Spectacularly Ridiculous Spider-Man

by Googlethor

A Self Insert of Peter, with his Uncle Ben long dead, there will LEMONS , This is mix of Comics, Ultimate Universe as well as MCU Timeline, sprinkle in some new spider magic to go with it and OF COURSE, KIDS WHO ARE NOT 20, FUUUUCCCCKKKK OOOFFFF, already, because there will brutality, incest, drugs, hardcore violence and you get the point. So Please don't be hormonal.

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"PETER, WAKE UP SWEETY." His sweet Aunt hollered from downstairs, the delicious aroma of her cooking wafted in his nose along with the smell of yesterday night's blissful shenanigans.

Peter woke up from his mess on the bed. The entire room was littered with papers, clothes, books and such.

He groaned at the thought of having to clean this all before going to School. First Day and he could already see himself being late.

He rushed himself with a quick shower before climbing downstairs for his breakfast. He found his hot sexy Aunt in a Red satin short robe barely tied below her heavy jugs. Half of her jaunty cleavage spilling out of flimsy robe. She had glowing just fucked smile going for herself as she saw her son like nephew come downstairs. She smiled saucily and turned back to the kitchen, stirring the scrambled eggs and flipping the omelette. Peter felt his dick straining in his jeans at the sight of those sexy round under cheeks jutting from the short satin robe.

Peter put his school bag on the kitchen chair all the while admiring the hypnotic moves of his Aunt's sexy butt to the music invisible to all except her. She shook that sexy round ass with a bounce that could compete with the best woofer of a Sound System.

Peter pressed himself against her, hugging her hip to butt, chest to back nuzzling in her neck, he cupped her round huge mountain tits testing the weight of them. Squeezing them gently he extracted an appreciative sigh from his curvy milf of an Aunt.

"Looking Good," He complimented the cooking dishes, totally, "What's for breakfast?" He casually ground himself against her shapely ass cornering her against the kitchen counter, May felt his hardness poking in her and rubbed her ass in return, feeling horny and delighted as the hefty package rested on the curve of her back. She was breathtakingly beautiful and curvy, a true definition of Milf.

Her naturally Italian accent with the sweet Susy homemaker specs made her all the more appealing but only he was the one who was ploughing this piece of art.

She adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose and turned around to greet Peter.

"Hey sweety, Good Morning." She gazed in his chestnut eyes and pulled him in her motherly embrace as their lips collided into a not so familial and totally incestuous kiss. Both their lips seeked the other's wet invading tongue as hot strands of minty saliva were exchanged with a passion between two lovers.

Both their tongues duelled for dominance, exploring the deep passion sucking off those lips. Peter captured those heavenly, juicy plump lips in his and May was quick in response as she pulled him deeper in her mouth with her fingers tugging on his hairs towards her tongue. She swallowed their combined juices and swirled her tongue for more as she spun and roughly pushed him back against the counter.

His one hand settled on her right perky spherical boob as the other pawed at her bubbly bouncy butt.

"Hmmmm." A hissing moan escaped from her throat as they both ground their cores into each other, she tightly squeezed herself into his embrace rubbing her hardened nubs onto his, a delightful shiver coursed through her clit, she was quick to dig her nails into his muscular back through his Midtown High T-shirt and May was quickly reminded of previous night's brutal banging and even after that her nephew's libido was unquenchable so it seems.

Both their wetness poured onto each other's tongues before they separated for the much needed oxygen. A bridge of glistening saliva connected to both of their lips.

Looking at her pink bow shaped petals for lips, Peter had the intense urge to suck on them and extract the deliciousness of the morning mint of her toothpaste.

"Huff, Huff." They were panting at the lack of oxygen and gulped long gulps of oxygen as desire for more bloomed in Peter's eyes. They smiled at each other as his fingers hiked the mid thigh smooth red robe above the curve of her heart shaped doughy, bouncy butt.

Taking special care to caress the soft skin as he went lower to the forbidden, May shivered as jolts of pleasure ignited in her clit and travelled the distance of her spine.

His fingers rode in the valley of her nether depths with teasing touches to the smooth, swollen pussy petals and he firmly parted them in two opposite directions before plunging two middle fingers in her vaginal depths and started scraping the roof inside, which rested just below her clit, his thumb was quick to follow in capturing her puffy angry red clit and pinning it down as a captive.

May swatted his hands away from her as she rubbed her swollen pussy lips soothingly and panted, "Still sore, Sweetheart." Peter ignored the comment and grabbed her by those meaty ass cheeks and pulled her back into another toe curling kiss. Lifting her up she was quick to wrap those thick, long sensual thighs around his strong muscular waist, she threaded her fingers in his soft hair and pulled him deeper into her mouth as she dominated the kiss this time, moaning like a lass.

But Peter had other ideas as he walked and placed her hefty jiggling ass cheeks on the Kitchen table.

She kept her legs and arms wrapped around him and resumed kissing him passionately, both of them were moaning into each other's mouths and wrapping her tongue around him she ground her panty covered crotch on his jean covered boner.

Peter gently rubbed both of his thumbs on her twin red satin mounds for tits, eliciting a wanton moan from her throat into his and the hardening of her hard eraser like pink nipples.

Peter grabbed those big fat tits and squeezed them to his heart's content, May eyes rolled in on itself at the delightful simulations running from her nipples to her hardwired clitoris.

Peter was too good at knowing her triggers.

She grabbed him by his hair and pulled him into her soft cushions. Only the beeping of the coffee machine brought her back to reality, even though Peter continued uninterrupted.

She felt the triangle of her panty being pushed aside and her nephew's thick fingers fiddling her clit with circles. Thumbing her hard he was quick to bring her a small release for herself. Like a limpet she clutched him tightly as she bucked herself in the air and rode out her sweet orgasm, all while Peter hugged her tight and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

Before things could go out of hand and there was no coming back and Peter possibly getting late for high-school that too on his first day, Aunt May pushed him back with a shove to his chest, swatting away the hand that tried to grope her melons even as she tried to stabilise her breathing.

Panting softly, her giant sets heaved for air, "Enough mister, I am still sore from last night and if you wanted your fill, you should have gotten up early." She jumped down from the counter unsteadyily on her legs and turned back to the breakfast and started pouring coffee for both of them.

"My fill? When did you get your share?" Peter asked his curvy, smoking Milfy Aunt. May suddenly realising her mistake turned around looking sheepish.

"Uhm, Morning?" She mumbled at getting caught over her Blowjob heist. 'Oh, he was so not going to let her go without reliving her balls, and she was so sore down there. Her cunt was red puffy raw from the previous night's heavy assault.' She discreetly turned back to kitchen to avoid the unavoidable, Peter and her had a deal, he would work an extra summer job instead of staying indoors and playing games all day with his friend Ned and in return every night and morning she would make sure he was not blue balled.

Turning to the table she laid out the dishes for breakfast with a pot of strong coffee, hoping that her nephew will leave her alone and not demand for a quickie, she was so fucking sore after the last night's four hour and countless orgasm session.

"Wait, don't tell me?" Peter exclaimed accusingly, pointing a finger at her.

Aunt May gave a bashful, embarrassed smile folding her hands below her mighty breasts to emphasise them in his direction and distract him as she cupped her boobs in opposite palms, Peter's eyes were swift to follow the subtle fondling his Aunt actions were providing him.

'Damn, those were some of the best tits he had laid eyes on.' His traitorous mind whispered.

"Yep! While you were asleep like a log, I had my morning protein shake. I need it for my workout after all, honey." She winked at him with a naughty cute smirk doing the cylindrical up and down motion with both of her hands which she knew he liked the most on his cock.

"Now," Aunt May continued, "Come, Have your scrambled eggs and I also made Omelettes for both of us, your school bus should be here within 20 minutes."

"You blew me while I was sleeping?" It was more of a statement than a question from Peter as he suddenly understood why she was glowing in the morning when neither of them were morning folk.

They hated mornings. They usually fucked in the mornings, that is exactly how the entirety of their summer holidays passed. It was either him sticking it in her or her taking him in her mouth, that's how the other party usually comes awake.

"Seriously?" Peter questioned, annoyed, "And you didn't even wake me up!"

"And you," She directed an annoyed glance in his direction, "still slept throughout my deepthroating, your orgasm and you blame me for not waking you up. How the fuck is anyone supposed to wake a person who can sleep through an Orgasm? And either way I am still way too sore from last night Honey and you are late, Do Not Forget it's Your First Day Of High-school Today. And I will not allow you to skip school on the first day, just because you want to fuck a pussy that you plowed the previous night, pretty roughly infact might I add." She admonished him in her strict motherly tone pushing him towards the chair.

"That's cheating!" Peter whined, taking a seat with a visible bulge in his pants. He adjusted his dick in front of her eyes, noticing as she tracked the movement with her eyes.

Unknowingly, May wet her lips with a lick imagining the tightness of her throat as the mammoth cock of her nephew throbbed in her oesophagus, his swollen balls in her hands as she fondled them to extract the goodness out of them directly in her throat, the goey delight of sweetness guzzling in her throat and the musky smell of his seed on her breath while she greeted her colleague Rio from FEAST.

She shook her head off of her dirty thoughts and glared at the smirking little shit. But she will remain firm, this was her chance at revenge, many times she was woken up in the middle of night with her insides squeezing the long log of meat and her beauty sleep was ruined. She was not letting this chance go to waste.

"It is cheating, right. Taste your own medicine for once Honey." She teased him ruffling his combed hair into a well mannered hairstyle and Peter was left sighing in exasperation, she always ruined his hairstyles into classy swept aside style. He looked like he was Harry Asshole Osborn for fucks sake, he oozed rich with such an hairstyle and combined with glasses, there was no escaping the Rich Nerd.

"That's unfair." Peter stabbed his fork into the plate in frustration from having blue balls.

"Don't worry I'll make it up to you." May sympathised while serving him a glass of orange juice and scrambled eggs.

"You said that last time as well, and before that as well for that matter." Peter accused her with a pout as he took a spoonful of delicious perfectly cooked scrambled eggs. An involuntary moan escaping in appreciation.

Aunt May smiled at her love and took a seat beside him, "I am really sorry honey, We don't have time, your bus will be here any minute now. And stop moaning like a child, it doesn't suit you and that's my job."

"Sure is." Peter muttered grumpily, annoyed he shoved big mouthfuls of Toast and scrambled eggs before taking a sip of his Orange juice to wash it down.

"Slow down, Petey," She admonished him, already understanding this attitude, "Or else you'll choke on your eggs and you are not as good as me when it comes to taking it deep."

Peter totally ignored her attempt at double innuendo as he scooped big bites with occasional sips of juice and within a minute he had completely cleaned the plate of scrambled eggs.

"Seriously?," Aunt May asked, pissed with Peter's sulking attitude, "Honey? You hear me?"

Peter turned a deaf ear in her direction, May's left eye twitched in annoyance and irritation as he ignored her. She exhaled out her emotions and started again.

"Pete sweety, I promise you I'll clean my backdoor and prepare it for you after you come back from school." She promised him naughtily, whispering in his ear, hoping this will cheer him up.

"Peter, Hon, I'll even wear the sexy lingerie you brought for me and we will do it on the sex wing. Come on now, don't be such a whiner." Aunt May pouted cutely in her glasses doing her best to cheer up her upset nephew to no avail.

Peter heard it but completely ignored her when he remembered his cum filled balls wailing in pain for a release.

She looked at her nephew as he ignored all her attempts, even as a vein on her forehead ticked with rage at Peter's attitude lately when it came to getting his balls unloaded and this was just one of the ways he had misbehaved with her. Now he had so crossed her limits and she had to show him.

"Stop ignoring me, Peter Benjamin Parker." May terrorized him with her eyes.

Peter kept silent, this was nothing new, he was the dominant one between the two of them, playing with the fork, he nonchalantly glanced at the time, 15 more minutes before the bus arrived. May followed his eyes before sighing in exasperation at her nephew's childish behaviour.

She glared at him through the corner of her eyes. '15 minutes should be enough.' A small voice whispered from the back of her brain.

"Fine, you horny motherfucker, out with it." She snapped angrily in his direction, getting up from her chair and pulling Peter out of his and forcefully throwing him on the breakfast table.

"Fucking Finally." Peter grinned in victory at having won the silent give in.

Peter looked as his irritated Aunt went down on her knees as she grabbed him by his belt and started undoing it. Peter was quick to help her as he unhooked his button and pulled his fly down.

"Oh, Aunt May you are the best, Don't worry keep your asshole clean and well lubricated, I'll bring something to eat, I'll fuck you till you can't walk straight for the rest of the evening, night and tomorrow morning and we will continue it in the Jacuzzi after that." Peter hissed out through clenched teeth as May squeezed his balls harder than necessary for his cheek. This was the very reason she was sore in the first place. He had fucked her unconscious and she came back to find him still slamming in her abused pussy before they finally fell asleep.

Aunt May grabbed his jeans and boxers and pulled them down to his knees. She was greeted with the beautiful monster that always hid inside her son's pants slapping on her angry face.

She jerked back instinctively to avoid it but one could never predict its collision course.

The semi-hard cock that was the size of the length of her palm and some three inches quickly grew and grew to reach the length of her elbow, she could never understand the phenomenon that was Peter's dick, cocks are not supposed to grow four times their base size, but Peter's, Nope, it was decently above average when just soft, a size that just made a girl nervous and craving women lick their lips in delight as they expected it grow to the size that'll make their pussies quiver in excitement, but her son like nephew's cock grew four times its initial size in length and girth and then only the pro bitches eyes grew wide with anticipation and impatience.

It was freaky in nature so much so that she needed to use two full palms in sync for a handjob alone, that was such an exercise. But when it was inside her, it was unexplainable in every sense and words. It stretched and strained the walls of her pink insides so delightfully she sometimes slept with its fullness completely embedded in her depths. That was an experience for sure.

It was like two huge cocks wrapped in one and it was such a beautiful specimen, definitely one of its kind.

"If you are going to fuck me again, then I'll have to take a leave from work today and you better save your stamina Petey and I am warning you today you will do everything I say, no demanding, forcing, dominating or anything or you will have to find a new mouth to suck you because I will not for the entire month." May admonished as she jacked the towering beast.

"What seriously, Why though? My balls are always swollen you can have them anytime, why can't I fuck anyone, I was hoping for a reuniting fuck with Mrs Warren today." Peter said nervously as his Aunt left his cock, She was not going to leave him hanging was she?

His concerns were unfounded as Peter looked down where his Aunt May had made a small well out of her palms and spat a tiny pool of saliva and started smearing it all over his towering pillar head.

"Oh, Fuck." He sighed.

"Who is Mrs Warren again?" May asked, arching her eyebrow, squeezing him tightly to the point of discomfort.

"Ow, Ow, Sorry May, I promise I won't fuck her and it's the new physics teacher that joined in the second semester last year. The African-american one, who is always in a pants-suit." Peter hissed out clutching the table behind him. Two minutes had already passed and they had to be quick.

May glared at him, "I remember her and if I am not mistaken she is the wife of Mr Warren the previous physics teacher who was transferred to the Uni, Am I Right?"

She squeezed the base and went up, squeezing her grip tighter and tighter, completely cutting off the blood supply as she reached the angry purple corona and held it strong, while she waited for an answer from her bullheaded nephew when it came to anything with a pussy.

At Peter's sharp inhalation, May pumped the bulbous corona tight.

"Ouch, ouch, May, Yes she is married, but we are very careful and her husband doesn't fuck her so I do, she is only with him because she does not want a divorce as she is not financially well off. Fuck, Fuck, Aunt May, I promise, I'll come back with my balls full." Peter didn't know if angering his Aunt was such a good idea.

Seeing that her threat was well understood, May relaxed the grip and a sigh of relief escaped Peter.

'Damn, Aunt May is very very scary when she wants to be.' Peter thought.

"Now don't take long and cum fast, we don't have any more than fifteen minutes, so I am going to do this as fast as I can." She pulled the strings of her red shimmery satin robe freeing the delightful heavy pierced melons from its confines, she looked up as she invited Peter to play with them as she knew that could help her win against the time.

She spat another mouthful in the valley between her breasts, and resumed pumping his cock from base to the hilt using proper cylindrical motions.

Pete saw the red painted nails of hers dragging on the veins of his cock collecting the wetness, Peter shivered in pleasure as the air cooled his warm dick.

She wrapped her juicy lips around his head and bobbed her head on the first four inches with a rapid pace while her hand did their own magic to his balls. Peter looked down into the mountain valley of her tits as May played with his shaft.

May looked up in the pleasure filled eyes of her nephew and met his eyes and gave a sexy wink as she started deep throating him till halfway and smeared him with her spit.

Looking into her smoky eyes Peter saw her smile with his meat in her mouth even as she slightly applied enough pressure on his balls to scale the fine line between pain and pleasure.

