The Black Spider

She had nothing on but a silvery catsuit and a white headband, both fitting well to her pale skin and platinum blonde hair. Miles recognized Silver Sable immediately. Behind his mask, his eyes brushed over her appealing curves, noticing the brawny broadness of her shoulders and her narrow waist. But the curves of her rounded hips and buttocks were far too full and voluptuous to let her musculature overcome her beauty. And her sweeping breasts, obviously unhampered by a bra by the way they flowed and jiggled inside her suit as she ran, were those of a girl who would look as good without a bra’s support as she would with it. Even among the world-class beauties who decided to become vigilantes, that was rare. As if that wasn’t enough, she had a face to match—high cheekbones, dainty features, with a small nose and plump pink lips.

“Spider-Man!” Peter called, Miles’s older counterpart swinging by in loose formation with the sprinting Sable. 

“Spider-Man,” Miles called back, by rote. It was obviously more than a friendly greeting. It was an invitation.

He leapt off the water tower he was sticking to, shooting off a webline and hoping his swing would take him parallel with Peter. It worked. He might not’ve been able to keep up with Peter in a race, but with Peter slowing up to stay on Sable’s tail—who could blame him?—they could all be on a nice commute together.

“Are we chasing her?” Miles asked, getting into the team-up flow. “Is she all evil now?”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Peter told him. “We’re helping her.”

“Don’t suppose we’re being paid.”

“Action is our reward.”

“Action? In this economy? Send her a link to my GoFundMe.”

“Kids these days,” Peter replied, coming in for a landing on a ledge as below, Sable rounded the corner. She was fast, but not too fast that Peter and Miles couldn’t take a moment to catch their breaths before resuming the chase.

“So how are we helping her?” Miles asked.

“Bad guy in sewers. She’s tracing them.”

“She’d trace them a lot faster if one of us held the tracker.”

“It’s proprietary tech. You know how she gets.”

“Then maybe one of us could hold her.”

“You don’t know her that well.”

Miles’s spider-sense range, as did Peter’s from the sudden shift in his stance. Ahead of Sable, the street exploded, a tank slamming up into view. Instead of a cannon, it had an oversized drillbit, which it now turned on a neighboring building, digging right through the wall as if the giant vehicle’s heft wasn’t already enough to make it a wrecking ball.

“Maybe it’s one of those nice guys who like to invade the surface world in their drill tanks,” Miles suggested.

“Look, free action!” Peter replied, leaping out to shoot off a webline and swing down.

Miles followed him, managing a landing on the back of the tank with only a little less grace than Peter himself. They clung to the drill tank, ducking behind its mass as it buzzed through another wall.

“Don’t suppose you have any powers that could get us in here?” Peter asked, nodding to the thick metal hull.

“Nope. You have any gadgets?”

“What am I, Iron Man Jr? Let’s do this the old-fashioned way.”

“With genetically modified superstrength,” Miles said. “Got it.”

Clinging tighter to the back of the hull as the tank drilled through another wall, showering them with debris, they then straightened and pounded at it with their fists. Superpowered blows dented and bent the metal, the tank’s armor squealing as it was contorted. 

Emerging out into the city street, the tank pulled a tight turn into traffic. Peter and Miles’s feet flew off the hull, sweeping into the air as they clung on by their fingertips. The tank straightened, car horns blaring at it as the oncoming traffic swerved out of the way. 

“He’s gonna get someone killed!” Peter cried, pouring his frustration into violence as he hammered at the tank’s armor. It dimpled inward, a crack running through it now.

The tank suddenly pitched downward. It was lifting one end of itself on its tracks, like a dump truck pouring out its trash, only the tank was tilting its drill downward and boring into the ground. Peter and Miles kept up the barrage, stomping a mudhole in the back of the tank before it plowed forward at a steep slope.

“Don’t let it get away!” Peter shouted, standing on the lip of the tunnel it had dug and firing a webline down to catch the crater they had made.

“No? I thought you always called it a night at seven PM, gramps?” Miles replied, following suit.

They dug their heels into the pavement, cracking it as they held on and strained against the escaping tank.

“Maybe if I had any spider-tracers on me,” Peter grunted.

“Iron Man Jr.”

“Which am I, Iron Man’s son or a grandfather?”

“You can be both!”

“That’s really more of an X-Men thing.”

The tank pitched forward suddenly, escaping their grasp as it wrenched free of the panel their weblines had snagged. That left the tank with a gaping hole in its rear. “Be ready,” Peter told Miles, then threw himself down the slanted tunnel, skydiving down its steep incline to reach the tank. 

