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Subject: {ASSM} (Dimitri M.) Spider-Man : Manipulations [2/5[ - (M/F, F/F, oral, drugs)
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        Spider-Man : Manipulations (2/5)

        Gwen Stacy was dead.
        MJ still couldn't bring herself to believe it.
        Three days ago they'd been shopping together, the next day she'd
been tossed from the top of The George Washington Bridge by The Green
Goblin.
        Spider-Man had been there too and he'd attempted to save her,
snagging her foot with a webline to halt her fall.  Perversely, the
coroner's report indicated that she had died of a broken neck, which
suggested the webline which had prevented her fall had actually been what
killed her.
        Mary Jane was distraught, unable to believe that someone she'd
known, someone as happy and full of life as Gwen had been could possibly
be dead.
        But it was true, there was no denying it for all her hopes of
seeing Gwen bounding happily into her room to show her the latest Designer
gear she'd purchased on Harry's credit card.
        "Oh shit, Harry!" she moaned, realizing that she hadn't even
attempted to get in contact with Gwen's boyfriend.  What kind of a friend
was she? Her and Harry had gotten on extremely well, he'd even be a great
source of comfort during her messy break up with Flash Thompson 2 years
earlier.
        All that High School bullshit which had seemed so important to
her back then seemed so pointless now.  Had she really once worried about
such inane things as having the 'right' boyfriend and the 'right' group
of friends?
        She rang the private, unlisted number, listening to it ring
several times before an unfamiliar voice answered.
        "Is... is Harry there?" she asked.
        "Who is this?" demanded the voice angrily,"If this is another of
you press vultures I'll...."
        "Mr. Osborn?" she asked, recognizing the voice of Harry's father
at last,"It's Mary Jane Watson, I was a friend of Gwen's and..."
        She felt herself tearing up again, especially at the way in which
she'd identified herself.  WAS a friend? Was she already thinking of
Gwen in the past tense?
        There was a paused silence on the other end of the line, and
then,"Mary Jane, of course, I apologize, the media has been eager to
swoop in on Harry during this unfortunate time, simply because of who
I am, you understand....?"
        "Yes, of course," she managed,"Is this a bad time? I can call
back later..."
        "Why don't you come over," he suggested,"Harry needs some company,
he's been locked in his room most of this time.  I don't think I need
to tell you just how close he and Gwen were...."
        "Of course, I'd be happy to," she answered,"I think it would
do me good to get out myself."
        She had only met Norman Osborn a handful of times, he was usually
out of town or even out of the Country on business.  He was undoubtedly
Harry's father, with the same smooth good locks and easy charm which
made Harry so appealing.  Unlike Harry, who was easy-going and let himself
go with the flow, Norman was very driven and liked everything his own
way, shifting events to suit his tastes.
        Still, that was your pejorative when you were a Billionaire.
        He gave her directions for a back way into one of the many homes
they were using at the time, in order to avoid the press, and after
the relatively short time of half an hour to shower, get dressed and
put on her make-up, she headed out.


        "It's these masks," snapped Norman distastefully, pouring himself
a drink.  He had offered her one which she'd declined, she felt mixed up
enough without adding alcohol to the mix.
        "Masks?" she asked.
        "So called Super-Heroes and Super-Villains," he muttered,"They
think they're above it all because of their powers and
abilities, forgetting that people like poor Gwen are out there without
the same talents for defying death."
        "Spider-Man was trying to save Gwen..." MJ started, and was
quickly cut off by the elder Osborn.
        "Oh yes, I'm sure he was, but she only got involved in
the situation in the first place because of him."
        "But I thought The Green Goblin grabbed her...."
        "I don't mean directly," interrupted Norman,"But people like
The Green Goblin wouldn't exist if it wasn't for people like Spider-Man,
they draw to each other without knowing it.  Who knows, maybe this Green
Goblin was an ordinary man with some slight psychological defect he wasn't
even aware of, something completely harmless never acted on.  Then along
comes Spider-Man and this Goblin person becomes fixated on them, starts
taking themselves seriously, decides that they were MEANT to
fight Spider-Man as part of some pre-organized plan.  The truth of the
matter is, there weren't Super-Villains until we had Super-Heroes, it's
only after people like The Fantastic Four and The Avengers started up that
people like Doctor Doom, Ultron and Namor started showing their heads."
