Godly Body Part 1 (Peter Parker/Jane Foster)

No Part 2 today. I was going to do both parts in one day, but this chapter is about 50% longer than my usual oneshots, so it took longer than I expected.

Being a superhero is hard. You can feel like you’re doing everything right! Maybe there’s a villain who planted bombs all around Times Square, and you managed to knock him out and leave him for the police, collect the bombs, and hurl them out into the East River. But you forgot about the shockwave.

That’s the situation Peter Parker—better known as Spider-Man—was currently in. 

The explosion broke windows in some of the skyscrapers looking over the water. People inside had seen Peter swinging around in his supersuit and come over to watch. When the windows broke, those people found themselves screaming and falling.

Peter swung in to fix his mistake. He got fifteen people, swinging by and using webbing to stick them in safe spots. That sounds good, except for the fact that there were sixteen people falling. 

Peter watched helplessly as one woman escaped his reach, shooting toward the sidewalk. “NO!”

Right above the ground, the woman was caught. Peter saw a red cape whipping by. An Asgardian flew, carried by a hammer, to scoop the woman into a safe embrace.

“Thor!” people down below exclaimed. 

Peter stuck himself to a wall and took a deep breath. He watched Thor offload the woman that had been saved and fly back into the sky. Something was different, though. This wasn’t the son of Odin. Despite the helmet obscuring the face, the Thor that Peter was seeing was obviously a woman.
Not that it changed anything. Peter swung on his webs and landed atop the roof he’d seen this female Thor flying to.

“Thank you!” Peter said. “I thought I could get everyone, but that one lady was too far away, and it was my bomb that caused it… I mean not MY bomb, but a bomb I was trying to get rid of—”

A delightful, mature chuckle stopped Peter from saying anything more. The female Thor hung Mjolnir on her hip and took her helmet off. 

“Whoah,” Peter said quietly. She was gorgeous!

The woman lifted an amused eyebrow. “Whoah?”

“I mean that, you aren’t Thor,” Peter said. “Well, I could kind of tell. I just didn’t expect you to be this different. What are you, his sister? A clone? Maybe you’re from another universe? I know that sounds crazy, but listen, I’ve SEEN some things.”

The woman gestured with her hands. “Calm down, kid. You’ve got some nifty theories… But you’re wrong about all of them. I’m just Thor’s ex.”

“So how come you can use Mjolnir?” Peter asked.

“Because I got cancer.”

The silence that followed those words wasn’t one Peter was willing to fill. He couldn’t tell if that’d been a joke. The woman smiled at him. 

“I’m Jane, by the way,” Jane said. “Although recently, I’ve been going by Lady Thor.”

“Really?” Peter asked.

Jane groaned. “Just call me Thor! I’m the one doing work that goes with the job, while he’s off somewhere in space parenting…”

“He’s doing what?” Peter said. “Wait, nevermind, that doesn’t matter. I really owe you one, Ja— Thor.”

“You can just call me Jane,” Jane said.

She had a rich voice that made Peter’s back tingle, a little bit like when his Spidey Sense was going off. 

“Okay… Jane. I really owe you,” Peter said. “Is there anything I can do to thank you?” 

Jane grinned at him. “Buy me a drink!”

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It turned out to be way more than one drink.

Luckily, Jane didn’t hold him to buying her more than the first one. Peter was grateful for her help and all… But he was barely making ends meet ever since he moved out and went full time on superheroing. He couldn’t afford the amount of alcohol she was putting away.

He and Jane went to a bar that was owned by one of her friends. Given that she could lift Mjolnir, Peter didn’t mind taking his mask off around her. Carrying that hammer was like the ultimate testament that she was a good person. 

Since Jane was friends with the owner, she was a regular. The two of them drank almost endlessly. They stayed for so long that it reached the middle of the night; it’d been evening when they got there, Peter having had to go home and change before coming. The bar closed, but he and Jane were given permission to stay by themselves. At that point, Jane took over mixing their drinks. 

“So. Do those powers of yours help with alcohol? Give you extra resistances?” she asked.