“Ready for what?” Miles called after him.

Peter fired out two weblines to either side of the tunnel as he reached it, slowing himself down in a corkscrewing twist that landed him neatly inside the tank. A moment later, a man in a lab coat came flying out.

“Oh,” Miles said, snagging the man with a webline and hauling him up. Peter emerged from the tank seconds later, shooting up a webline to a streetlight over Miles’s shoulder and pulling himself up it like a star athlete in gym class.

In a few moments, Miles had the guy in hand and Peter had joined them on top of the tunnel.

“Who is this guy?” Miles demanded, looking over the tank’s presumed driver. He had dark-brown hair and a square, proud jaw. He was near six feet, thin, and well-tanned.

“Anatoly Vasilikova,” Sable answered, coming onto the scene driving a jeep, one of her men in the passenger seat. As soon as they’d stopped, the man got out to frisk Anatoly. “Aka Matthew Broadbent, scientist at Project Pegasus. SHIELD will pay top dollar to get their hands on this mole.”

“All that,” Miles asked, “just for some spy crap? He had a drill tank!”

“You’d be surprised how common those are,” Peter said. “For mad scientists, they’re like a Corvette.”

“What happened to the tank, anyway?” Sable asked.

“I couldn’t figure out the controls, so I just webbed everything in place and let it ride,” Peter answered. “I figure it’ll stop when it hits magma.”

Sable pursed her lips. “Very well. Thank you for the help, Spider-Man. I’ll give you your share of the reward later.”

“Can’t wait!” Peter replied, waving her off as she got into the jeep with her employee and Anatoly, the three driving off.

Miles stared at him. “What happened to ‘action is our reward’?”

“Relax, I’ll give you your cut. Come over to my place. Bring chips, I’ll make guac, we can hang. We can chillax. We can chillax and hang.”

Miles sighed and fired off a webline. “Man, get take-out. I don’t expect to get rich doing this, but at least I shouldn’t be skippin’ meals.”

“It can be more fulfilling than you know, kid.”

“Said the boomer to the millennial,” Miles retorted, pulling himself into a swing.

***

As they drove away, Anatoly struggled to control his mounting frustration. It was hard, but he did it.

Neither Sable or her employee noticed that his eyes had briefly glowed green.

***

With nothing better to do that evening, Miles showed up at Peter’s apartment, bearing chips he probably couldn’t afford because his momma had raised him to be a good houseguest. Any hopes that he would at least get to bask in Mary Jane’s company were quickly dispelled; Peter practically greeted him with the fact that she was out that weekend doing a shoot.

“So what’re we doin’?” Miles asked. “And it better not be some afterschool program, keeping me from joining the Serpent Society kinda thing.”

“Relax,” Peter told him. “We could watch a movie. Play some vidya games. Shoot some hoops…?”

“Do you even know what shooting hoops means?”

“I’m pretty confident I do, yeah,” Peter hedged. He went to his laptop, perched on the kitchen island. “I ordered us some pizza. Extra bacon. What MJ doesn’t know, won’t hurt her.”

“That’s cool and all, but I thought we were gonna hang. Spiders, y’know? That you’d want to lay some spider-mentorship on me.”

“Have you wax a car and then it turns out you learned how to kick?”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’ll work if you tell me that ahead of time, but yeah.”

“Come with me,” Peter said, leading Miles deeper into his apartment.

Miles had to admit, Peter had a pretty good pad. It was pretty bachelor-y, with Mary Jane being out of town so much, but had a woman’s touch. Peter wasn’t one of those brothers who could be on Queer Eye, either before or after. His place looked more bohemian than anything else. Craigslist chic.

“I mean,” Peter said, “I think you’ve figured out pretty much what I had figured out when I was your age, and once you’ve got the basics down, what am I supposed to tell you? How to fight the Green Goblin? It’s not really an issue, is it? Well, it might be—new ones show up. We’re about due for another Hobgoblin. But, screw it, let’s not do some Batman and Robin act, trying to get you prepared to fight Thor’s villains Just In Case or something. What you really need to do is learn to take a load off and have some fun.”

So saying, he opened the door to his bedroom.

“Oh my… God!” Miles stuttered, seeing Sable naked, poised with her legs spread and her pussy glistening on a large rounded bed.

“I figured you might like her. I could tell you were staring even through the mask.” Peter laughed as he unbuckled his belt. “Why don’t you join us? I did promise to give you your cut.”

“Yeah, Miles,” Sable said huskily. “Come and get your slice.”

