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Chronicles of Spider-Man

By: SmithPortinoi



GirlySmile wanted to write a Spider-Man centered story, and asked me if she could compile some of the scenes of my previous stories as an initial setup for her series, and if I could help her write the final text.

At first, I was reluctant, but, in time, I grew fond of the refactoring idea. By using the best elements of some already publish texts, it was possible to polish it further. Those who read my other stories will recognize some of the passages, but rest assured that the following chapters will contain all new scenes and some new twists.

***

The middle of summer, tradition holds, is a good time for a company trip; at least John Jonah Jameson, the publisher of the Daily Bugle, likes to think so. Not that he is interested in creating a bound with the employees, nor building a better work environment, he simply couldn't care less.

The main motivation for the annual endeavor was to avoid additional stress-related health costs. Human resources told him it was a good idea and J.J. didn't even argue. "A penny spent is a dollar saved... or whatever!" was all he had to say on the matter. 

Year after year, he announced that the event would have a different approach, with lots of possibilities, and promised that the whole thing would be a unique experience. Truth was nothing ever changed, and all the employees were stuck to the trip tradition: marathon drives, arguments, shouting, and lousy music all along the way.

Obviously, the compulsory occasion had always bothered most of the staff, including Peter Parker. Mostly, the forced isolation affected his alter-ego activities. At first, it seemed like a good idea, taking a yearly vacation from his Spider-Man duties. However, the event soon proved to be one of J.J.'s lame attempts of money saving, which led to more trouble than it intended to solve in the first place.

It didn't help the fact that he had to cope with every male employee ogling at his supermodel wife, Mary Jane Watson Parker. Not that he was the suspicious or the excessively jealous type. It's just that he couldn't even relax and have a good time with the love of his live, without some dude prying into their affairs with a "trying-to-bond" excuse.

Peter couldn't blame them, MJ was a revelation to behold; not only had she turned a lot of heads with her long red hair, delicate and beautiful face, perky 36D breasts, slim waist and a perfect nice and round behind, but she had always been completely dedicated to their relation and faithful.

She kept herself in shape by long strenuous bike rides, and daily laps in the pool. Also, she was very successful in her professional career, which is not much of a surprise, since she had always been very intelligent and centered.

According to Jameson, though, the event was not couple oriented, but officially a "father-son journey", which sounded ominous, but it really wasn't as sentimental as it sounded. He had a tendency to reminisce often; every employee had a personal connection to him (or so he'd like them to think). The fact alone was more of a minor annoyance than a genuine irritant, though.

It was keeping in line with the sentimental father-son bonding idea, which, if that was what one was looking for in a company trip story, could consider it nice. Even if it was not, JJ was sharp, knowledgeable, and witty, although cranky. Embracing some of the proposed nostalgia could actually feel good.

Also, sitting in a cramped bus was not the idea of an ideal vacation; it was the most heard complaint. Jameson made a publicity deal, so the Bugle would have rides totally redesigned as lounge on wheels. Pillows, couches and the seating could be transformed into "bus beds" so anyone could catch some shuteye while they cruised on to their destination. Looked like the old man was keeping his promise this time.

The year's choice was a small, somewhat isolated resort in Long Beach, a city in Nassau County, New York on a barrier island off the South Shore of Long Island. The main motivation was finding a place large enough to accommodate the staff and provide some additional options, like the beach, but not overly huge, so everyone would be scattered around, on their own individual vacation.

Long Beach was still a small city, but it attracted a fair number of tourists, also being a well established place on the backpacker trail. Many visit for the numerous art and craft shops and tailors, who produce made-to-measure clothes for a fraction of the market price. Several Internet cafés, bars and restaurants had opened along the shore.

Unable to avoid the inevitable, Peter packed up about a week earlier. It helped building the psychological strength needed to endure what he considered an awful task. At the schedule date, he took a deep breath, and, along with his wife, marched towards the virtual ordeal. They were supposed to take the fancy bus at the Bugle headquarters, and travel to the proposed getaway from there.

***

Surprisingly enough, the going trip wasn't all that bad. Joe "Robbie" Robertson, a long time friend of the couple, and editor-in-chief at the Bugle, happened to sit next to them, and they chatted along the way. It was a smooth ride, and the sightseeing was very pleasant.

The staff boarded off the bus and gathered their stuff. They went inside and checked in for the week. The resort had similar cabin-like rooms for everyone, which helped set a bucolic mood. JJ figured that if they were going to be staying a week, it would be nice if they were "neighbors"; they would have to settle their eventual differences and that could actually improve work productivity. After a brief introduction to the place, the team had everything unpacked and they were settling into their rooms.