“I don’t know?” Peter said. “I got them when I was fifteen, so I never drank without having them.”

Jane snorted. “You were a good kid, huh?”

“Honors student,” Peter admitted quietly.

“Yeah… me too.” Jane finished mixing two drinks, giving one to Peter. She downed the one that she kept. “I aced my way through high school. Went to Culver University, graduated with honors from the astrophysics program, and got a job as a scientist. I liked it, kind of… Until I ran into an alien that was apparently a norse god with myths about him? A whole new world opened up for me.”

Peter nodded. Even though she was drunk she wasn’t really slurring. Mjolnir might’ve given her some kind of alcohol tolerance, although it was obvious she was drunk. Then again, so was he.

“For a little while, everything was crazy in my life. Then at some point, it wasn’t,” Jane said. “Thor and I broke up. I went back to being Jane the scientist. It was like that until I got sick.”

“Cancer?” Peter asked. She mentioned that earlier.

“Cancer. The chances of me living were on the floor,” Jane said. “Until this beautiful thing called to me.”

She patted the side of Mjolnir, which was lying on the counter. Her fingers clinked off of the metal.

“The hammer turned me into this. I’m some kind of goddess now, with all the powers Thor used to have… and most importantly, no cancer!” Jane said.

“That’s great!” Peter told her.

For some reason, Jane walked around the bar to be on the same side as him, collapsing into the seat right next to Peter. She sighed heavily.

“I’m grateful not to be dead, don’t get me wrong,” Jane said. “But it came with a problem.”

“What kind of problem?” Peter asked.

Jane turned her face toward him. They were so close that it would’ve been awkward if Peter looked away… which sucked for him, because since he started drinking he’d been trying to avoid looking straight at Jane’s face. 

She was insanely beautiful. He was worried he’d say something he shouldn’t, or blush like a little kid. He was a college student now! He should be able to handle getting drunk with colleagues!

Peter’s mental pep talk came to an abrupt end when Jane said: “I can’t get fucked.”

“Wha!?” Peter said.

“Exactly like I said. I can’t get off unless I masturbate,” Jane said. “I can’t even feel it when mortal men try their best. I have NO interest in digging up my past with Thor. So I need some man…” She touched Peter’s hand. “Who’s STRONG and POWERFUL ENOUGH…” She slid her fingers gradually up Peter’s muscular forearm. “To pound me hard enough that I cum.”

Jane’s hand lurched up and grabbed Peter’s shirt. She dragged him into a kiss. When Peter touched her tongue, he tasted all the drinks she’d ingested. He noticed how soft her lips felt. 

Jane kissed him for twenty seconds straight, her powerful hold on his shirt not letting him retreat. Really, Peter didn’t even TRY to retreat, though. Why would he?

Jane finally let him breathe again. She smirked at him, her eyes twinkling.

“Go crazy, cutie,” Jane said.

A green light to do anything. No matter what Peter did, Jane’s body could handle it. His dick lurched in his pants.

He never talked about it with anyone, but Peter had run into a similar problem to the one that Jane had. Whenever he had sex with regular girls, he had to hold back the same way he pulled his punches when dealing with criminals. They could break and get really hurt if he did the wrong thing.

That was a distant worry tonight. Invigorated by having an activity to channel his lust into, Peter grabbed the business casual outfit Jane was wearing and tore the clothes apart with his strength.

Jane didn’t complain about her shirt being ripped in half, even though it looked slightly expensive. One shirt was a necessary sacrifice for her sexual pleasure. Peter immediately saw that she had come prepared for this.

Her bra was a lacy black one. It was very stylish; the kind of underwear you wore when you wanted someone to see it.

“Keep going!” she said.

Pater spun her around and pushed her down on the bar, bending her over it. He ripped her out of her skirt. Her panties matched the bra. The cute underwear set was ripped off of Jane’s body as fast as the rest of her clothes.

Instead of being disappointed, Jane seemed excited. She craned her neck to look at Peter.

“Do it!” she said.

