sat her proud, full breasts, so soft and large as they were. They were criminally stuffed into a tight, white sleeveless shirt. She wore no bra, either: her hard nipples were visible through the fabric. And if that wasn't enough, the enticing sway of her ample bust was a dead giveaway. Her wild red hair fell across her shoulders and back in sensuous waves, framing her soft, beautiful face. The lustful eyes, the small nose, the rosy cheeks, the ruby lips... MJ did a little spin for him, letting him see that her daisy-dukes covered little of her perfect pale ass. She smirked kittenishly at him, saying "Like my outfit? Picked it out this morning. Just for you."
He didn't bother hiding his increasingly hard cock, the massive length visibly straining against his pants now. Miles strode forth with one purpose: fuck this hot little slut.
Her outfit didn't last long. It may have been just as well if she had been waiting for him naked. But then again, half of the fun of their dalliances were the outfits she put on, the sexy little things she would buy and wear for Miles, not Peter. It was almost like proof. Proof that Miles was indeed the Superior Spider-Man. She never wore these things for Peter.
There were things she did with Miles she never did with Peter. Like getting fucked in the ass. Miles was the first man to take MJ in the ass. She said so herself. The only man to cum in her ass. Deep in her ass. Her perfect ass.
The perfect ass that was bouncing on his cock. The perfect pale swells of her buttocks, flushed pink with passion, desire, lust, jiggled deliciously, slapping against the dark muscles of his thighs as she rode him. She rode him fucking hard. Miles was seated on the living room couch, naked. MJ was equally naked, her back facing him as she rode him wildly, sinking down onto his long, thick prick again and again and again.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the sound of his grunts, the sound of her moans... her lovely moans... It was like music.
"Fuck yeah... fuck yeah... fucking fill my tight pussy... fucking... fucker!" MJ seemed to almost be in a trance, lost to the sensation of Miles' enormous cock pounding deep into her tight cunt. She rocked her hips, drawing a grunt from the young hero beneath her. Miles lived for nights like this, when MJ got wild. She was so tight around his cock it was unbearable, so maddeningly sweet and wet around his dick that Miles almost shot off early.
He gripped her by the hips and guided her down onto his cock, keeping pace. It was a beautiful sight: Her pale, jiggling ass slapping against his black skin, his big black cock sliding deep into her wet, pink pussy. Ten inches of thick black cock sinking into Peter Parker's model girlfriend. Making her moan. Making her squeal. Making her scream his name.
Making her scream "Miles". Not "Peter".
"Fuck yeah, MJ!" Miles hissed through clenched teeth, hands travelling up the redhead's body to grab her tits, her big beautiful tits. "Ride that fucking dick!"
"So fucking good..." MJ answered, leaning back into his body. Miles wrapped his strong arms around her as she rocked against him, undulating her hips with his cock stuffed deep insider. She was so fucking wet, dripping down over his balls, and so tight around him. The heat of her body, the feeling of her wet cunt, her hair in his face, tits resting against his arms around her belly... Miles fought hard not to cum. "So fucking big! So big in my pussy! Oh fuck, Miles!"