The lodge wasn't very big, but it was sort of comfy, and Peter was reconsidering giving a chance to those annual trips. They decided to go for a walk, to get acquainted to the place; there seemed to have a lot of work put behind the event, and maybe he could actually enjoy the company of his wife and friends.

That thought started to fade away when he bumped into someone on his way out. Unfortunately for Peter, it was none other than Nick Katzenberg, obnoxious photographer and rival. He stared for a moment at the awful man in front of him; in his late forties, nature had not been kind to Nick. Only a miniscule amount of hair remained on his head. In fact, it looked like he had more hair in his nose and ears than on his sweating head. Not to mention he was extremely overweight. The expression 'morbid obesity' did come to mind.

He was with a very pale and skinny looking teenager, about as short as Katzenberg himself. It was almost comical, actually. The kid was the extreme opposite of Nick, and he looked like a lost puppy, following the fat man around. 

"Parker!" Katzenberg greeted him, while openly eyeballing Mary Jane's cleavage.

"What the hell are you doing here, Katzenberg?" Peter pouted, as his wife stood behind him, in order to avoid the bastard's glare.

"Haven't you heard?" Katzenberg tried to make fun of Peter. "Old Jameson wants a father-son bounding party this year."

"So now you use kids as leverage?" Peter mocked him back. "You truly have sunken to the bottom."

"Ha-ha!" Katzenberg faked a laugh. "He is my nephew Craig, if you must know!"

"Since when you have a nephew?" Peter asked.

"Since when do you care, Parker?" Katzenberg pretended to be hurt.

"You are right." Peter took MJ's hand and turned to leave. "I don't."

"You know, Parker," Katzenberg attempted a comeback. "Having a nephew is more than an ordinary responsibility! So he is a drug addicted at the tender age of eighteen! So what? This trip is about more than just the physical act of traveling, the odometer climbing and the number of road-signs passed: it's about my love for what's come before, for the moments I have shared with my nephew; beautiful parts, funny bits and the occasional rough patch and awkward instant."

"Maybe you should stick to decaf." Peter told the obese photographer and left, Mary Jane couldn't help but laugh.

"Spidey-lover!" Katzenberg mumbled, clearly upset by Parker's total lack of respect.

"Thanks for standing up for me, uncle Katz!" Craig tried to cheer him up.

"Shut up, junky!" Katzenberg interrupted him. "What was I thinking when I brought you here? Go find something to do!"

"B-But, uncle..." Craig was confused.

"Move!" Katzenberg shouted and pointed away.

Craig didn't know what to do, so he just complied and left. He knew that whenever his uncle was in that mood, it was best for him to stay away. He started walking towards the main reception, maybe there was a TV he could watch, and pass some of the time, or something similar.

As soon as Katzenberg got rid of his nephew, he rushed to catch up with the couple. His lack of physical resistance didn't help at all.

"Hey, Parker!" Katzenberg yelled. "Wait up!"

"What is it this time, Katzenberg?" Peter didn't stop, or even turned back.

"Guess we started on the wrong foot here." Katzenberg said, while trying hard to catch his breath. "Truce, what do you say?"

"Whatever". The couple ignored him once more.

"Come on!" Katzenberg insisted. "I just want to spend some time together... Especially with that beautiful, shapely wife of yours..."

Truth was Mary Jane was fit and stunning; her skirt clung tightly around her seductive hips, and was short enough to display to perfection a pert butt, which was accentuated by a pair of long, magnificent legs, toned through a strict exercise routine.

Her large firm bust was always on show, either if she chose to wear a range of close fitting low cut blouses or not; it wasn't any different this time around: her tight blue button down shirt pulled tightly against her skin, and strained greatly to cover her size D breasts, ending just above her navel, and exposing her lat stomach.

Her makeup was usually impeccable; her hair was long, wavy and fiery red, framing a beautiful, green-eyed, ruby-lipped face that earned her frequent compliments. She was taller than average, her wide child bearing hips simply drove men wild.

"I changed my mind, Pete." Mary Jane couldn't cope with the fat man's presence. "Why don't you grab us something to eat while I rest for a while?"

"Sure, MJ." Peter took a quick turn and ignored Katzenberg completely. "I'll be back in no time."

"Ok, Tiger." Mary Jane kissed him and headed to their cabin. "I'll be waiting."

Katzenberg just couldn't take a hint, and started accompanying Peter, as if he was invited to tag along, until he realized where Mary Jane was going.

