Missing panels from Ultimate Spider-Man #59

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This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If such content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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

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I couldn’t move. My arms, legs, and chest felt heavy, too weary to move. I lay there like a fish out of water gasping for air, confused, excited and sacred all at the same time. That was it. Mary Jane and Gwen had just gone down on ‘little Peter’ and I came. Came like a rocket. That was my first orgasm (that I didn’t handle myself), and now I couldn’t move if I wanted to.

It’s so weird. I didn’t even really ‘do’ anything. I just sat there while MJ and Gwen did all the work and somehow I’m completely spent. Not that I’m really complaining mind you. For once, life was good. The best part was it looked like its gonna get even better.

I’d seen naked women before. I have cable TV. I’m on the Internet. But this was totally different. This was real. This was here. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t close my eyes for fear that it was all a dream.

Not three feet away Mary Jane Watson stood topless. The candlelight cast shadows over her body, highlighting every feminine curve of her sexy figure. Her tits were so perfect and round. The rosy red nipples matched her full lips and flame red hair. Her face was positively angelic. MJ is absolutely stunning, the only thing that marred her perfection was the look of confusion on her face.

The source of that confusion sat on the bed in front of her. Gwen Stacy had stripped down to her lime green panties. Her fingers played along the hem of my girlfriend’s jeans. Her blonde hair hung halfway down her back, it had an amber glow in the soft light. Gwen was thinner than MJ. Her body was kind of built taller and leaner but every bit as sexy in its own way. Her booty was nice. Her breasts were cute, perky and they seemed to smile at me. Gwen’s best asset however was her attitude. She was willing to teach… willing to lead…

“So how about it MJ?” Gwen didn’t ask, she offered. “Me and you for a little bit? Just till Peter’s ready for a second round.”

MJ looked at the floor again, “Gwen I’m not a…”

“I didn’t say you were. Neither am I.” Gwen cut her off and stood up. She kept her hands on MJ jeans and pulled her close. “I’m not in love with you or anything. This isn’t about that.” Gwen gently caressed Mary Jane’s cheek. “You’re my friend.” Her fingertips traced down MJ’s elegant neck. “I care about you.” Gwen’s delicate touch found MJ’s chest. Mary Jane didn’t push her away. She didn’t seem to encourage it either. “I just want to make you feel good.”

MJ’s mouth hung open, eyes closed. She was lost in the sensation of Gwen massaging her tit. Gwen kissed her on the sweet spot (where the neck meets the collarbone). Mary Jane made a weird gasping noise, it was like shock and pleasure blended together. She was standing very straight. Her hands balled into little fists and hung stiffly at her side. I have seen that look on kids when they went on a roller coaster for the first time, all excited and scared. It’s weird. I felt a little weird myself, watching Gwen feel up my girlfriend. It took me four months to get to second base with Mary Jane. Gwen did it in less then two hours.

Gwen stopped and looked MJ in the eye. “Listen, its cool if you want to stop.”

MJ smiled nervously, “No. It feels good. I’m just…”

Gwen smiled back. It disarmed MJ. “I’m not gonna tell anybody at school or anything like that. It’ll never leave this room.” Blonde hair flew as she turned her gaze to me, “Right Peter?”

What else was I gonna do? I nodded, “Never leave the room.” I put two fingers in the air. “Scout’s honor.” MJ chuckled, relaxing a little bit more.

Gwen reached out and held Mary Jane by the waist. “Anytime you want to stop, just tell me. Okay?”

MJ nodded. “Okay.”

Gwen gave one of her signature smirks, “Are you sure you’re cool with this? I’m not like pressuring you or anything, right.”

“No,” MJ looked at me, “Peter…?”

“Whatever you want MJ, its cool with me either way.” That was sort of the truth. I’m a firm believer that you can’t always get you want (my apologies Mick Jagger.)

Wait a minute…
Fuck you Mick Jagger! You do this kind of kinky shit all the time! You’ve never saved a city. It’s my turn damn it! (Sorry, I’ll get back to the story now…)

MJ licked her lips and looked at Gwen. “I’m cool with it if Peter is.”

