Writer’s note: AU Spider-Man harem story. Work on the next chapter starts when this post hits 20 overall score. Hope you enjoy!
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I was pretty sure that was the last box.
My Aunt May had helped us cram every container Betty and I could reasonably fit into her car, and had hauled all of it–and us–upstate to our first day of college. We’d gotten everything out of there in fairly short order, once we’d been given clear instructions where our dorm was. Aunt May, whose excitement and energy level rivaled our own, helped us get everything out, and was just about to help us crack open boxes when I held up a hand.
“It’s okay, May,” I said, using my most innocent sweet college boy tone. “We’ll take care of the actual unpacking!”
My aunt, whose slim figure belied more smooth curves than I was typically comfortable to notice, turned from the biggest box to us, pulling a long lock of chestnut hair away from her face. Her smile faltered slightly, and her brown eyes focused on me.
“Are you sure, Peter?” she asked. “I set aside the whole day so I could help my two college kids get settled in! Are you sure you and Betty don’t need a hand?”
I swallowed, trying to ignore the implications of the question. May was great, in so many ways, but was also good at both reading and speaking between the lines. I nodded, trying to stifle a nervous swallow at my smiling, skeptical aunt.
“Oh, I’m sure we can handle this part, Mrs. Parker,” Betty piped up, moving past me to my aunt. Betty Brant was a little taller than May, and therefore me, with similar features: brown hair and eyes, slim frame, nice curves. In other words, excellent girlfriend material.
“It’s our stuff, after all!” she continued, then leaned into “whisper” to her loudly enough that I could clearly hear her. “But, between you and me, I think he just doesn’t want you to see how many Legos he actually brought with him!”
“Haha, yeah, cute,” I retorted, as they started to giggle at me. “No, it’s just that we can handle the unpacking, while you… maybe… hit up the grocery store for us?”
May hesitated for a moment before her dark eyes widened. “Oh, of course!” she exclaimed, reaching into her pockets to pull out her keys. “You two have a kitchen in this place and everything! We absolutely should fill it!”
She made her way to the door before turning around. “Are you sure you don’t want to come along?”
“Yeah, we’re sure,” I replied, polite as I could. “It’s just… this is where we figure out, you know, what goes where, and really make the place our own.”
“And we trust your judgment about what to get at the grocery for us,” Betty said with a smile. “Peter and I might need to negotiate some space and placement issues while you’re gone though.”
“Ahh, okay,” May said, a smile of dawning realization playing at her lips as she opened the door. “Get prepared to give up some real estate, Peter!”
She closed the door behind her, and Betty turned the deadbolt after a few moments.
“Okay, she should be gone for at least an hour,” she said, turning to me with a hungry smile and pulling her shirt off. “Come here and sex me, right now!”
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As soon as her shirt came off, I was done for.
My name is Peter Parker. You might know me as the Amazing Spider-Man, but today, I’m just a newly minted college student. So is my girlfriend, Betty Brant. But we’re also very horny, and young, and haven’t gotten to do the deed in nearly a week. Preparations for the trip to campus have kept us busy.
We needed to make up for lost time.
Betty and I have been dating, off and on, for almost three years now. She was one of those hot, busty babes the guys all wanted to get with, and who I’d never have thought would be anywhere near my league. But shortly after I got my powers and started my superhero career, she’d taken notice of my nerdy, Lego-collecting ass and soon we started seeing each other.
Maybe it had been the newfound confidence.
Three years of having sex meant she knew me, really well, and that I had a special weakness for hot chicks with big tits. She’d probably also suspected I would resist her enticements, and was in no mood to negotiate, so she just pulled off her shirt. Whenever her smooth, soft C-cups come into view, I quickly lose all reason and become a quivering, sex starved puppet for her pleasure.
It happened that Betty was wearing a bra–a lacy black thing she knew I liked–but she knew the effect her mere cleavage had on me. Drawing in a lustful breath, I moved to hold her, my arms enveloping her slim waist as my face descended towards her amply endowed chest. Her skin was soft and cool as my tongue found her decolletage, and her moan at my touch made my heart rate rise.
Along with another organ.
“Yes, baby,” she crooned, grabbing my hair with one hand and kissing my ear and nibbling on it. I moaned in approval, and she began directing me down to the ground with her other hand. “That’s it. Give momma what she wants. What she needs. What she craves.
“Get on your knees.”
