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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“Peter…” Mary Jane moaned.

I hovered over her, the tip of my rock-hard cock brushing against her dripping sex. This was it. This was the moment I was waiting my whole life for. She’s the perfect girl. The perfect moment…

“Peter…” Mary Jane’s plead brought me back to the present.

I pushed. She was wet, slick with anticipation. I’m trying to ease it in but she’s so tight. I don’t want to force it. The last thing I want to do is hurt Mary Jane. She yelps as I stop about half way in. “I’m sorry. I…”

Mary Jane shut her eyes, scrunching her face into a mask of pain. “Do it,” she gasps.

“I don’t want to hurt you MJ.”

I’d totally forgotten about Gwen. “Do her, Parker!”

Gwen shoved downwards on my back. I brace my arms but her weight drives me forward, spearing Mary Jane. Her eyes shoot open and she cries out as my bone gets buried inside her.

“Gwen!” I scream, furious with her for injuring MJ. I turn my head and see Gwen with her hand over her mouth like she’s realized what a mistake she’d made. “What the hell were you thinking Gwen?” I’m mad enough to knock her into next week. Slowly I pull out, trying not to hurt Mary Jane any further. MJ’s hands stop me by grabbing my butt.

“No, don’t stop Peter.” She looks at me strangely, a mixture of pain and love. “It’s big and it hurts, but it kinda feels good too.” Her face strains a little more as she shifts her hips, spreading a little wider. “Keep going.”

MJ shudders as my prick goes forward. I lean in and kiss her. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer, taking me deeper inside. She groans with every trust. It doesn’t sound entirely like pain. It’s a grunt of effort. The warmth, wet and tightness around my cock is so stimulating. The scent of her hair, her sweat, her excitement, the taste of her kiss, the softness of her skin, everything about Mary Jane is arousing, sexy, erotic. I get lost in the totality of her.

My body is beyond my control. I don’t even realize what’s going on. Slow and steady I thrust in and out of her. The more we do it the easier it gets. It’s so strange and new, it’s hard to describe. All I know is I want more of her than I even have before. I pick up the pace a little bit. She squeals a squeal somewhere between pain and delight. She stares at me as I pound faster, I feel her nails dig into my back. She pulls me into a series of kisses in pace with my thrust. Now that I have her I want her even more.

“It’s good…” she whispers, sweat trailing down the side of her face. “More…”

MJ holds me tighter and bites my shoulder. I feel her entire body tense. Her muscles clamp down on my cock. I had no way of knowing Gwen put her this close; that MJ would come this quickly. Its too late, I can’t stop. MJ trembles, she bites harder. Her nails scrape down the skin of my back. The pain urges me on. I thrust harder, quicker. She grunts with every plunge. I feel her cunt quiver around me.

“Oh GOD! Peter!” She’s screaming so loud, I’m scared the neighbors will hear. “I’m coming!”

“Unnhhh…” is all I can blurt out.

MJ writhes, her eyes flutter and I feel her pussy milking my cock. She sucks in air, out comes a high pitched titter. It’s not loud, some bizarre mix of pain and laughter, low volume and high frequency. Her toes curl. She tries to sit up into my chest. I thrust once more. Mary Jane convulses.

She falls to the mattress, spent. Sweat pours off her, she’s hot to the touch. I pull out and lie next to her. We don’t say anything, just holding each other. What really was there to say? She trembles with little aftershocks.

After a few minuets she finally opens her gorgeous eyes. “I love you.” She mouths wordlessly. I answer her with a kiss.

“Peter?” She whispers like she’s not sure of the words. “Did you come?” She had a weird little smirk on her face. “You still got a boner.”

“No,” I can’t help but be a little embarrassed. “Its okay…”

“You should.” Mary Jane runs her fingers through my hair while kissing me softly. She rolls me over, kissing my neck and stroking me with her hand. She whispers into my ear, “Look over at your desk.”
I peek through half closed eyes. Gwen is sitting on my swivel chair. She’s turned towards us. Gwen has her legs spread, her fingers playing with herself at a feverish pace. Her eyes are closed, head lolled back. I don’t even think she knows we’re in the room anymore.