His hands shot to her scalp as he gripped her silk strands tightly as bolts of lightning travelled his nerves and white flashed in his eyes.

There was extra spit being produced from her salivary glands to accommodate the huge meat lodged in her throat and Peter was shivering in pleasure as the pumping motion stirred the boiling cum in his balls.

May felt the warm rod throb in her mouth and she smiled in pride with a mouthful of long cock as her eyes brought her the fruit she desired. Oh how she can't wait for his cum to splash in her mouth coating her tongue as her tastebuds screamed in delight.

He looked at the faint webs of veins visible on her tit flesh and the straight narrow waist that followed it, her smiling but exasperated fond face clearly visible, if he had to compare he would say that she resembled Ava Addams in body shape and giant tits, narrow but long stomach and voluptuously wide asscheeks for a rump, an extremely close resemblance to an hourglass, unlike simple curves on just waist. Her face, though, resembled exactly like that of Tom Holland's Aunt May. Sweet and Sexy.

A sharp square face, small smoking eyes, a cute straight nose and long, as in below waist length long dark hair and a small smattering of freckles below her neck with a sultry smile, it just made her all the more fucking desirable to be frank.

Peter brought his hands to her hefty twin mounds with very small areolas but hard pink nipples with a piercing ring on each of her nubs.

Whereas his Aunt had started on her quest to smear him with her tongue bath all over his shaft. She opened her mouth wide to the extreme of its capability as she once again took his dome like mushroom head between juicy locked lips, swirling her tongue in circles she released him with a wet-pop that came from repeated practice.

Peter felt the delightful shivers travel from the tip of his cock to his spine. He closed his eyes in appreciation as the sounds of her sucking his head filled the room.

May groaned, 'Ungh' in delicious pain and hummed with a throatful of his cock as Peter pulled on the rings of her pierced nipples.

He threaded his left hand in her hair and held his dick in his right before he thrust one fourth his cock deep in the depths of her gullet before he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, he pulled his dick out and slapped it on her face with squelching sounds and once again thrust in her wide open mouth and Aunt May gulped his big fat cock with practice that come after years.

The exquisite tightness of her throat and the soft scraping of her teeth as she plunged him in her confines again and again sent shots of nirvana through his being travelling through every nerve.

She grabbed onto his muscular butt as Peter repeatedly pulled her mouth near the hilt of his cock.

May followed a rhythmic bobbing of her head taking him in as deep as she could and milked her palms all over the remaining cock, swirling her slick fingers over the remaining area, her throat squeezed the excess saliva through her salivary glands and onto his cock with bubbling bubbles trapped in her spit which she used to coat the big balls of his one at a time, massaging them thoroughly.

Peter groaned into the air as beads of sweat gleamed on his forehead and noticed the time.

Seven more minutes.

She pulled back for a breather. "How do you like that? Is Mommy doing a good job sucking Petey's big fat cock?"

"Uh huh, Wonderful." Peter hissed out pushing three fingers in her mouth reaching her gullet and coating his fingers in her salivary strands before bringing them back to the small hardened nubs of pillowy soft boobs and pinching them. May shivered as her small eraser nubs were simulating her entire fun bags.

She pulled his cock between the valley of her big fat tits and jacked his dick in its confines before she started bouncing tits, trapping him between her pillowy softness and May played with his head in her mouth. She created a strong suction that she knew would make Peter go crazy with pleasure.

"Motherfucker, always wants to fuck, why don't you become an escort Petey, I promise you, I'll personally find the ladies who can cheat on their husbands for this mammoth donkey dick." Aunt May got into her dirty talking, spinning her nephews favourite kinks, cheating wives especially milfs.

Looking up, she observed Peter with closed eyes and breathing deeply, his hands resting his weight on her head. He was a good boy, if only a bit, okay not a bit, but a lot hornier than your average teen.

He cared and took care of the house and her in all the ways, he was the Man of the house and then after Ben, he was all she had. He may not be her blood, but they were nonetheless more than that, they were the bestest of friends, there was nothing that Peter didn't confide in with her, he was more than a son and a fuckbuddy.

In his puberty, his libido skyrocketed, he was always big but during that time around it went beyond normal proportions and there was never a time when he was not without a tent in his pants and he was always so shy when around her. She discreetly left magazines, outlets of that nature and even porn on his laptop to show him what's going on with him down there.

It was her who gave him the Talk and porn was just too much for him, it escalated from there, he masturbated sure, but his dick never went down and he started looking at her differently, comparing her to what he saw on porn.

He became obsessed with fucking her, it started innocent, compliments, then casual long hugs, closed kisses on the lips and then one day when she was horny.

They both did it and she never regretted it after that, there was no going back after getting an experience from then average but magnificent dick, and now it was just a hulking beast bigger than the black cocks that he watched on porn.

Peter looked in her eyes as she went back to taking him deep inside her slippery wet mouth, his dick still trapped in the pillows of her heavenly double GGs.

The room was filled with her wanton slurps. Her left cheek dented like a chipmunk with his mushroom head trapped in there.

He played with the rings on her hardened nubs, tugging and twisting them, driving her crazy with wanton moans of a slut, he had personally pierced both of her nipples, mauling the flesh in his palms, he observed as she closed her eyes and hummed with his cock in her gullet in appreciation to his ministrations.

Strong stimulating vibrations travelled his mammoth dick and Peter was left thrusting in her mouth as a result while the lower half of his meat enjoyed the bouncing confines of Aunt May's G-Cup Natural Boobs.

She pulled back completely and gulped it back down her gullet and Peter moaned in shivers as his knees became weak and he took a seat above the dining table, May followed him on top of the chair and now with a comfortable height Peter roughly pulled her head to intake his cock completely pushing nearly everything in the tightness of her squeezing oesophagus.

The air in her lungs left her and Peter knew what got his Aunt leaking, her eyes rolled in the back of her head as the need for air became pronounced, but Peter held her tight for a few more seconds before giving her a breather. Asphyxiation was her kink. Her pussy clenched on empty air in reflex and her hips ground her pussy on the chair's edge as her clit tingled at the brutal face-fucking Peter was bestowing on her.

Peter being the naughty boy he is, smirked at her as he slapped her boobs with a resounding smack that joined the obscene sucking sounds confined to the room. She jumped at the sheer suddenness and felt her breastbone heave in excitement and sizzling pain as the wet walls of her throat clamped itself against his hot shaft in response. While her sore pussy clenched itself in jealousy of her overstuffed abused throat.

Peter continued pinching the left pierced tit upwards and caught her nipple between his squeezing fingers and started grazing his thumbnail on her nub and coerced it back into hardness. Her angry hardened nubs cried in reddish pink due to his rough treatment and sent electric shocks down her clit.

But she kept suckling his cock as deep as she could, she was yet to reach her ultimate goal of taking him completely to the hilt and even though she was unsuccessful his big balls still slapped her chin, that's how big they were.

Aunt May pulled out his cock from her clampshell gullet and sqeezed her mountains with her left hand and used her right to rub the tip of his head in circles on her tiny dollar sized nipples, she moaned in erotic abandon as her crinkled nubs were stretched good.

Peter kept thrusting full throttle in the confines of Aunt's tits as she fucked him back with her gigantic tits wrapped around his monster and she bounced those big fat tits. Peter still fucking her tits leaned down to take her soft lips in his and the both battled heavily to dominate the kiss.

Her tongue explored the far depths of his mouth as she let wad after wad of her spittle flow from her mouth and lubricate the valley of her squeezed breasts which Peter was still thrusting while groaning with delight into the hot kiss.

Looking in his doe-like chestnut eyes even as she passionately kissed him, she conveyed him to use her and Peter was all but waiting for it.

He was back on his feet.

He took her shoulders in his hands as he pounded in those magically sexy tits, groaning and humping away as he worked for his peak to hit. He was so very close and Aunt May could sense it very well as the beast trapped in her tits throbbed harder than her heartbeat, she pulled away from his kiss and took his cock's first three inches making repeated dents in the left cheek of her mouth.

She wrapped her lips around his crown and hummed wetly sending chill vibrations all over his nervous centre which had him bucking his hips and pummeling her tits, bringing her near to her orgasm with stimulation to her tits alone. And that was a magic of Peter's cock that being in its presence alone was enough to make someone orgasm with anticipation itself.

Keeping the head in her mouth, she jacked off the remaining length in a corkscrew motion, coating the wetness all over her amazing breasts and pumping in between them.

"Oh, May like that, just like that, don't stop, we still have three minutes." She kept flicking her tongue on the glistening veins bathing him with wet swipes of her tongue.

Peter sqeezed those firm, piliable tits around his giant cock and started fucking the valley of her large tits, May took the peeking head in her mouth everytime Peter slammed into her mouth.

"Oh May, you are so Sexy." Peter groaned at the sleazy sight of his Aunt below him, with her satin Robe just hanging on her tight, curvy frame. Her hair was a sexy dishevelled mess mixed with sweat and her own spit.

"Yeah? you like that, you like that your Aunt like mother sucking your dick." May called out to the fact she definitely considered him as her son and got off on it too.

"Uh huh, Oh fuck, any second now." Peter groaned as his hips pumped in her boobjob.

"I bet you love it when I do this." Aunt May took him as far as she could and tried going deeper towards her ultimate goal of taking this mammoth completely down her throat, she looked up as still some three inches were left out.

She bunched up her hairs in a ponytail and handed it to her nephew, he clearly knew what to do with it as she braced herself to the table.

Gluck Gack Gack Gack…

Peter hammered his cock in her mouth as he face fucked her to the extreme speeds as only a minute was all remaining before his bus arrived. He used both of his hands to pull her slutty sweet mouth on his thick cock again and again as he cut off her air.

She flattened her tongue as his bulbous head appeared again and again and slammed itself down the depths of her gullet, all this brutal treatment was enough to make her pussy gush her nectar on the cushion of the chair and make a big sticky wet spot.

Peter shivered as jolts of pleasure pushed him to the inevitable and May's throat clamped on his cock with its delicious friction.

It was not long before Peter's balls swelled in size and his dick ballooned in her sticky throat as he positioned his dick in and out, before all the content of his balls were rewarded to her for her efforts in the firm thick gooey cum directly being unloaded into her stomach.

Peter reached down and twisted the nipple mixed with a hard pulling gesture and his Aunt May joined him in her own second small orgasm as both their bodies quaked and thrummed with orgasmic pleasure.

The grip on her ponytail loosened and she quickly pulled his still spewing dick out of her gullet but kept it in her mouth as she kept gulping the heavenly taste of cum. Her taste buds danced in delight.

She blindly reached for the coffee mug and held his dick aimed at it. Peter kept shooting his warm cum as the base of the mug was filled with a noticeable thickness before he was spent.

His legs were shaking with effort to remain stable as the horn of the school bus blared from below the apartment.

"Quick, get up, now zip your jeans or you'll be late on the first day." His aunt May croaked with a raw throat and Peter heard her with half attention as he was still shaking from his orgasm.

He pulled his pants up and took his school bag waving a goodbye to his Aunt who was pouring coffee to his semen filled mug as she rubbed the excess cum on her chest as lotion. A sweaty Peter ran out of the door and towards the lift which was luckily open.

She pulled herself back towards her phone as she called her boss for a sick leave and seeing as how her throat was a wheezing mess it was a very convincing act as she was granted a day off.

She soothed her throat with the delicious coffee mixed with her nephew's burbling cum. It was a soul soothing beverage for sure.

"Two more inches." She whispered to herself of her ultimate goal.

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The instant the bell chimed ground floor Peter was out of the elevator and sprinting the first left corner and into the streets of his neighbourhood in Queens, meanwhile the honking of the Bus became more urgent and blaring, his school bag dangled from his shoulder as he ran.

He dodged the pedestrians just as the bus left the corner and he saw his so-called nemesis of this universe Flash Thompson waving at him mockingly with a middle finger through the window.

Peter sighed at this guy's last decade's childish behaviour. His hand went to his bag as he opened the buckle holding his skateboard secure.

The speeding bus had long crossed his range of running and he had no intention of running faster than Quicksilver to catch that bus. Who knows if that guy is present or not in this universe, with this world being strictly no mutant.

Looking at his mobile phone for the time, Peter calculated the speed of the bus, the speed he needs to achieve to catch the bus with the shortest route and all of this happened in his brain subconsciously and within a fraction of a second.

He threw the skateboard on the ground with a practice that only a regular skater knows. He jumps on his board and skates the narrow alleys with an urgency as he knew that getting late on the first day meant a lecture on the importance of being on time by his Principal Morita, 'And then he will mention about his great grandfather who was in the howling commandos with Captain America.'

A shiver put genuine effort in his speeding at the remainder of that military speech which he can already imagine his principal practising in the mirror in anticipation for the not so lucky late students.

That reminded him about his hot physics professor. Peter instantly messaged her with a "Be Ready" and a smiling devil emoji.

He was so going to quench the lustful fire of her pussy today. Aunt May's promise long forgotten. Peter took another shortcut as he parkoured a small narrow alley on his skateboard.

In the distance ahead he heard the signature honking of his School's Bus driver. He accelerated his wheels as the bus came into view, he narrowly dodged someone's stray cat as the poor little fella hissed in retaliation, "Sorry" He yelled.

The bus was just about to make a stop at the next student's house except Peter didn't know that this was a student's stop, thus he increased the thumping of his right foot on the pavement footwalk as he out stretched his hand to grab the door's side bars, when the bus started slowing and Peter followed it's lead.

Just as he applied brakes to his board, out of nowhere he was pulled to a halt as the bus came to a stop in front of his nose, he looked back to see a girl in short ass hugging jean skirt and white sweatshirt grabbing him by his bag.

"An inch more and you would've been a splatter on the road." Liz commented with an upset glare just as her hand trembled at how close of an encounter this was. 'Why the fuck can't he ever be on time to catch the school bus.'

"I had it." Peter flipped back, turning around to properly look at the girl who had saved him, even though he had it, Yes he did.

"Sure, you did!" She intensified her glare with arching eyebrows and stared at him with red blazing coals in her eyes and let go of his bag with a snort of disbelief.

Turning around Peter was met with a somewhat familiar face of a smooth caramel tone, cheeks huffing in dark red even as her eyes reflected concern, "Liz? Oh my God Liz is that you, I totally didn't recognize you, you look different, like damn." Peter whistled in appreciation to the developing beauty in front of him. She had gone from sweet and cute to sweet, sexy, cute and hot.

'Just damn.' Peter's eyes without his conscious permission travelled to her chest squeezed in what he knew to be a push-up bra from experience.

'Oh my God is he checking me out, Yes!, Fucking finally bitch!' She yelled internally as pink blushed her cheeks, she was so going to thank her sweet mom today for all her help in the gym and those small tips on makeup to advice on boys. She had been developing a crush on one Peter Parker from last semester and she had tried every single thing to gain his attention, so much so that she was beyond frustrated when the entire year he didn't even glance at her with interest, only casual Hi, Hello's. And now finally the Sexy Smart Nerd acknowledged her.

Oh she was gonna dance.

Peter was such a genuinely good person inside and out, and everyone knew that and there were currently three girls who were pinning after him, hoping he would take notice of them and ask them out on a date but she had observed that he was not one to give any attention to girls like her, he was more interested in ogling the tits of married Mrs. Warren. He was a Nerd to the very last cell who probably had a secret stash of hentai hidden somewhere.

So to get him was not to wait for him to make the move, it was TO force him into making the move and it was her and her alone that is going to snag him this year and keep him for life. He was just everything and so much more. 'He was the best and he was gonna be her's.'

"Liz? You live here?", Peter asked in astonishment at the big luxurious three floored house, it was big enough to house a party, "Awesome! This is so close to my house, like just six blocks away, can you believe that? If I had known this, I could've totally asked you for all the missed homework, assignments and what not. Damn what a missed chance. Right?" Peter sighed in disappointment at the misfortune. Every fucking time he had to call for Ned, who even though a great friend was not a good explainer, more so while on the phone when it came to homeworks.

Liz was in a complete silent withdrawal as she reminisced over the words Peter just spoke, 'Only six blocks and they never even met by chance except today, she could've had the entire holidays to get close to him and lay the groundwork to get him to ask her out and then there was this self obsessed git who instead of being interested at the prospect of spending quality time with a close friend was more interested in homeworks and Assignments. Ugh!, Oh how she sometimes hated the clueless Peter Parker more than she loved the smart, intelligent, good-guy Petey Parker.' She couldn't help herself as her frustration at him increased ten folds. He was so very interested in homework rather than spending time with a girl.

It was all the fault of his best mate Ned for getting him into Star Wars, Lego and what not. Already he was so much into everything that was Science, Maths and more study related stuff. She sighed in silent frustration as Peter checked her house, at least he knows her house now and maybe they will have more visits between them in future. Fingers crossed!