Peter was stripping out of his clothes. This part took him a few seconds longer than when he ripped Jane’s outfit, because unlike her he couldn’t afford to lose a whole outfit. He was barely getting by, not coasting on an astrophysicist's paycheck. 

Not that Peter’s thoughts were on money right now. He was busy staring at Jane’s bare ass and the two long, protruding pussy lips that ripping her panties had revealed. As fast as he could strip, Peter held his dick with one hand, aiming it at her slit. Knowing that Jane was already impatient, he pounded his hips forward.

His dick slid inside of her. She made a cute little noise: “Nngh!”

Reflexively, since it’s what he was used to, Peter still held back his strength somewhat. This was evidenced by how the bar they were fucking against shook but wasn’t damaged any more than that.

“Not bad…” Jane said.

The praise was honest, a little bit polite, and lit a fire inside of Peter. He could do so much better than that. Starting with his very next thrust, Peter gave Jane’s ass every bit of power that he could generate.

This time around, the bar made cracking sounds. So did Jane’s ass, her cheeks rippling from how hard Peter hit it. She gasped. The noise she made this time was more encouraging: “AH!”

Her melodic voice sounded fantastic, screaming about how Peter’s dick felt inside of her. Peter was on cloud nine. Not only was Jane fucking hot, he could finally take the kiddie gloves off for once. 

Case in point, Peter’s next thrust was even harder. For the next few minutes, he pounded Jane, making it sound inside the bar like the Chitauri were invading New York again.

“Yes! That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Jane screamed.

She braced her hands on the bar, which splintered where her hands touched. Her body was sturdier than a tank with Mjolnir’s power coursing through her. What Peter was doing to her didn’t feel like an intense fuck… it was the fact that she could feel ANYTHING that was making her so happy.

Jane was almost crying, she was so relieved to finally feel herself getting fucked again. Her hands broke off the parts of the bar that she was holding onto. Peter stopped for a second.

“Should we be doing that?” he asked.

Even if it was a little bit late to be worrying about damages, this was her friend’s bar they were at risk of thrashing.

“Do you know how many copies my books have sold?” Jane asked. “Just fuck me, Peter! I’ll pay them double whatever damage we cause!”

With the all clear given, Peter let his horniness take over.

Like a goblin, He jumped onto the bar, planting his feet on either side of where Jane was bent over. He squatted deeply, showing his flexibility, and kept his dick inside of her pussy. The souls of Peter’s feed adhered him to the bar. Since he didn’t need his hands to stay steady, he could use those to grab Jane’s hair with both hands, pulling it back. 

“Oh, shit!” Jane said.

Peter started pounding her again, using not just all of his super strength but also the leverage that the position afforded him. When he pounded Jane, the entire bar would quake, starting to threaten to break.

Peter found himself looking at Jane’s slender back. Her butt wasn’t the biggest but was plump and delightful to slam his hips into. Even her hair was pretty, shining in its goldenish brown way from the streetlamp light leaking in through the window.

“You’re very pretty, Ms. Foster!” Peter said.

“I told you to call me Jane!” she cursed. “And if you’re going to use my last name, that’s doctor to you!”

“Sorry!” Peter said. “You’re super pretty Jane!”

“And you’re hung like a horse, kid! Keep wrecking me!” Jane told him.

She was starting to cum. Like she’d implied, she was obviously heavily backed up. Peter hadn’t been with many women since he took on the mantle of Spider-man full time, but he was a young boy living alone, so he’d masturbated a fair amount.

That wasn’t enough in Jane’s case. It was obvious that her pussy needed something more. It needed a dick like Peter’s that could pound on her womb with the force of a gunshot. Orgasms started up like chain lightning inside Jane’s pussy.

“Don’t stooooop!” Jane cried out. She’d grabbed a different part of the bar, hanging on while Peter fucked her, but the new part she’d grabbed was also at risk of breaking.

Remembering what she said about damages, Peter resolved to go all out.

He shot two thick strands of webbing and connected them to the floor. Doing that meant he had to let go of Jane’s hair, which was fine. Her chin fell to the bar without him holding her hair back.