        "In fact!" he continued, on a roll now,"Namor was one of these
so-called Super-Heroes, he fought in World War II alongside Captain America
against the Nazi's.  Then suddenly he decides Atlantis is more his style
and starts fighting America! Imagine if one day Captain America decides
The Confederates had it right! He could start up a civil war again with
the power he has!"
        "And if my Aunt had balls, she'd be my Uncle," muttered a new
voice.
        Norman looked up in surprise as Harry entered the parlor, his
eyes red and his skin a little flushed, but still looking as good as
ever, especially since all he was wearing were boxer shorts and an open
bath-robe, both white.
        "Son," noted Norman, sipping at his drink,"I see you've decided
to rejoin the land of the living."
        All three flinched at his choice of words and he immediately
apologized, excusing himself and leaving the room.
        "Don't worry about Dad," apologized Harry,"He has to have a reason
for everything so that he can understand it.  He liked Gwen and he can't
accept her death, so he's fixating on Spider-Man instead to try and deal
with it."
        "How are you, Harry?" she asked, hugging him,"I'm sorry I haven't
called sooner."
        "It's okay," he told her, patting her back,"I wasn't in much of
a condition to answer calls before, anyway."
        "I just can't believe she's dead!" sobbed Mary Jane, breaking
down again.
        It was probably the best thing for Harry, whether either of them
knew it or not.  It gave him the opportunity to comfort instead
of wallowing in his own misery.  He stroked her back and attempted to
soothe her, telling her it was all right, that Gwen had moved on to a
better place and they had to accept that she was gone.
        They settled onto the couch and held each other close, comforting
each other as they let their tears run their course, unburdening themselves
of the great weight of the emotional burden Gwen's death had suddenly
dropped on them.
        They soothed and cooed and spoke words that really meant nothing,
it was just nice to hear words spoken.  Both had lost a close friend and
suddenly death was not an abstract concept read about in books or seen
in films, but a grim reality.  Talking, touching, just being there for
each other was enough for them, it assured them that yes, they were still
alive.
        What happened next seemed natural to both of them, and neither
said a word as Harry cupped her chin, then slid his finger up to raise
her face to his.
        They kissed, gently at first and then more insistently, each
reaching for the other's clothes, pulling, tugging, sliding them off
each other.
        Harry's hand stroked Mary Jane's breast gently through
the material of her bra, and then they were moving to the clasp set
between her breasts, opening it and releasing her large mammaries to
his gaze.
        It should have seemed perverse, even disgusting to both of them
to be doing such a thing with Gwen not even buried yet, but somehow it
seemed to them the ultimate affirmation of who Gwen had been, alive and
making the most of every moment of her life.
        Was this not then, the ultimate tribute to Gwen? This act which
was the most primal of human nature, the ultimate expression of love
and the continuation of life.
        Harry lowered her to onto the couch, continuing to kiss her,
not with the harsh passion one might have expected from someone overcome
by emotions, but with smooth, gentle pressure of his lips against hers.
        It was the most erotic experience of her life to this point,
none of the rushed, hard passion she'd known with Flash, but a gentle
tenderness that aroused her more than anything she'd ever known.  His
fingertips slid over her breasts, lightly tracing circles around her
nipples, his other hand moving slowly, gently down over her waist, where
he slid it under the waistband of her panties.  His hand lightly cupped
her cunt-mound but did nothing else, simply there against her as they
continued to kiss, her hands sliding over his back and under his boxers,
palms sliding over his firm buttocks but, like him, not squeezing or
massaging.
        They rolled over on the couch, kissing hungrily, passionately
until MJ found herself straddling his hips, staring deep into her eyes,
seeing that same lust and desperate desire that she knew was in her own.
        They kissed again, and then Mary Jane was leaning back slightly,
cupping her large, natural breasts together and presenting them to the
boyfriend of her best friend.
        Harry leaned forward and took first one, then the next nipple
between his lips, suckling lightly on her breasts, making her moan and
whisper light encouragement to him.
        "Oh yes, Harry, yes," she moaned,"Yes, suck on them, suck on
me Harry, suck my tits."
        His hands slid up over hers, cupping her breasts together before
he slid them around to her back, supporting her weight as he leaned forward
to get more of her tits into his mouth.