Peter buckled his skateboard back and looked inside the bus just as Flash handed Ned five bucks. The Bus blared its horn, waiting for them. Liz was the first to climb the stairs as she sashayed her well developing narrow waist and smooth long legs and hips, pretty sure that Peter would be checking her out with wide open eyes.

'Oh how, she couldn't wait for him to ask her out.' She thought giddily even though she was pissed at him a second earlier.

She turned back expecting Peter's stunned eyes gawking at her pert round ass. Only, it wasn't meant to be, as this nutcracker of an idiot was busy fist bumping his best friend Ned Leeds through the open window.

'Ugh.' She sighed in exasperation at this clueless nerd, she turned in to take a seat beside her friend and the school's news anchor Betty Brant, just as Peter passed them both to join his friend to the very back of the bus. 'Pretty sure these idiots will start talking about Lego.' And she had zero interest in that topic to have any conversation with him and he hated every topic that she had an interest in like Fashion, Hollywood, and such, but the topic that they had an interest were totally something you would expect from a Nerd, like she was pretty damn certain that Peter knew more about Tony Stark than Tony Stark knew about himself.

Which he actually did by the way, because he was a Self insert. How ironic! Right?

Peter took a seat with Ned in the very back where everyone left them alone except one idiot. Flash glared at both of them like he would punch their noses.

"Let me guess, he bet that I am going to be late to school on the first day." Peter deadpanned, looking Flash in the eye like he was an idiot.

"And he lost." Ned smirked, showing off his money with a glee, free lunch today! The bus started moving towards the next passenger stop.

Flash gave them both a stink eye, "Shut up, Penis Parker.", before he was back with his group of goonies.

"Say Hi from me to your girlfriend Sally." Peter smiled as Flash looked at him like he would punch the shit out of him. Only they both knew that he couldn't, firstly because Peter was actually strong enough to not maybe take on Flash, but hit strong enough and definitely run faster than him and Ned was fat enough to handle the rest of Flash's gang, while they both tousled.

He still couldn't believe that a good hearted person like Flash could turn out to be what he was now, in fact at one point young Peter was sure flash could go on to become a boxer or something professional in a sport, but now all he cared about was upping one above Peter.

"I purchased the new Lego death star, wanna build it with me." Ned nudged Peter out of his musings.

"What?" An astonished Peter asked, "That's insane, how many pieces are there in it."

Remember this?

"Probably more than 3000." Ned said, handing him a Star Wars Lego figurine.

"Maybe, I'll try to adjust my schedule for the next few weeks." Peter sighed at the reminder of his never ending work.

"Didn't you say you left that pizza delivery job and you were just doing it because your Aunt didn't want you at home playing games all day." Ned looked out of the window to see who the next student was as the bus came to a stop.

"Ha," Flash yelled from ahead at where he sat, "As if, anyone in their sane mind will ever hire Penis Parker for any job, and even if he was hired, he was most likely fired the instant the employee saw the genius that was Peter Parker." Hearing that joke, Flash along with his girlfriend and Kong roared in laughter.

"Ha Good one Flash, don't tell me you have more than three brain cells to come up with that joke, I always thought three as your highscore." Peter tipped his imaginary glass in congrats.

The bus came to a stop as the inmates continued laughing loud this time at Peter's joke.

Ned and Peter settled down as Flash kept insulting Peter.

Only Peter and Ned ignored these three idiots of merry misseres with practised ease like they were doing since pre-school.

"Fat people who laugh a lot are prone to easy Heart Attacks." The new student aka Michelle Jones commented as she climbed inside to the scene of these bullies, probably bullying someone with their mean comments.

Hearing this rebuke, everyone in the Bus except these three burst out laughing as Kong clutched his chest as he wheezed for breath from his coughing fit, his face a sweaty mess of fear. Looking at this new scene, everyone including the Bus driver Stan bubbled with uncontrolled laughter.

She knew better than most how it felt to be the centre of unnecessary attention. Some of the new students scooted over to invite her, but she ignored them all and traversed to the very back seats, where she recognized the losers of her grade lounged in like they owned those seats.

Which they actually did as they had claimed those seats by sticking their chewed gums below the seat and everyone thought they were better off imagining on what exactly they were sitting on top of, everyone except the one who doesn't know, which is her in this case.

"Move aside losers." She deadpanned as she took the corner window seat.

"What's with this new title everyone is bestowing upon us?" Ned asked at random and Peter agreed with his best friend with a nod and turned towards the new girl looking for an answer.

She took a seat to the far left corner and settled into gazing past the busy New Yorkers. Peter and Ned couldn't help themselves as they looked at eachother like a gaping fish with wide open mouths, this was not the first time someone had ignored them, but a new student showing such blatant disdain towards them, that's totally new. Peter and his buddy didn't bother the new girl as she didn't seem to respond then with how engrossed she was in reading her book.

Meanwhile Peter pulled out his new Ghost Cube, it was counted as one of the hardest cubes to solve, it was completely white in colour from all sides, but rather than having square shapes, one would find triangles of small and big and various different degrees and angles of quadrilateral.

Peter was very much hardcore pro when it came to Rubik's. Before he had arrived in this body, the previous five year old Peter was given a 3x3 Rubik's cube as a birthday present from his mother.

It had taken him nine very intense intense days to match all the colours, and that was when he had shown his mother what he had achieved expecting to be praised.

Oh he was not only praised by his parents but they celebrated with another cake, it was one of the most satisfying memories in his memory bank. It was no ordinary feat for a child to solve a cube with just pure intellect, and wasn't that a genius in and of itself.

After which he was shown by his dad how there was a pre prepared formula from which even people who lacked two brain cells could solve it with just spinning the edges in a fixed pattern and it was solved.

He felt so cheated at that time, so much so that he refused to have the cake and sensing his frustration his mother consoled him and brought him a different cube the very next day and told him to try and solve it without taking anyone's or internet's help for that matter.

It took him the same days but he was able to solve it after which he helped his mom in solving it as well. Their bond was based on cubes; they had both developed a strong obsession of solving different cubes.

It was all that was left which reminded him of her. Peter always got pretty engrossed in his cube and so Ned left him to it, while their seat mate couldn't help but observe as the nerdy boy next to her tried to solve a very strange cube puzzle.

She raised an impressed eyebrow and went back to her book.

The bus took a new route and everyone except Peter and Ned quieted down to see who was the next new student. Peter, Ned and the new student Michelle were busy with their own time flow and had zero interest in the new student.

The new student climbed the Bus and searched for her ex, she was invited by Liz who was just two seats ahead of where Peter and Ned sat hidden behind the huge door alcove, unaware, it was efficient to get out of the bus pretty quickly from here.

Liz turned sideways and gave off a ferocious glare as Flash and his cronies tried to approach the new girl. They were quick to back off.

"Hi, I'm Liz, these are my friends Cindy and Betty, Betty is the school's new News anchor." Liz introduced smiling prettily while inside she was accessing if this girl was a rival for Peter's attention or not with how smoking hot she is, she and her mother were so going to talk again tonight.

"Really, that's so cool." MJ gushed.

"Nah, it's nothing and sometimes just boring, in fact it's Liz who was the class monitor and also our team captain of the Decathlon club." Betty said with her head in her phone.

"Nice", MJ commented while taking a seat, "Does everyone from this area come by Bus?" She asked when she failed to locate a particular Nerd.

"Not really," Flash from a seat ahead replied to her question, "except some almost everyone has their mode of travel, Midtown high is free like that, it doesn't force the students to choose Bus, some walk, some bicycle or use the subway depending on how far one stays."

MJ nodded, 'He must be coming by Subway then.'

"Why?," Cindy asked, "Is this bus inconvenient for you, it is for me, my mother totally doesn't let me take the car."

"No, it's Fine, just asking." MJ shook her head in denial.

In the back Ned and Peter, engrossed in their talks, started to shift the questionnaire towards their holidays and family.

"So How is your mother doing?" Peter asked, trying to figure out how a gear like piece was going to fit in a non existent place.

"No complaints," Ned replied, "How is your girlfriend?"

Liz was faster than Quicksilver in snapping her neck back to where these dunderheads were talking. She was keeping a keen ear on their conversation from the very start. Dread filled the pits of her stomach just as sweat shined on her forehead.

The entire Bus had gone silent like they couldn't believe a phenomenon like this was possible. Peter? Girlfriend?

Flash being Flash started laughing like Mad, as if, as if! "Penis Parker and a Girlfriend, Hahahaha," he was joined by his friends beside him in laughing like mad jokers. This was not just unbelievable, it was impossible.

Liz meanwhile had her small patient dam burst as she threw her water bottle on Flash's head without turning around, but when she did turn, she glared like she would murder him if he was not going to quiet. He and everyone was quiet as mice after that.

All her waiting led her to this, the boy she liked, was already far out of her reach..

"WAS! She is not anymore!" Peter said ignoring the ruckus, this was the same for him, every single time he was on the bus.

Like a lifeline was presented to her, she sighed and was pulled down by Betty from where she was standing without meaning to.

Once the dam opened, Peter went on and on cursing about this, that, there and everything in between with whispers between the two of them about his ex.

Silently seething in rage at all that he spoke about her, MJ couldn't help but dig her nails in her palms as she listened to all Peter spoke about her, she was definitely going to have him back, inside her juicy folds, one way or another.

Now was not the time. But soon, very very soon.

Only Michelle was scrutinising enough to see the big picture as all were involved in their own business as Peter put his cube back inside his bag and looked out of the window, Ned went to playing game on his smartphone, Liz opened her messenger to start a very very important conversation with her mom and MJ biding her time as she controlled her anger, talking with Peter was not going to accomplish what she had set out for herself.

While Flash kept dreaming about the new redhead bombshell.

Back to Peter, as the bus was some twenty minutes from the school.

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Looking out of the window of his school bus as the background muttering went on, Peter couldn't help but reminisce back to where it all started.

It was a long while, he didn't remember the exact date as such but he had felt it all, the pain of losing his pseudo parents in a freak accident and nearly a month later when he migrated into this body the pain of losing Uncle Ben.

They both were retiring from one of the Science Exhibitions that Peter had annoyed Uncle Ben and Aunt May to take him, Uncle Ben did take him and the Day was quite an enjoyable one even, it was during the night walking down the footpath towards their apartment when some drunk girl out of nowhere just hit them both with her brand new Birthday Ferrari. Uncle Ben must've sensed something glaringly wrong when the Headlights flashed on them and he was quick to take action.

Peter was not hit that hard as Uncle Ben took the blunt trauma of the speeding Car upon himself while half-successfully pushing Peter to the side which reducked the damage, but Peter being Nine at the time of the accident was weak, pathetic and powerless was taught another harsh lesson, just after a month of his Parent's Death, Uncle Ben left him.

Uncle Ben's death was swift, painless, not knowing what happened except for some seconds before he glanced in the direction of Peter.

They were both thrown very close to each other, he remembered trying to get up, before crumbling back down. Peter in his last moments recalled the images, voices, of that tragic incident as Uncle Ben smiled at him from where he was thrown in a garbage bin, seeing him safe before giving in.

In the heat of the moment, it never occurred to him that he too was injured on the head and was quickly losing blood from his fractured right hand. He too was quick to lose consciousness. He was brought to the nearest Hospital which was Metro-General.

The operation didn't last long, but clearly something else was at play because then he entered into this new Body, it was weird, him, they?, both in the same body, broken with cracks, losing someone, coming together to form the new Him.

That was the first, when he opened his eyes in a white hospital ICU room. Feeling pain unimaginable, not on the physical side but more like he had just lost someone, something important to him. But who was this kind faced mid-thirties guy that kept appearing in front of his conscience. Then the overload of the influx happened and he was knocked out again.

He awoke as Peter Parker with someone holding his plastered hand,he directed his gaze towards the astonishingly beautiful sleeping brunette in a chair and a name with voices and memories surfaced in his brain.

Aunt May, His Aunt May. And Uncle Ben just died.

A person he never met but remembered through his words, memories, morals, codes, ethics. A remarkable character, Uncle Ben was not a person who stood by and let things happen when doing otherwise was the right thing to do. And he had imparted this knowledge onto Peter again and again, many instances this was the exact teaching that got him into trouble with Flash and his merry go band of bullies.

He lost a lot of the old Peter in the new him and his old traits dominated a lot in the weak Peter. The strong mind of Peter thrived, while the tactical thinking of his old survived. His old memories persisted. A Boy who admired SPIDER-MAN beyond the normalities so much so that he had read every single comic, theory, crossover, animated series, timelines and variations such as Spider-Hulk, Symbiote Spider, Cosmic Spiderman, Ghost-Spider, etc. His kids, love interests, his wives, friends, jokes. The different story arcs and so much more. Maybe that was the reason why he was born as Spider-Man, The Peter Parker, because he was an ideal role model of his in his previous life and not just any other normie characters like Iron Man, Captain America and such.

There was just something, or specifically everything for him to see a nerd, shy, glasses wearing guy becoming an enormously powerful, confident dude behind a mask and taking on countless Villains. It was a lot like Superman in that regard. He had the power but he knew the consequences better.

Knowing that you can do anything to the person ahead of you, who is trying to bully you was quite amusing.

But it made him, the new him, fear, could he ever live up to someone so great that even in his last few moments that phenomenal person prayed for his Aunt May to be safe and Happy, Could he? Could he ever become someone who cared more about the weak who would continuously stab him when things didn't go their way but would also beg him when they were in need and things still didn't go their way?

He didn't think so to be honest. It was tough and challenging to become Peter, but he had adapted, strived even to become better. And there were necessary tools and knowledge already at the access of his forefront consciousness.

In the Comics Peter in his High School had the same IQ to that of Reed Richards when he was in his Highschool days. This showed the raw potential this Kid had in him from way before his origin story. The only reason he was unable to tap in to that vastness was circumstances, poverty and the most important of them being fucked by Plots, because writers demanded it.

He experienced it all. The merging of ideas, compiling of emotions, drawing conclusion of the dominant Peter Persona, the fading of old recessive Peter and the new emerging whatever amalgamation that was born.

Him.

The lifestory of every comic, MCU, Fox studios Peter Parker was fucked from all angles, Uncle Ben, Aunt May, Gwen, Harry, Dr Osborn, His professor Curt Connors, Dr Octopus, and the list went on. People who he was close to in the end somehow became villains or got hurt and died.

He had lost Uncle Ben before he had even arrived in this body and he had no plans to repeat the past. He was going to do his utmost best to not let anything happen to those he cared about and he was going to make plans upon plans that no such unthinkable outcome ever comes to fruition.

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That was six years ago, the year was 2010 he was in Highschool now, Grade Ten, Age 15. Aunt May was Young, like thirty-six something and still hot and sweet at the same time, if that makes any sense. And Life as Peter Parker was so damn fucking AWESOME.

He was not over exaggerating, this mind was so scary in its efficiency it was mind boggling in comparison to his old one and he was pretty intelligent in his previous life, but when compared to what he was currently experiencing, he might as well have been an equivalent of dunderhead in his previous life.

This brain of his can literally do anything, so much so that it can solve four pages long Maths problems at a single glance. What happens is, he is able to perform tasks into the background of his mind and on the front he could be singing a song for example, while simultaneously his mind is performing a step of the maths problem, another area is recalling a follow-up side calculated answer that needs to used in the next step, while also thinking a logical guesswork of what else can be used to solve this problem. And he could be thinking about banging his sexy physics teacher in the forefront of his mind now.

He can think fast and focus on more than two problems and solve them at the same time.

No wonder even after his Villains being way too stronger than him, Spider-Man came up with scientific, logical solutions in between dodging and punching about how to subdue and defeat the Villains.

The chaotic processing power and speed of his mind was phenomenal.

Unlike canon, Peter did not focus only on his high-school grade studies. No, what he was given was a one in a countless number of luck by chance and he had no intention of wasting it intentionally or unintentionally.

So everyday he worked out in the Gym, ran like hell in the mornings in the Central Park of New York, scaling the entire park twice.

He had a decent athletic build not on the level of Spider-Man like ripped though, if he had to estimate it would take him nearly four years to reach a physique like Spider-Man in the games.

In these six years, he studied everything that he could get his hands on. If he wanted an edge in this world then he had to be the best of the best and education with an insanely capable mind was one way to achieve it.

He had written six papers for his PhD in different topics such as Cosmos, Dark Matter and Energy, Wormholes, Robotics, Science Beyond Science and Nanotechnology and its applications.

In the thesis of Nanotechnology he made sure to not put too much information so that someone could follow in his steps and prepare the nanites themselves, but he had put countless applications of where and how they can be used.