"Uh... I just remembered I have to take care of something." He spoke out loud. "Why don't you just go ahead, and I will catch up with you later?"

Peter didn't even bother to look concerned, and continued his way onward.

Katzenberg stood in front of the soda machine, pretending he was looking for change, and waited for a few moments, until Peter was out of sight. Just as he was sure Peter was gone, Katzenberg quickly turned around and followed Mary Jane, unnoticed, wondering if she was going to do anything worthwhile.

To his discontentment, MJ calmly headed back to the hut, taking the opportunity to stare at the beautiful surroundings, it was in close contact with nature. She arrived at the doorsteps, unlocked the entrance and entered the shed.

Katzenberg had spied on her several times; one big frustration after the next. The idea of discovering or witnessing something private from the stunning supermodel was rather exciting, but every single time he attempted any stunt led to a shameful failure, to put it mildly. He approached the side wall, hoping he could, somehow, take a quick peep of what was happening inside.

Of course, if he got caught, he would have a hard time explaining to Peter what he was doing at their cabin, but he decided it was worth the risk. Katzenberg got on his tiptoes to reach the slightly tall plateau that supported the air conditioner, and placed his digital camera there, aiming at the small gap between the apparatus and its frame.

With some difficulty, he turned the visor down, so he could see what was happening inside from the vantage point, and focused at the beautiful redhead. As soon as the image cleared, he could watch as MJ had a cold drink from the fridge, grabbed a towel and then headed to the bathroom. 

He stared avidly as Mary Jane entered the bathroom, and heard the sound of the latch being locked. Seeing Mary Jane in her underwear was quite hot in itself, but his main motivation was to gaze at her full glory, and, if he managed that, it would make all of Katzenberg's time and trouble worth his while, at least to his way of thinking.

He quickly rushed to the other side of the cabin, and proceeded to climb onto a flower rack, in order to have access to a small, colored-glass, ventilation window. He tried his best to peep through the small gap between the window and its frame.

Katzenberg smiled at the sight that met his eyes. There she was, five feet away, standing by the sink, completely unaware of his presence. At first, nothing happened. The target of his surveillance simply stood there, staring at the mirror. Unable to give up, Katzenberg waited patiently at his station, not exactly the most comfortable position to be in.

After a few minutes, his patience was rewarded, as his rival's sexy wife looked down at her chest and took in the sight of her bulging breasts in a tight blouse, and proceeded to cross her arms and pull on each side of her top. With her arms still crossed, bent at the elbows in front of her face, she pulled the top off her shoulders and then out of her long hair, tossing it onto a stand, just below where he was.

Then, she started tugging at her skirt. It was tight to begin with, revealing all her feminine curves; she struggled to pull them down. They inched their way down her thighs, finally to her knees and then her ankles. She stepped out one foot and sent her skirt flying with a kick across the bathroom with the other.

She stood in underwear that barely covered her large breasts and shapely hips and ass, her visible skin was well tanned. Katzenberg was well aware from previous peeping that the skin hidden by her bra was much lighter, and he hoped to see some of it. What he really wanted was for all of the untanned skin to be on display but he knew that wouldn't happen in a million years. Even the thought of the possibility made his cock start to stiffen.

Suddenly, she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. As he watched avidly, she fondled her breasts briefly, giving Katzenberg a clear view of the prettiest tits he had ever seen. Her tan lines were quite evident, the paleness around her delicate, pink nipples glowed a milky-white next to her sun-baked skin. She shimmied the straps free of her arms, peeled off the garment and dangled from one hand, finally dropping it on top of the pile of clothes.

She only remained still for a few seconds before turning her back again but it was enough to give him a hard-on stiffer than any he had ever had. He noticed a tribal tattoo on her back, about three quarters down her spine. MJ didn't stay on her back very long, though; Katzenberg relished the view again of her breasts, especially the way they swayed as she started pushing down her tiny tight-fitting panties.

After he realized what she was doing, Katzenberg's eyes were riveted on the paler skin that was being exposed. As the garment was pushed clear of her hips and ass and allowed to fall to the ground, he couldn't believe it was actually happening and adjusted his cock so that it had the room it needed, as it was quite hard at the vision of Mary Jane undressing.

Staring at the sexiest thing he had ever seen, the tits and pussy of his rival's exquisite wife, completely naked and standing seven feet away, Katzenberg couldn't even blink. Her golden bikini line was shaved and trimmed into a reddish, thin path above her little cunt. MJ was still unaware that she was fully exposed to the overweight, arrogant photographer, and Katzenberg was quite enraptured by her voluptuous breasts and well manicured pussy.

