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Note: These are a continuation of "missing panels" from Ultimate Spider-Man #59. As stated in the comic there is a four-month gap, this story happens somewhere in between.

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Missing Panels from Ultimate Spider-Man #59

Chapter 7

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The video display shines an aura of electric blue on the wall. The little red light is on. On the screen is the image of an empty wooden chair. There are a few rustling noises before Mary Jane Watson enters frame, sitting on the chair. She�s naked from head-to-toe, making no attempt to cover herself. Her posture is a deceiving mixture of calmness and apprehension. She doesn�t look scared.
"Hi," the young redhead says to the camera. "I�m don�t have my diary but I want to record how I�m feeling right now." She looks down mumbling, "Remind yourself to get Peter another tape."
Mary Jane looks dead into the camera. The seriousness of her face cannot be mistaken. "Peter, right now you�re upstairs with Gwen. I�m totally cool with it. I know that our love is stronger than any jealousy or sexual tension crap. I trust you. I know you�re not going to fall in love with Gwen or anything. That�s why I�m giving you two some alone time."
Mary Jane looks down, unsure of what to say next. "I think I�m a little gay for Gwen�" she mumbles with a dopey grin on her face. Nervously Mary Jane shifts in her chair. She looks up, changing the subject. "Gwen, I hope you�re having a happy birthday. I trust you. We�ve always been friendly, but I wouldn�t say we were friends. I�d like to change that. I trust you not to fall in love with Peter. I figure that anytime an unrelated guy and unrelated girl live in the same space that something has got to pop up, its only natural." She�s staring at the camera. Her eyes are big green pools of understanding. "If anything does happen I want you to come to me with it first. I know Peter will, but he can be a little dense sometimes, so I�m trusting you."
MJ smirks, suppressing the urge to giggle. "I keep getting the feeling that Aunt May�s going to come walking through the door and find me strutting around the house naked." Mary Jane begins to pantomime reactions to an invisible conversation. "Hey Ms. Parker, what�s up? No, Peter�s upstairs with Gwen. They�re naked too. It�s a school thing. Friday�s are "nudie day". Makes pep rallies more interesting."
Irresistibly grinning at the though MJ brings herself down. "Well I�m getting kind of cold, so I think I�ll find some clothes and get out of the basement. I hope Gwen�s enjoying her first time." Mary Jane looks into the camera with a sultry stare, "I know I am."
She stands, perfectly framing her sex. The image becomes cloudy as she approaches the camera, "I hope this doesn�t wind up on the Internet."

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Gwen Stacy is really good at sucking dick. There is no polite way of saying that. I want to give her a complement to show my appreciation for the excellent job she�s doing, but I can�t figure out a way to say it. "Great blow job, Gwen!" and a thumbs up doesn�t seem to cut it. I stop trying. Instead I moan my appreciation.
(If you ladies ever want your man to feel like a king, give him oral sex while he�s standing up. I swear if more women started doing that the divorce rate would drop and we�d have fewer wars. World peace and happy marriages, all thanks to the standing blow job. Spidey recommends it!)
As much as I like the royal treatment, if Gwen keeps going I�ll come in her mouth. As much as I�d like to, MJ gave me a mission, so I take Gwen by the shoulders and stand her up. Gwen can�t lift her eyes to look at mine. Instead she takes my cock in her right hand, squeezing and jerking in one motion. It feels great and gives me a good view of her naked body.
Not that I have all that to compare her too. MJ�s a buxom redhead. Her tits and hips are bigger. But beauty, especially sexuality, is so much more than that. Gwen�s frame is thinner with tight muscles giving her a svelte, pleasing quality. Her breasts are small and hard, with big pink nipples. She�s thin without being sickly, athletic without being mannish. I love touching her. It�s such a contrast between soft skin and hard muscle. My hand wanders down her tummy and she almost jumps out of her skin as my fingertips caress her sopping wet pussy.
It�s very smooth and very slick. Nothing like MJ�s, so weird.
Gwen gasps, her surprised gaze finally meets mine. Gwen has a crazy look in her eye, wild, wanting and scared. She combs through my hair with her free hand and bites her lip slightly.
She leans in, lips puckered. I reflexively pull back, avoiding the kiss.
Her eyes snap open, she doesn�t seem to know where she is. "What�s wrong?"
