Monet St. Croix marched up to Peter Parker's office with a purpose. There had been an opportunity for extra credit, and Monet, wanted to get in on the ground floor before anyone else could do so. She knocked on the door and waited ten seconds before Peter opened up.
"Monet?"
"Yes, Mr. Parker," she said. "I'm here for the extra credit. The hands on experience Ms. Grey and Ms. Frost promised you would give to the women for sexual education."
Peter just motioned for Monet to come inside and shut the door. They made their way to the center of the office. Monet undid the first few buttons of her blouse to reveal her rich dark cleavage and Peter most certainly got a good look at the dark-skinned beauty.
"Are you sure…."
"Yes, I'm sure," Monet said. "Miss Frost and Miss Grey both explained what I would be giving up, and I don't want my first experience to because of some fumbling boy who doesn't know what he's doing. I want a true man and I know that you're a real man. I'm certain that you're banging Miss Grey and Miss Frost, along with Miss Munroe and Miss Pryde, amongst others."
Peter would have choked thanks to Monet's blunt statement, had he been drinking anything.
"Don't you think I'm perfect?" Monet asked. "Especially in these stockings. I wore them just for you."
Peter smiled, he had been more than used to his fair share of beautiful women throwing themselves at them. And Monet's sexy teenage body dressed in the tight, unbuttoned blouse, and micro mini-skirt along with stockings showed she was a beautiful. Long gorgeous legs, a wide butt, rich dark skin, and a heaving bosum, along with face so beautiful it was brilliant, Peter could not help checking her out.
"You are perfect," Peter said. "But, you can talk the talk very well. Can you walk the walk?"
"Well, you're here to teach me," Monet said. "I believe you mentioned something about how a kiss can set the terms for an exciting night. Show me how, please, sir."
Peter smiled and grabbed Monet around the waist. The eager young woman succumbed to Peter's touches. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Excitement bristled through her body from Monet leaning in and stroking the back of Peter's head. Delving into her mouth, with a long and savory kiss, Monet got what she wanted.
Peter explored her mouth and Monet explored it back. The two, clutched together tightly, moaned excitedly. Peter put his hands gently on Monet's backside and squeezed it. Lifting a leg gently, Peter ran his hand against it and felt the smoothness of her stocking clad legs.
"If it's done properly, you feel a moist sensation between your legs," Peter said. "And your partner should…."
"Have a bulge like this?"
Monet firmly grammed Peter's member through his pants. Slowly, Monet fumbled with the buttons, until Peter guided her through them. The normally confident young woman had been struck dumb by the size of Peter's manhood. The endowment poked out and caught Monet off guard.
"Gently caress it," Peter said. "Lean in and lick the head with your tongue."
Monet did it, the scent, the taste of Peter driving her delirious with pleasure. She cradled Peter's balls and he looked down at her approvingly. Monet's cherry flavored lipstick lined Peter's manhood, kissing him first at the tip and then moving down the shaft, and to the base.
"Open up wide," Peter said. "Take a deep breath...breath through your nose. Go slowly, and….right there."
Monet inhaled Peter. She did not have any gag reflex, which made the pleasant sensation. Her breasts practically spilled out of her shirt when moving forward. A loud, pleasant suck of Monet's mouth around caused Peter to just groan when she worked it.
"Don't forget to stimulate my balls."
Stroking Peter, Monet worked it. Oh, she could smell just how musky he was. And the arousal only made her go as deep as it. Pressing her soft face against his crotch. Her smooth hair stroking his length while she pulled back and brushing up against him while he deep-throated it.
"And sometimes a man will take control," Peter said. "It's down to you to tell him whether or not you want him to do something though."
Monet received a nice mouth-fucking. Peter's thick, savory balls smacked down against her chin. She grabbed them and remembered to milk them. Tilting her head back, Monet waited for the explosion.
An explosion did happen and Monet guzzled down all of Peter's cum like it was a life saving drink. She leaned into it and drained his balls with deep, pleasant sucks.
Peter closed his eyes. Monet's mouth was very perfect. He filled Monet's mouth with cum and Monet swallowed said cum with like a sex goddess.
"And men will often return the favor, although not always," Peter said. "But, here's how it feels when they do it right."