That was all the coaxing Miles needed. He fumbled his clothes off as Peter, fly unzipped, went to mount Sable. She gasped sharply as he drove himself into her waiting cunt, while Miles tugged and tore at his clothes, unable to concentrate on getting them off when Sable was getting impaled right in front of him.

“Come on, Miles,” Sable moaned, “I want more spiders in me…”

Peter held Sable’s hips firmly against his own, legs around his thighs, as he rolled over until Sable was on top, her ass presented invitingly to Miles. “Here’s that ass you couldn’t stop staring at,” he said, giving it a slap. “Why don’t you give it a try?”

He opened up Sable’s buttocks with his hands, revealing her pussy lips stretched around his cock, while her pink asshole winked beckoningly at Miles. Sable pushed her ass up to a higher angle, Peter’s cock still inside her, and he tightened his grip to make her asscheeks stretch even wider.

Miles finally shucked off his underwear and moved in a trance to the bed. He was transfixed, not just by the magnificent sight of Sable’s pert buttocks completely bared to him, but just how wantonly and shamelessly she presented herself to him. His erect cock waved in front of him as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling his way to the coupled bodies, still staring with needful desire at Sable’s naked ass. It glistened with the wetness that had run down from her excited pussy, and the smell lured Miles in.

“Hurry up, Miles!” Sable wiggled her ass lustfully, enticing him with her lewd motions as much as with her passionate voice. “Stick your cock in my ass… I need it… right now!”

“Holy shit!” Miles finally exclaimed, and bent forward to grasp Sable’s big ass.

Peter moved his hands to Sable’s heaving breasts, gripping them tightly and pushing her upwards so that her back was arched gracefully, her head thrown back and her ass jutting out. She spread her knees apart, lowering her pussy into the impalement provided by Peter’s manhood. She groaned as it went deeper and deeper into her.

Miles stroked and caressed Sable’s perfect ass, rubbing his hands in circles over her delectably rounded cheeks, finding they were just as firm and smooth and soft as they looked when they jiggled around in her skintight costume. He toyed with the warm pucker of her tightly closed anus, imagining how tight it would be when he stuck his cock inside—and after he’d pulled it out.

Rubbing his fingers along the liquid softness just below her splayed cunt, he gathered up some of her dripping juices and rubbed it into her anal opening, considering the beautiful sexiness of her flexing pink hole as he did it. Knowing that in moments he would be experiencing the same tightness his fingertips were now probing, he couldn’t make himself wait any longer than necessary to lubricate her. He shoved hard, his two fingers going deep inside her ass.

“Ahhh!” Sable cried in both shock and pleasure. “Mmmmmnn! Fuck, that hurts… you’d better make it worth my while, kid!” She wiggled her ass back and forth shamelessly, showing how she could take pleasure even in the violation of her most taboo place.

Miles moved his wet fingers in and out of her rectum, twisting and circling his fingers around inside Sable. Her asshole stretched reluctantly, its pinkness deepening in color. Miles added another finger, getting a lengthy moan from Sable in return. Her anus gripped his three fingers with pulsating pressure.

“God, this is gonna be tight!” he remarked as he pulled his fingers out and shuffled his knees closer to Sable’s ass.

“I fucking hope so,” Sable sighed.

Miles squatted behind her, between Peter’s spread legs. Running his fingers through her flowing juices again, he spread the lubricant over his member, wetting himself thoroughly with her cream. Then, leaning slightly forward, Miles guided his cockhead between her cheeks. He sighed pleasurably as he felt the extreme heat of her puckered asshole against his sensitive tip. Watching her anus begin to open with a feverishly lustful expression on his face, Miles rocked his hips forward. Sable’s hole was forced to open up to his charge, sucking in his rock-hard manhood.

“Nnnh! That’s it! Fuck! Deeper, deeper, go deeper!” Sable cried as she felt the fullness of being penetrated twice over, Miles’s cock burning further and further through her passage. It was too much for her. She felt herself slammed into a shuddering and almost painful orgasm, her openings convulsing with tight, squeezing clenches. Peter and Miles were sent into gasping enjoyment of her newfound tightness. Sable threw her head back, white tresses soaring through the air to her sweaty shoulders and released a long wail of pure satisfaction.

Still in a state of blissful shock, she humped her hips back and forth, fucking herself on one prick and then the other. “Mmmmmmyes! I love it! I love both your cocks!” She gaped with delighted astonishment as the two hard cocks pumped into her, giving warm, wonderful answer to the animal desire she felt deep inside.