        M.J leaned back, secure in the knowledge that he would hold
her up, and pushed her breasts forward into his mouth, releasing her
tits and sliding her hands up through his smooth hair, pulling his mouth
harder against her chest.
        Harry shifted his mouth back and forth over each of Mary Jane's
breasts, the warm, wet feel of his mouth around her nipples driving her
wild with pleasure.  All thoughts of Gwen were gone from her mind for
now, but not callously, not out of disregard, but because the two of them
needed this, this release for all the bottled up emotions that they were
feeling.
        Harry's hands slid down her back and squeezed her amazingly high,
firm buttocks through the thin material of her panties.  She moaned happily
and they kissed again, tongues sliding over each other and exploring their
mouths.
        MJ's body was the stuff of dreams, and all throughout College she
had been fending off progressively aggressive attempts from various
Agencies to come and model for them full time.  She had done a couple of
photo shoots to help pay some of her Tuition Fees, but she wasn't interested
in modeling full-time, she was enjoying her College years... at least
she had been until Gwen's death.
        All of that was unimportant now, next to the burning need she
was feeling for Harry.  If it had been anyone else it would have been
unthinkable to do such a thing, but with Harry she felt a rapport, a
connection, some kind of chemistry that spoke to some deep part of her.
        They rolled over again, with Mary Jane beneath Harry this time
as he continued to suckle at her breasts, stroking the sides of her
tits before he kissed down her flat stomach and grabbed the waistband
of her panties, slowly pulling them down past her hips, over her thighs,
down her knees to her ankles, where she let them hang off one of her
ankles as he kissed back up her body, gently probing around her now
exposed vagina with his lips, before progressing back up past her stomach,
his hands squeezing her breasts together as he began to lightly kiss
her cleavage.
        She slid her hands down Harry's back, grabbing his boxers and
pulling them down over his ass, releasing his erection which bobbed up
and pressed against her thigh, delighting her with the weight and heat
of it against her.
        Apart from a couple of short term relationships which had gone
nowhere, Mary Jane hadn't had sex since coming to College.  While her
room-mates and friends had embarked on a virtual orgy of sexual
experimentation, MJ could count on one hand the number of sexual encounters
she'd had, including Flash Thompson.
        And yet there was something undeniably right about this feeling,
his cock was hard against her thigh and she felt no trepidation
or uncertainty, just that this was what she wanted, what he wanted, what
they both wanted.
        She reached between his legs and squeezed his balls, making him
look up at her in surprise from between her breasts.  They both grinned,
and then they kissed again, Mary Jane languidly sucking his tongue deep
into her mouth, enjoying the feel of him against her thigh, her breasts,
in her mouth.
        The two of them slid down so that they rested across the length
of the couch and Mary Jane pulled his head close to hers, whispering
into his ear words any man would have killed to have heard.
        "I want you in my mouth."
        Harry was more than delighted to accommodate her, but to her
delight he proved all of Gwen's claims of Harry's thoughtfulness and
consideration were true.
        "I want you too," he told her, and then swung around so that his
face was directly above her crotch, his own cock pointing directly down
towards her mouth.
        MJ arched her head back, opening her mouth wide and reaching up
to (after first pulling Harry's boxer shorts down past his knees) clasp
his buttocks together, pulling him down towards her.
        As Mary Jane's mouth took in the first long, lean inch of Harry's
cock, Harry was pressing his own lips firmly against the shaven, tight
slit of flesh that was MJ's cunt.
        She moaned happily, her lips closing over his cock-head, causing
Harry to moan in turn and , which sent shivers of pleasure throughout
both their bodies.
        Harry opened his mouth and began to lightly plant smooth kisses
along the warm slit of her tight vagina, which was so tight and shaven
that it looked like a smooth cut in her flesh.
        Harry moved his hips gently forward while MJ lifted her neck up,
taking more and more of his shaft deep into her warm, wet mouth, her lips
wrapped firmly around his cock, sending wild pulsating surges of pleasure
throughout his crotch as he worked his lips and chin over her pussy, the
tip of his tongue barely protruding through his lips, very slightly
penetrating her cunt-lips, making her moan happily.
        Mary Jane swirled her tongue cleverly around his cock-shaft,
making use of all the tricks she'd learnt in the back seat of Flash
Thompson's car.