After checking herself out in the mirror for a while, she turned a bit and bent back over to pick up her panties. He could see the weight of her breasts pull her forward as she reached down. Her pussy, seen from behind, was simply beyond words; it looked unbelievably tight. His cock almost seemed to be trying to rip through his pants at the sight of the sexy woman as she stood again, her big, firm tits pointing into the air.

As Katzenberg watched, he fantasized being there with her. He remembered all the bold comments of his low-life buddies, claiming they would give a limb just to catch a glimpse of Peter Parker's supermodel wife in the nude. He cursed at himself for leaving the camera at the other side, and not being able to record any of what he was witnessing.

Drool started running down his chin, an involuntary response to Katzenberg's reverie; his eyes started to hurt due to the lack of moisture -- his eyes looked like they were glued open. The only thing he could focus on was his obsession, and how bad he wanted to pierce MJ's utterly tight cunt with his cock.

Mary Jane added her tiny, sexy panties to the stand, and stepped into the stall. She started the shower, and Katzenberg was very glad that she had plain glass doors so he could see in. Shortly after she stepped into the shower her nipples got so hard he thought they were going to pop right off of her gorgeous tits. He could see her shiver as she got herself completely wet, the water obviously too cold for her.

After she adjusted the temperature, steam started to build up, the sound of the shower running was echoing all over the bathroom. Katzenberg reached into his pants and took out the small pocket knife he usually carried. He knew he would get in serious trouble if she found out what he was doing, maybe even get arrested, but he couldn't really think straight. The latch on the window was no match to a delinquent like him; he easily picked it with his knife.

Shrouded by the steam coming from the shower, he slowly slid the window open. The small gap was only wide enough so he could reach through the cracked glass and retrieve the item in question: her panties. His heart was racing as he quickly returned to his original position, trying the best he could to lock the pane again from the outside, but it wasn't as easy, as he never bothered to learn that part.

When he was convinced the job was done, he took a moment to enjoy his trophy, placing her thong up to his nose and inhaling her womanly sweet scent. That would certainly be not only his new acquired prized possession, but the proof of what he witnessed as well. Katzenberg couldn't hold it anymore and quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick. He wrapped MJ's tiny delicate panties around his cock to enhance the feeling, and so it didn't squirt onto the floor and leave sticky evidence of what he had been doing.

His heart and his breathing calmed back down after a few minutes and Katzenberg returned to his spy hole. He watched Mary Jane rub shower gel all over her body; her nipples were now enlarged and poking out a little. As her hands moved slowly and seductively all over her body, he thought he was going to blow his load right there. He could see the water running down her body, around her stunning tits, down her stomach and dripping off the trim, soft path of hair above her pussy.

As he watched, Mary Jane's hand moved from her breast to her pussy, reaching down almost between her legs and started to rub. He wished his cock could somehow trade places with her fingers, even for a few seconds. He stared in awe at what she was doing and the dynamics of her big tits and the rest of her body.


Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 02



"Oh, my," Mary Jane thought to herself as she sat up in bed. "What a crazy night."

The stunning redhead noticed the breakfast by the bed, and read the message her husband left for her. He told her to meet him at the party Jameson had organized. MJ started to remember bits and pieces of what had happened; all she knew was that she'd had a good time. Mary Jane made her way into the bathroom and looked herself over in the mirror.

"That was a wild night, indeed..." She smiled; all too aware of what was matting her hair together as she tried to run her fingers through it. Even if they weren't on their personal vacation, her husband decided to be a little daring.

"I am really beat," she thought as she got into the shower. As the warm water ran down over her body, the exquisite supermodel started to emerge from the fog of last night's adventure.

"Owwww..." Mary Jane moaned as she ran her soapy hand over her pussy. She was really sore; not only had Peter fucked her very hard, and several times through the night, but his cock felt surprisingly larger; way bigger than what she was used to. 

The hot wife eased herself down until she was sitting in the bathtub. She stretched her legs out and began to run her middle finger along her pussy. She closed her eyes and slowly caressed her sore and tender cuntlips.

"Ohhhh... Damn, Pete... You fucking tore me open!" Mary Jane moaned. It didn't take MJ's mind long to begin picturing him doing unspeakable things to her, though. "Ohhh, fuck!" She squealed as she came. "Yes!"

Mary Jane emerged from the shower brushing her long red hair as it flowed to the small of her back. Silently, she stood in front of the mirror; her green eyes sparkled, perfect white teeth hidden by full Red lips. She slipped on a white dress, sliding it over her full breasts and narrow waist. Pink panties hugged her tight ass as she admired herself in the mirror.

