Miles Morales had been sitting in the back of the coffee shop for about twenty minutes when Mary Jane Parker arrived, she wasn't late, he just came in early because he wanted time to calm himself. As soon as he saw the bombshell redhead come through the door and remove her coat, though, his heart skipped a beat. She was dressed in a yellow sweater with blue jeans, not exactly a flashy or sexy outfit, but MJ's figure was so incredible it didn't matter, you could still make out the shape of her huge boobs, her thick thighs and, though Miles couldn't see it at that moment, her peach-shaped white ass.

Mary Jane noticed him and waved with a smile on her face, making her way towards him. Miles took some deep breaths to calm himself down, it's funny how he had been able to go up against supervillains who literally wanted to murder him and keep his cool, but doing what he was about to do made him nervous. He got up when the redhead came close and wrapped her arms around him, he held onto her by her waist. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest and he could smell the sweet perfume she was wearing. This was what tipped him over the edge. Before he had been asking himself if he should do this or not, but after feeling those warm globes rubbing against him, he knew he wanted more, he had to at least give it a shot.

"Good to see you, Miles!" she said, excitedly.

"Good to see you, too, MJ", he replied.

The two sat on the table, opposite one another.

"Oh, and congratulations on your eighteenth! Sorry I didn't say anything before, it's just things have been crazy. Guess you can really call yourself Spider-MAN now, huh?"

MJ started laughing to herself, Miles thought she was so hot, with her fiery red hair let down over her shoulders, her ruby lipstick, her make-up and those sexy green eyes. "I hope you'll start thinking of me as a man, MJ. In more ways than one", he thought to himself.

"Thanks for that, MJ. It's been rough getting here, but I feel like I'm getting better at the whole superhero thing," Miles replied.

"You betcha! When Peter was eighteen he was nowhere near as good as you are now!"

She smiled again. Miles hoped that she'd compare him favorably to his mentor more often in the future.

"How's Pete, by the way?" Miles asked.

"Oh, he 's fine. Still a bit sore from that fight with Rhino, but we're all used to that kind of stuff by now. And how are you? I saw you had to deal with a hostage situation the other day"

"I'm fine, those guys were tough, but it was nothing I couldn't handle and everybody got off without a scratch. Well, everybody but the robbers"

"See? You're such an amazing hero already!"

He smiled at her.

"And how are you, MJ?"

"Oh, y'know, the usual. I'm doing a shoot for Vanity Fair tomorrow, so that's pretty exciting, they even brought this designer from France. He designs beautiful lingerie, but sadly I won't be trying any of them, just some dresses."

Mary Jane looked down a bit. Miles had spent many, many hours stroking his Big Black Cock to sexy pics of his mentor's wife throughout the years, not that there were many of them as of late. Peter was unfortunately an insecure husband and so had asked MJ to do more tame shoots, rather than the lingerie or bikini photos that she used to do, much to the dismay of her fans, Miles included.

"Man, I had a girl looking this hot, I'd want everybody to know about it. Nothing but low-cut cleavages and short skirts", he thought to himself.

A waitress came along and took their orders, Mary Jane asked for a banana split while Miles just asked for some water.

"I'm breaking my diet right now, so all of this is our little secret, okay?" Mary Jane said, playfully winking at him.

"Hey, I won't tell if you won't", he replied, smiling.

They spent a few moments in silence, watching the people through the window of the coffee shop. Miles was trying to gather the courage to do what he wanted when Mary Jane broke the silence.

"So, why did you ask me out here anyway?"

"Uh… Well, you know Gwen broke up with me, right?"

"Yeah, Peter mentioned something like that. I'm sorry, it really sucks to get your heart broken. So you want some tips on getting her back, is that it?"

"Nah, nah. I wanna move on. In fact, I kinda already got my eye on someone."

"Good for you!" she replied "It's just a waste of time to obsess over an ex. Besides, sorry to say it, but I always thought it was weird, you dating Peter's ex-girlfriend, even if she is from an alternate universe. I mean, it'd be like if you were dating me!"

She started laughing to herself again. Well, there's an oportunity, might as well just come out and say it.

"Well, what if I was dating you? And not some alternate universe version, either, I mean you"

She stopped laughing abruptly and just looked at him, mouth open. Her expression then became lighter.

"Alright, alright, I deserved that one. Real funny, Miles"

Her banana split and Miles' glass of water arrived.