        Harry couldn't help himself any longer and he began to gently
thrust his hips forward, pumping his cock in and out of Mary Jane's
hot mouth as he ran the tip of his tongue up and down between the lips of
her labia, then flicked the tip wildly back and forth over her clitoris,
driving her wild with pleasure, causing her mouth to tighten around his
cock.
        Usually Harry could go for hours, but the unexpected fire and
passion of their coupling was getting too much for him and all ready he
could feel his climax approaching.
        Before he could ask MJ to stop or cool down, he heard the muffled
moans coming from out of her mouth and realized how hot her body was getting
as she too felt her own orgasm approaching.
        He went back to her clitoris, wrapping his lips around her love
button and suckling at it firmly, putting all of the skills he'd learnt
over the years into pushing that buzzing little bundle of nerves over
the edge of an orgasm.
        Mary Jane had his full length buried down her throat, clutching
Harry's buttocks firmly as she worked her head up and down in a small,
bobbing motion, lovingly sucking on Harry Osborn's cock, feeling it pulse
and jerk in her mouth as he came closer and closer to cumming, and she
did too.
        Harry reached between the cushions of the couch and her ass,
cupping her buttocks firmly and squeezing her hot, Supermodel quality
ass tightly as he allowed his teeth to nibble slightly around the edges
of her clit, driving her wild and making her scream around his firm
cock.
        His hips were out of control, thrusting his cock in and out of
her mouth eagerly as her tongue swirled around his shaft, cupping the
underside of his prick and allowing it to slide up and down as he fucked
into her mouth.
        "OH YES! YES MJ! YES!" he cried, pulling his head away from her
clit for a moment before plastering his mouth firmly against her cunt
and sucking madly, his tongue thrusting deep into the depths of her cunt
even as his cock blasted load after load of cum deep into her throat.
        The sudden penetration of his tongue into her pussy and the feel
of his cum blasting down her throat sent Mary Jane over the edge as well
and her hips slammed up, mashing her cunt into his face as her juices
exploded around his tongue and against his lips.
        He eagerly drank at her juices as she swallowed the last of his
cum and then happily began suckling at his still hard cock, her mouth
warm and moist around his shaft as it slowly began to deflate.
        Her juices were slowing as Harry slowly lapped his tongue up
and down between her cunt-lips, scooping up the last of her juices as
the two of them moaned happily.
        Finally Harry pulled his cock out of her mouth and turned around,
sliding up beside her on the couch, his hand moving around her waist
and holding her close to him.
        He nuzzled her neck slowly and they kissed one last time, a slow,
passionate kiss before the two of them settled down quietly and eventually
fell asleep, naked together on the couch.

        And watching from a thin crack in the doorway, Norman Osborn let
a small, cruel and humorless smile cross his lips.


        Two days later Mary Jane and Harry Osborn stood side by side,
dressed in black and sweltering in the hot summer sun as Gwen Stacy's
body was lowered into the ground.
        His arm was around her shoulder and hers was around his waist,
but no one thought anything strange of it, they were the two closest
people to Gwen in the world and it seemed only natural that they would
comfort each other.
        Gwen's only remaining family stood together, looking decidedly
uncomfortable.  Her Uncle, Arthur Stacy, stood with an arm around the
shoulders of Gwen's tearful cousin, Jill, while his other son, Paul,
stood staring with furious eyes at Gwen's coffin as it was lowered down.
        Just over from them, Mary Jane's Aunt Anna was talking softly
to May Parker.
        That meant Peter would be there somewhere, thought Mary Jane,
and looked around, spotting him standing next to an extremely attractive
young woman and.... Flash Thompson!?!
        "MJ?" asked Harry, feeling her stiffen under his arm.
        "Flash Thompson is here," she whispered,"It's nothing, I just
haven't seen him since he got kicked out of College."
        "Is that Peter Parker he's with?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow
slightly,"He's certainly got his act together since High School, hasn't
he."
        Peter did look good, Mary Jane had to admit, noting how his body
seemed to have filled out somewhat, although he would never be a body
builder he looked to have a good swimmer's build, and he'd also lost his
glasses and actually gotten a hairstyle.  She hadn't seen much of Peter
since High School, despite both going to Empire State University, and he
had turned down Norman Osborn's offer of employment, paying for his
Tuition through Freelance Photography for The Daily Bugle, mainly photos
of Spider-Man, which probably explained what Flash Thompson was doing
there with him.