Peter had really made an impression on her; she could not believe how aggressive he was. If she didn't know better, it felt like it was the first time he was fucking her. MJ poured herself some coffee, her eyes glared at the television set, blood shot and heavy, even though it had been only two hours since she woke up.

She lowered the TV's volume, trying to work out the confusing flashes that started running through her head. "How do you like my big cock up your tight little pussy, slut?" The cup of coffee slipped from her outstretched fingers and fell to the carpeted floor; dark liquid sprayed outward staining the rug. As the details became less and less foggy, Mary Jane started to realize something was not right.

***

Greasy hands reached for the channel changer, holding a bucket of chicken; the man sat on the couch of his lousy apartment and turned his television on. He had an obsession and that obsession was about to air on national TV: Mrs. Mary Jane Parker. Her career was flying; the network was airing one of her David Letterman's interviews. 

Nick Katzenburg, a professional photographer for the Daily Bugle, tossed the bucket to the floor. He needed to return to the resort, but first he had to take care of some business. Chicken bones gnawed to the core spilled aimlessly, blending in well with the rest of the unkempt cabin. The chicken grease made a decent lubricant as he pulled his flaccid cock out of his torn boxers.

Staring at the TV screen, he slowly stroked his underused cock to hardness. He glided his greasy pudgy palms over the length of his cock, his eyes never leaving the screen. Mary Jane commented on her next movie, avoiding questions about her personal life. The infamous host devoted an entire half-hour to the rising starlet.

For that half-hour, Katzenburg continued stroking his rock hard cock. It wasn't like he didn't have a more suitable 'footage' for the matter at hands; he had recorded his very own nephew screwing the stunning supermodel, after all. The obnoxious man just loved staring at the gorgeous redhead, and the talk show was just another perfect opportunity.

He shot a load of thick cum onto the screen and grinned as it oozed down Mary Jane's broadcasted face. Scratching his hairy ass, Katzenburg stumbled towards the bathroom. He turned on the shower hopping in just long enough to get wet and hopped out. Applying too much cologne to hide his smell, he dressed in a wrinkled suit, grabbed an envelope and headed out the door leaving the rat to gnaw on the discarded chicken bones. 

***

A sound caused her to jerk her head around. "P-Peter?" Mary Jane whispered. Silently, someone entered the room and walked toward her. She crossed her arms in front of her chest to cover her modest form. The room was brightly lit, and she immediately recognized Craig. 

"How did you get in?" She asked defensively.

"Oh, sorry about that..." Craig apologized. "I knocked, but no one answered..."

"So you just decided to let yourself in?" MJ interrupted the boy. "I could be naked in here, you know!"

"I-I... I-I'm s-sorry..." Craig babbled; he couldn't form a whole sentence.

"Alright, Craig." She finally stated. "Just don't ever do that again."

"Yes, ma'am." He acknowledged. "Is everything okay? You're walking funny..." 

"I'm walking funny because I'm sore from... uh... exercising!" MJ hesitated. "Is there something you want?" She quickly changed the subject.

"I was just here to give you this." Craig gave her a large envelope. "It was lying by your door; I suppose you or Peter must have dropped."

"Oh," the redhead was surprised by his reasons. "Thanks, that was very sweet of you. It must be one of Pete's set of pictures..." She casually opened the envelope, and, when she realized the contents of the package, her deep green eyes widened at the sight.

"Wow!" Craig commented; he couldn't see the picture, but he read 'worth $30K' written on the back. "Is that how much it is really worth?"

MJ carefully turned the picture around, making sure Craig couldn't see what it was about, and read the note. "I think you better leave, Craig."

"B-But..." He pleaded.

"Please." She insisted.

"Okay," the boy acquiesced. "Talk to you later, then." He headed for the door and left.

***

Peter Parker quickly ditched his costume and entered the party his boss organized at the resort. Robbie Robertson was having a drink at the bar, when he noticed Peter in the doorway. 

"I'm glad you got my message, Peter." 

"What is it, Robbie?" He asked, taking a seat next to the editor. 

"I know Jonah for too long; this trip has motives other than just plain stress relief." Robertson said lighting a pipe. "He is scheming something, and I need someone I can trust to find out what."

"And you think that someone is me?" Peter asked, surprised at the assignment. He had always been an action photographer.

"I'll be frank, Peter." Robertson said. "Jameson has had a lot of pressure from all around, lately. I am concerned he will do some bad decisions about the Daily Bugle's future."

"How do you know all that?" Parker asked, somewhat shocked. 

"I'm a reporter, Peter." Robbie stated. 

