Missing panels from Ultimate Spider-Man #59

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Note: These are “missing panels” from Ultimate Spider-Man #59

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By the time I was capable of standing, Gwen had on her panties and the button up shirt that MJ ditched before. She let it hang open in the front, showing off her abs and the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. MJ turned the radio down. Thank God, the lack of oxygen in my brain was giving me enough of a headache. I didn’t need Jessica Simpson helping it out.

“Okay, I got a case of the munchies. You guys want anything?” Gwen asked, heading for the door.

“Sodas?”

“Cool.” Gwen left, closing the door behind her.

MJ basically jumped in my lap. “Oh my God! That was so funny!”

“Yeah, that was pretty good.” I agreed but I didn’t like the show for same reason that she did.

“You don’t sound very convinced.”

“What? I’m a red-blooded American boy, having a girl strip in my bedroom has been one of my fantasies since I started puberty.” That one got a chuckle out of MJ.

“No, seriously Peter. What did you think?”

“I’m not a dance critic, MJ.”

“No. I mean…” Oh boy, she was doing her ‘swallow and look at the floor’ thing. That always meant deep thoughts. Finally she looked up at me with her big green eyes, “I mean do you think she’s sexy?”

Ut-oh… how do you answer this one and not get in trouble?

“Peter, I just want to know if that’s the type of thing you’re into?”

“You mean Gwen or strippers in general?”

“Never mind.” She turns away from me. I hate it when she does this. How the hell am I supposed to read her mind? The spider bite didn’t give me that power. Maybe if I was bitten by a bald guy in a wheelchair…

MJ opens the bag of weed, pinching it out onto the rolling paper.

“Have you ever done that before?

“Nope.”

“So how’d you learn.”

“I just watched Gwen do it four times. I’m stoned not stupid.” MJ picks up the lighter and sparks up the joint. The sweat pungent odor filled the air again.

I was trying to think of something to say. Luckily MJ did it for me.

“Shotgun.”

“What?” the second I opened my mouth she was on me, pinning me to the bed and forcing her tongue between my lips… well not really forcing… I thought we were kissing but the second I breathed in she blew marijuana smoke into my lungs.

I felt like I was gonna choke. Or at least cough. That went away after a few seconds of Mary Jane kissing me. Sometimes I feel like I could kiss her forever. I’m not sure if the smoke was making me light-headed or if I was intoxicated from Mary Jane (the girl, not the drug).

She kissed me deep and long, pressing her tight little body up against mine. Her hands were all over me, driving me wild with desire. My body craved hers, yearning like a prisoner for freedom. My mind was on fire, I couldn’t think of anything except Mary Jane. I was loosing control of myself and that was okay. It was more powerful than any drug, more powerful then biology or chemistry could explain. Our souls touched. She fed off my fear, replacing it with her reassuring grace. I took in her pain, leaving love in the vacuum. We completed each other, yin and yang, each finding balance and harmony in the others strength and weakness. Love is too weak a word.

After an eternity lost in the mysteries of Mary Jane, I peeked and saw we had a voyeur. Gwen sat in the corner, smoking the joint MJ had rolled. She didn’t leer, she didn’t snicker or stare, she sat there with a serene smile, a look of ultimate contentment. She bore silent witness to the growing flame between myself and my soul mate.

Mary Jane cupped my face with her gentle hands, her lips finally breaking contact with mine. I held her in my arms. She looked at me with her big green eyes. “Tonight… Peter… I love you… I think its time we… we’re doing it tonight…”

I couldn’t say anything. I was in absolute agreement. Aunt May was out. We knew how each other felt, the love between us is palpable. I never brought up the subject of sex. I knew Mary Jane would tell me when she was ready. Finally, she was.

The creak of my bedroom door brought us both to reality. Mary Jane rose to her knees, I sat up. Gwen stood at the door, her discarded clothes in her hands. She looked at us apologetically, “I’ll give you guys some privacy.”

“Stay.”

It was a simple word. Four letters. Its implications I could not comprehend. Mary Jane gazed at me, her emerald eyes filled with nothing but love. “I want to do this right, Peter. It’s my first time…”

I nodded. It was mine too.

She turned her head, staring into Gwen’s blank expression. “I’d like to do this right, Gwen.” Mary Jane bit her lip and looked at the floor, apparently she’d given this a lot of thought. “I want someone here who’s done this before.” Slowly she turned her head to me, “If its okay with you?”

I was dumbfounded. “Are you sure?”

All MJ did was smile. She was sure.

Mary Jane looked back to Gwen. Finally the wild child was silenced. Now it was Gwen’s turn to stare at the carpeting. “I’ve never… You guys are the best friends I ever… could ever have.” She dropped her bundle of clothes. “How can I say “no”?”

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Mary Jane kissed me deep and long. Each kiss becoming more intense than the last, it started out small and quickly grew, like an avalanche. My arms pulled her close, one below her for support and the other lost in her flame red hair. Everything about her filled my senses, her touch, her taste, her scent and her warmth…

Gwen entered the room again, carrying a few things. I didn’t really pay attention to what. How could I be expected to? MJ was turning into a dynamo. My hands explored her, she made no attempt to stop me. I felt her chest, round, firm, warm and inviting. Her breath rose and fell. Her nipple hardened, I could feel it through the shirt and bra. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled slightly, not hard, just enough to make me want more. “Love you…” she whispered. God, is there such thing as being a diva your first time out?