“I see her…”

I swallow the growing lump in my throat. My cock throbs. I’ve just had sex with MJ but here I am… wanting Gwen. Wanting to touch her where her fingers are touching her. I want to be inside her. I want to feel her body come. The guilt is tearing me up/

“Peter, I…” MJ whispered extra quiet. I could barely hear her but it sounded like. “…I want you to fuck, Gwen.”

I looked at her eyes she was deadly serious. Gwen quietly moans not four feet away. “Are you crazy?”

MJ looks at me with her big green eyes. Her face has no expression. “I wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t for her. She’s right. We should have done this a long time ago.” MJ gets a little smirk. “Besides, I’d rather have you do it here in front of me than sneaking around behind my back.”

I would never do that! She knows it too! Before I get the chance to object Mary Jane’s rolled off the bed and onto the floor, face in between the thighs of a shocked Gwen Stacy. Gwen’s shock melts into a smile. Her amber eyes become slits as MJ tastes her pussy.

“Oh… shit…” Gwen groans while petting the redhead in her lap. “You scared me.”

Mary Jane doesn’t respond in words. Her tongue is busy. Gwen leans back into the swivel chair and gasps.

The bed is cold without MJ’s naked body. I watch her squatting in front of Gwen. My eyes are drawn to the shape of her bottom. Her skin is so pale but it looks so solid. My erection throbs at the thought of being behind her. Its almost painful, my cock reminds me of its need. Gwen gasps again, a little louder then last time. Indecision is eating me up. Should I put it in Mary Jane or try for Gwen’s mouth?

I never get the chance to choose. Suddenly MJ rears back and lunges upward and forward. She grabs Gwen by the tits and shoves her tongue roughly into the blonde’s mouth. Gwen sinks into the chair as MJ mounts her, my girlfriend crouches on the chair, her feet under Gwen’s thighs, keeping her legs spread.

I find myself staring at Gwen’s cunt. Her little tuft of blonde hair glistens in the light. Her sex drips with excitement. Gwen’s lips and clit are flushed red. I can smell her from here.

MJ’s hand blocks my view. I watch her touch Gwen and Gwen’s reaction. I can’t take it any more.

In a second I’m off the bed and behind Mary Jane. Grabbing the arms of the chair and jutting my cock under her ass, MJ takes my meat and lines it up. I can feel Gwen shudder with anticipation. I trust. Gwen’s tight pussy is so slick; I plunge in with little effort.

Something is wrong. I hear a muffled cry from under MJ. Mary Jane hops off the side of the chair. Tears pour down the side of Gwen’s cheeks. Her face is a twisted mix of shock and pain.

“Gwen… are you?” MJ asks with fear in her voice.

Gwen chokes back a sob.

“I’m sorry…” I apologize not knowing what exactly went wrong, “Are you okay?” Gwen shudders and sobs, I start to pull out.

Looking down I see blood covering my crotch. “Oh my God!” I’d done something to her. Did I loose control of my strength? Did I rupture something in her? “MJ call 911!” I cry, trying to take control of the situation.

Mary Jane stares at me blankly. “Peter… I… You…” She gently lays a hand on my shoulder. “Just go get cleaned up.”

I look at her with disbelief. “Gwen’s injured and you think I’m worried about making a mess? This whole situation was a stupid idea and you stare at me like I’m the idiot. Gwen could be bleeding to death right now and…”

MJ puts her hand over my mouth. I’ve only seen her this serious once, and that was when she told me she loved me for the first time. “Peter, its not what you think.” Her expression softened. “She’s alright. Just go get cleaned up. I’ll take care of Gwen.”

