Not Exactly MJ (Peter Parker/Jean Grey Commission)

Peter swung through the streets of Queens. As always he kept his eyes and his Peter Tingle peeled and sharp.

It was a routine patrol like any other. In fact, today had been pretty quiet. As he swung between two buildings, Peter noticed a man with a baseball cap pulled down to shield his face loitering inside an alleyway. The man didn’t even notice as Peter stuck himself to the wall near the top of the alley, silently observing.

Maybe the guy just had a strange sense of fashion. Peter wasn’t the type of superhero to assume or stereotype. Still, it never hurt to check things out.

Less than a minute later a teenaged girl walked past the alley. The man jumped forward and pressed something against her side.

Peter could hear his voice: “Give me everything in your pockets.”

The girl didn’t panic at all. She didn't have much time to, either. 

Seconds after the mugger initiated the robbery he was covered in webbing and glued to the sidewalk. The knife that had been in his hand skidded along the sidewalk harmlessly.

Peter descended the alley upside down on a spiderweb. 

“Change of plans! Feel free to keep what's in your pockets exactly where it is, ma’am!”

The girl raised her eyebrows. Peter didn’t notice from the top of the alley… but she was super pretty. Like, supermodel or actress levels of pretty. She had bright red hair and green eyes that felt as if they were looking through Peter’s mask, or maybe even through his head.

“Thank you!” she said. Even her voice was pretty. “You’re Spider-Man! You wouldn’t know this, but I’m such a big fan. My name’s Jean. Jean Grey.”

“Oh, it’s, uh, it’s nice to meet you, Jean!” Peter said. He was a little bit tongue tied by her beauty, which wasn’t like him, but Jean was just that pretty. 

“Thank you,” Jean said brightly.

Peter cocked his head upside down. “Did I say that out loud? Oops!”

How embarrassing.

“It’s not embarrassing,” Jean said. “You didn’t say it out loud. I just heard you anyway.”

“Sorry… what?” Peter said.

“Hmmm. It would be faster to show you,” Jean said.

She touched her temple with two fingers. All of a sudden, her thoughts were inside of Peter’s head.

He could see where she lived, how she went to school near here, and the fact that she idolized Spider-Man… Him. Suddenly during high school, Jean experienced a change that altered her life. She was something called a mutant and her powers appeared overnight. Suddenly she could hear everything that happened inside the heads of everyone around her. She could share her own thoughts the way she was doing right now. It was likely that she could do even more incredible things, but she hadn’t pushed the limits of her powers yet.

Toward the end of the mental barrage Peter got a taste of something completely different. He felt the urge to start masturbating right there, which he thankfully resisted. The urge stemmed from a profound and deep sense of horniness. Just like the rest of the things he had felt, it had come from Jean.

“You noticed?” Jean said shyly. “Peter, I’m REALLY happy I ran into you. I actually… always hoped this would happen one day.”

Without saying anything out loud, Jean gave Peter consent to do absolutely anything he wanted to her. Peter’s dick bulged his suit. He couldn’t even feel upset that his identity had been revealed.

Jean telepathically sent her exact address to him. Seconds later the two of them were swinging through the city as Peter scooped her up and whisked her toward the privacy of her apartment.

LINE BREAK

“Gluck!” “Gluck!” “Gluck!”

Jean obediently sucked Peter off without saying a word. As soon as they entered her apartment via the window the two of them had been kissing and groping each other’s bodies. Peter’s mask was thrown off and the sleeves of Jean’s had been dress slipped off her shoulders.

They were in her bedroom right now, Jean on her knees in front of Peter. Her dress was down around her waist and her bra had been hurled aside. She had perky breasts that were not enormous but big. She had bright pink nipples that Peter swore, before he left this room, he was going to get his teeth on at least once.

“Gluck!” “GluCK!” “GLUCK!”

Jean’s throating of Peter’s shaft got louder. She pushed her head down further. Her voice spoke inside Peter’s mind.

“Do you like my throat?” she asked as tears streamed out of her eyes. “Do you like feeling me choke on you? You’re SO big, Peter. I can’t even breathe right now.”

Peter could hear her telepathically giggling. Being talked dirty to WHILE the girl was sucking you off was awakening a kink for something he never expected would be possible. Peter got turned on and grabbed her head.

“Go on! Fuck my face,” Jean urged him.

“GACK!” “GACK!” “GACK!”

Peter stuck his hands to the back of her head as if she was an alley wall. His super strength meant that he had to be careful not to go too hard just to keep from hurting Jean.

He was probably hurting her a little right now, but it was worth it.

“So worth it,” Jean said telepathically. “You're a hero, Peter. If you want my throat, claim it as your reward.”

“You’re the best!” Peter yelled, cumming in her slutty little mouth.

Jean’s eyes were watering. As she swallowed his load, she commented like a food critic:

“Tasty. Bitter. Smooth. WARM. Peter… you’re delicious.”

Peter was breathing hard. He ripped off the top half of his suit and pushed his pants down (they had been shoved to his thighs so that Jean could suck him off, but now he got nude).

Jean excitedly stood up and let her dress fall. Her body was pale with an hourglass figure and her panties didn’t cover much. But they were still in the way. Peter grabbed them and broke them.

He’d be embarrassed about that later, but right now Jean didn’t care about the permanent loss of her underwear. She was just turned on.

“Ravish me, Peter!” she said, speaking normally this time.

Peter grabbed her ass and lifted her up. He fulfilled his promise to himself by biting her bright nipples. Simultaneously, he thrusted his dick inside of her.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! Heroes are DIFFERENT!” Jean started to scream.

Peter wasn’t even doing that much yet, but he was very well endowed and even taking it easy by his standards was still going exceptionally fast. He gripped the smooth flesh of her ass and squeezed it. Jean was incredibly soft. His teeth dug into her boobs. Not satisfied with the position, he carried her to the wall.