"And damn good at it." Parker agreed. "Don't worry, I will look into it."

"Thanks, Pete." Robbie continued. "But first, you should focus your attention on Mary Jane."

"What about her?" Peter started to fret.

"I talked to her a couple of minutes ago." Robbie explained. "She was awfully quiet and cold, I think something is bothering her."

"Thanks for letting me know, you are a good friend, Robbie." Peter gave him a tap on the shoulder. "I'll see what's going on."

***

"Hey, MJ!" Peter spotted her wife at the party; she surely had a serious expression, nothing that could ever maul her angelic face, though.

"Hi, Pete." She greeted him. Peter was surprised that she didn't kiss him; she didn't even hug him, nor smile.

"Is everything alright, baby?" 'Robbie was right,' he thought; something was wrong with MJ.

"I have a lot of things going through my mind right now, Tiger." She turned her shoulder to him and walked away. "Sorry, I just need to be alone for a while." Peter was confused, and did not know what she was talking about. Without a doubt, the last thing he needed was Katzenburg giving him a hard time. 

"Look who's here!" Katzenburg said as Peter tried to ignore him. "The hot shot, Spidey-photographer!"

"Not now, Katzenburg!" Peter dissed the fat man.

"What's wrong?" Nick flashed his rotted teeth. "Did you finally found out that your spider buddy is stuffing your pretty wife with cock?" 

"Listen, you sonofabitch!" Peter grabbed him by his shirt. 

Nick continued grinning. "Hit me and I'll sue your fucking ass." He threatened, flipping ash from his cigarette on Peter's shoulder. "Besides, you don't wanna make a scene here."

Reluctantly, Peter released his grip. "Yep," Katzenburg said leering at Mary Jane across the room. "I'll bet that little slut can suck the foreskin right off my fat cock and not even bat an eye..." He pushed Peter to the edge. "Does she swallow? Christ, look at that ass." He said downing another shot of Jack Daniel's. 

Peter turned to leave; one punch would kill him. And the last thing he needed was a murder rap. "Oh, and by the way, Parker..." Katzenburg wanted to grab Peter's attention. "I know why your wife is upset." 

"Work stress..." He pretended to know the reason and ignored the bald fat man. "That's old news, Katzenburg..."

"Not stress, you limp-dicked putz! Somebody is blackmailing her, and I got the photos!" Nick gloated. That surely got Peter's attention. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Peter asked, disturbed.

Nick reached inside his pocket and retrieved a picture of Mary Jane in her underwear. The image was considerately blurry and out of focus, which prevented her husband from identifying where it was taken, but it was more than enough for any cheap tabloid to publish it.

At last, Peter realized why Mary Jane was acting the way she did. She must have seen one of those pictures, and the fear of exposition has probably made her utterly troubled. 

"How much?" Peter harshly inquired; he wanted the issue gone.

"They're not for sale." Katzenburg replied. 

Peter gritted his teeth. He needed those photos; they were the key to getting Mary Jane rid of her preoccupation.

"Like hell they aren't!" Peter almost had an outburst, but he contained himself. "Look, Katzenburg, I'll level with you. Mary Jane is not acting normal; I am worried about her well being. Those photos will help me bring her sanity back."

Katzenburg spit out his drink over Parker's suit, the rest went out his nose. He wiped the tears from his eyes and held his stomach; his laughter was loud enough to draw attention. Peter wiped his vest clean from the Jack Daniel's.

"You find that amusing, Katzenburg?" He said growing very irritable. 

"Very! Why the fuck should I help you? Snot-nosed-little-brat, you got me fired over some lousy 'photoshopped' pictures. I had to beg on hands and knees to get my job back."

Peter pulled out a checkbook, "A thousand dollars," he said pausing waiting for an answer. 

"A thousand bucks for giving you a couple photos?" He said pouring himself another drink.

"Plus the negatives, and not to me," Parker corrected the foul man. "MJ is clearly ashamed by the situation; she mustn't know what we discussed here!"

"Whatever... I will accept the offer... Only in cash!" 

Peter returned half an hour later; he hated the idea of paying Nick Katzenburg, and felt guilty as hell he had to withdraw money from their account in order to finance such lewd act. Katzenburg sneered at Peter as he stuffed the wad of money inside his coat. The loathsome photographer had no intention of publishing the photos; he had his own hidden agenda. Despite appearances, Nick was no fool.

***

Mary Jane sat at a large table, the seat beside her empty. The men in the room were not used to seeing beautiful women, and Mary Jane was certainly a cut above the rest. The very few that tried talking to her were not the least successful.