        "Who is that with him?" asked Mary Jane, unsure if the woman
was with Flash or Peter.... or maybe both, who knew in this day and age.
        "I've no idea," replied Harry, and then their attention went
back to Gwen as The Priest began to speak.

        Following the burial, a small reception was held, but Mary Jane
couldn't stay inside and listen to all the memories of Gwen being brought
up.  As much as she had loved Gwen, she didn't want to dredge up past
memories now, it was too much like Gwen was there.
        She stepped outside and leaned against the wall, sighing as she
tried to sort out some of the conflicting emotions she was feeling.  Part
of her felt guilty over what she and Harry had done, but another part of
her was just pleased to have someone to share her grief, emotions and
life with.
        "FUCKING BITCH!" roared a voice, shocking Mary Jane up, she looked
around, but whoever it was obviously wasn't speaking to her.  She started
around the corner, hearing a woman crying out.
        "No Ned! NO!"
        She rushed around the corner and saw something she never thought
she would ever see.
        Flash Thompson was lying on his back, blinking stupidly, blood
running from his nose as another man stood over him, fists clenched, eyes
bloodshot and veins popping out of his forehead, biceps and neck.  Behind
him, standing shocked, was the woman MJ had seen at the Funeral earlier
with Flash and Peter.
        "Is this the one? HUH?" he roared,"Is this the asshole you've
been FUCKING BEHIND MY BACK!"
        "Ned! You're talking crazy!" cried the woman,"Stop...."
        He turned around and lifted his arm, obviously to strike her
down, and then everything was a blur, Mary Jane unsure what had happened,
unable to believe her eyes at the end result.
        The man - Ned - was slammed against the brick wall of The Reception
Hall, struggling for breath, clutching at his throat as - one
handed - Peter Parker held him several inches off of the ground by the
neck.
        "Don't you ever HIT A WOMAN!" growled Peter, even more furious
than Ned had been moments before,"YOU HEAR ME? YOU HEAR ME!?!"
        Ned just choked, feet kicking uselessly as he scrabbled madly
at Peter's hand.
        "PETER! HE CAN'T BREATH!" sobbed the woman,"LET HIM GO! PETER!"
        Peter blinked rapidly, then his face seemed to fall and he released
Ned, who dropped in a slump to the ground, wheezing pathetically, trying
to catch his breath.
        "I... I'm sorry," gasped Peter, then turned and rushed away,
moving past Mary Jane without even noticing her.
        "Fl... Flash?" asked MJ, stepping forward and helping Flash
to his feet,"Are you all right?"
        "MJ?" asked Flash, looking at her as if surprised to see her,"I
saw you at the Funeral, I didn't know whether to say hello or not...."
        "You're bleeding Flash," she said, and he looked at her strangely,
not comprehending for a second.  Then he remembered and reached up to
touch his nose, wincing slightly at the pain.
        "That's nothing," he muttered,"I got worse on the football field
all the time."
        He turned around and walked over to the woman, who was crouched
next to Ned, asking him if he was all right.  She heard Flash approaching
and cast him a worried look,"Flash please, I don't want any trouble..."
        Flash ignored her, hauling Ned up by his collar, making both
the woman and Mary Jane flinch, expecting a blow.
        Instead Flash, with a cold grin fixed on his face, grabbed Ned
by his hand and pumped it up and down.
        "Pleased to meet you, Ned, my name is Flash Thompson, I was a
friend of the deceased and I went to High School with Peter Parker, who
works with you and your wife at The Daily Bugle, and also brought her along
to The Funeral for emotional support."
        "Emo... emotional support?" muttered Ned, still looking a little
shocked at being manhandled so easily by Peter,"You mean you're... you
and her aren't....?"
        "Oh for the love of, NO NED!" snapped the woman,"I would never
cheat on you!"
        "I just saw you two... and after all the.... I saw red and.... oh
I'm sorry Betty!" he cried, breaking into tears.
        As the two hugged, both crying loudly now, Flash turned away and
smiled in embarrassment at MJ.
        "Buy you a drink?"

        Back inside the Reception Hall, Flash recounted the whole sorry
story to Mary Jane, who was glad to hear something else other than stories
about Gwen.