"Nothing," I stammer. I�m a terrible liar� and stupid too. I�m naked� Gwen�s naked� she �s stroking my cock for pity�s sake. When Mary Jane left, Gwen was sucking my dick. MJ gave us her blessing. Of course we�re going to kiss. She told me to make love, not fuck. God, I�m so stupid.
Gwen glances at the floor like she�s done something wrong. I lift her chin.
"Sorry," I say leaning in for a kiss.
This time Gwen pulls back. "Wait a minute� Where�s MJ?" Gwen asks in a wavy voice as she pushes me away.
I try to explain myself, "MJ told me to�"
Gwen nods catching on. "Yeah, I guess kissing is a little much." Gwen looks at her closed bedroom door. "I wish she was here to clarify."
I hug Gwen loosely. Neither one of us is touching the others� genitals any longer.
Gwen�s expression is one of guilt. "Yeah, the kiss was a little much." She cocks her head to the side and gives me an evil snicker. "Maybe I should just go back to sucking your dick? You seem to like it and she�s cool with it."
"No."
Gwen seems surprised.
"MJ went downstairs," I explained, "she wanted us to have some alone time."
Gwen nods as a look of understanding crosses her face. She gives me one of her trademark smirks. "Have I ever told you how cool your girlfriend is?"
I give her a little shrug, "What can I say? I have good taste in women."
(Boosh! Diplomatic to the one and complementary to the other! Perfect recovery Parker! )
Gwen laughs, seemingly at ease. I draw her in by the waist, hugging a little tighter. I can feel the wetness between her legs. I�m sure she can feel how hard I am. Her hands are on my back, one tracing the length of my spine, the other tickling my neck. I hold her tighter, pressing her tits to my chest. I can feel her breathe. With one arm I hold her by the waist, the other cradles her head. She wraps a leg around me as I dip her backwards. Our lips touch.
I kiss her. It�s not the way they do it in the movies (except for the dip). First our lips are barley touching, then it�s a gentle suggestion, soon it�s a building want and finally a burning passion. What little breath I have is filled with the scent of Gwen. Her hot flesh is clinging tightly to mine. I lose all track of time. It could be an eternity that I�m lost in the sensations of Gwen.
I stand her up, and slowly Gwen breaks away. She takes an unconscious step back. She�s standing rigid, eyes closed. Her skin is flushed pink. Her nipples jut out in defiance of gravity. I can see the shimmering excitement between her thighs, almost running down to each knee. She has a goofy grin on her face as she takes another step backwards.
"Wow�" Gwen purrs, "MJ really is a lucky girl-" Gwen lets out a surprised squeak as she trips over one of the many boxes that clutter her room.
She�s falling. I have spider-reflexes.
Gwen�s eyes flutter as she realizes that she�s didn�t land on her ass. I have her safely in my arms. Gwen wraps her arms around my neck, nuzzling my chest. She doesn�t say anything, just smiling at me sweetly as I lay her down on the bed. She eases onto the mattress. I get the impression I make her feel safe.
I sit on the edge of the bed and comb a stray strand of hair out of the corner of her mouth. Her big hazel eyes are sparkling at me. I caress her cheek with the back of my hand. She kisses the back of my hand. Slowly I trace down her bodyline with my open palm. She squirms as I touch her throat, writhes as I reach her breast, and trembles as I approach her cunt.
Gwen�s smooth as a baby down there. It was so strange of a sight. Don�t get me wrong. I�m a total fan of MJ�s, but I�d never really seen one up close. Most of the time we had the lights off (or I had my eyes closed). And MJ had hair. I�d never had the chance to get a good look. Gwen�s looked small. Her lips were tiny, but puffy. It was wet and a little more red than pink, waiting for me.
"Peter? Is everything okay?" Gwen asked meekly.
"Uh-huh."
I can�t take my eyes of it. It�s the science geek in me.
"You�re staring."
"Yep."
"Okay weird," Gwen seems to have a quiver in her voice. "Most guys stare at my tits or my butt as I walk by. I don�t even let my vagina doctor look at me for that long�"
Why was Gwen talking? This is really cool�
"My eyes are up here, Peter."
I slowly turned my head, not wanting to look away. The Gwen�s expression made me feel guilty. She was nervous, totally uncomfortable with me staring at her bald pussy. I try to give her a reassuring smile.