Mary Jane’s hands guided off the over-shirt I had on. Her hands felt my chest. A deep moan of contentment erupted from within her, “I love you…” she whispered again. I lifted her shirt and pulled down the cup of her bra. My mouth found her pink perfect nipple. She squealed excitedly as I licked and sucked at it.

The lights shut off. I looked to the door and Gwen stood there illuminated by the candles she had spread around the room. Burning incense filled my nostrils with the scent of a foreign spice whose name I don’t know and probably couldn’t pronounce. Gwen walked around the bed and opened my window. The cool air of late spring hit my back. She pulled the shade down.

MJ nibbled at my ear, her breath sending shivers down my spine. It felt good to have her this close after waiting for so long. Her hands reached behind me and pulled my T-shirt off. Once mine was gone she followed it with hers, her tit half hung out of the white bra. She leaned in and kissed me again. Our tongues played while our bodies pressed together. The cold air on my back was a strange contrast to the heat from MJ. Aroused is too weak a word.

I felt her shift. Her breast brushed the side of my face. I opened my eyes to find Gwen removing MJ’s unfastened bra. MJ offered her breast to me. I gorged on its firmness with my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Gwen, opening the borrowed button up shirt and letting it fall to the ground. She has a fantastic figure. There was not a smidgen of fat on her. The candlelight underscored her muscles, shadows bringing out every firm and feminine bulge. Her breasts are pleasant handfuls, the nipples standing an attention. She stood there watching us in nothing but her green panties.

Gwen saw me looking at her as I suckled on MJ’s tit. She gave me a nervous smile and curled a stray lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Something drew MJ’s attention. She held out a hand to Gwen. Gwen took it and Mary Jane pulled her into me.

I flicked MJ’s nipple with my tongue. She moaned passionately. Gwen kissed my neck, her arms around Mary Jane and me. Someone’s hand was on my chest, I couldn’t tell whose. MJ sucked on my neck. The feeling of both of them on either side was driving me wild, their lips on my skin, their breasts on my chest. A hand unbuttoned my jeans, the zipper ripping down. Another reached inside and fondled my meat. A second hand joined it.

“Oh, God…” Both hands groped, tugged and caressed my rod while licking and nibbling the nerves of my neck. The sensation was indescribably good. Amazing… absolutely fantastic…

“You got a big cock for a little guy, Peter.” I looked at Gwen through half closed eyes. I couldn’t tell if that was a complement or not. She gave me a wicked smile and started kissing my chest, licking her way downward. She pushed MJ’s hand away and pulled my member free of my boxers. I felt her breathing on it. I’ve never been so hard in my life.

Gwen plunged herself down, sucking and licking my shaft. I’ve never felt a pleasure so intense. She pulled down my jeans and shorts, I moaned as her head bobbed up and down on my raging bone. One of my hands found its way into Gwen’s blonde hair, palming the back of her head. My other arm wrapped around Mary Jane as we kissed. I clung to MJ like I was gonna fall of the world. Gwen’s technique was hypnotic, the pace and sensation was overloading my senses.

MJ cupped my balls and whispered into my ear, “Do you like that, tiger? Do you like having your dick sucked?”

“Yes…” I moaned more than spoke.

MJ stood up and removed my pants and boxers. Kneeling in her dungarees, MJ whispered into Gwen’s ear, “…teach me.”

I can barely remember the next span of time. Sweat poured off me as I clenched my bed sheets. Sometimes MJ sucked the head while Gwen licked my shaft. Gwen taught MJ to deep-throat, taking in my entire length and sucking when she drew back. MJ took to it like a champ, going for five minuets straight while Gwen teased my sack with her playful lips. At one point I covered my face with a pillow, smothering a scream of delight. Finally I couldn't take it any longer.

“Stop… I’m gonna cum…”

MJ let my Johnson pop out of her mouth. “Gwen, I can’t keep going. My jaw is too tired.” That had to be true. Her speech was slightly slurred.

Gwen grabbed my shaft and stroked. “Its okay. Let me show you how to finish him off.” She jerked at the base while suckling on the end. My eyes rolled back into my head, Gwen was sucking so hard. My balls ached for release. Gwen hummed while jerking with her hand and licking with her tongue. I felt the sperm build momentum as my entire body tensed. My hand clamped over the back of her head.

I convulsed as my seed exploded into Gwen’s mouth. I came in torrents. Gwen deepthroats me, not a drop escaped her lips. I lay there, spent. Drenched in my own sweat.

“What’s it like?” MJ asked wide-eyed.

Gwen stood and approached her, tilting Mary Jane’s head back. MJ opened her mouth obediently. Gwen let my cum spill into Mary Jane’s waiting mouth. Gwen stared as MJ rolled it round with her tongue.

“What do you think?”

MJ swallowed. “It’s salty, kind of sticky. I think I could learn to like it.”

“Good.” Gwen stretched her back letting her breasts jut out and took a deep breath.

MJ busied herself by cleaning me off with a discarded shirt.

I just lay there, gasping for air and waiting for my heartbeat to slow to a reasonable level.

Gwen sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mary Jane intently. “What’s next?” MJ asked dropping the shirt.

Gwen reached out and slid her fingers into the waistband of MJ’s jeans and pulling her to her. Gwen kissed and nibbled MJ’s tummy as a shocked look washed over my girlfriend’s face. She looked up, her hazel eyes met MJ’s shocked greens.

“Do you want to play with me?”