        When Peter Parker had first gone to work at The Daily Bugle he'd
had a slight relationship with J. Jonah Jameson's Receptionist, and after
they'd ended it she'd started going out with another Bugle Staffer,
reporter Ned Leeds, and eventually married him, becoming Betty Leeds.
        Lately their marriage had been on the rocks, however, and he'd
taken to later and later hours, he had trouble sleeping, she suspected
he was drinking and, as a result of it all combined, was becoming paranoid
and suspicious of her.
        It all sounded plausible, but MJ knew Flash, had been intimate
with him for years, and she knew he was lying.  Besides all that, he could
never know so many intimate details of their life without being involved
somehow, and she also doubted that Betty could have, first, told Peter
all of these intimate details and then, second, that Peter would have
actually been insensitive enough to tell Flash.
        She let it slide, though, she wasn't a part of Flash's life
anymore and besides, who was she to judge, she was screwing the boyfriend
of her recently deceased friend, after all.
        He told her what he had been up to since getting kicked out of
College over bad academic grades and falling achievement on the Football
field, both of which could be traced back to the hard drinking he had
done in his Frat-House.
        For the first few months after being kicked out he'd been in
a rage mostly, but finally, after waking up one morning and lashing out
in panic at the pathetic, broken down old wino staring down at him - and
then realizing that he was looking into a mirror - he'd gotten straight,
joined AA and found a job as an Assistant Physical Education Coach at their
old High School.
        "I tried to contact you to make amends, as part of the 12 Step
Program," he told her,"But I couldn't find your number or anyone that
knew it."
        "I fell out of touch with the old gang," she explained,"And I had
to change my number to an unlisted one, I keep getting hassled by Modeling
Agencies."
        "That's not a bad problem to have," chuckled Flash, sipping at
his Coke,"Anyways, I just wanted to apologize for being such a jerk in
High School, especially after we... you know."
        "Yeah, I know," she chuckled,"Forget about it, Flash, we were
kids and it's a part of my life I've put behind me, you should too."
        He just smiled.


        Harry walked back from the phone booth, giving MJ the thumbs
up before hopping into the car again.
        "Dad says the Paparazzi are all staked out at our more public
houses, I know a place where we can go.... if you want to go with me,
that is."
        Mary Jane grinned, shaking her head at the thought of having a
boyfriend who was followed around by Paparazzi.  Realizing what Harry
might think of her head gesture, she quickly told him yes, she did want
to go with him, and soon they were driving across town.
        Luckily Gwen's Uncle Arthur, via his connections in the Police
Force, had gotten the funeral placed on the Registry under a different
name, to avoid a Media presence, and they hadn't had to worry about
flashing cameras and annoying reporters.  That was part of the reason
Ned hadn't known about where Betty was going, and Peter was obviously a
decent enough sort that he didn't take advantage of his situation as a
photographer to get in any shots of Harry.
        She felt she'd misjudged Peter, he wasn't that nerdy kid from
High School anymore.  That had been amply shown by the way he'd easily
lifted Ned up by one arm, even the heat of the moment couldn't produce
strength like that without something to back it up.
        All of that was unimportant now, though, she was going to go
back to Harry's and she fully meant to properly sleep with him this time.
        That first night they'd 69'ed, the next night they'd held each
other, but tonight, with Gwen buried, she felt that she could put that
past behind her and finally move forward, and she could do that with
Harry.
        "Is anyone else here?" she asked as she stepped through the
door to the apartment twenty minutes later, Harry's coat over
her shoulders.
        "Just you and me, baby," he whispered into her ear, sliding
one hand over her shoulder to cup one of her large, firm breasts as
his other hand slid between her legs.
        She turned her face towards his and they kissed, long and slow
as he gently fondled her, until finally she broke away with a shy grin
and stepped backwards into the lounge.
        "Harry... are we horrible people?" she asked him.
        "No, hey baby no!" he whispered, stepping forward and gently
stroking her cheek,"We're alive.  I loved Gwen, I loved her to death,
and if she were alive today I'd never even consider this.... but we're
alive Mary Jane and we need, and you're the only person I would ever
consider doing this with."
        "It just seems wrong somehow," MJ started, but he cut her off.
        "It's not wrong to feel, Mary Jane, it's how we know we're alive,
and what is this if not the ultimate symbol of life."