Only all of them were in the waiting category, to publish your papers as a PhD thesis, one had to be in college and second needs a college professor to keep an eye on his thesis, to fact check his theories and assumptions about the topic, sadly he was still in Highschool and had yet to become Spider-Man and Aunt May would never allow him to skip grades even though he was beyond professor levels in every subject and that just made school so boring, to be frank he wondered why he even went to school, Most likely to fuck his sexy teachers.

Yeah, that must be why.

He had been doing everything to get to the level of the likes of Reed Richards, Tony Stark, Hank Pym and Shuri. Actually, now they thought about it, not her, she was most definitely not intelligent in the category of Tony, Hank or Reed.

Like for example, you have a metal, The Metal in fact, that is the answer for everything and the best nanobots she could come up with was a predetermined output design with a metal like Vibranium, while Tony's suit is an ever-changing, thought responsive suit, he could literally think of something and make it right on the go, that was the intelligence of Tony, like fucking hell, the nerve of Marvel to call her smarter than Tony and Bruce, Yes she was young, So were thousands of other intelligent characters of Marvel.

With that being said, this was a relatively strictly canonised MCU kinda universe with a jumbled timeline example being him, he will not be a teenager in the Chitauri invasion 2012, he will be seventeen and hopefully a graduate of High School by then. He was born early in this universe unlike the one played by Tom Holland in the MCU. There were no mutants in this world, which was disappointing but he was thankful at the same time, mutants are just way too high on the power scale, he had scourged the internet, hacked into top-secret government files from all over the world including the Wakanda, Ha take that, and such but there was no mention of them, but the Fantastic Four were here who had already gained their powers and we're recognised as heros. This was a relatively stable universe unlike Earth-616, there was probably everyone except the Mutants.

That's not much of a breather to be frank, still better than the DC though, imagine Spider-Man swinging in Gotham, hilarious.

That didn't mean this world, this universe wasn't fucked up. This was just the first toe in the territory of begining to get fucked. More into that later.

But one thing was certain, this place was a realm of possibilities. It is exactly the kind of fantasy he would've loved to live in his previous birth. He even had prayed to every God who was not Jesus, time and time again to be reborn as a fictional character with his memories and someone definitely heard him.

Marvel, a place where miracles existed. He had lived a very average and mediocre life in his past and the Old Peter with his immense and wondrous brain and immensely low confidence level has done the same, which was a shame but he was going to live this second chance without any regrets and had done tremendously in the last five years.

He had read hundreds of books to the point of wisdom, had invested into many startups which are going to go big in this world, which is not apple.

Many companies like in his old world existed, but did not show the potential to surpass the likes of Stark, Oscorp, Baxters, Alchemax,.etc.

So even if he knew what were big, are not the same, so good portfolio in stock market was diverse and also he had developed a software that could show the availability of any stock first and foremost to him before even reaching the main stock servers and he had listed a numerous advance booking of such stocks, so much so that he was 3 percent owner in the stark industries, how crazy that is, right?

He couldn't wait for Iron Man 2 when his shares plummeted further.

If you had brains and resources, you could literally become immortal and God on top of that. He had a brain alright, he had one of a heck brain.

But money not so much in the early years, he had seen his Aunt May time and time again struggle to make ends meet and it was not easy, he had seen how she had overworked at three different jobs and still squeezed enough time to be there for him.

They were poor, every Peter Parker is born poor unless you count Superior Spider-Man and that was not even Peter most of the time.

And he clearly had no plans of letting that happen with him, so he took measures and started doing odd jobs, online gigs and freelancing to gain experience in the beginning before doing full fledged self owned small time businesses like Repairs and Photography of High Class clients, ethical white hat hacking, the money which came with it, he later heavily invested into Stock Market.

He too in his past life enjoyed everything to do with tech, PC builds and cameras were a big part of it, so in the merging they became more dominant and persisted, sort of.

But still that was not enough for his personal science projects and he needed tons of money to be frank, so much so that he had his own Brand of Crypto Currency called the Nanites, funny right. Why the Nanites, not really sure it came as spur of the moment and he didn't think much of it, that was one hell of a costly project for which his aunt had taken a loan and was already repaid with interest of 6 percent. It was launched just a mere month after coin so the demand for his crypto was nearly the same as coin, which is literally nothing so he had Ned, Aunt May, both the MJ's, Liz, his neighbours, his clients and many such close contacts with whom he met on daily basis, hoard the coins as much as they could invest.

Many of them actually listened to him because of his intelligence except Mary Jane because they broke up somewhere around that time, but nonetheless her smoking Aunt Anna did listen to him so that's saying something about trust. Or was it something else?

But it would take another seven to nine years for any crypto to reach any significant one-sided value, And his portfolio was more of a long-term investment.

So till then he had to do with his various odd jobs and such before he could make something permanent for himself.

Like Parker Industries.

Ordinary people had a main job and some side gig to earn something extra which was not full time.

Peter Parker's main job was being Spider-man. He couldn't earn anything from it, that came out because, 'With Great Power Comes Even Greater Responsibility'.

But people have jobs from which they earn money and side incomes, Peter's jobs were like side incomes and he could never give his entire day to any job because you never know when some villain might attack and considering into factors like being late to work, not delivering the pizza on time, being absent and leaving the job in the middle because you had to become Spider-Man was not going to cut it.

So he decided to never do the job thing for long anyway, but till then he had to invest, create useful products, own patents and such which will help him get by, while even being full time Spider-Man.

He currently earned more than enough to pay all the bills of his and Aunt May's Queens apartment, side hustles like school fees, meals, occasional expensive Restaurant dinners and such.

The trauma of seeing his Aunt May pouring her heart out and also staying strong for him was strangely heartbreaking, the warmth of her tears when Ben died, the constant glances to make sure he was alright, the sad smiles, the constant Phone calls to check up on him, her late hours at the FEAST (Food, Emergency Aid, Shelter and Training), he still remembered, the hardships they endured before the new him started helping her out and that was not something he ever, ever wanted to relieve again.

Relatively speaking they were above middle class, but to become Spider-Man he needed lots of money. He had found a hoard of research material in the abandoned Roosevelt Train Station that his parents had left for him, just like the one in the Amazing Spider-Man and that just showed him the injustice that had happened with Andrew Garfield's Spider-Man.

A child is basically half mother's DNA and half father's DNA with RNA and other such mixed into them.

The Spider that bit Andrew Garfield's Peter was calibrated to the DNA of his father Richard Parker, so Peter being his son and sharing only half the DNA and in that half, some million strands were needed to be kept the same like looks, brain, colour and such so indirectly Peter lost extra 50% percent enhancement because he had the genes of his mom and further degradation of the effectiveness of the Spider bite as most of his genes did not match the one already in the Spider, so it is logical to say that Peter of that universe got powers of a Spider that was not made specifically for his DNA but matched near about 25 percent of his father's, which is also why he could never produce organic webs to like Tobey's, even though there is no mention of any DNA similarities between the spider and Peter of the Tobey's universe. Such weirdness.

As for Tom's Spider-Man, Where the fuck did he even get his powers when there was no Oscorp in the first place, even though there were rumours that The Stark Tower was sold to either Norman Osborn or The Baxter Building in the MCU.

And Andrew's Spidey still dragged Villains thrice his size and strength through the Mud. Damn.

And seeing that he had also found the hidden Lab of his parents in the Roosevelt Train Station in Manhattan it is more or less the same, if he gets bitten by that Spider which was currently in the Oscorp he will also get a diminished potential of the Spider powers.

If anyone gets bitten by that Spider, they will not gain the power of Miles Morales, Nope, they will become the Harry Osborn's Goblin from the Amazing Spider-Man 2, the Spider that bit Miles was made from The original Spider plus the Oz serum which his uncle was smuggling for Norman. The Spider had accidentally bathed into the Oz serum gaining the neutral enriched radioactive secondary waste to become suitable for any DNA, that was one in a million coincidence.

His father, Richard Parker and his mother, Mary Parker were geniuses in the fields of Genetics far exceeding the current pioneers in the field like Susan Storm, Dr. Helen Cho and Maya Hansen for all intentions were nothing but running ducks when compared to his parents' domination in that field.

To give you an understanding, in human DNA there are 473 genes that make us what we are and out of those 473 genes one third genes are unidentified. It takes scientists years to identify what exactly a specific gene does, and his parents had accounted for more than 140 most important genes in a DNA, the genes in which the secret to programing a human lies.

No one knows, What one third of DNA's do, every answer to make enhanced humans was hidden in them.

Small nose, no problem we have a solution. Suffering from HIV, Alzheimer's, Addiction, no problem we can fix that.

Small Dick, No problem at all.

He could literally solve every damn problem and he was working on them already.

And in the entire world he was the only person who has knowledge this important and revolutionary. There was so much potential in Our DNA it was unimaginable. So much that was hidden and untapped.

And that was the key to the genetic side of Parker Industries and coming to the technical, technological side, he alone was enough for that side of the Parker Technologies as he was way too far ahead when it came to the technological side.

Oscorp, Wakanda, Who were they? They were leagues behind when it came to biological upgrading of Humans. The Herb of Wakanda was lame in front of parents' research.

His parents had developed scenarios on how to rewrite and adapt a new DNA sequence and Peter had already designed equipment to perform the above mentioned.

He had to breed Spiders of his DNA to gain the maximum out the Spider and genetically enhance them in specific genomes and restrict some Spider genomes altogether, or else it wouldn't surprise him if he were to grow three pairs of Hands.

Spiders?, Why Spiders you may ask? Why not superior animals like Tigers, Horses, Lions, or Dinosaurs for that matter.

His father's notes had given him the detailed explanation of how a Spider's genomes were like links, bridges, multipliers and easily and extraordinarily blended well with that of a Human.

While Doctor Curtis Connors focused more on a single ability, a single gene sequence of regeneration in a Lizard, a regenerating of limbs sequence, which he will try to use to rewrite his DNA, the problem?

He didn't think this through, he didn't know the incapability of his humanity. His methods were to test again and again and keep trying till you succeed or someone like Andrew Garfield comes along and hands him the Decay Rate Algorithm which was in fact completely based on Spiders and not Lizards. But Andrew Garfield's Peter didn't know that, No one did or else there wouldn't be a Lizard, in his universe or at least not the one which he created by mistake.

But his father was thinking beyond, he was thinking of solving every single problem with the Human Body, diseases, genetic defects, handicaps, bloodline malfunction and so much more.

And for all that he needed a DNA which went hand in hand with that of a Human and he found his answer in Spiders.

Spider DNA was nothing extraordinary on its own but when given something extra to work with, they did wonders and to think that Andrew's Peter Parker had this much potential was truly an injustice.

And that guy pulled his fucking punches, in the comics Spider-Man literally mocked the Kingpin for even thinking that he was stronger than him when he was not even one tenth of his strength. In an event in comics where the Avengers were testing who was the strongest Avenger, Spider-Man was fourth right after Thor, Hulk and The Thing. It was not Cap with his Super Soldier Serum, not Tony with his Iron Man Armours, Not Ant-Man in his giant form and this was earth-616 where even the X-Men were outclassed by Spider-Man in the strength department and that includes the likes of Wolverine.

This just shows how extraordinary Spiders can be. The morality code is what binds every Peter Parker back from doing the deed. But not him. If the situation demanded it he wouldn't hesitate to break someone. He will not be bound by codes and ethics when doing otherwise can save someone innocent.

If he creates the exact specifications Spider from his DNA then he can quite easily takedown the likes Of The Thing, Rhino, or even the Hulk-Buster armour made by Tony and Bruce with raw potential alone for that matter.

But that was still not enough Marvel was known to have Gods, Godkillers, Titans, Cosmic Beings like the Watchers and such, so it was never enough in this world, but then again the answer to this dilemma also lay in Spiders or more on the factor of different Radioactive particles that they can sync with humans.

Why did the Hulk get stronger the more angrier he became, because of the overloading Gamma radiation he received during his transformation and his energy producing cell organelles became extremely capable of storing vast amount of energy and the green pigments of his Skin converted any source of Energy let it be Sun, Light, Fire, Bombs, lasers into Gamma Radiation.

By converting the released Photons into Radiation Particles and absorbing the tiny amount of Gamma radiation through his skin like plants do with sunlight. And even a little bit of Gamma was enough to fuck up someone beyond, but Hulk can handle those small amounts preety easily.

Radiation acted like energy for the Hulk and he wanted that, he wanted a source of energy like that for himself.

And to do all that, he needed money, probably a couple billion dollars to start with.

The school bus came to a halt in the parking lot of the bus.

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Peter and Ned were out of the Bus and hurrying towards their first day destination check when Peter was called out.

"Peter."

The voice was more than enough to flood his insides with a red raging tsunami, he clenched his bag straps hard enough to make his knuckles go white.

He reminded himself to be calm, he took a deep breath, held it, reminded himself, "Not Now!", and exhaled slowly he gestured Ned to wait for him, by know everyone who was out of the bus was looking at what was going on with interest but Peter had eyes only fort that one Dark faded Auburn haired man with a screaming straight rigid posture and confidence that be told that this guy was used to everyone listening to him.

"Peter, son." Norman Osborn waved him forward with his only heir to Oscorp, Harry Osborn a complete opposite image of his father, head bowed, posture inclined and eyes that held defeat.

Peter could hear the whispers of everyone behind him as they recognized the businessman that was calling him son.

"Hey Mr. Osborn, A pleasant surprise! What are you doing here?" Peter shook the offered hand with a plastered realistic smile, "Hey, Harry! How are you? What was it, seven something years, Man, such a long time right?" Peter gave a friendly punch to his once good friend, never a best friend though.

Norman didn't let Harry form a reply as he continued on, "As for what I am here for, I thought being near you and in such a prestigious school would certainly do Harry a lot good, so congratulate Harry here, he is your classmate from today onwards." Peter really wanted to throttle this guy's beefy neck with all his strength, but he smiled and congratulated and even weirded out Harry at his father's enthusiasm.

"Now Harry do go on, get acquainted with your other classmates." Norman shooed off his son like a dog, and like a dog Harry listened to his owner, dressed in expensive clothing, he was a loyal pet, the price of his shoe laces was more than the school fees.

Norman put his arm on Peter's shoulder, brought him into a one arm hug and leaned down like he was going to whisper the powers of immortality in his ear.

"So, Peter Have you thought about my offer?" Norman whispered discreetly looking this way and that.

Peter was genuinely confused, "Offer? What offer?" Peter asked naively, he pretended like he genuinely did not have any idea as to what this guy was smoking about.

"The offer of internship, of course! At Oscorp." Norman was quick to reply, as if there was any other offer he was going to provide Peter with.

"Oh this is too quick..." Peter hesitated as to what this self obsessed idiot was going on about.

"Too Quick!? I personally sent you an Email two months back?" Norman couldn't believe his eyes as looked at the careless attitude displayed by such a bright young man, who was going to help him revive his father's work, because Peter was more intelligent than his parent's combined, he couldn't believe his eyes when he had read those advanced papers on Nanotechnology that were better than the Papers he was going to submit on the same topic and if he had Peter under and working for him, he could have access to one brilliant mind that had the capability to become better than the likes of Tony Stark, Reed Richards and such. But seeing the lack of recognition in Peter's eyes, Norman was doubting himself.

"And which E-mail ID did you send me this offer?" Peter asked patiently.

"The one that is registered in your school." Norman spoke like it was the obvious thing.

"Oh, that! Sorry Mr. Osborn I don't use that one anymore, Here," Peter handed him his card which had QR code, "Open your Camera and scan this." Peter said.

Intrigued, but willing, Norman did as he was told, he scanned and information credentials regarding Peter started appearing on his phone, Norman felt a jolt of shiver travel his being as he just saw how this kid had outdone him, again, "That Email is littered with all sorts of different offers, companies asking help on fixing their servers, party invitation, and the usual white hat hacking that don't pay well and the likes, basically useless stuff so I don't use that ID anymore, you should have all my work details listed in your mobile now, so if you have anything you need my help with, do contact me on this numbers and addresses." Peter pointed out on Norman's Phone.

"What is this?" An astonished Norman asked, pointing at the QR code.

"It's a unique code to hold a specific information, this information can only be accessed by this code which is embedded in this, so without this code one will be unable to access this information, I am building a QR code generator which will house tons of such information. "

"And where are you storing this information," Norman asked with a raised menacing eyebrow, interrupting Peter, he was completely mind blown.

"Oh, That's a question for you Mr. Osborn, take a guess." Peter implied that no one could guess this one correctly.

Norman smiled with shadows converging on his face in acceptance of the challenge. "I think this is not on some Internet servers as that would be very obvious, so what could it be, satellites is all I could think of, My boy."

Peter laughed heartily, "Listen very carefully, Mr Osborn, This information that you just accessed was born in this very instant, that QR code is to provide complex instruction for your phone's Professor to make this info right here at this exact time with the use of its communication antennas to access the microwaves in the nature and switching itself on and off at implied intervals and lengths like a..."