Jean’s back hit the wall right in the corner. Peter started to fuck her harder and she reacted by sticking her arms in the air and extending her legs past his hips. Peter shot webs at her wrists, gluing her in the corner with her arms above her head. Trapped like this, Peter was able to fuck her without her body moving away. He bit her breasts harder. Jean’s pussy was turning into a gushy mess.

“The best! You’re the best! It’s SO much better than I imagined!” Jean said.

She proved it, too: Jean projected every single masturbation session to Spider-Man that she’d ever had directly into Peter’s head. He saw every single dirty, demeaning, and devious fantasy she had envisioned. He also felt, without any room for doubt, the pleasure that Jean was feeling and how much she loved what he was doing to her. It really was beyond her expectations.

Peter left her breasts alone for a second and moved to her neck. He bit her neck hard and left big splotchy marks on it. It was totally noticeable, to the point that Jean would be asked about it and have to explain it.

It was an idea from one of the fantasies Jean had transmitted to him. She dreamed of being marked by Spider-Man, branded as his bitch. Jean knew exactly what Peter had done and it made her orgasm all over his dick. Peter kept fucking her.

He contorted into a position no one else would be able to do: He stuck his feet to the wall on both sides of Jean’s hips, grabbed her waist, and slammed his dick into her while she was folded halfway into a ball. Pussy fluids sprayed out of her crotch every time he shoved his dick into her. They were making a mess all over the carpet and on the wall underneath their bodies. Peter moved his hand from her waist to her boobs and pinched them.

Peter pulled on her boobs and stretched them out, the stinging making Jean shriek. Peter wondered if she was going to go around and wipe her neighbors memory of tonight; there was no way that her slutty screaming wasn’t penetrating the apartment walls. They could probably hear Peter’s thrusts smacking her thighs and jiggling her ass, too.

“I would never do that,” Jean transmitted telepathically, since her mouth was busy moaning. “I WANT them to hear this. I need them to remember it. I don’t care if it’s embarrassing; even if they don’t know everything, I want them to be aware that Spider-Man did this to me. Fuck me, Peter. Cum in me. Knock me up.”

Her thought transmission became a psionic command. Peter was a pretty mentally strong dude who could resist a lot of things like that, but in this case, the command was telling him to do something he wanted to do anyway. There was no avoiding what came next.

Peter pulled both Jean’s nipples at once, stared into her eyes, and dumped a military grade quantity of cum directly into her womb.

“Guhhhhhhhhhh!” Jean said, excessive pleasure turning her into a zombie. 

She squirted while he came, their manly and womanly juices mixing together in her guts. They caught their breath for a second.

“That was amaz—ING!” Jean said.

She exclaimed at the end as Peter tore her away from the wall and dragged her to the floor. He mating pressed her for another half an hour, her toes pointing at the ceiling, until he creampied her a second time. 

After that they fucked with Jean on her knees and Peter pulling her fiery red hair. He left spank marks on her ass. Jean moaned after each one.

The action wasn’t limited to the floor. Peter fucked her on walls, mating pressed her on the ceiling with semen dripping out of her onto the floor, and even fucked her with her face pressed to the window and her boobs pushed flat. If a pedestrian had looked up at the right angle at the right time, they would’ve seen a bombshell redhead with her boobs shoved into the glass licking the pane from excessive pleasure.

Finally, hours later, Peter and Jean lay on her bed on top of ruined sheets. Jean was sleeping on Peter’s arm while he panted. He was having trouble making his eyes focus because he’d just expunged so many bodily fluids. 

Still, his eyes didn’t have to be seeing perfectly in order to notice sunlight streaming in the room’s only window.

“Shit!” Peter said.

He scrambled up and pulled his suit on as fast as possible. His shirt was on at an angle and his mask was only pulled down to his chin when he climbed onto the ledge of the window.

Jean sat up and rubbed her eyes, asking: “Are you leaving already?”

“I have to go!” Peter said. “You were amazing! I loved it! But Aunt May is going to KILL ME!”

Jean waved as Peter hurled himself out of the window, swinging rapidly back toward his home.

He made record time… which didn’t fix the fact that he had been out all night. He slipped in through the window and tore his suit off as fast as he could. He realized that he had left his underwear on Jean’s floor in his hurry to get home. Peter stuffed his suit underneath the bed and turned around to get dressed.

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?” The door to his room flew open.

Aunt may—a very young looking, beautiful brunette—stood in the doorway with her face full of anger. That anger quickly bled into shock.

“Oh my!” May exclaimed.

Peter tried to cover his dick and shield his modesty, stumbling back. “Please! Give me a second!”

Aunt May didn’t move for a few seconds, staring. Finally she stepped out and temporarily slammed the door shut.

“You are in so much trouble!” she still shouted.

Peter sighed now that she was out of the room. Sure he was going to pay for that night with Jean, but at least his aunt wasn’t staring at him in this state. Looking down, Peter experienced a second rush of embarrassment.

He’d been thinking of Jean and the feeling of her body while swinging home, which had left him turned on. When Aunt May stepped into the room, he’d just been thinking of Jean’s lovely breasts and perky ass, which caused a biological reaction. Now that Peter looked, he’d been 100% erect, his girthy meat stick taller than his hands could even remotely cover. No wonder May had been staring.

If Peter had the powers of the redhead he’d been ravishing all night long, he would’ve been able to sense something that Aunt May was doing her best to hide. 

Inside her head, images of Peter’s huge dick were swirling around her brain, filling her with a sense of want that was hard to push down.

But Peter only had spider powers, so he got dressed again completely unaware of May’s traitorous thoughts, wondering what his punishment would be for spending a night out with no explanation.