"I'm serious MJ. You the finest girl I ever seen in my life, I swear. From head to toe, you're a ten. I even had dreams about you is how much you're on my mind"

Mary Jane's face was as red as her hair from hearing that.

"You're serious? L-look, I'm flattered and all, but there's a million reasons this could never happen. The press would have a field day if they found out I was going out with an eighteen year old black kid. Besides that, Peter is my husband and your mentor!"

She ate a spoonful of her banana split. Miles thought it was interesting how she mentioned the age gap before bringing up Peter. He always knew it was gonna be difficult, but he wasn't done shooting his shot.

"About the age thing, who cares? We're both adults here, besides, you're the one who keeps saying how mature I am"

"Well, okay, but you're still over ten years younger than me! What would people say?"

Part of Miles was surprised she was even arguing. Before this, he had considered there was the distinct possibility she'd just tell him "No" straight up and leave right away in a huff. It was better for Miles that things were going the way they were.

"People don't need to know, MJ! We can keep this thing to ourselves. Our little secret, y'know?"

"Our torrid little secret, you mean. No way. Besides, I love Peter."

"I love him, too! Look, MJ, 'dating' was the wrong word. I know you the love of Peter's life and he is yours, I don't wanna get between that-"

"You just wanna get between my legs, is all", she interrupted, irritated, but not angry enough to leave.

Miles felt backed into a corner.

"Look, I know how hard it is for you to be the wife of a superhero. You got your career, but you also gotta worry whether your mans is coming home safe that day"

"Your point?"

"I know you get lonely. Pete ain't young no more, if he gets beat up badly, even with that healing factor, he's gonna be out of commission for a while, not able to perform his duties as a husband. All I'm saying is you should have some means of stress relief, somebody to help you fulfill your needs"

She took another spoonful of her banana split. Miles drank some water.

"Look, to be perfectly honest, I do get pretty lonely sometimes, and I do have urges just like any woman, but that doesn't mean I'm about to jump into bed with my husband's protege!"

She was getting angrier, Miles had to defuse the situation somehow, he put his hands up.

"Okay, okay. I got the message. But how about this: sex isn't the only form of stress relief, sometimes just talking to someone is fine"

She seemed suspicious, but also calmer.

"I guess, yeah. What do you suggest?"

"I suggest we start doing this more often. We can meet up here and just chill for a while, talk about whatever we want. That sound good to ya?"

She stopped for a second. Mary Jane was in desperate need of a friend who wasn't a model. Besides, there was stuff she could talk about with Miles that she couldn't with other people.

"And no funny stuff?"

Miles put his right hand up.

"I'll stop if you tell me to stop. On God"

Again she stayed silent for a while, then finally relented.

"Okay, if it's just us talking"

"Alright, then. Let's talk"

And that's what the two of them did. They just discussed whatever topic came up and soon enough the mood became light again, no trace of MJ's previous anger, they stayed in that coffee shop for about forty minutes just talking and laughing. Miles told MJ about some rappers she should check out and the model told the young hero several behind the scenes stories of the fashion industry, nothing juicy, really, more just backstage drama. Miles sometimes looked at MJ's boobs in her sweater, especially when she stretched and you could see their shape clearly through the fabric, but she seemed to never notice. MJ finished her banana split, and let Miles try some.

"Well," she said, "This was fun. A bit weird at first, but fun"

"Same here. How about we do it again next week? Same time and place?"

MJ got up.

"Hmmm… okay, I think that can work. I'll see you, Miles"

Before she could leave, Miles grabbed her hand.

"Hey, but don't discard what I said before, okay? I mean it, I think about you all the time and I wanna take care of you"

She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, I know very well how you wanna take care of me, Miles"

He smiled. She didn't sound angry, more playful.

"Hey, I got the tools for it. You ever been with a black guy before?"

He let go of her hand and she stood next to him.

"Can't say that I have, no" she replied, arms crossed beneath her breasts, making them stand out.

"But you have heard the rumors, right?"

"What, about the… size difference? Of course I have, but rumors usually aren't true"

"Well, with me they are. Twenty bucks says my BBC the biggest dick you ever seen in your life"

She seemed caught off guard by his comment, but not grossed out.

"I don't know about your… BBC, but your ego is certainly the biggest. Bye, Miles"

Again, the redhead seemed playful, not really mad. She walked off, and Miles got a good look at that big, shapely ass, barely contained by a tight pair of jeans. It was an ass that got people's heads turning in the streets and her supermodel way of walking, swaying her wide hips, only drew more attention to it. Miles meant what he said before, he didn't want MJ to break up with Peter and he saw his mentor like a brother, but he also saw Mary Jane as a woman, a very, very sexy woman.