"Morse Code, but where.." Norman hissed out impatiently.

Peter chuckled at adult's childish behaviour, "I am coming to that, it is in the very microwave signals that our phone uses to send and receive signals except, you don't need a host server, the air, earth, everything is made up of a certain wave, so the very nature becomes our host and we just need a processor which is in our mobile phones and instructions as to what to find, which is in the QR to create this information and this can be done as many times as possible, I am building a payment transfer app which will help every individual to send money or whatever to be frank without needing a server, as everything can be created without a need for internet. This is the next version of the internet."

"Phenomenal," Norman couldn't help himself as the words left his mouth, that amount of passive money such a thing could make was just incomprehensible. And looking at the smiling face of Peter, he was again reminded of his past, Richard Parker with the same drive and zeal had given him the same deal but he didn't use it better, but now fate had given him a second chance and he was going to snag Peter Parker for himself at all costs and he could finally fulfil his dream of a serum better than Super Soldier.

Peter continued his droning as Norman was lost in his own day dreaming, "So this payment application will be unique for each individual, with as many banks an individual has and how many one uses, he wouldn't have to wait for a check all the time and for it to get processed for days and what not, with this technology payments of any kind will be done within a minute. Anyway Mr. Osborn it's getting late, see you around." Norman gave a shaky absent nod, before he was reminded with a jolt as to why he was here in the first place. He pulled Peter back and asked excitedly, "So, you'll be joining right. I'll send someone to talk with your school to arrange internship hours.."

"Woah, woah, wait a second, I didn't agree to your proposal yet, and if my Aunt hears this she will go bonkers, she doesn't let me skip grades, no way in hell she's going to let me intern at you let alone anywhere for that matter, she has already forbidden me from joining the internship offered by the Baxter building."

Not really, she was beyond happy and proud of him, it was Peter who didn't want an internship because he had big plans and being under someone was fulfilling their dreams not your's, so he had literally fucked her raw, bound and unconscious till she agreed to reject the offer given to him by Susan Storm the owner of the Baxter Building, and when the incident involving them getting powers happened, Aunt May literally hugged him and cried as to what his fate would have been if he was present there along with them, She blames herself everytime she sees Ben Grimm in all his rocky glory, even his junk was not spared.

"And, Mr. Osborn, if you really need an intern I'll definitely suggest Liz Allan, she is very intelligent as well or there is Cindy Moon who is also on par with Liz."

Norman eyes had gone hard, stony red in an instant, when his not so good felt offer was rejected, he unknowingly dug his claws in Peter's shoulder.

"Think about it again, My boy, time flies and you might regret rejecting this offer in future, Offer still stands and there is also another girl about your age who is also interning under Connors, You would love it there with some close to your age as a colleague and it's pays well." Peter looked on as a creepy sinister smile lit on Norman's face and Peter at once knew he was walking on thin ice.

He had to placate this nutcracker at once. So in a turnaround Peter encircled his hand around Norman and whispered lowly, "Mr. Osborn, You know I would totally love to work under you, help Oscorp in helping humanity just like my father and mother did," Norman nodded jerkily his cracked smile still in place, even as his grip became tight enough that Peter's blood circulation in his right hand stopped as his fingers became cold and numb, "But you have to understand Mr. Osborn now is not the time, My Aunt will kill me, I promise you I will personally reject all offers and right after I finish my highschool next year, I'll personally call you, so till then be patient it's just a year more, then we'll both work together." Peter whispered in a tone that belayed complete submission.

Norman conceded with a blanched expression on his face and asked Peter to contact him if he needed any funding for his application before letting Peter go.

Peter turned around and walked back, softly sighing in relief as blood filled with rich oxygen rushed in his right arm.

Liz, her gang, Ned, and Flash's gang whispered among themselves as one of the richest person on planet came to personally talk the Champion Nerd of the Nerds on campus, nothing like this had ever happened in Midtown high, so when they saw Peter walking back they were all very curious, while Cindy and Liz shared a concerned look between themselves as they both observed what everyone among them failed to, the stormy look of anger, completely lost eyes and Peter silently stomping his rigid posture on the ground with his emotions all over the place, this was the first time they had seen their careless Peter this serious, Cindy noticed her best friend's hesitant look just as Liz skipped the short distance clutching her bag straps hard as her worry for Peter grew.

Peter power walked with every step crushing the grass below him, he had not forgotten what that bastard had done to his life, his family, what he was still doing, but now was not the time, he was not prepared yet, but when he was, he was going to throw Norman in such a deep pit of no way out that the only way to come out was by praying to Hell.

His revenge had just begun.

Liz came to a stop next to him and walked in step with him, but after walking a few steps Peter was still bubbling in silent anger and downright ignoring her as if she wasn't even there, which probably was the case, so she bumped her shoulder into his and smiled cheerfully.

When Peter felt some unknown passerby dash into his shoulder, Peter for sure knew this was Flash Thompson and his hand made a beeline for his skateboard ready to smash it into his egg like head, and when he was just about to do that, he turned only to find Liz, her face trembling in stunned disbelief and fear struck, his grip on his skateboard slackened and his board clattered to the ground.

Peter couldn't believe himself as to how close he was to doing something that he would have regretted, even if it was Flash and not Liz. "Oh I..I..I just, Oh I am so--sorry Liz," Peter was this close to crying as his eyes pooled with moisture.

He was this close to hurting someone very precious to him, he visibly shook with the weight of his consequences if he was a second late, a second late into forever harming one of his dear friends.

Seeing Peter break in front of her, she reached out with her hand and patted him gently with occasional circles in his back, Peter took a drop breath, left his emotions mix with his breath and let them out through his breath, he gave a shaky smile and ushered Liz into his warm hug, Liz didn't know whether to be gleeful or caring when Peter nuzzled into her hair like a kitten, she threaded her fingers in his luxuriously soft hair, softer than her in fact and caressed him lovingly, hearing Peter sigh in her ear sent a shiver in her being.

"It's Fine, it's alright, happens with the best of us," she soothingly rubbed circles in his strong muscular back, almost enjoying herself, before she reminded herself to think about Peter, he needed her right now.

Peter squeezed her in a reassuring hug and replied, "Thank you and I am really really sorry." And he meant it.

"You owe me one for nearly splitting my head." Peter winced at the reminder and noticed that Liz herself winced at her lousy tact, 'You just forget a rule, girl, don't remind them what clearly hurts him.'

When they both noticed the other person wincing in response to each other, they both went smiling, bursting out in laughter. "I definitely owe you after that!"

Just that very moment the bell buzzess sharply and they both turn around to find Flash with his brand new iphone filming Peter and How long was this idiot recording them? Peter sighed at this guy's antics as everyone went inside the school from where they were standing outside the school for 20 some minutes.

"Yo, Penis Parker, was that Norman Osborn asking you to be their test subject for a rare disease called Nerdiness." The Gang of Flash laughed heartily, even Peter felt a smile tugging at his lips but he had a reply ready nonetheless.

"Nah, he was just asking for a strand of your hair, so they can clone a female replica of yours and blackmail your military general dad to replace you with her, so they can use you to make a cyborg brain dead super soldier with your remote in the Oscorp hands." Flash had gone pale white with bullet beads of sweat all over him as he imagined the scenario.

Liz elbowed him, "That's horrible, Pete." She mockingly admonished even though the corners of her mouth tugged upwards at his dark joke.

Peter shrugged undeterred, and continued, "And he wants thousands of clones like you, so that he can take over the US government and rule the world like that guy Dr. Doom, but with you as his army." Peter whispered conspiracies and him along with Ned snickered as Flash went into abject horrid trauma.

He turned back to look as everyone except his friends were teasing him and that Penis Parker was clutching his stomach and fist bumping leeds.

"Parker, You bastard." Peter and Ned ran at their highest speeds possible, laughing uncontrollably as they imagined a terrified Flash Thompson showcasing his Football running skills as he trampled the students coming between him and his target.

Liz didn't feel it but unknowingly a smile blossomed on her pretty face seeing Peter happy, She didn't like the empty look some minutes ago that adorned his handsome face.

The Asian ethnic Cindy came beside her longtime bestfriend, "What happened with Peter and that rich old man driving Mercedes." She nudged her girlfriend.

"He didn't tell." Liz spoke in silence even as they hurried into the classes.

They take a seat just as an angry Flash runs inside searching for them and behind him, their subject teacher, "Eugene," She barked to the unknown Flash who jumped high at being called out, "stop creating ruckus and take a seat, Come on in girls."

She nodded for the girls to come in and during all this, one sexy redhead girl had completely escaped Peter's notice as she sat in the very back and out of Peter's eye, observing Peter and Liz with a scrutiny.

In between his hurried Morning BJ, running to catch the Bus and a chance encounter with Norman asshole Osborn and his son of all people, Peter got very tired and yawned as the teacher started droning on about who knows which idiot, who did what? Peter fell asleep for some much needed rest.

Just after some blissful ten minutes, someone bloody threw something right at his head, he was elbowed by an equally drowsy Ned just as the Duster landed where his head was, they both grew nervous in horror.

"PARKER," It was a lioness roar this time, "FIRST DAY, FIRST PERIOD AND YOU ARE SLEEPING, Free period detention with Coach Wilson, and Parker don't you dare mess around. Or I'll call your Aunt for a talk. Understand."

Peter looked this way and that with abject horror, Nope not Aunt May, Please no.

Seeing as one of the smartest students being cowed properly in his place, she went back to teaching as the class settled in silence, there was no laughter or mocking when it was literature, Professor Ritters was known to hand out Severe Punishments like they were going out of trend.

Except Flash many felt sympathy for Peter, who knows what her punishment is going to be this time, some students shifted uncomfortably in remembrance when last year they had to clean out the entire roof and paint it as community service.

"How the fuck?" Peter whispered irritatedly, "did you not get punished?"

"I was singing Hallelujah." Ned hissed back in reply.

"I'm Jew, what am I supposed to pray for and for that matter neither are you Catholic." Peter pointed out.

"PARKER!" She yelled out with another chalk hurled in his direction, but Peter caught it. "Just asking for page number Miss." His teacher sighed, shaking her head left and right in annoyance and went back to teaching.

Just like that, the first period of the first day went by and Peter with Ned hurried off towards the Students Noticeboard to paste his yearly adverts and something new.

"Tuitions? You are giving tuition, do you even have time for that with your two jobs already? And why for that matter?" Ned asked as Peter pulled out previously pinned adverts and placed the repair service advert run by both of them.

"Why, why not, I left that boring job and I need something to make money and with these grades that I worked so hard to achieve last year, no way I am letting easy money out of my grasp."

"You were absent for most of the classes." Ned replied back mocking.

Peter balled the pre pinned adverts and perfectly dunked them in the far corner dustbin just as Liz and her merry gang members turned the corner only to find a balled advert land in the dustbin, her advert, she looked on as to who would dare do that and found a proudly smiling Peter fist bump his best friend for his aim.

She took the ballad advert out of the dustbin and stomped towards Peter with Cindy, Betty and a few others marching behind her.

She could exactly make out the, "Oh Fuck." from Peter's very kissable lips from the distant hallway and she felt like crushing her lips against his and practically sucking the oxygen of his very lungs, by the time she reached there her mind was completely devoid of any built up steam and she was just standing there like an idiot glaring at him without any heat, when she heard footsteps of her girls coming to a stop behind her, the sheer rage just evaporated and she arched her left eyebrow in question. Liz internally enjoyed herself as Peter grew more nervous every single second she was quiet. He was cute, even nervous!

"Er, Um, Sorry Liz didn't know it was your's, here let me, I'll pin it back." Peter took the crumpled notice and smoothed it to his best ability, pinning it back right next to his advert this time removing someone else's advert, which so happened to be one of schools importance notice. Peter could feel her glare on the back of his head like a poking pin while he pinned.

He didn't even read as to what was written, before he was out and skipping from there. Ned joined him a second later, both exhaling like they had escaped a great calamity, "What's the next period?" Peter asked. "Mine is algebra, here check yours?" First period was the only common period as the teacher taught in two more schools, Peter took the offered phone and started scrolling, "Uh, Bro do you by any chance know what's my roll number?" Peter asked, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

"Your next class is with me Mr. Parker," Mrs Warren called from where she was towering behind him, "I knew something like this would happen when it concerns you, also Miss Ritters has assigned me to takeover your detention in your next free period, which so happens to be the next two periods after mine and since you have left all the extracurricular clubs, as you have completed most of them, still a student needs to at least be in one Club so that the student can be tallied off if he/she scores less marks in a particular subject, in a year," The more she spoke the more his face changed colours and in the far distance, he could hear Flash and cronies laughing just as everyone around him winced in sympathy, all the while Ned patted his back in assurance like he was a soldier going to fight a war, "Speaking of which did you complete the Holiday Homework project that I had personally assigned you?"

"You did?" Peter squeaked bewildered as to when this had happened? And why the fuck was being in a club necessary it was not last year, he could've skipped classes after break and gone home after that, but now he had to wait for his extracurricular club activities, probably the reason why it was kept after classes, He was in a program where he only sat for first five periods of the day, that being Literature, just to keep Ned company, Physics, Chemistry, Biology and Math, after which he skipped School or occupy whatever labs were empty to use for his projects with permission of course.

Every other subject he self studied and the school allowed the students if they signed an agreement with the school, he had fucked his reluctant Aunt unconscious so that she would sign it for him, that was usually the way to get his Aunt to agree to anything except skipping grades, that she wouldn't do even in his deathbed let alone her's. But now he had to choose a club that sits just after break so that he can go right home after that.

"Oh, you forgot didn't you, I personally told you to prepare..." she went on in her ranting lecture about his project that he still didn't recognize and his careless attitude. Next free period, which she informed him about, was going to be oh so pleasurable. Unlike what everyone thought, he was looking forward to his detention.

'Heaven.' Peter thought. Peter was pretty sure because he used to skip classes after the lunch interval and as he didn't need to stay for the remaining periods he went home early, so many kids must've complained and because of that, the important subjects were scheduled throughout the entire day so that he can't escape, Jealous bitches, he could see some satisfied smiles on the known teacher's pets of the school.

When the bell rang indicating five minutes for the next period all the kids dispersed from the hallway and Flash passed him by grinning like an idiot at his misfortune, Every student dreaded detecting detention with Mrs. Warren because of how strict, harsh and long her punishment's stretched, some students had a very good idea as to which cupboards and files Peter was going to sort, punch into different folders along with cleaning the cupboard itself and his Personalised Holiday Homework on top of that, she was famously known to give homeworks impossible to find answers on the internet, unless you were Peter Parker.

Ned patted his arm in sympathy, while Liz glared at her Physics teacher, She had blackmailed Ned last year so that she could also choose the same subjects that Peter chose, so their timetable matches and now this bitch just literally took him away whereas she could have spent some quality time with him for the next two periods, now she had to wait for the fourth period so that she can finally be alone with him. 'How the fuck had she gotten so smitten with a Boy of all things?' Her mind screamed.

She watched as Peter was literally dragged to their next class of Physics by his ear as Flash sniggered behind his back.

Flash was having the time of his life that too on the very first day, Penis Parker was on complete Bad luck mode on today, now he had to find the new redhead girl from the bus, if only he had his father's Audi, he was sure to score a date with her, in his quest for beautiful redheads he missed an equally pretty savage girl, stomping her foot hard on his and getting lost in the crowd of students, whereas he was left yelping in pain, 'Coach is going to be so pissed off, when he finds me limping.' Flash thought in dread.

Inside the classroom Peter sat in the very last bench of the corner with his laptop open, typing very seriously like he was taking some serious notes, but he was not. He was creating unique individual Spider-Man suits for his too many future villains and Peter was going all out, he was using his advanced thinking capable brain to regenerate his comic book knowledge from his previous life, but none of this suits were made yet, because he was yet to become Spider-Man, so first Spider-Man than suit making.

Meanwhile as the class went on and he used all his acting skills to pretend to be attentive, he pulled out another window and started his own hacking software alongside his suit designing, he was already on suit #69. His fingers ran on the keyboard with a record pace. Liz was noting down important points as her teacher explained them, when a notification appeared on her laptop and a note started typing itself. "Hey Liz, Peter here, Sorry about that thing earlier, where I totally destroyed your posting, It was totally not cool, I am genuinely sorry and as an apology, here take this, just click on the accept button below," Liz was never more faster than now, she opened the template to see a very beautiful and artistic drawing of cosmos with colourful planets merging together, it was destructive in its beauty, she came back as the text continued typing itself, "It's a template for your advertisement, sorry I didn't read as to what that was about, What was it anyway?" The text finished typing itself on the black background. And a dialogue box appeared for her to type in.