"Well," Gwen�s voice seemed wavy and hollow. "Do you like it?"
"What?"
"My Brazilian?"
"Is that what you call it?" (They have nicknames?) I gave it a friendly pet, "Hello Brazilian."
"Uh- that�s what they call a crotch wax Peter."
"Wax?"
"Yeah," Gwen motions spreading something over that area. She makes a ripping motion, complete with noise.
"Ouch," I grab my equipment in sympathy pain, "why would you do that?"
"I thought you might like it." Gwen seemed really uncomfortable. "No hair feels kinda sexy-"
"It�s different-" Whoa! Wrong thing to say. Gwen rolled over and pulled a blanket over herself.
"Maybe we shouldn�t do this�"
"Wait, Gwen�" I spend a good second, fumbling for the right words to say. Then I realize that they are never going to come, so I wing it like I always do. "I�m not staring. It�s not gross or anything. It�s just different."
"And that�s bad?" Gwen spoke to the wall.
"No, it�s different. It�s supposed to be different. That�s not weird. Weird is if they were exactly the same."
That didn�t get a chuckle out of her, tough crowd.
I touch her shoulder. She doesn�t shy away. That�s a good sign. I crawl up next to her, but not going under the blanket. I want her to know I�m close, but not forceful.
"I�m sorry for staring Gwen, it�s a pretty strange situation all around."
She turns her head looking me in the eye. She�s very serious. "Strange?"
Man I keep putting my foot in my mouth. "It�s not every day that my girlfriend tells me to make love to a beautiful woman." That made a dent. "And that�s the strange part Gwen. She told me to "make love". Not "have sex" or "fuck". She said "make love and take your time", and then she just left."
Gwen rolled onto her back. The blanket was pulled up high enough to give a tantalizing hint of breast. "But why would she do that, Peter?"
I stared back at her. "Because she wants your first time to be right." Her big amber eyes seemed to melt.
"That�s so sweet." Gwen smiled shyly. "Has anyone ever told you how awesome your girlfriend is?"
"Some naked chick did," I smirk back, "but I�m sure she�d like to hear it anyway."
Gwen reached out and played with the scruff of my neck. "Do you really think I�m beautiful?"
I answer her with a kiss. Our lips and tongues intertwine. She takes sweet. It must be the cake she licked off of MJ. I want her to know that I want her, but have the restraint to take it slow. I do my best not to be forceful. Gwen cups the side of my face and draws he closer to her. With the blanket between us I miss her skin.
I�m trying. I�m really trying. But after a moment Gwen pushes me away. "What�s wrong?"
Now I feel a little guilty. "MJ�s not here." I spill my guts to her, "MJ is downstairs playing Nintendo or whatever and I�m up here with another girl. It doesn�t seem right."
Now Gwen was the one who smirked. "Peter, come on� she told you to do it. She wants us to do it. Do you think she left just so I would feel more comfortable? Besides," Gwen reaches down with her hand and finds my stiff cock, "I know you want me. It�s been like five minutes and you�re still hard."
Her touch is electric. It sends a shiver up and down my spine. Gwen is hot. (Really really hot.) I love her body. She�s so sexy and cute. Mary Jane gave us her blessing. Its time to stop being a coward.
I kiss her, long and deep. Gwen�s defenses drop. She�s surrendering, not submitting. There is a big difference.
Gwen lets me take the lead. I push the blanket aside. She lets my hands touch wherever I want. I�m rubbing her bald little pussy as she kisses me sweetly.
How can it be a pussy if it�s bald?
"Peter," Gwen moans as she breaks off the kiss. Her face is flushed. Her expression is full of an indefinable lust. "I want you� I want you inside me." Her eyes are slits, closing with the force of want and desire. She�s spreading her legs enough for me get between them. She�s holding me close with her arms.
Her mouth hangs open in a silent scream as I push myself into her. I�m kissing her lips but she�s not kissing back. Her mouth is still open in that expression of an exaggerated scream.
Gwen grabs my hips before I can pull back. "Don�t!" She gasps. "Don�t be gentle. Don�t try to be romantic. I want to save that for when I�m in love." She cups my face in her hands. "Can we just fuck?"
Fucking is so much easier.