A ten-mile smile splashed across Gwen’s face. “We’re cool…” Her little hands cupped the sides of MJ’s face, “You’re really hot…” Gwen tilted her head to the side and guided MJ’s face forward. Their lips met. It started off soft, at first barely a touch. After a moment, Gwen kissed… once… twice…

MJ responded well, her lips pressing back. MJ and Gwen began to kiss in time, each lasting a little bit longer than the last. Gwen’s hands ran through MJ’s scarlet hair, her fingers interlocked behind her neck. Gwen pulled out the elastic that held MJ’s ponytail in place. Red hair flowed freely down her bare back.

I propped my head up and stared. This was frickin’ awesome.

Gwen’s lips parted, and she tasted Mary Jane’s lips. MJ smiled, opening her mouth. Gwen eagerly pressed forward, invading MJ. Their tongues tumbled around each other playfully. Gwen was really into it, sucking MJ’s breath into her lungs. MJ still seemed a little pensive.

Gwen broke off the kiss. “How was that?”

“Different.” MJ grinned shyly.

“Is that bad?”

“No,” MJ apologized. “I think I liked it.”

Gwen lifted MJ’s chin, forcing her to make eye contact, “Are your hands alright?”

“Yeah?” MJ answered with confusion in her voice.

Gwen gave her a dirty wink, “So put ‘em on me.”

They kissed again. Gwen had one hand on MJ’s neck and the other on her lower back. MJ unclenched her sweaty fists, nervously placing her palms on Gwen’s hips. Gwen tilted her head to the side. MJ did the same. Their kissing became much more intense. MJ got into it, kissing her back just as deeply as she got. Her hands roamed up and down the length of Gwen’s spine. Gwen hugged her tightly, crushing their naked breasts together.

“Hhhhhmmmmm…” I couldn’t tell which one made the contented/yummy noise. Maybe both.

Gwen kept kissing and licking, teasing Mary Jane to do the same. MJ resisted. Gwen tried a little harder, probing into MJ’s mouth. It was a ruse. MJ sucked on Gwen’s tongue, neck rocking back and forth like when she gave me head. Gwen loved it, sticking her tongue out farther so MJ has more to stroke. Mary Jane’s hands slowly crept under Gwen’s green panties and caressed her ass.

MJ and Gwen French kissed in the candlelight. All the hesitation was gone. I might as well not be in the room.

Gwen sighed lustily, her fingers fumbling with MJ’s belt. Careful not to break the kiss, Gwen unbuckled it and ripped open the fly. Gwen pushed down but the jeans got caught on MJ’s hips.

“Damn it,” she said, pulling her head back to see what was wrong.

Mary Jane had an odd expression on her face, excited yet aloof. Must’ve been some kind of serenity of lust. She placed her hands over top of Gwen’s, helping her guide the obstructing clothing to the floor. Mary Jane stepped out. The only thing left on her fantastic body was a pair of plain white cotton panties.

Gwen and MJ explored each other with their hands and their eyes. Mary Jane showed no restraint whatsoever. She fondled Gwen’s tits like they where a new toy. Gwen returned the favor, cupping a pink breast in one hand and cotton covered cheek in the other. They sure liked to kiss a lot.

Gwen broke off, looking at MJ with her half-closed amber eyes. Her speech was slurred like she had a few too many, “You’re a really good kisser, MJ.”

“Thanks,” Mary Jane responded half-laughing. “I’ve never kissed a girl before.” She took a long breath and checked out Gwen again. “You have a great body.”

Gwen blushed from head to toe. She turned pink in MJ’s arms, “Not compared to yours.”

She suckled on my girlfriend’s neck. MJ stretched her head to the side, giving Gwen total access. One of her hands disappeared between them. MJ moaned her appreciation. Gwen worked her way up the neck with little nips, more bite than kiss. MJ totally loved it. I could tell by the way her nails dug into Gwen’s back.

Gwen tongued Mary Jane’s ear. She was whispering something but it was said too softly for me to hear. Must’ve been something dirty with the way she was grinning about it. Gwen circled around, caressing her lightly with her fingertips. MJ made no attempt to stop her, following with her eyes only.

Gwen disappeared behind MJ. I couldn’t see what she was doing. It wasn’t like I was trying too hard either. Mary Jane Watson topless is more than enough of a distraction. She starred at me with a look I’d never seen before. She licked her bottom lip.

Suddenly Gwen popped around her and my world went green. I picked the underwear off of my face as Gwen laughed hysterically. I played with the elastic in an attempt to fire it back but she ducked behind Mary Jane. I was more than willing to wait her out. I heard her giggle behind MJ.