Still, most men there had common sense, dignity, honor... Nick Katzenburg possessed none of these traits. MJ watched the slob make his way through the crowd. She wished someone would take the chair next to her, anyone. 

"Hiya, toots." He said plopping his flabby ass in the chair next to her. "What a nice piece of ass like you doing all by yourself?"

"What do you want, Katzenburg?" Mary Jane said. She loathed this man, the way he leered at her at every opportunity he had. His smell never improved; his clothes in desperate need of an iron. Joe Robertson noticed the arrival of the overweight photographer and MJ's obvious hatred of the man. 

Katzenburg took his eyes off of the redhead's tits and waved the editor over. Robbie was somewhat surprised by this and moved through the crowd, in their direction. Katzenburg reached inside his coat pocket producing several photos. 

"I thought this might interest you, Robertson." Katzenburg said. 

"Where did you get these?" Robbie said expecting an answer immediately. 

"I snooped around," Nick said proudly. 

"I could have you fired in less than a minute." Robbie realized the nature of the photos.

"Easy, Robbie! Jameson hired me to dig up and bury any dirt on the guy. If I could find him, so could someone else." Nick said in a panicked voice.

'Him' being the CEO of one of the Daily Bugle's main sponsors having a meeting with the famous crime lord, Wilson Fisk, aka the Kingpin. It was somewhat suspicious, Robbie agreed, but the Bugle was not in the market for gossip and speculation. Besides, that kind of accusation would deeply hurt the newspaper, financially speaking.

Robbie stared at the slime ball for a moment; Katzenburg was exactly how he seemed, caring for no one but himself and the almighty buck. Despite his utter willingness to permanently banish the awful man from any Bugle office or subsidiary, he could prove useful in the times to come. Robbie needed to have a serious talk to Jameson about this unsettling information, it could relate to what he had previously discussed with Peter.

"If you will excuse me, dear, I have some things to take care of." Robbie addressed Mary Jane and rushed out. 

"I got something of interest for you too, baby." Katzenburg said his hand resting on her bare knee just below the hem of her dress. 

"You have nothing of interest to me!" MJ protested. "I have only tolerated your insults and pawing out of respect for my husband. Now kindly remove your hand." 

"He loves you very much you know? Of course with an ass like yours I would love you too." He said, grinning through rotting teeth. 

Mary Jane rose to her feet, before Katzenburg grabbed her wrist and sat her back down. 

"Listen doll, I could do without your holier than thou attitude, it was your sweet loving hubby that asked me to come over here." Katzenburg said placing his hand back on her knee. 

"Why?" She said once again pushing it away. 

"These are why." He said, showing her one of her pictures. "I don't think you want any of those available to the public... Think about all the children that look up to you." 

"I am already being blackmailed by one scumbag! I certainly don't need to cope with another!" She said pausing, "Why do I waste my time talking to you?" Mary Jane realized the content of the picture and rose out of her chair, once more. 

"I am not finished." He grinned. 

Mary Jane stared down at the pudgy man. "So?" she said with contempt. 

"I have proof you were setup." He retrieved another picture; it displayed the supermodel with her legs spread wide open, having sex with an endowed male. "Or are you going to tell me that this big-cocked-dude is your hubby?"

"I-I... D-Don't..." Mary Jane blushed at the obscene image being shown to her; conveniently for him, it clearly pictured all her feminine forms, but it wasn't possible to identify the unknown man: he had his back to the camera, completely out of focus, and his face was cropped out. The only thing that was somehow distinguishable was his enormous penis, being forced deep inside her.

"Of course it is!" The redhead finally stated. She didn't recognize it as Pete's penis, and the visual aid caused some of the obscure flashes she had had earlier to return. MJ didn't want to rush to any conclusions; after all, the picture wasn't all that clear and the angle was definitely odd. Besides, she wouldn't tell the slime ball anything; it wasn't any of his business to begin with.

"If you say so..." Katzenburg laughed. "Anyway, Parker wants you to come with me and get them."

"You showed him those?" Mary Jane turned very pale.

"Relax, tits... I saved all the juicy ones to you," he kept smiling, his rancid breath causing her to step back. "Although I don't know what the big deal is, I mean you just said he is the guy with you, right?" 

"You just want to sell them to the highest bidder." Mary Jane ignored his question. 

"Yep. Course I would alter them a little." He simply answered. "You know, to bring more money."

"That's fraud!" She shouted. 

"Who can prove it without the negatives?" Katzenburg said, grabbing his coat. "Now, you coming or not?"

"Where are the negatives?" MJ asked. "And why me?"