Gwen groans loudly as I push into her again. She�s very tight. It had to hurt, but somehow the groaning encourages me to keep pushing. She turns her head to the side and bites her hand, trying to stifle the noise. I start thrusting a little harder. She spreads herself as wide as she can, pushing back with her hips as I piston into her.
She starts panting, her face turning red and twisting in pain. Part of me wants to stop, to let her know it�s supposed to hurt the first few times. The rest of me, the darker part of me, don�t care. It�s almost like I want her to hurt. It�s like she is becoming every cock-teasing girl that I�ve every met, the type that would only go so far and then stop. God I hate that, almost as much as I hate myself for enjoying Gwen�s pain.
I push into her harder, feeling the seed start to well as my balls tighten. Her hand falls out of her mouth as she gives up on being quiet. I can see the purple marks her teeth made as she grabs the pillow and moans with each trust of my cock. Gwen is giving in, surrendering to the sensation of it.
Her eyes close. She lolls her head back and forth drunkenly, moaning louder and louder. I pump harder and faster, urged on by the rasp in her voice. I feel her body begin to tense. She�s so thin, light as a feather. I pick her up in my arms and lift her into a sitting position. She doesn�t resist, can�t really. I changed the angle to get deeper inside her and Gwen hangs onto me limply. While there is no strength in her arms, there was plenty in her hands. I feel the sting of her nails digging into my back. I lift her slightly and drop her onto my cock. I repeat it again and again, pumping with my hips as I do it.
Gwen bites my shoulder. The pain makes me pump her harder. She bites harder still. I can feel her hard little tits slap against my chest.
I give up all pretenses of making love. Gwen wants this. Gwen likes the pain. I like giving it to her. I�d never be this rough with MJ, but Gwen was a different kind of girl.
She wraps her arms and legs around me, digging her nails in and impaling herself on my cock. I give up on the sitting position. Standing goes so much deeper. Gwen trembles as let most of her weight become supported by how tightly she clings and the stiffness of my dick.
She cries out, as sound of lust and pain. The girl I knew, the policeman�s daughter, the girl who was always rebelling, always the victim, she was gone. In her stead was a wild woman full of desire for sexual release despite the obvious pain. Her want had been replaced by her need. There was no stopping her.
Gwen reaches up and under my arms, digging her nails into my shoulder. She squeezed with her thighs and tightens her grip around my waist. Gwen�s taking over, bouncing herself up and down the length of my shaft. I had to put one hand on the wall for support. She has really strong legs, strong enough to make it difficult for me to breathe.
Gwen was hungrily kissing my neck and chest, pacing her bobbing swings to her own beat. She wraps her arms around my neck and continues to fuck me at an ever-quickening pace. I don�t know when I lost control but I�m almost scared to make her stop. It feels so good, tight like a fist but softer than wet silk.
"Oh-holy-fucking-Christ�" Gwen pants, "I can feel in building�"
She almost slips off me. We�re both sweating buckets and I�m getting light headed. Gwen latches herself back on; trying to wipe the sweat soaked hair from her face with one hand and hangs onto my neck with the other.
"So good� so good� so good�" Gwen starts to chant, bordering on babbling. "Are you gonna make me come, big boy? You gonna fuck me till I scream?" Gwen is like a woman possessed, whispering and moaning dirty things into my ear as I hear our skin slap together. "So good� I love your cock, Peter."
I�d thought we�d promised not to use the "L"-word.
"So good� so fucking good� God you feel like you�re tearing me apart and I love it!" Gwen barely ever pauses for breath, and she never skips a beat on my rod. "God Peter, tear up my pussy up like you own it!"
I can feel Gwen tense and tremble again, getting ready to orgasm. "Come for me baby� come for me� shoot your goo inside me, Peter... I want to feel you come�" I can feel my nuts swell. I clench the muscles in my dick, just as Gwen�s cunt was starting to clench around me.
"Ahhh�!" She screams, digging her nails into me again. I feel myself pass the point of no return just as her vagina begins to spasm. The quivering starts there and spreads throughout her whole body. My head snaps back as my jizz charges its way up my shaft. I hold onto her as she starts to convulse, her entirety rocking with the force of the orgasm. My own knob is throbbing in time with her as my seed pulses into her body. She clings to me tighter than ever, but the painful sensation of the fingernails is gone. Instead she kisses me softly on the neck.