        She turned to the couch and he stepped up behind her again,
lightly nibbling at her earlobes, her cheeks, her neck, making her moan
in spite of herself.
        - What am I thinking? - she asked herself, - I already asked
myself these questions, came to the same conclusions, there is nothing
wrong with what I... what WE'RE doing. -
        His hand slid down her dress, the same black dress she'd worn to
Gwen's funeral, and cupped one of her large breasts, lightly rubbing at
her nipple, bringing it to erection as he squeezed and pinched at the
hard little nub of flesh, making MJ groan loudly with pleasure.
        "Oh Harry, Harry!" she moaned,"I need you, I need you so bad!"
        Harry slid his other hand down the flat surface of MJ's stomach,
lifting the hem of her dress up over her crotch, sliding down her white
cotton panties and into the shaven, already moist cleft of her cunt.
        She gasped in delight at the feel of Harry's fingers on her cunt,
rubbing her with an experts touch, lightly parting the outer lips of her
cunt as his middle finger slid it's way inside to explore the soft, warm,
wet depths of her snatch.
        "You like that, MJ?" whispered Harry, thrusting his finger deep
inside of Mary Jane's juicy, desperate slit,"We're going to fuck all night
long, MJ, you and I are going to fuck till the sun comes up."
        "Oh yes Harry," she moaned, his words making her hot, especially
coupled with the feel of his finger pumping in and out of her tight little
cunt-slit.
        She could feel his cock pressing against her ass and it felt
so good, pressing firmly between her cheeks, seeing out the vagina that
his finger was currently sawing in ad out of.  She could feel her cunt
begging for cock, knew that she needed it and, for the first time in her
life, she was desperate for cock.
        "I want it," she moaned, wanting to put her need into words,
to articulate her desire,"I want your cock Harry! I want your cock inside
of me!"
        She stepped forward as his finger was sliding down out of her
cunt, then turned around and threw her arms around his neck, pulling
his lips against hers, kissing him with a passion that was all lust and
none of the desperation that had been in their first kisses, two days
ago.
        As they kissed his arms grabbed the hem of her dress and began to
pull it up over her body, and she stepped away to lift her arms up,
allowing him to pull the black mourning dress off of her body, tossing it
forgotten to the floor.  As he quickly undressed, she unhooked her bra and
let her large tits bounce free, then quickly stepped out of her panties
before she pressed against him again, kissing him with a fiery passion that
seemed doubled now that they could feel their naked flesh against each
other's bodies.
        Her breasts were large and soft and yet hard and unyielding,
totally natural and yet defying gravity with their size and shape.  Her
nipples pressed firmly against his chest, her legs spread wide to allow
his cock, which was squashed against her lower belly and cunt, to slide
between the outer lips of her pussy, teasing her with it's proximity.
        Her tongue moved in and out of his mouth, tasting him and letting
him taste her as they cupped each other's asses and moaned in mutual
need and desire.
        Mary Jane broke the kiss, smiling at him before she stepped
forward and began to slowly kiss down his chest and stomach, lowering
herself down, kissing more and more of him until she was on her knees
and his long, lean cock was pointing right at her ruby red lips.
        She reached up and circled his cock-shaft with her hands, gently
stroking him, eyes locked on the head of his cock, staring right at his
piss-hole, enraptured by the gleaming blob of pre-cum slowly oozing it's
way out of the hole.
        "Come on, MJ," Harry moaned quietly,"Suck me, put it in your
mouth, take my cock in your mouth and suck me off."
        "Oh yes, Harry," moaned MJ with need, and she opened her mouth
wide, leaning forward and taking the head of his cock inside of her,
wrapping her lips hungrily around his shaft and, using just her mouth,
sucked his cock several inches deep down her throat.
        Harry threw back his head and let out a howl of pleasure at the
delightful sensation of having Mary Jane Watson sucking on his cock.  She
was gripping his buttocks firmly, pulling her mouth down further and
further over his cock, bobbing up and down, masturbating him with her
mouth.
        She looked up and grinned at the look of pleasure on Harry's face,
getting a heady sense of satisfaction from knowing she was making him
this hot.  Although she'd sucked Flash off plenty of times, she'd never
acquired a taste for cock, but somehow she knew she could take Harry
Osborn's prick between her lips morning, noon and night and never get
tired of it.


        End 2/5 

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