MJ thought about Miles and what he said the whole subway ride home. She had never thought of him in that way, she met him when he was only fifteen, after all, but he was right, he was a man at this point and, though unconsciously, she had noticed his developing physique, he was quite athletic, too. Peter had mentioned before that Miles had more stamina fighting than he ever had, "Maybe it's something about his mutation," she thought "Or maybe it's because he's black, besides being bigger, everyone says they have more stamina as well"

She had to remind herself more than once of how wrong this whole thing was to keep her mind from wandering.

The rest of her day was the usual, Peter got home thirty minutes late because Shocker had held up a bank, but she was used to that. She made dinner and waited patiently for him to arrive. When her husband arrived he was apologetic, and she soon forgave him with a kiss. He knew about her date with Miles, and she said everything went fine, never mentioning his proposition.

"It's good that you guys are talking. I can help Miles out with the superhero stuff, but some things I think you're better equipped to handle than I am, MJ", he said over dinner.

"I guess you're right", she replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. During the meal, she noticed a message from Miles arrived, but didn't open it then. Later, she and Peter fooled around for a bit but he was still too beat up to really do more than just kiss her.

"Sorry about that, MJ"

"It's alright, Tiger. You just focus on getting better, y'hear?"

"You're the best"

"Tell me something I don't know, baby"

They started watching some old tv show on the bedroom and Peter quickly fell asleep while holding MJ, who was still wide awake. She glanced over at her phone, remembering the message from Miles. She shouldn't open it. In fact, she should just ignore Miles until he finally got the idea there was never gonna be anything between the two of them.

MJ's chin dropped when she opened the image Miles had sent. She was in the bathroom now, having snuck out of bed. Her eyes were glued to the cell phone screen and, in particular, to the gargantuan black cock in the picture. Miles had placed a water bottle beside his Big Black Cock for a size comparison, his member was at least as thick and even longer than the bottle, easily the biggest Mary Jane had ever seen, especially as of late. Peter was amazing in several ways, but down there, he was only an average five inches. Miles on the other hand looked to be packing at least ten.

"What the hell possessed Gwen Stacy to give up a dick like this?" She thought to herself, feeling her nipples harden and poke through the fabric of her silk negligee. Then she noticed something else: Miles' dick was placed on top of a picture of MJ, a particularly spicy picture from one of her early days where she was wearing tiny red panties and presenting her big, white cheeks to the camera. "Thinking about you", Miles' message read.

"Oh fuck, I'm getting horny"

Before she could think about what she was doing, Mary Jane Parker was leaning against the wall, her legs open, one hand playing with her pink, wet pussy, while the other held onto her phone, her eyes never deviating from the massive ebony dick on the screen. As the minutes went by, her breathing became heavier and MJ became sweatier, she eventually removed her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked so hot, so fucking hot looking like a bitch in heat with her fiery red hair and lips. She went back to masturbating, imagining that monster on her screen going inside her, hitting places no man, much less her husband, had ever hit before.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

She came and her legs became weak, she slid down to the floor and just sat naked in the bathroom, basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm she'd had in months. She got herself cleaned up and went back to bed.

"MJ, are you alright? You were in the bathroom for a while…" said a groggy Peter.

"I'm wonderful, Tiger. Just wonderful" she replied.

Miles was sweating bullets at this point, he had sent MJ the dick pic over three hours ago and still no reply. Maybe she hated him now, maybe she told Peter about what happened, maybe Peter was on his way right now to give Miles the ass kicking of a lifetime.

"Dumb motherfucker, you really just gonna come out and say you wanna fuck the man's wife like that? What did you think was gonna hap-"

Miles' line of thought was interrupted when he noticed his phone screen flashing. It was a message from MJ.

"I owe you twenty bucks", said the message.

Miles' heart jumped to his throat right away and he spent several hours afterward stroking his big dick to his large collection of pictures of Mary Jane Parker, wondering how their next meet-up would go.

This isn't based on any one previously established version of these characters, think of them as an amalgamation of several different versions. More chapters to come... whenever I get around to writing them. I don't really have a story planned out or anything, just several scenarios I wanna try out, if you got any suggestions of scenarios, by all means post them here.