* * * * *

I’ve been sent out of my room.
I’ve never heard of anyone being sent out of his or her room.
I’ve been sent to my room plenty of times, but never out of it.

Ten minuets later I’m standing in the kitchen in my boxer shorts and T-shirt just incase Aunt May gets home early. That would be a real topper to this up-and-down day, getting caught naked in the kitchen.

After a minuet to collect myself I’d realized what happened. Gwen lied. She was a virgin.

Well Gwen didn’t lie per se… Mary Jane thought she was experienced, but Gwen had never denied it. She lied by omission, but why? What made her feel like she had to do that? If she lied about a little thing like that what else had she…

I take two steps up the wall and look over top of the fridge. There it was. Aunt May’s cookie tin. My hand shakes a little as I take the bright red tin down from its perch. I hold my breath as I open the lid. Inside are a collection of coupons, and envelope with eighty bucks in cash, and a memorial pamphlet from my parent’s funeral. Tentatively I sniff the air inside it. I smell nothing that resembles the smell of marijuana.

I can’t help but feel a little angry. She lied about being a virgin and about Aunt May smoking pot. Is nothing sacred where Gwen Stacy is concerned? What else has she lied about?

* * * * *

Ten minuets after that were all sitting in the basement. We’re on the couch, MJ sitting between me and Gwen. I’m still a little angry with her, but Gwen’s eyes are red from all the crying she’s been doing. I can’t be mad at her when she’s this angry with herself.

“I’m sorry…” Gwen starts, her face red from crying or embarrassment. “I lied to you Peter. You and you Aunt have been great to me, especially since…”

Since her father died.

“I shouldn’t have lied to you guys. It’s just… I’ve been doing it for so long.” Gwen tries to look at me. Her Amber eyes sink to the floor. “I’ve always been a little rebellious. I’ve done a lot of things just for ‘shock value’. I used to do it to get my fathers attention. He ways always so about being a cop 24/7 that he’d forget he had a daughter.” Gwen chokes back a sniffle. “I used to get in trouble but I didn’t want to be punished, ya know? My Dad was always strict, so when I got it I got it bad. Then he’d just go back to ignoring me till I did something else. I’d lie to get out of trouble. Then I’d lie to get attention and now…” She looks both me and Mary Jane in the face before continuing. “Now I just lie to get my way.”

I can’t be mad at her. This night has been incredible (except for the pot smoking thing). I just want to be alone with MJ, but Gwen is finally opening up.

“I’m sorry you guys.” Gwen looks to us for approval. “I’m not gonna lie to you two anymore.”

Mary Jane gives her a hug. I get a semi. Sex is weird like that. I just want it more now that I’ve had it. I hope MJ’s up to the task.

“Its okay Gwen, we forgive you. Right Peter?”

“Sure.” I say trying to find a way to leave this ugly incident behind us. “As long as we get to try this threesome thing again…”

* * * * *

“You are so full of shit Spidey. None of that happened.”

We’re hanging out at our usual place, the observation deck of the Empire State Building. It’s the quietest place in the world after it closes at midnight. That’s the reason me and Johnny use it as a meeting place… every Thursday… after watching wrestling on cable. I am such a geek.

“You really take it web-head.” Johnny’s voice is halfway between anger and hysterics. “I ask you “How’s your week been?” and you come up with this cockamamie bullshit “Penthouse Letters” story?” He breaks down into direct laughter. “You need a girlfriend. Bad.”

As much as I’d love to throw Johnny off a building, it wouldn’t do much good. He’s in the mood for the giggles and the Human Torch isn’t one to obey gravity anyway.

“Fine, fine, fine. Have it your way, but that’s the last time I ever tell you anything about my love life.”

Johnny snorts. “No its okay dude. I totally believe you.”

“You do?”

“Oh yeah. It’s happened to me.” I turn away without looking at him as he chuckles. “No really, me this chick Crystal and her sister got it on in this hidden city in the Himalayans…”