Peter braced both of his arms. He pulled on the webs and used them like he was trying to slingshot himself. Only instead of firing him across the New York skyline, it just fired his dick into Jane’s pussy.

“THAT’S THE FUCKING SPOT!” Jane screamed.

He got the feeling that she wasn’t usually one to cuss, that was just how much this meant to her. Peter could see her whole body relaxing as she worked through the sexual tension that had been plaguing her ever since her transformation into Lady Thor.

Peter used the slingshot method to drive his dick into her again, again, again, and again. Every thrust was so strong that it shook the floor. Glasses rattled and some of them fell behind the bar, shattering on the floor. He hoped Jane was serious about covering the damages. 

They were about to get even more expensive.

Peter was a guy who’d spent a lot of time on scaffolding. It wasn’t that he worked construction, he just liked climbing construction projects when nobody was on them. The peace and quiet was nice, plus a lot of them had the best views of New York. That experience taught him a lot about unstable footing. 

The fact was, Peter could always sense when what he was standing on was about to break. That’s the feeling he was getting now, about the bar he’d climbed onto to better pound Jane.

Peter kept fucking anyway. After three more thrusts, sure enough, the entire thing collapsed.

It was made of sturdy wood around a metal center. Peter was pretty sure there was steel in it. But he managed to fuck Jane straight THROUGH the bar.

After heavily denting, it collapsed and was crushed straight down to the floor. Jane landed heavily on the floor with Peter on top of her. The descent ended up syncing with one of Peter’s thrusts. The fall further strengthened it, helping him effectively jump her with enough force to break through iron.

“HNNNGGGHHH!” Jane screamed “FUCKING YES!”

Her booty jiggled beneath Peter. He threw her head back so far that Peter could see her beautiful face. Her pussy squirted all over his dick, cumming harder than she had at any point leading up to that.

This was a true orgasm; a composite of all her sexual frustration, and the tangible sign that it was being relieved. Jane came so hard that her body gained an electrical current. Sparks appeared around her and electricity pricked Peter’s body.

“Holy moly…” Peter moaned.

The stinging, plus his view of Jane’s gorgeous pleasured face, made him finally cum. There was no time to pull out, so Jane got his load straight in her pussy. The womb he’d been pounding on was given a creamy, seed filling. And one little fact about Peter: he could really cum.

Jane felt his seed flood into her and moaned. She made eye contact with him, her head still turned upside down.

“Damn kid. You don’t mess around,” she said.

All Peter could say was: “You can keep going, right Dr. Foster?”

Jane shivered. 

“I take back what I said earlier,” Jane said. “Call me Jane most of the time. But when we’re fucking, call me that.”

A kink had awakened in her. Seeing that he could keep going, Peter excitedly went back to fucking.

They fucked all over the bar. Jane was as strong as a god but she was only 5’3”, even shorter than Peter was. She happily got into any position that he asked her to.

He fucked her on her side. He pinned her to the wall with webbing and folded her like a pretzel. At one point, he pinned her to the window’s glass, her bare tits right there on the pane. They stopped that one pretty quickly when the glass started fracturing from one thrust.

The last position was a classic mating press. They were in the middle of the room, cracking the floor boards while Peter fucked the hell out of her. Jane smiled at him, taking the best Peter could dish out with a warm expression.

“Should I do it inside?” Peter grunted.

Jane laughed. “Why not? If there’s damage to be done, it already happened.”

Peter blushed. “Sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be,” Jane said fiercely. “Do you know how badly I needed this?”

She touched his cheek, her feet sticking up in the air, while Peter fucked her until he came. His latest load joined a whole collection of cumshots he’d shot into her cunt across the night. Jane was coming out of her dry spell straight into the most intense sex bout she’d ever experienced.

Groaning, Peter emptied his balls inside of her while Jane looked at him with an almost motherly expression.

“You’re the best, Dr. Foster,” Peter said.

“That’s what I’d like to say to you, Peter,” Jane said. “Which is why I’d like to ask… Are you seeing anyone right now? If the answer is no, then I know a pussy that could use your REGULAR attention.”