The mood shifted as Gwen slipped her thumbs into the sides of MJ’s panties. Mary Jane covered her sex with her hands as Gwen slowly pulled the cotton panties to the floor. MJ looked strange. All of a sudden she was young and uncomfortable with the situation. I couldn’t tell what was wrong. Was it the fact that I was watching? Was it Gwen? She seemed scared, standing there with her hands folded over her pussy. Maybe it was time to put a stop to this.

I opened my mouth to speak when MJ grew an extra set of hands. I blinked. Gwen stood behind MJ. She’d put her arms under Mary Jane’s and fondled her breasts. MJ blushed, hands not moving from their protective placement. Gwen played freely, massaging in small circles and tweaking her nipples. Mary Jane’s sea-green eyes closed. Gwen kissed the back of her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin.
MJ’s head lolled backward. Gwen worked her way around to the side, licking, sucking and biting the expanse from ear to shoulder. Gwen’s left hand began to move south, down Mary Jane’s chest and tummy.

“Oh God…” Mary Jane mumbled.

Mary Jane’s head snapped up, her expression was a serious as I’d ever seen it. She gazed at me with her deep green eyes. Her face flushed red with anticipation. Her lips wordlessly mouthed “I love you”.

I was too stunned to answer.

She looked away and inhaled sharply as Gwen made contact with her clitoris. Mary Jane bent over, trying to keep sole possession of Gwen’s hand. I could hear her fingers ruffling through MJ’s pubic hair. Gwen grabbed her roughly by the tit and pulled her upright. Gwen clutched MJ’s breast, strummed her clit and bit her trapezius (that’s the thingy that connects you neck to your shoulder, I am such a geek). MJ’s eyes shut tight, teeth clenched against the mix pleasure and pain. MJ reached back and grabbed Gwen by the hair. She yanked Gwen off her neck and held her painfully by the hair. She twisted her grip, forcing Gwen to look at her. MJ shoved her tongue down Gwen’s throat. Hungrily they kissed. Gwen squeezed the tit and rubbed the clit. She abandoned the one finger strum and stroked with the length of her hand. MJ moaned lustily, the sound was muffled by its interaction with Gwen’s tongue. MJ’s skin turned pink, her nipples stood erect and she ground her sex against Gwen’s hand. Mary Jane was so excited I could smell her. Gwen kissed, fondled and groped. Mary Jane turned a deeper shade of red.

Gwen finally broke the kiss. Mary Jane tried to continue, reaching out with her open mouth. Gwen kept her at bay by pressing her forehead against MJ’s.

“Kiss me…” Mary Jane pleaded in a husky voice.

“No…” Gwen teased, grinning wide.

On the down stroke, Gwen slid her middle finger between MJ’s swollen lips. Mary Jane just stopped. She didn’t breath, she didn’t move. Gwen continued to stroke her clit and probe inside, straining to hit her g-spot. Mary Jane trembled.

“Do you like that?” Gwen asked, a devilish smile on her pretty mouth. “Do you like feeling me inside you?”

“Yes.” Mary Jane seethed. Want burned into need. “Kiss me?”

“Okay.” Gwen spun her around and grabbed her by the shoulders. Instead of pulling her in for a kiss, Gwen shoved her to the bed. I rolled out of the way. Mary Jane bounced, breasts jiggling as she settled on her back. Gwen slapped her thighs until Mary Jane opened her legs. “Time for your kiss, Mary Jane.” Gwen smirked and lowered herself into position, “pucker up, baby.”

Gwen dove in, licking and sucking Mary Jane’s pussy. MJ writhed uncontrollably, pulling off the bedspread in her white knuckled grip. Mary Jane grunted in time with Gwen’s thrusting fingers and lapping tongue. MJ sat halfway up, the strain of mounting climax twisted her features. Mary Jane’s breath grew shallow, as Gwen intensified her actions. Mary Jane reached out and grabbed Gwen by the hair, forcing her deeper into her ultra-stimulated snatch.

Gwen swatted the hand away and pulled back. Mary Jane’s passionate pants turned into little yelps of disappointed anguish. She was so close. Gwen sat there and watched MJ as she licked her juices off her fingers.

Gwen turned to me, Mary Jane’s come dribbling down her chin. “I think she’s ready for you now, Peter.”