She sneakily started typing making sure her teacher was not checking on her, "Did you just hack my laptop??" She typed biting on her bottom lip.

"Temporarily," Peter typed back, "Don't worry it's just a dialogue summons, Your Laptops is still completely yours, I am just barging in for a sorry." Peter ended it with a smiley face.

A soft sigh of relief, she did not know she was holding escaped her succulent lips, she literally had the nightmare stuff on her laptop in regards to Peter, especially her Diary and folder including pictures of Peter, if he found out about them, then she would have to forever say goodbye to her crush.

Liz tentatively started typing back after making sure Mrs Warren was not on the lookout, she was even more horrible then Miss Ritters when it came to detention, last year she had her type the papers of hers which were like 200 pages in total, that was just savage on her part, "It was just a meeting announcements for the first session of the club. And thank you for the template, you draw very well, like just wow."

"Nah, it's not that hard to draw once you know the basics and put in the necessary practice," He was drawing Spider-Man costume designs from the time he came here, "So what is this club, I didn't see you in any of my clubs that I was in last year."

"It's a new one, just formed last year about Quizzes on anything and everything related to studies in all subjects, we even have competitions with other schools, But keeping that aside what is up with you and your oh so many clubs that you had joined last year, like you were always running ragged from one class to the next"

"I was just doing crazy stuff at home, so my Aunt promised me something big, if I gain at least a passable certificate in all the clubs, So I joined every club on campus and completely finished them pretty early and easily, and I got bored so I completely learned 7 languages one after another, 3 music instruments and such, so the only club I was in last year was the Physics one, that didn't require much practising or such, Me and Mrs Warren are very good friends because of that."

"What, Seriously?" She couldn't believe her ears, uh!, eyes. Peter, Mrs Warren, Freinds? Unbelievable.

"In my detentions with her we mostly debate and discuss about every wild thing imaginable, she is a very smart conversationalist when it comes to Physics and Technology and such, so I was pretty much always in detention with her because all the clubs I had no use of except Physics."

"Wait, is that why you were always absent from the campus half of the time. You just went home after lunch break, exactly, I always wondered how you just disappeared halfway."

Peter continued working on his different web shooters, he adjusted the nozzle into different settings like fine spray, narrow line, heavy cord, thick adhesive and many such, simultaneously he would type in the dialog box he had hacked, (Temporarily hacked) into Liz's laptop.

"Yeah, that's about right. And they probably knew I would do the same thing this year, so they strategically placed the subjects that I attend with intervals in between so that I don't escape, this is most likely the principal's idea as he was pretty frustrated last year, when I was acing everything without attending half the time and now I don't have even have to be for any clubs, because there are none remaining for me to be in, so I probably have to be in Physics club, just for the sake of that compulsory rule."

Liz couldn't help but grin with a concealed straight face as she read the comment, "Oh God, Such partiality, look at us lowly mortals struggling to juggle studies, classes, club, Homework, cultural festivals and what not, While Big Brain Parker is struggling for something new to occupy him, so unfair Mr. Good God, so very unfair. 's sniff, sniff'."

Peter rather than sympathise with the good natured banter, decided to flame on, "Oh, Homework, Right! Me and Ned made a tiny tracing robot and had it scan our previous notes, So now that small robot does mine and Ned's Homework, we haven't done a single page of homework for the last two years." Peter didn't forget to paste a smiling emoji with horns at the end.

In Reply to that he got a crying one with overflowing tears and another Puffed cheeks angry emoji, with the captions of "So unfair."

Peter smiled and apologised once more before closing the window and going back to his web shooters. He designed an opening circular slit on his shooters so that he would be able to use his organic webbing without his artificial web nozzle hindering him.

All he did was expand the front surface of spinnerette into ports which will automatically contract and dilate so he can use his organic webbing at the same time alongside his artificial web.

All in all he would have two webs holes to fire in a single wrist, but when he gets his Nano-based Spider Suit then he could have as many spinnerets as possible and wherever he wanted as long as they had access to a web cartridge.

Liz on the other hand was on cloud nine, 'This is exactly why she was so smitten with the Nerd. Woohoo,' she cheered internally, she was feeling so smug that her fingers started drumming on the bench and her blonde friend Betty raised an inquisitive eyebrow in her direction.

Liz shook her head, smiling abashed.

Mrs Warren turned to look at the soft noise to find the second smartest student of her class, Miss Alan goofing in dreams.

"Miss Alan," The beautiful African-American teacher with soft swirls of shiny black hair called out, "Any doubts about the problem?"

Everyone in the class turned to look as to what was going on.

Liz was hurled from cloud nine to six at being called out as her smile was wiped out of her pretty angular face, she shook her head in negative and hid herself behind her laptop, blushing in embarrassment.

Mrs Warren nodded to herself as she left the matter alone, Miss Alan was a good, smart Kid, no need for any administration for the girl, unlike one Mr Parker.

She pulled the attention of the class back to the projector, only for her eyes to fall on the smartest, most intelligent student she had ever come across in her teaching career, Peter Parker.

The boy was busy playing on his laptop with something that was so not related to what she was teaching at all, she knew Peter enough to know that he was hardly ever interested in what she thought, let anyone for that matter, he was leagues ahead of graduate students, so ahead that she wouldn't be surprised if he told her that he already knew the entire subject matter to perfection.

She wouldn't be surprised at all, he was just that talented.

But, this level of concentration that he was displaying as he went in and typing made her pretty sure, he was most likely in his games of Star Wars, boy was crazy Mad when it came to Star Wars and it was the fault of Ned for introducing Peter to that.

But this was unacceptable, other students complained to her if she let this slide and if said complaints reached Mr Morita the principal, then she was in for an earful.

The class went confused as to why their teacher stopped teaching, one by one everyone turned and traced her line of sight, to see Nerdy Parker in his Superconscious mode typing like he was going to pull the keys out today.

Monica felt her eyebrow twitch, the white chalk in her finger snapped in two as Peter failed to notice the pin drop silence that had descended upon the class, the only sound being smashing of keys and mouse clicks.

"PARKER!"

The class thundered at the sudden outburst. The classes above and side to the physics classroom rang with the word Parker and by the next period everyone would know that the Parker boy was in trouble, AGAIN.

Nothing New.

On the other hand, Peter felt his skeleton vibrate as he leaped from sitting to standing on top of his chair, quickly snapping his laptop shut and exiting the program while he wondered, 'What the actual fuck happened?'

Looking in Mrs Warren's narrowed glaring eyes, Peter winced as he just knew something bad was waiting to be dished. She kept on drilling her invisible optic laser beams in the back of his skull.

The class didn't even laugh at his dramatic response, praying that her eye didn't fall on them. Some students still remembered the ache in their muscles when they were in detention with her.

"What were you doing instead of paying attention, Do tell! Mr. Parker?" Mrs Monica asked as she folded her hands.

"Nothing, just searching topics for my physics Homework of the Holidays." Peter had climbed down but was still standing with his eyes not meeting her.

"So you were not paying attention?" She nodded like that explained it.

Peter, Liz, Betty, Jason and every other student could recognise the word 'detention' forming on her lips.

"NO." Peter shouted at the top of his lungs, his hands up in the air gesturing to her to stop it. He was already in detention, and only he knew how her detention worked when in regards to him.

It was oh so painful, frustrating and just everything in between.

Liz was throwing daggers at her teacher as she could see her targeting Peter for another detention. Why can't this bitch have her one free period which she shared with Peter, she had already assigned him the next period as punishment, that was minus one for her.

"Oh! So, you do agree to not paying attention, Good, Good, Det..." she was cut off as Peter yelled even harder.

"NO, NO, I mean Yes, YES I was paying attention." Peter sighed like that explained it all.

"So you were paying attention, Good, Very Very Good, in that case, can you please tell me the answer to this problem." Everyone in the class breathed out the breath that they were holding except two of Flash's cronies, those being his gf Sally Avril and the meathead Kong who groaned, because everyone in the entire campus knew that the Parker kid could solve any and all answers from his grade to graduates, he even answered the ones that the teachers themselves didn't know.

Peter exhaled and looked pretty confident. This was easy.

Peter looked on at the half solved problem, the given information was k1 bar, k2 bar and p1 and p2's dot products, so Peter started using the first three to find the measures q alpha-beta vectors, while simultaneously solving different elements in the background of his head, that would be needed ahead, which had to be inserted further down the equation, he was quick in solving the basic logarithm without a log table as he just solved them in his mind and started inserting them in the derived equation, after putting those, he started solving only to get 0 infinite. And all of this happened within two seconds in his mind, he was just that fast.

Pretty much assured that he had just escaped a second detention, Peter answered confidently.

"The combined product of q1 q2 cap and j is 0."

The teacher couldn't believe what this idiot student of her's had just done, he was, was.. she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Everyone in the classroom held their breaths looking at their teacher to see if the answer was correct, many were even more assured that this was the correct answer.

Peter smiled sitting down. Liz happy to be spending time with her crush after his next period detention, Sally and Kong groaning as they knew this was going to happen, Isaiah the African dude who always came third, scratched his head as he tried to understand what just happened.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAPS!

The teacher was the first to clap softly and pretty quickly everyone joined in, the other four classroom teachers and kids wondering what's going on in the Physics classroom.

Peter smiled as someone patted him in congrats. He had just escaped death and that was a tale to be told for his future grandchildrens with fire and marshmallow.

"Wrong ANSWER."

One second the claps were going strong the next second pin drop silence as everyone's jaw dropped this phenomenon was equal to nuke strike, it just never happened.

Peter started coughing like crazy, "WHAT?, Impossible," he wheezed out, checking the board, solving the problem once again only to reach the same zero.

"Mrs. Warren the answer to the product, which totals as I alpha cap is zero." Peter stood once explaining.

"What, Pray tell, Mr Parker is a cap?"

"Um, unit one magnitude." Peter answered truthfully.

"And i, j, k?" She asked exasperatedly.

"Um the three different directions on the graph." Peter answered, trying to determine what she was getting at.

She nodded like she was having an inner conflict.

"Which grade are you in Mr. Parker?"

"Ten." Now the entire class was confused as to where their teacher was going with this.

Monica nodded like that explained it all, "That is the problem Mr. Parker what you are solving is taught in the next grade, that too basics and after you graduate, hopefully you will, in your second year of graduation you will be taught to solve the problem that you just solved, the question on the board is a very basic one which asks you to find a simple term called unit.."

"Scale Magnitude." Peter's face palmed himself as the entire class burst out laughing, he never read the correct question, but answered a correct complex answer, nonetheless.

"There you go, I hope that sums it up then, do pay attention from next time, Mr Parker and everyone let this be a lesson, don't answer without reading and understanding the question and Mr. Parker DETENTION. continuing your first one."

She slammed the chalks on the desk, just as the Bell rang signifying the end of second period.

Everyone quickly hurried out to tell the new Parker tale, Liz giving him and her teacher a nasty glare which both of them failed to see as she went out.

Thank Goodness that asshole son of Norman was not sharing all periods with him, or else he, who knows what else that fucker Osborn will be keeping tabs upon concerning him.

The class emptied out and Mrs Monica closed the door ushering Peter to the teachers chair, pulling the blinds and placing two sound concealers on the door and window made by Peter which would start emitting waves that cancelled any and every sound, he had made them especially for occasions such as these.

It was a very frustrating third period, where she used him for her pleasure with ball rings on his balls, constantly keeping him on the edge and never letting him reach that last blissful release.

And in the fourth detention period it was him who pounded into her hard, raw, tying her to the chair and sodomising her arsehole and pumping her with a load, his second load of the day went down her contracting throat as Peter face fucked her pretty face, making sure to smudge her mascara and makeup, his third load was plastered to her glassess after he tit fucked her and continued back in her tight smooth inner reddish and outer black pussy, with him railing into her from behind pulling hard on her sensitive chocolaty nipple with one hand and strumming her oversensitive clit with his other, while making sure that the his tie was secured as a ball gag in her mouth.

When all of a sudden, when there was still 30 minutes for the lunch break to start, the door opened before closing itself, Peter and the married Mrs Warren were so much lost in their lust that they didn't even notice it the first time, it was the second time when someone sneakily came inside trying to make sure no one saw her except the two girls who she warned, threatened to not speak about this, pretty sure they wouldn't.

She went and whispered," What are you guys doing?" She screeched silently.

They both heard and Peter went to pull out only for Monica to hold him and spit the gag, "No, don't stop I'm close."

Peter was left gaping like a fish, balls deep, his shirt opened, his jeans half hanging as he fucked his physics teacher.

Peter didn't know what to do in this situation, so he continued doing what he was good at as everyone stared silent mouth to each other, and hell broke loose as Mrs Warren gave a guttural moan that bespoke volumes of the orgasm that she just hit as she kept on spasming even after her orgasm died down with occasional minis.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" Peter grunted as he kept thrusting till he came.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she whimpered in delight, squeezing another small orgasm for herself.

Mrs Warren and Peter were quick to dress as Miss Ritters kept guard on the door to make sure no one barged in, in her excitement Monica had forgotten that a spare key to her office was with her colleague Julia Ritters.

Monica was quick to throw Peter out after he was decent without his tie as both the teachers continued the barrage of active conversation behind closed doors, Julia her colleague agreed to not let anyone speak of this again and keep their secret.

Peter got a message from Monica to not worry and Peter left it at that, he trusted her.

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During the lunch break. Peter, Liz and Ned went to Delmar's deli to have their meals before coming back inside.

"We'll come along." Peter ushered Liz inside while they both went to the rooftop to checkout their hidden stock of junkyard, it was filled with spare parts for anything and everything, only the janitor used to come here before Peter gave Stan a better idea of just using one of the student lockers as a storage unit.

So now only they were the ones who used this place. After placing the advert of repairing, it wouldn't be long before kids started bringing stuff to repair, it was a good practice as well for Ned as the guy was still in the learning phase of electronic repairing, they both shared their earnings in half, so Ned was indirectly helping his only mother with money, just as he was helping himself and his Aunt by doing jobs like White hat hacking, server fixing, working in the junkyard, as if, he was mostly there on the lookout for extremely valuable tech from big companies like Stark, Baxter, Oscorp, etc.

And the amount of junk present there was just astonishing. What was even more astonishing was the owner was a complete idiot who didn't know the importance or price tag of that junk, so it was quite a hidden coal mine so to speak.

After making sure everything was well and how it was supposed to be, Ned locked the door with the spare key, and Mrs Warren was their alibi in case anyone found out about this hideout and complained to Mr. Morita, the principal, who was fond, very very fond of always reminding everyone who came to his office. About how great his grandfather was to have fought in the World War ll alongside Captain America in the Howling Commandos.

Everyone and their six feet buried relatives knew about this. He was just that much.

Peter and Ned sat for a while in the football ground discussing the Photoshop application that he and Peter were working upon, as Flash and others were gathered along with Coach Wilson to discuss the practice sessions as the matches with other schools were in the next two-three and believe it or not, Midtown High was winning this cups from the last four years, their team was a lot strong, with all the brutes that is.

Peter scrutinised further on the field only to find Harry Assborn, ahem, Osborn mingling well with Flash.

"What's up with that new guy and you?" Ned asked, having followed his line of sight.

Harry was not in any of his classes, not that he had more than two classes today and free periods were usually, always detention for him, and even then he could tell that Harry Assborn was ignoring him, and that's something he was taking complete pleasure in, as far as he was concerned that's the best he was going to get, might as well enjoy as long as it lasts.

"That's, Uh, Where to start?", Peter winced as he went down his memory banks, "Quite a headache, That's Harry Osborn son of Oscorp founder Norman Osborn, it was somewhere around seven-eight years, back when me and Osborn went to the same school, because my parents were employees of Oscorp back then, he was a good friend, constantly bullied by his father, when he used to fail in some subjects, while me, a son of his employees was easily acing everything, outclassing his son in everything, Norman felt humiliated in a way so he started showing his displeasure on Harry and Harry started developing a jealous streak whenever Norman praised me for my brilliance, he sort of became inferior in his own mindset, then his Mom died in a car accident and Harry became even withdrawn, started hating him in fact, became bad to worse in studies, nothing was going good for him, his only stable anchor left him, he broke, Norman thinking that the teachers were not good enough to teach his son, he pulled Harry out and admitted him to some rich school, out of New York, I don't remember where exactly, and that's the small history."

"Oh really!" A soft whisperer whispered in his ear from behind him. A chilled cold shiver travelled his nerve senses and Peter shook with a jolt, jumping up and rubbing his ear.

"Liz! Goddamn, fucking hell, don't scare me like that." He admonished the beautiful black haired, creamy skin toned girl, bubbling in laughter from where they were sitting on the benches.

"Aww, Sorry Pete." Liz showed her teeth, not at all sorry.