The tension leaves us, simultaneous orgasm had made all the negativity drift away.
"So," Gwen panted, trying to recover. "Do you ever fuck Mary Jane like that?"
I lay her down on the bed and (reluctantly) pull my cock free. "No." I lift her chin and wrap a blanket over her naked skin. "No, I never fuck Mary Jane. Even when we do it hard I still consider it making love."
She reached out and wipes the sweaty hair clear from my forehead. "That�s so sweet, Peter." Gwen rolled her eyes and smiles in afterglow, "You�re like the ultimate boyfriend."
"I�d like to think I trained him well." I hear from the doorway.
Somehow I fail to see how fucking another girl makes me the ultimate boyfriend but let�s not question it.
Mary Jane is a glorious sight in the morning. Even clothed the light of the rising sun through the shade made her skin of her face glow rosy-red. She�s unbelievably beautiful in so many ways. She carries a tray with three steaming mugs on in and places it down on one of the more even piles of rubble in Gwen�s room.
"Is that coffee?" I have to ask.
"Yup," MJ said cheerily, "fresh made."
"I love you." I mumble as I pick up a mug and plop onto the bed next to Gwen.
Gwen sniffed the air like a dog catching a scent. "Is that hazelnut?"
"Right again," MJ chimes as she hands Gwen a mug.
"I love you too." Gwen mumbles as she sits up.
Mary Jane nonchalantly leans on a pile of cardboard boxes. Something crunches, but no one seems to care. MJ takes the last mug off the tray. "I got breakfast ready to go, figured we could all use some food after last night."
Gwen rolls onto her back. "I sure got plenty of sugar. And last night just ended for us."
Us? Is there an us?
"Tis� true, tis� true." Mary Jane chuckled, smiling like the dawn. God she�s pretty. I don�t know how a human being can make a yellow t-shirt and overalls look sexy, but MJ seems to manage. Her mouth opens slightly and I hinge on every word. "Somehow, I think we�re calling out of school today."
"Aunt May�s away," I remind them. "I don�t have anyone to call me out."
"I�ll call you out," Gwen states flatly. "I�ll tell them you have the flu."
I consider this a flimsy plan at best. "Well how are you going to call out?"
Gwen rolled her eyes again. "I just call up, say Peter has the flu and I�m having a heavy period. If they have anything to say about it, I get really bitchy."
"Yeah, but aren�t they gonna want a doctor�s note?"
"For you, maybe�" Gwen couldn�t get that stupid grin off her face. "For me, no; the period thing normally does it. Truant officers have no idea how to handle that one."
"Wait a minute," my head is buzzing and not from spider-sense. "You have a "get out of school free" card? All you have to do is say you�re having your period?"
"Yeah�" Gwen giggles like I should have known that all along. "But it has to be a heavy one. And you can�t use it all the time."
I look over at MJ in disbelief. She nods with a bemused expression. "Three days was my limit. I had two papers to do, the PSAT to study for, and a hole to sow in the butt of somebody�s costume."
"Hey, I remember that. It was like three weeks ago." I blurt. Now I�m flustered and blurting. "You told me you had the runs."
MJ shrugs, "Well, yeah. If I told you that I was perfectly healthy but swamped with work you would have called out too. I know how much you�d love to fool around all day and I wouldn�t have gotten anything done." She sips her coffee and tries not to give me the look that I�m completely stupid. "Not to mention it would look suspicious and I wouldn�t be able to use it again."
Okay, I get it. "Like now, when it will look suspicious."
Mary Jane points to herself with a dramatic flair. "A lady has to keep her secrets."
Did I just see Gwen and MJ exchange a knowing glance? It was definitely a glance, but was it a knowing one? (Damn it! They have "Poker Tells for Dummies" why don�t they have "What Your Girlfriend is Really Saying for Dummies"?)
MJ picks up the empty tray. "I can smell the bacon start to burn. Come on down when you guys are ready," she says as she heads out the door.
I sip my coffee and move towards the doorway. "I want pants," I explain as I turn back to Gwen, "are you coming?"
"Still? You�re not that good Peter." She gives me a teasing smirk, "but I�ll be down for breakfast after the afterglow fades."

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