I complied, slowly dropping to the floor as I kissed down the smooth skin of her flat stomach. Betty knew my body, she knew my mind, and she knew every intimate vulnerability I had when it came to sex. Big tits. Dominant women. Hell, she even knew I like women who smoke, even if she didn’t. But she also knew I loved the taste of pussy, and hers was especially delicious.
And Betty loved getting head.
I pulled down her jeans and panties with some difficulty, but got them to her ankles quickly enough to dive tongue first into her warm, womanly snatch. As my eager tongue locked the tang of her insides, Betty groaned, loud and deep from her loins, and I felt her hands grapple my hair and scalp as she pulled my face further into her forbidden delights.
“Ohhhh, FUCK yes!” she moaned, leaning against a nearby wall as I continued to make out with the luscious lips between her lovely legs. “I’ve needed this. I’ve been waiting for this. It’s been too long! Hasn’t it, baby? Haven’t you missed Miss Betty’s Pretty Pussy?”
I could only groan an affirmative as she rocked her hips back and forth into my face, fucking it as I pleased her. She was quickly approaching orgasm, and I wasn’t about to slow it down by talking.
“Yes, I know you have, Petey,” she went on. “You can’t ever get enough of what I got, can you? Oh, yes! Yes!! That’s right, baby. Keep licking me like that! Don’t stop! I wanna cum all over your pretty, pussy licking face! Yes baby, just like that! Yes! Don’t! EVER! STOP! FUCKING ME! LIKE THAT!”
The rest of her words dissolved into an incoherent mess of joyful noises and high pitched squeals of satisfaction as she quivered, shivered, and whimpered above me. Her thrusting picked up and she tightened her grip on my head as she began to furiously fucked my acquiescent face, her climax overtaking her control. I was simultaneously drowning in her delectable juices, overwhelmed by the deep musk of her womanly arousal, and resisting the urge to yelp at the sharp pain of Betty’s grip on my hair as she face-fucked me to her first college orgasm.
I kept doing my manly duty, using my tongue to continue softly caressing the tasty insides of her womanly buffet, and as her moans got louder and her hips pistoned harder and faster I worked furiously at her clit. When she finally thrust a big, hard, final gyration, complete with orgasmic scream of delight and a final burst of her juices onto my face, I paused, letting her luxuriate in her climax. She gradually started to come down, her body relaxing, and I slowed my cunnilingus to a languid, leisurely pace.
“You,” she breathed, “are. SO. Damn. Good. At that.”
“Thanks, babe,” I answered between licks of her pussy and thighs. “I love doing it.”
Betty breathed a contented sigh, stealing a look around the dorm, then looking back down at me as I slowly continued to lick her. “I think this is going to be real nice, Peter. Having this place all to ourselves… mmmm… getting some regular privacy… I’m gonna get to have you morning, noon, and night if I want!”
I giggled as I gradually disengaged my mouth from her nether section, meeting her brown eyes with my own. “Let’s not forget that we’re here to study,” I reminded her. “We’ve got scholarships to maintain if we want to keep this place. Not to mention our enrollment.”
“We will,” Betty hedged, an embarrassed smile gracing her features. “But we should also make the most of it while we’re here, right? Lots of studying… lots of uninterrupted alone time for me to do unspeakable things to that body of yours.”
I smiled up at her, shaking my head. “I still can’t believe how… eagerly you pursued me.”
“And how eager I still am to fuck you all the time?” she bantered. “What can I say, cowboy? You really do it for me. I’m just glad you finally got the hint. I’d been jonesing for your skinny ass since eighth grade.”
I stood up, moving in to kiss her smiling mouth. “I’m glad you never gave up on me,” I murmured.
Our lips met, and within moments our tongue were wrestling ardently as our hands explored one another. My hands found her bra strap, and hers found the zipper on my pants. As straps unsnapped and zippers unfurled, we moaned and enjoyed the soft warmth of each other’s bodies, knowing it would soon become even more pleasurable…
“Well, well, well!”
My blood ran cold as May’s voice snapped us both back to reality. We looked wide-eyed at one another for a split second, then fearfully towards the dorm entrance.
In the doorway stood my Aunt May, holding up the room key in one hand. Her eyebrows were raised, and her mouth was hanging wide open. I couldn’t tell if the wide eyed look on her face was shock, amusement, or straight up disapproval, but I had a dreadful feeling we were about to find out.
She shifted her gaze directly onto me, and I felt my stomach drop.
“I see that real estate isn’t the only thing you’re giving up right now.”
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