"You knew she was going to do that, and you still let her?" Peter asked Ned, who did a lip sealing gesture with his hand.

"Ha, Ha, Very funny, I'll be remembering this, your time starts now, happy dreading till then." Peter smirked, showing his pointy canines.

Liz felt a tingling spread her being at the smoky look Peter was directing at her, very casually she crossed her thighs, subtly rubbing her core and her kegels pulled inwards in desire.

'This boy was killing her without trying.'

Liz glared at him, before sighing, "Ah, don't be so mean Pete, take a chill, anyway I need some help with my Maths."

"No time to relax at all," Peter grumbled, him and Ned packing their individual laptops, "Ned! Earlier you were asking, Why I was looking out for students to tutor, this is exactly why! Everyone just asks me to help them in their studies for free and I have to help without anything in return."

"Aww, that's because you are just too good at teaching Pete. That's why everyone flocks around you during exams." Liz beamed cheerfully, "And what's this about Tutoring?"

Ned answered in Peter's stead as he was too busy wrapping up, "A whopping thousand dollars for each student and Peter will tutor them in any subject and he has listed his GPA of three years which is a whopping 5 with those extra credits, so he sure is going to get students whose parents are concerned for their Kids and still cheap compared to the standard minimum outside."

"Exactly!" Peter grinned in Triumph, "Free 3000 dollars extra cash, maybe I should totally stop helping noobs for free. Then my demand will increase, and so will my price."

"Getting ahead of yourself already, geez, hold your breaks. And I ain't paying a single buck for you to help me, Now com'on, we only have 20 minutes for the next period." Liz mocked him.

Peter gleefully replied, "20 minutes for your next period, I am going home after that, let's get going girls and boys. Your time to suffer starts now, My time to Fuck off starts in twenty minutes."

"But don't we have politics next?" Liz asked, confused.

"That's for Self study, so my time ends now, let's go."

Peter skipped towards the campus in hurry, He had some heavy Aunty fucking to do.

"Can't you just spend some time with your friends inside the school, Pete?"

"I have so much more to do than that at home." Peter ran ahead of them, whistling a tune.

Liz shook her head at her crush's over enthusiasm as she and Ned followed him to the canteen.

They both followed him to the canteen, which was filled to the brim, with not a single seat table empty.

"Maybe an empty clubhouse." Ned suggested.

"I am still hungry!" Peter replied, as his mouth watered at the first site of creamy donuts with sprinkles, "There." he pointed at a lone girl sitting in the corner emitting 'fuck off' vibes.

"How much does this guy eat in an hour alone?" Liz asked as Peter grabbed four donuts all for himself just after having three big sandwiches.

They all took a seat where the black haired curly girl with black denim jacket, black jeans and Midtown T-shirt munched her meal with one hand and flipped the pages of a book with another.

Peter at first doesn't recognise her, maybe a new student, "New student, huh? Welcome to Midtown High. What's your name by the way!"

She ignored him, focusing on her book.

"Okay! Either you are rich, RICH or intelligent enough to land a seat here, I am guessing on the latter, what say you Ned." Peter addressed Ned as he and Liz joined them, Peter opened his donut and went to town on it.

"Same." Ned replied, not having an idea as he didn't even hear the start of the conversation.

Liz shook her head, 'What nutcracks both of them.'

She introduced all three of them as Peter gobbled the first donut with manners, that was exemplary.

The new girl didn't acknowledge them, so Liz left her alone, but Peter was not Peter unless he didn't pester anyone for no good reason.

"Nice glasses, by the way, Smart student." Peter complimented finishing his second donut as he gestured for Liz to pull out her books.

The new student was quick to feel her face to find the invisible glasses that she never wore only to find the loser, laughing silently, Liz swatted Peter for his joke.

The new girl with curls looked blankly as Peter finished his third donut before answering him, "Neither are you rich nor smart, Loser."

"Aww," Peter gasped, turning sideways to look at Liz, "Liz she called you a loser."

Liz mock glared at him, "Sorry for this idiot, Pete leave her alone, Here." she pointed at a problem which was supposed to be taught somewhere around next month, second week.

"Oh come on, don't be like that, what's your name?" Peter whined, taking the pen from Liz as she opened the textbook.

"Not losers." The new girl replied from behind her book.

"Okay, Not loser, welcome to the team of Losers, there, all recruited. Happy." Peter said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

She turned her nose to him, not paying attention.

"Ouch that hurt, when was the last time that happened to us." Peter asked no one in particular.

"Um Yesterday?" Ned nonetheless answered doing his holiday Homework.

"Dude!, seriously." Peter deadpanned.

"Pete," The tone used by Liz was enough to send the hairs on the back of his neck standing alert, "Will you please solve this problem. And don't forget to read the question this time." She ghosted her eyes with a sweet poisonous smile.

Peter gulped and did as he was told, he explained the concept first before solving the hardest sum in the textbook and clearing the doubts she had in between.

When she was satisfied, Peter gave her a decently challenging sum to solve as he supervised her.

He turned to look at the new girl, keeping to herself like an invisible wall was separating them and her.

Suddenly there was a complete silence as everything just died down, Peter, Liz, Ned as well as the new girl turned to see what was causing the lack of commotion.

"Oh fucking hell, What is she doing here?" Peter yells to no one in particular.

"Who?" Liz had never seen Peter more out of character than at that moment.

"That bitch right there." Peter pointed to one Mary Jane Watson, who recognized Peter's earlier yelling and grinned like the cat which got the canary.

"Oh her? You don't know! She is a new student. Hey Jason, what is her name?" Liz asked the male school news anchor of the school with black ancestry, everything from curls to Mah Man attitude.

"She is a transfer student, Mary Watts something. Why?" The guy adjacent to their table asked.

"Oh this is not good, So so fucking not good." Peter whispered frantically even as he freaked out from inside, his ex was here, How the fuck did she know that one Peter Parker went to Midtown High.

"You know her?" Ned asks, wondering what's the big matter.

"She is the bitch, Mary Jane Watson, that I was telling you about on the Bus in the morning!" Their last six month's relationship's, breakup was one-sided from Peter, pretty sure she is here for no one but him, specifically.

"What?" Liz stood quickly finding the bitch who dared to go to.., Liz glare was so venomous that even the basilisk of chamber of secrets would pale in comparison, her twitching eyes so stony that would even make Medusa shy for once.

The redhead bitch was strutting this very way in fact with a pretty but not so good intentions smile.

"Time to fuck off, Liz, sorry but we'll have to do this some other time, see you later Ned, I'll tell you when I am free to build the new Lego Deathstar." Peter picked his bag and hurried towards the opposite exit door, not for once daring to look back.

"Cool?" That was the only word Ned got out of the ongoing chaos.

Peter felt three-four murderous glare being directed at him from different directions but he didn't have time to comprehend about that, as he took off towards the exit like a prey escaping from its predator.

The sudden silence quickly descended into chaotic talks as the envious boys couldn't believe that Nerdy Parker with glasses could have a girlfriend, let alone such a bombshell.

He scampered faster than the rats on a sinking ship, he threw a side glance to see if he was being followed or not, only to find no one behind, he left the breath he was holding and relaxed his hurried pace, double checking to see if that bitch was anywhere.

In his walk ahead, looking back he collided face first into someone, his entire centre of gravity shifted as he went from falling to hanging desperately on someone's small arm.

He was quickly hoisted back, by none other the bitch herself and Peter wanted more than anything then to be not here as he looked this way and that trying to find someone, a teacher, principal, his assistant, the coach, even Stan the janitor would be godsend right now, only the odds were never in his favour today.

He should have suspected something like this, first Aunt May, second Bus, third Flash, fourth Norman Asshole Assborn, fifth Miss Ritters, Sixth again Miss Ritters who caught him having sex, And finally, fucking bloody finally of all of them, he would fucking preferred confronting Galactus instead of this Psychotic bitch, okay not psychotic per se, but pretty close.

His lungs burned as he had forgotten to breathe, she was gripping him together than her pussy. Yes they had fucked.

"Hey Peter." Mary Jane greeted with a knowing smile, she stood right in his path making sure he didn't escape her clutches like he had been evading her since their so-called break-up. She never had a say in this so-called break-up.

And having him this close, brought all of those pent up urges from the last two months to the front with such an insurgency that she couldn't fathom anymore.

She had never wanted a cock more in her pussy than she did when he was near her, his was the only cock that she ever had and not even the biggest dildos stashed in her Aunt's secret box compared to his mighty mammoth, he had ruined her for everyone except him. And he was so fucking not going to leave her hanging, she had not reached an orgasm try as she might, it just wouldn't come.

Her clitty hardened on its own and her petals lubricated themselves with overflowing juices as anticipation of having that big baton plough deep within her moist pink pussy, with her legs bent all the way and tucked to the back of her head and he used his cock to slide in her slippery velvety folds, stretching her beyond any toy could hope for as every pulse of his heartbeat beat on her pussy walls, she shivered and her insides clenched in remembrance.

No, Never, she was not going to let him go like ever. He was hers now. And her's forever.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to!," Peter stammered his eyes searching for escape roots, he tried the classic, "Do I know you." Hoping with his every cell for it to work.

The canteen again was quiet as everyone wanted to see this new phenomena, some were even pointing their cameras at him, most likely so that it would be used as proof in the school's news Channel.

He could already see Betty creaming her panties for this news.

"PETER ~," He was so dead, he was legit dead, before even being Spider-Man, he was frantic. "It's me MJ, Did you forget me already." She asked coyly with a sweet not so sweet smile at all.

Peter stood ramrod straight, stiff with fear, he so fucking wanted to be anywhere but here.

She pulled him in a tight sensual hug, locking his head in her nape, gently nuzzling herself against his cheek, entangling her small fingers in his thick, long wavy black hairs, sniffing his unique scent even as she sighed in relief hugging him tighter as her modest cup breasts poked in his chest.

He turned this way and that, trying to figure out an escape route, he saw Ned standing with Liz already stomping towards them, Peter signalled Ned with his hand giving him the universal sign call with his thumb and last finger behind MJ's back.

Ned grew confused as to what his best bud was trying to say, before he jolted out of his trance and scrambled to find his phone, he quickly called Peter's phone.

The call rang and his smartwatch buzzed, MJ looked at the hand trapped between her and Peter.

"Oh Fuck, Aunt May," Peter squeaked, he didn't even glance at his watch, "She's so going to kill me, she told me to buy groceries while coming back and I am already late, sorry MJ talk to you later. By-"

"No, No you won't. Not Today, Tiger" She ordered, she clung to him with all her strength, "You are not escaping me, Peter Parker."

Through some rough wiggling and thrashing he freed himself with only his hand and his bag in her confines, Peter kept piling force, but that damn bitch was not at all letting him.

Liz appeared out of nowhere and tried separating both of them.

"YOU!" She snarled, "Liz right, What are you doing? It's between my boyfriend and me, so why don't you leave us be, argh. Peter you asshole."

She clutched his bag just as Peter painfully separated himself.

MJ didn't give any response time to the red cheeks Liz, "TIGER, You, stop this, right now, and let's start talking boy, you have been avoiding me for Two Straight Months." She pronounced the last three words even though she didn't relent her hold on his backpack for a single second, but doubled with both hands even as Peter and Liz both tugged harder than ever.

How much strength was this bitch packing in her small body. They both wondered.

Everyone didn't know What to think of this new, new development. No one would have ever thought two girls fighting for Parker let alone one.

"Fuck This."

Peter finally had enough of this chaos and a terrified Peter, slackened his hold on his bag straps, both the girls stumbled before they found Peter sprinting with long strides. Thankfully his skateboard was in his locker.

"TIGER." MJ screamed with all her might as she threw the bag aside on some poor student's head and scurried in Peter's wake running with all her speed.

This bastard, how dare he, leaving her like that, he should be kissing the ground where she stepped, she was never going to forget this humiliation and neither him for that matter, his dick belonged in her vagina. It was the temple he should be worshipping.

Peter turned to the chilling rage filled voice even as he kept running, he reached the ground as the entire canteen rushed behind them recording with their phones with Liz in the lead.

In his hurry, he slammed into two students on the football field taking all of them face first into the muddy ground.

The collision was enough to make him see stars, but he saw the triumphant grinning face of MJ as she came closer and closer.

Peter got up to find the two he had slammed into were none other than Flash "Eugene" Thompson and Harry Assborn.

His face went pale white as he blanched at another new headache as he saw these meatheads clutching their stomachs with angry expressions, even as face scrunched in pain.

"So, So Sorry," Peter told them wide eyed even as he kept backing up slowly.

"DON'T LET HIM RUN." MJ yelled from a distance.

"You heard her, ouch, Parker." Flash replied as he and Harry stood up. Peter winced at the tone filled with Pain, "You are so going to regret messing with me Parker." Flash cracked his knuckles and ran behind him with Harry glaring at Peter's back with a crazed look even as kids ran past him.

It's always, all fucking ways, Peter this, Peter that, even now when he was going out to celebrate with his new friends after getting selected in the team, with his merit, he was being overshadowed in everything Parker did.

Not anymore, not ever, Parker, his father, they were all bloody same, mongerers of attention, in his entire life he never felt more frustrated than at that moment.

He. Hated. THEM

Peter on the other hand was cursing.

Which motherfucker was out there planning his day for him that he was getting so misfortune today, Peter didn't know, but if he ever found them, they were D-E-A-D, dead.

He saw as the gates came closer and closer when at the last minute the watchman slid closed the electronic gate.

It was a small narrow gate with two walls some six feet gap near each other, he heard the yells of "Got ya"

"No way to run anymore, Tiger". MJ hissed as she tried to catch up.

Peter disagreed with them, he increased his sprinting and as the gates came closer he leaped his right foot on the left wall, kicked the wall with force as he was thrown towards the opposite wall, he did a turn in the air and caught top of the wall, he pulled himself easily only for Flash to catch his right boot, rather than being pulled down he kept his other foot on Flash's shoulder as a leverage to push himself up and jumped on the other side of the wall with both his shoes.

"No, you idiot, Why did you let him run..." The sound of MJ cowering a meek Flash faded in the background.

Everyone was dumbfounded and flabbergasted as they saw Penis, Nerdy Parker parkour a 15 feet school gate without the slightest struggle.

"Oh my god."

"Did you just see that?"

"Did anyone record that?"

"Was that Parker."

"Holy Shit, Didn't know Parker could do Parkour."

"Damn, the Nerd"

Peter didn't hear any of these as he caught a taxi standing on the red signal and gave the address to the subway after which he was back home, on the entire route Peter kept thinking about What the Fuck Happened Today?

And how was he going to deal with it?

He had pissed off so many people today, and how and where did MJ find about him going to this particular school in all of New York.

Oh this fucked up.

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Peter had messaged Ned instantly to see if he could somehow procure his school bag.

He took the stairs to his flat on the fifth floor, he rushed with three stairs at a time, the way the things were going today, he was not sure he could handle waiting in the lift as it climbed higher and higher in sync with his dreading thoughts of today's circumstances, thus he poured his energy into climbing the stairs, steady three stairs a time, turning right when he reached top and going on.

Sometimes it's better to just not give a damn and just keep doing what you want, even if nothing is developing.

He did just that, he reduced the distance to his flat.

He gave a missed call to his Aunt May to let her know he was coming. He had installed a tiny location extension on her mobile so she could check up on him and know his location whenever he forgot to pick up her call. And his smartwatch told her his health condition, so that she can rest easy knowing her nephew was safe.

Racing towards his door Peter knocked once and the door was open instantly and soft, smooth pale hand grabbed him by his collar and dragged him in before slamming the door shut.

Peter stumbled, his jaw hanging as he saw his Sexy Aunt May dressed in an expensive lingerie, the room was lit with candles and soft glowing lights, the curtains closed.

He squinted his eyes to see his Aunt in an expensive purple two piece, her half cup bra was cupping her excessive spilling boobs in their confines, her nice pink areolas peeking halfway in those cups which was tied to her back with straps snaking from the sides instead of her shoulders, this uniquely enhanced her bare plunging cleavage and long smooth toned arms. The barely there bra ONLY clung to her round underboobs, she was just deliciously nude without that.

"Wow," Peter croaked, gulping for air as blood pumped itself to his other head and a prominent visible bulge made itself known, Aunt May developed a knowing grin even as she concealed her blush, Peter loved it.

Her hair was in a perfect French Bun with soft touch-up hints of make-up. Long smooth eyelashes, curved thin eyebrows, eyes like that of a hunter and that smooth vulnerable neck, Peter so very much wanted to leave hickeys there, marking her, claiming her.