“Hh! So fucking tight!” Miles grunted as he watched her asshole sliding over his prick. He didn’t have to move at all; Sable was doing all the work. The tightly elastic ring sucked at him whether he was moving in or out. He loved the way it looked around his dick, almost as much as he loved how it felt.

“Hhnnnngh!” Sable screamed, filled with raw lust where she wasn’t filled with cock.

Peter could feel Miles’s penetration of Sable all the way inside her cunt as she rocked herself back and forth between them. His own member throbbed with pleasure as Sable became tighter, less room in her pussy now that there was less room in her ass. He kneaded her full breasts, pinching the hard nipples between his fingers, enjoying how it pushed Sable’s pleasure from intense to overwhelming.

“Move your cock… fuck it in me, Miles!” she groaned hoarsely. “Really let me feel it—let me know you’re fucking my ass!”

Miles responded by pulling himself almost entirely out of her anus, stopping only when he felt the pressure of her still-tight asshole on the crown of his prick. Then he jammed his cock into her, sending it gliding toward her bowels. Sable gasped as she felt his prick crammed in tightly alongside Peter’s cock, loving the sensation of heat and fullness that was literally filling her.

“Now you, Peter… fuck me… both of you, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fucking fuck me!” she keened, needing to have both men pounding her holes at once, needing it more than she needed the impossible, uncomfortable pressure to relent. It felt so much better than it hurt.

Peter and Miles were thrusting into her simultaneously, stretching and pulling the burning flesh of her openings, sending wave after wave of exquisite pleasure coursing through her torturously pressured body.

“O-oh… ahhhh… that’s it… mmmmm… both my holes… she babbled with a lustful quiver in her crazed voice. “Nnh! Oo! It’s so gooooooood!”

Miles reached around her slim waist to hold on tightly to the warm, smooth flesh of her belly, staying deep inside her as she moved more wildly than ever. Peter held on to her burgeoning tits, pushing them back against her chest in big, warm handfuls. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls as Sable’s frenzied motions and lust-crazed moaning turned him on more than ever. Miles felt his cock getting harder too. He went faster into Sable’s ass, wanting to let her feel his burning cum before she took Peter’s.

“Ah… oh… aah! More, more! Uhhh! Fuck, fuck, more… harder… deeper… hnnng!” Sable screamed in sharp-edged fits as the pressure mounted for her. She was hurtling towards the edge in total bliss, gasping and panting and frenziedly jerking her hips to meet the rough, pounding strokes that both men were giving her.

“Shit, I’m coming!” Miles groaned as he felt the hot jism thundering inside him, about to strike Sable’s ass like lightning. “I’m gonna come in your ass, Sable… hhhuuuu!”

“Don’t forget about me!” Peter sighed as his own semen began to spurt, cooling down Sable’s burning cunt. “That sweet… little pussy of yours… needs as much cum as your ass!”

“Yes, yes, it doooooooes!” Sable’s head was thrown back, her mouth wide open as if her entire body was trying to receive the cum she felt both men shooting into her. She could feel the heat of their hot, thick cream merging inside her, melding together her asshole and cunt into one big erogenous zone. She felt the final spasms of their angry erections inside of her, extending the last few seconds of her sexual bliss before she finally fell into a dazed afterglow.

She collapsed onto Peter’s sweaty, throbbing chest. Then Miles fell on top of her, exhausted by how Sable’s ass had milked his cock far beyond any intensity he had ever known before. Sable lay peacefully sandwiched between the limp bodies of the two men who had used her so thoroughly, still enjoying the feeling of their pricks inside her, their seed oozing out of both her holes, the same temperature as it ran down her legs.

“Mmmmmn… that was wonderful,” Sable moaned contentedly.

“Actions speak louder than words,” Peter said, though he was still stunned by the immensity of his climax. “Show Miles here just how much you liked it.” He knew Miles would get a kick out of the way Sable showed her appreciation for a good fuck.

Miles rolled off of Sable’s body and onto his back, his cock still standing up semi-erect, shining with Sable’s juices and the cum that clung to his shaft after filling her cunt. He watched lazily as Sable crawled off of Peter and knelt before him. Miles felt Sable’s slick, skilled fingers grasp his cock, keeping it upright as she sucked away the mixture.

Her tongue didn’t aggravate his tender, post-orgasm sensitivity, but soothed it as she licked him all over in her hunger for cum. Once she had gulped down every drop of jism left on the outside of his cock, she took the tip of it between her soft lips. He felt her suck away the last remaining traces of cum, lovingly cradling his shaft in her hands as she softly caressed it empty.