Pealing Monet's panties off, Peter revealed her smooth, juicy looking pussy. Running his hands down her thighs, Peter got the desired reaction from her. She breathed in and Peter planted kisses down her thighs. Getting closer and closer to Monet's juicy nether lips before planting a long and passionate kiss down onto it to make her hips jolt forward towards his mouth.
"Perfect," Monet let out with a light mewl.
Peter nibbled her nether lips and made Monet just swirl her hips back and forth. Matching the incoming strokes of Peter's tongue, Monet had been losing it thanks to what Peter was doing to her. He sucked her pussy and made her cry out even more.
"You might...spoil me."
A smile and Peter wondered if this had been Emma's master plan all along. To spoil the New Mutant girls and make them submissive to Peter. Jean and Kitty might have been in on it, maybe a couple of others. Regardless, Peter munched on Monet's sweet peach and heard her even sweeter cries.
The insides of Monet's body burned with the desire. Desire to feel what it would be like for Peter to be inside of her, and to hold her tight while pounding her pussy. She overheard Jubilee and Tabitha watching porn and talking about it, giggling when they thought no one was listening.
Oh, Monet listened hard, but she had a feeling the better thing would be. Peter devoured her womanhood one more time before sending Monet's hips moving back and forth. Monet spurted into Peter's mouth and he drank her up.
After the fact, Monet's mind just clouded with desire. Peter's face, covered in her own juices, looked majestic. She leaned in and Peter took off her blouse the rest of the way along with her bra. Happily, Monet allowed Peter to touch her breasts.
"Every part of your body should feel eager to be touched, before the big one," Peter said.
"Oh, don't worry, it is...and this is the big one...the very big one," Monet said with a breathless mewl.
She drug her warm pussy over Peter's engorged prick, and slid closer towards him. Monet was inches away from having Peter inside of her. Having her virginity taken.
"It might hurt for the first moment," Peter warned her. "I'll go slow, and ease you into it."
Peter distracted Monet by touching her body. Her hot moans encouraged Peter to take the final step to pop her cherry. Monet speared all the way down onto her, and made Monet just drive all the way onto him. With her tight pussy driving all the way down onto him.
The first minute, as Peter warned, felt like pain. Monet eased in and experimented just how wonderful Peter felt filling her body. His weighty testicles, hitting her at the right point. Driving Monet to the breaking point. She bit down hard on her lip and let out with another cry. Passionately panting the moment she rose up and drove down onto him.
For the first time, Monet recognized the signs. The signs of not only having an orgasm, but having one with Peter inside of her. Monet closed around him, eagerly tightening around him.
Peter savored Monet's sweet taste while cradling her breasts. Yes, she was a goddess, driving up and down onto him. Her tight pussy closed him, squeezing him. Always a marvel to be inside of a woman who has received her first cock. Her bare, tight walls closed down onto Peter and released him.
"Tell me how perfect I am," Monet breathed.
"Oh, every inch of your body, I could touch it for days," Peter said. "Watch you squirm and tingle when going into your body. Feeling your pussy tighten when your body spasms. When you cum, harder than you ever have before."
Monet leaned in and accepted Peter's touch. Oh, damn the pleasure shooting through her body almost rocked her mind. The orgasms increased, more potent on top of each other. She held Peter tight into her, and Monet breathed in completely, taking his cock inside of her.
"Cum inside me," Monet said. "I'm...on birth control."
"I know," Peter said.
Say what you want about Emma, but she ensured that all of the girls under her watch were prepared just in case. Because, she understood teenagers were curious and teenagers had sex, no matter how much the purity police wanted to infantize them.
The two came together, with Peter's orgasm flooding Monet. Monet clutched onto Peter, releasing and squeezing him the faster Peter worked her body until they both collapsed in a sweaty embrace.
"And now for the afterglow," Peter said.
Oh, Monet tingled when Peter closed his arms around her. The two enjoyed each other's company and Monet kissed down Peter's neck.
She wondered if there was more advanced lessons. Of course, Monet had been rocked by this one, a soreness, but a satisfaction just edging through her pussy. Along with Peter's skilled hands running down her body as he cradled in her arms.
Yes, Monet earned some extra credit, and a little bonus at that.
End.