Aunt May cocked a bemused eyebrow at him and turned around showing her shapely bouncy butt and planted her right wrist on her hip and subtly thrust her round butt cheeks while turning back with those smokey purple eyeshadow eyes, raising her sculpted brow in question, asking if he liked what he saw, the tiny g-string thongs were lost in her big asscrack only showcasing the art of her smooth supple back, it was an inverted heart shape, extremely narrow waist with round hefty firm but supple hips which flared sideways and curved further into long never ending toned legs, all thanks to her yoga classes and her Italian genes.

She was a feet taller than him.

Below those tits, Aunt May wore a tight fitting velvety maroon corset of a very expensive classy kind with ribbons and leather, it was enticingly painted on her long narrow washboard abs, the top portion disappeared below those purple half tits, the odd purple and dark maroon contrasted with each other very deliciously and adding black pumps of six inch heels she was beyond divine.

Peter was drooling thinking about those see through black pantyhose on her long narrow legs running all the way below her waist with that non existent thong above them.

He loved full form fitting pantyhose especially colored, he always ripped them apart as they further enhanced the drool worthy ass cheeks of his Aunt.

He had bought this set, personally.

Piercing sky blue eyes stared right at Peter as the shimmered glow of the lights magnified her alluring beauty. Peter gulped as his throat went dry and his pants strained and Aunt May grinned wolfishly as she did a circle of walk, showcasing herself with both hands planted on the sharp inward curve of her corset only then did Peter notice the long gloves in her arms that ran till her elbows they were nude in colour, which is why he lost them, he could imagine those soft velvet material wrapped on his cock.

Peter was slack jawed as May sauntered towards him swaying those curves a mile, her toned hips sauntered towards him and the long strides in her gait was particularly dangerous.

Sweat gleamed on his forehead as his T-shirt was clinging with sweat.

May was jumping with joy internally as she observed Peter's surprise reaction.

She took his hands in her's and placed them on her narrow waist and took Pete's handsome face in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss.

The kiss was unlike anything as she kept her assault of hungriness, a rapturous ecstatic shivering delight circled her spine as Peter gripped her neck tightly and dove into the moist cavity of her mouth scanning with his tongue the hidden depths, he flicked and licked on those captured succulent lips and May pulled back grinning, and went for his neck, nibbling the soft skin, pounding with thuds of his heart, it was empowering to have such an effect on Peter.

In her knees she felt the poking beast of her nephew, still nibbling and licking as Peter groaned, moaned and hissed with her assaults, she flicked, licked, bathed and swiped with occasional chewing on his pulse point, doing magic to his senses, she wrapped her right long smooth leg around his waist and ground her core into his in circles with alternating side by side, and ups and downs.

She moved here mouth to his ear as Peter was left sighing, she licked lines in his ear, nipping her teeth on button of his ear, nibbling and chewing on his earlobe, she was having a blast of feast and if she kept up her grinding he was sure he would cum his pants.

The cold accumulated moisture on his neck and ear were washed with chilling AC air leaving goosebumps in their wake, Peter shivered and thrust himself against her thong covered pussy as May blew warm breath on those cold regions and rubbed her tits on his chest.

"Ungh... Fuck... May... You are killing me." Peter's hands were not idle as he squeezed and fondled her big fat bum.

"Hmmm, Am I?" at his hurried nods she ground emphasising, "Good." She kissed his forehead and ran her palm on his eyelids, Peter kept his eyes closed as May untangled from him and circled him.

She breezingly whispered in his ear in that arousing tone of her's, sending shivers up his spine and his cock gave an involuntary lunge, "I have a surprise for you."

"Uh huh?" He heard something, the clicks of her sexy pumps and something being torn like a paper, knowing that he was supposed to keep his eyes closed, he ignored his curiosity, he felt the air narrow as Aunt May came back with those clicking heels.

Something sticky and tight was placed on his mouth.

"Umph, mmph." Peter opened his alarmed eyes and looked down to find duct tape, a big cutting of that in fact, securely placed upon his mouth, his hands automatically travelled towards them, only for Aunt May to intervene and catch them, Peter asked with his eyes, what this was about? As his mouth was covered securely.

"Did you forget What you promised in the morning? My pleasure, so no talking, be thankful I didn't choose blindfold to go with it." She started to take him by his hands and pulled him towards their bedroom.

The Inside of the bedroom was also plunged in darkness but without the soft glowing lights from the hallway, the only light being candlesticks.

She gently pushed him to sit on the giant King sized bed and crawled on top of him, "No kissing, but everything else.. " she left it there hanging with wiggling suggestive eyebrows.

"Ummp!" Peter gagged in his tape.

Aunt May pulled his T-shirt and hurled it somewhere and Peter assisted by lifting his arms, she hungrily eyed the big bulge in his jeans his muscular torso with visible four packs and big beefy biceps, she was quick in unlatching the belt, removing the hook and pulling his fly down, she snaked her hand inside and tried to pull his dick out, only it was a hard on and the jeans was tight, she yanked the jeans down and out of the way as she was greeted with the big daddy, fat cock.

She looked at Pete like a high class society nymphomaniac as desire ran rampant in her sky blue eyes and she bit her soft succulent lips. Peter again had the intense urge to capture and extract the delicious nectar out of her, only this time he couldn't do that with his mouth closed shut.

"Oh does Petey want to fuck mommy." May asked in her mommy childish voice. Peter was not given a moment to nod as he hissed.

She had pulled oil from the table top and poured some heavy amount on his jutting thick veiny dick as Peter moaned at the slippery sensation.

May smiled and shushed him, she gently pumped him, making sure every inch and crevice of his bulbous head shined, his long shaft with thick veins gleamed in the fire light, she took both of his balls in her palm, fondling them as they tightened and once again poured generous amount of oil and messaged each with attentive care, after all they were the ones who worked to provide cream for her morning coffee.

"Petey, mommy loves you, okay. Always remember that." It was soft and it was all, they both knew how much the other one mattered for themselves.

She stood up while ducking to his eye level and pulled the cock below her mouth and let the collected saliva flow from her very kissable lips, Peter put his hand on her head urging her to take him deep in her throat only for her to glare at him frostily, Peter got the message when Aunt May squeezed his schlong harder than necessary.

She turned and presented her lovely behind to him with a tilt of her head towards her thong, Peter knew what to do, he pulled them aside and clutched the soft material of the pantyhose in his both his hands and pulled them each in opposite direction, ripping her see through pantyhose, her beautiful smooth fat mommy white ass was presented to him and her purple thong disappeared back in her asscrack.

But that was not all.

Peter also saw a butt plug with a purple jewel encrusted in it logged deep in her asscrack. He gave an assuring pat to her ass and with a squeeze he took hold of her hips firmly and gently pulled on the butt plug, the butt plug was easily three inches wide in its curvature and a long conical dome.

Holding her firm butt he started applying pressure occasionally thrusting the big plug in and out to loosen her chute and stretch her sphincter wide, May was inhaling and trying to relax, with occasional mewling and whimpering moans escaping with sighs of pleasure, her white pale asshole stretched wide enough to fit a tennis ball inside, the thickness of his dick and Peter completely popped it out leaving Aunt May breathing heavily.

It was easily thrice as big as the normal butt plug sold inside a sex shop.

"Good Boy," She huffed, panting softly and patted his head like a small kid, "Lay down."

Peter did as he was told he scooted back till he was lying on the pillow and like predator scouting her prey, languidly Aunt May climbed on top, crawling on top of him and resting those heavenly butt cheeks on his chest, Peter was constrained in his breathing as she took both of his hands and pinned them above his head, Peter knew he could easily overpower her, flip them both and start pile driving her ass till he shot hot scalding cum in her anal chute and plugged it close with the butt plug.

Before giving her multiple orgasms from pussy pounding.

But he had promised her, he would put aside his gratification for her pleasure this time, so he lay still.

"Now, Now I want you to remember your promise, Mommy will be the one doing all the fucking, so lay down and enjoy." She leaned down to lick the nipples on his chest. And a tickling jolt ran to his dick as it gave a lunge.

May took her nephews hands and spread them too the far corners of the bed and trapped his can thickness cock in her thighs and ground her pussy lips on him, her juices squeezed their sticky nectar on his slick cock with squelching sounds as she rubbed him back and forth, her clit dragging itself on his veiny shaft as his angry cockhead pumped with blood.

"Oh your bastard, big prick, you want to fuck mommy's asshole, don't ya." His cock pulsed like nodding back and forth, she travelled down to nuzzle the beast wrapping those velvety soft gloves and pumping it as Peter closed his eyes save moaned.

She came back atop to grinding on his dick and moaned aloud as the heart beat in his thick cock pulsed in her pussy petals. The flaps of her pussy grasping and clenching at empty space as soft juices ran down her juicy thigh.

Seeing Peter properly lost in his pleasure with his eyes closed and just as he tried bucking his hips upwards, she swiftly latched the handcuffs attached to the bed railing to his hands.

Peter's eyes shot open as he felt metallic hinges latch on his wrists and saw his Aunt May smiling naughtily.

"There is no way to control you Petey, except confining, Enjoy." She giggled in his ear, kissing him one last time on his pulse point on his neck, leaving Peter befuddled with pleasure as she grabbed his towering cock and squatted on the bed with him in the middle and his shaft aiming at her nether regions.

She lodged his bulbous corona on her grasping anal hole and with an exhale of a breath she slowly eased her weight taking the gargantuan head of her nephew, she gave a few testing tiny bounces, moaning rapaciously.

Throwing her head back with her eyes wobbling in their sockets she cooed as half of his length disappeared inside her and sharp jolts of pleasures ignited within her clit as the pink walls of her asshole sucked her nephew's cock, oh so blissfully.

"Oh darling, Petey I just can't get enough of this piece of meat, the way it just stretches, ah, ahh yes, just so unbelievable." She increased her pace from testy bounces to full deep thrusts as titanic tits flopped all over the place, even hitting her face.

"You like that you naughty boy, fucking your mother like Aunt." She squeezed his jaw with those glove covered hands when Peter failed to answer lost in his own lust, she slapped him hard enough for him to nod his agreement, she slapped him more and more as the crazy lust in his eyes heightened her need for him before she was satisfied and increased her hard pounding of her nephew as her asshole completely inhaled his towering cock till the root.

She grabbed the headboard and slammed her ass cheeks again and again with her eyes closed, lost in shudders as her insides clenched him every time she took him deep before releasing her grip, essentially milking him.

Peter was going crazy as the velvety walls of her asshole gripped his prick and May undulated those child bearing hips in an eight again and again, before she reached back and undid the clasp of bra hurled them at his face, seeing how Peter barely flinched, a fire of crazed madness ignited in her and she directed her hands around his neck and started squeezing his neck, Peter felt the oxygen in him reduce and his bound hands flail he looked up to see his Aunt May smirking, seeing how his prick became harder and pulsed fiercely against her walls shot a thrill in her spine.

"I bet you like it more, when I am in control, instead of you selfishly seeking your own pleasure, isn't it?" She screamed as her insides burned wet with the rigorous assault.

She ducked down towards his sweaty face even as she bounced hard on the mattress, she released his vulnerable neck, hooked her arms under him and went to town with brutal slams of her ass on his dick, the tightness of her ass on his thick cock directly sent raw pulsing jolts to her clit.

SLAM--SLAM--SLAM--SLAM

The room was filled with unmistakable fucking sounds as he and Aunt May copulated like never before, she licked the collar bone of his like a bone by a dog and Peter went crazy as his dick gave a near orgasmic jolt.

"Yes, Yes Oh sweetheart, Agh, Fuck Me you're the best." She slapped him again with a resounding sound before twisting and spanking her lovely ass, she left strong red handprints in her wake as she kept fucking with one armed hooked under Peter.

She pulled back going from brutually fucking to grinding her ass back and forth even as she held her breath as pleasure ran rampant on her sheen covered sweaty body, her eyes rolled in their sockets.

Her pretty sexy face twisted as she neared nearer to her orgasm, "Oh fuck, Pumpkin I'm cumming. ARGH, UNGH, URGH." Her asshole clutched him tightly as she rode her orgasm and her pussy lips fluttered and she shot a torrent of her sweet juices all over her nephew's muscular torso, drenching him and the bed in sweet girlcum.

Peter's painfully hard dick protested as the simulation of fucking slowed down as Aunt May rode out her aggressive aftershock mini orgasms, with occasional spurt of pussy juices splashing out, she fell face forward into the crook of her nephew's neck with a loopy grin on her face on the very edge of falling asleep.

And that's when..

When Peter took matters into his own hands, bending his knees Peter thrust his heels in the mattress and pulled on the handcuffs with whatever leaveaway he could get and used the awkward thrusting pose to start thrusting his mammoth cock in her Aunt's sodden anal hole.

"Urgh, PETEY."

May's eyes shot open from her slumber as she felt her arched ass being pounded with aggressive thrusts, her mouth locked itself into a screaming 'O', as a seizure took over and she came again within seconds of her first orgasm.

If this went on she most likely will be walking bowlegged for the next few days, so May reached back and just as he started to thrust she pulled back completely, and Peter went nuts as his balls wailed in pain.

He thrashed this way and that, the bed groaning and creaking, her melon sized tits flopped on his head and he was again cut off from oxygen.

"Argh, you asshole, wait a second will ya." She held his dick in her wet pussy and Peter thrust blindly, he was beyond caring now, he only cared about his inevitable release, his wrist burned, his pelvic muscles clenched harder than ever as he kept thrusting into the clenched pussy hole of his May, She reached up and pulled the duct tape fast and hard.

"Ahhh," Peter screamed in stinging pain of the tape, "You bit-" He was cutoff as Aunt May sloppily kissed him, with their tongues entangled and exploring the others sweet mouth, Peter slowed down to gentle thrusts and May helped him by taking his face in her hand, using them as leverage as she slowly gilded her booty back and forth, her throbbing clit rubbing his torso, dragging the g-spot on his veins.

She soothed the pain by kissing his cheek with fleeting touches of her lips, leaving a burning trail in their wake, Peter closed his eyes and smiled, "Thank you." as she nuzzled his nose with her's.

It was pure love making as they both lost in the moment and May shook with the the third orgasm of the day, her body spasming in traitorous release, but this time she pulled herself together bouncing greedily as another orgasm was on the very edge, Peter himself thrust rapidly.

"Oh Fuck Me, May."

"Holy Hell, Petey, don't stop."

Peter didn't even think as both their bodies locked in sizzling seizures of cumming pleasure, his thick dick ballooned in the depths of her womb and shot load after load of hot babybatter in her womb.

This triggered her's as her cervix tightened, her fornix squeezed and her walls clenched vigorously and her pelvic muscles let the tension go, twisting this way and that, her juices poured all over Peter's dick accompanying his thick gooey load with it.

Her head thrown back with eyes closed, May rode out her fourth orgasm and aftershocks before lifelessly falling face first on Peter.

Peter was already developing a semi-wood but seeing no way to revive it, he too left it alone, as May whispered a "Thank you." In his crook and went to sleep, Peter kissed the side of her head, as he yawned, he gave two whistles and seeing as there was no whirring sound of motors Peter closed his eyes, as that meant his door was locked, once closed it automatically locked itself unless Peter didn't give three whistles to open it. But always double checking doesn't hurt.

Peter took one last look down, corset, ass ripped pantyhose with cum leaking out of her pussy hole, purple panties hooked on her butt cheek and those heavenly breasts squished on him, her french bun was somehow so prim and proper there was nothing more better in life that could top this.

Only he was not satisfied, but Peter was not demanding, he let it go and sleeped with his arms stretched and handcuffed just like the virgin Jesus Christ.

May moaned like a cat and clinged to him in the cold AC air.

Peter softly whispered a command in the speaker/mic on his bedside table and the AC air became much bearable as May sighed and snuggled deeper in her embracing him.

Peter smiled softly as he too finely closed his sleepy eyes with a yawn, today's day at least ended well.

And maybe by the time they woke up by evening, he'll be fucking her instead of the other way around.

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Only he shouldn't have thinked like that because when he opened his eyes, it was to a scream as Aunt May stood in her bathrobe clearly having been bathed. Panicking and trying to shush someone.

Only she was not the one to scream.

Beside her stood none other than the bitchy Redhead MJ aka Mary Jane Watson, her eyes making the connection as she connected the dots, she hurled his bag on him.

And Peter was left omphing as they both stormed out of the room.

In his half addled disturbed sleep. Peter cursed his big mouth.

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A/N:- Do leave suggestions in the comments, and criticism, write good comments to motivate me to write fast.

And of course I'll be starting a P-atreon. There is nothing posted there yet, so don't got there yet.

The next few chapters are a work in progress, this Sunday I'll try to upload the next chapter, do know that not all chapters will be this big, like 20K but somewhere around 10K, not all the smuts/lemons will be provided here, because I as well have to start earning, with how fucked my life is and all, Anyway lets keep my broke crisis aside.

With that being said, Keep Being Awesome.

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For future.