“I guess you really liked it,” Miles moaned, more satiated than he could ever remember being, even with Kamala, even with the Bombshells.

He relaxed serenely as he watched Sable lift her head off his groin and pop her cum-painted lips. She reached between her legs and probed into her dripping pussy, before raising her fingers to her mouth and sucking the sweet cum from them with a contented sigh.

“Shame you didn’t come in my mouth,” she told Miles. “Then I could know how good you taste.”

“Thought you just found out,” he said.

“That sweetness? That was all me.” Sable smacked her lips.

Gulping once more, she curled up contentedly beside Peter. “Next time,” he assured Miles. “She just can’t get enough of it. Whatever else you can say about her, you can’t say she doesn’t love cum.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Miles said, noting that Sable had settled down to sleep, completely remorseless and unafraid. “She’s really something.”

“One hell of a fuck. One hell of an ass!”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Sable said, eyes closed, pleased at the way they were still admiring her naked body. “Quiet now.”

“C’mon,” Peter whispered, getting off the bed and zipping his pants up. He left the room.

Miles tried to go for his clothes, but he couldn’t muster the energy. Instead, he grabbed a shower robe from off the closet door and wrapped it around himself before leaving Sable to her dozing.

Outside, Peter was checking his watch. “Pizza should be here soon. Hope you worked up an appetite.”

“Yeah. I guess—‘m more tired than anything else.”

“Sit down, sit down,” Peter told him. “I’ll get you something to replenish your fluids.”

He went to the kitchen, continuing the conversation from in there. “You did good just now, Miles. I’m sure Sable would be the first one to tell you what a good job you did.”

“Yeah… thanks…” Miles said, now feeling a little awkward. It kinda seemed a bit weird now, being in a threesome with another guy, even if Sable had been woman enough for both of them.

Peter came back, tossing Miles a Gatorade. “Drink up. Electrolytes.” He sat down on the couch with Miles and opened his own. “Here’s the thing. I’ve got to leave town pretty soon. Madame Web told me to—don’t even want to get into it,” he added, holding up his hand to forestall any debate. “It’s important. Let’s leave it at that. So, while I’m out being the Chosen One, I’m gonna need you to hold down the fort.”

“Yeah, I’m down for that,” Miles said. “And I’m ready, but if you don’t mind me asking, why me? Why not Wolverine or the Human Torch or somebody? If you’re that worried, you’ve got a lot of friends. I bet they’d love to do you a solid.”

“What, like fighting the Sinister Six? That’s not the fort I’m talking about. We’re in New York. The Avengers live next door to the Fantastic Four. That’s not what I’m worried about.” He took a long draught from his Gatorade. “Goddamn, that Silver Sable is a lot of woman. And I wasn’t even in her ass. Man, kid, you’re going to need a second helping.”

“No, no, I’m good…”

“Of Gatorade,” Peter said. “But I’m sure you and Sable can go again. She pretty much begged you to fuck her throat.”

“I’m goo—wait, really?”

“Yeah, it’s subtle, but it was there.” Peter held the cool bottle against his forehead. “Okay, where was I? So yeah, look, me and Sable have an understanding. I have a lot of understandings. Women who need some stress relief that I can provide with a minimum of fuss.”

“Dude, you make it sound like you’ve got a harem.”

Peter scratched his chin. “I guess you could put it that way. It’s not like they all live in an opium den together or anything. They’re just, you know, really horny. And slutty. And hot.” He finished off his Gatorade. “Point is, while I’m gone, they’re going to need someone to look after their needs.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“What, you think just because I’m some kind of average, everyday guy, that I can’t get with a ton of hot, sexually available women who are so incredibly smart, confident, and skilled they can have any man they want?”

“It does seem pretty unrealistic.”

“Eh, go watch a Batman movie then.” Peter took a beeper out of his pocket. “Keep this on you at all times.”

“Just in case I get portaled back to the 90s?”

“If someone beeps you, call them on your cell phone, they’ll tell you when to meet them and where.” Peter tossed the beeper up and back down into his palm. “You’re a good kid, Miles. It seems like you could use a break. But if you’re not interested, I could always get Daredevil to do it.”

Miles snatched the beeper out of mid-air. “He’s Catholic. He’d hate you for it. I’ve got this. Go enjoy your Magic: The Gathering thing. Everything’s under control here.”

***

As Anatoly was shoved roughly off the boat and onto the spit of slate-gray land that housed the super-max prison known as the Raft, he felt his anger heat up again. His eyes glowed green once more. This time, it took him longer to suppress it.

He’d always known gamma radiation was hard to work with.