"The Bugle, and Parker wants you to solve your own mess, how the fuck would I know? This is turning into one big pain in the ass. I'll tell you what; I'll give the originals to someone else. That way you don't have to go with me, and I don't have to listen to your smug ass." Katzenburg said brushing past her. 

"Alright, I'll go to the Bugle with you." She said knowing that she needed to take care of both the pictures and the photographer behind them, but first things first. 

***

"Oh, honey," Mary Jane hugged Peter tightly and kissed him. "I am so sorry for acting weird; I got to do this one thing and then I will explain everything."

Peter held his wife tight not wanting to let her go. As soon as she kissed him goodbye, Nick Katzenburg approached him.

"Don't worry, Parker," He whispered in his ear. "Ol' Katzenburg will take care of everything, and I'll make sure you get your thousand bucks' worth." 

"Where are you going?" Peter asked, as Katzenburg put his hand around Mary Jane's waist leading her towards the door. 

"You know," He said giving Peter a knowing wink. "The Bugle."

Mary Jane looked at Peter questioningly. 

He had no idea what Katzenburg was talking about, either, but wasn't too thrilled with the idea of Mary Jane knowing he paid him a thousand dollars out of their shared account. So he winked back. "Ummm, Robbie will be there, as well," Parker said adding to the lie with a wink. "He's going to wait for you."

***

Katzenburg leaned forward from the backseat and handed the Cabby a note. "Go here first I need to pick something up." He said and rested back in his seat. Mary Jane was actually surprised he didn't try to grab her while they were in the cab. The cab pulled to a stop just outside some unsavory apartments.

"C'mon toots, I need to get a key and it's a two man job." 

"What?" Mary Jane said. 

"The key, toots, it's in a safe designed by double combination, prevents safe crackers. In my line of work you can't be too careful." He said as he waited impatiently. 

"We'll be right back." Mary Jane said to the cabby, and walked past Katzenburg up the steps. 

Nick tossed a rolled up hundred dollar bill into the open window and pointed his thumb southward. The Cabby instantly got the message and as soon as the two were out of site he left. 

***

"My, God... Don't you ever clean this place? I did not think anything could smell as bad as you." She said holding her nose, her six-inch heels avoiding the empty beer cans. "I stand corrected." 

"Be with you in a minute, doll." Katzenburg headed for the bathroom "The ride was too bumpy, I'm not feeling all that good..."




Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 02



"Blllllrrrriiiiiiippp" The fat man burped, trying not to throw up. Mary Jane recoiled; never had she been in the presence of a more disgusting man. 

The supermodel tried to clear a clean spot as far away from the bathroom as she could. She could not help but notice the odd stain on the television set. When Katzenburg returned, his pants were unbuttoned and his hairy belly hanging low. He had ditched his dress shirt, and a yellowed stained muscle shirt hid his flabby chest.

"You are the most disgusting, perverted man I have ever met!" She turned to leave. "Keep your damn key! Keep your photos! I'm leaving!"

"Pretty little thing like you in a district like this..." Katzenburg said opening a beer. "Hmmmmm, especially once someone recognizes you, well it won't be pretty." 

Mary Jane looked out the window at the empty parking spot where the cab had once been.

"You know, Parker set it up; Boy will do anything to keep you out of trouble. I'm thinking he is getting reamed by Spider-man, you know, a little hershey highway action after all the cute photos are taken." He said throwing the empty beer can in a pile on the floor.

Mary Jane's right hand slapped him across the face, followed by a left. Her knee went straight to his groin area where he barely blocked it and backhanded her. She landed on the sofa holding her cheek. "I hate you!" She screamed. Nick ignored her opening another beer as he sat down next to her, his hand moved immediately to her knee. 

"Look doll there was no reason to hit me. Parker thinks you were cheating on him and paid me a thousand bucks to find out." He said as he walked his fingers up her leg, pushing the hem of her skirt upward exposing her long legs. 

"What?" She said, pulling her skirt back down to her knees. "You cannot be serious!"

"Yep, five hundred bucks to find that out and another five hundred to get those photos." He said showing her a handful of cash. "What did you think I was winking about?"

Mary Jane remembered their little silent knowing sign and wink. She could not believe Peter would sink so low. While she was daydreaming, Katzenburg's hand had slid her dress up high enough to see the outline of her pink-laced panties. 

Mary Jane glared at him, as drool escaped his mouth, "Get your filthy paws off meeMMPH..."

Without warning, Katzenburg leaned forward and kissed her. His teeth yellow and broken, his breath tasting of booze, smoke, and greasy Mexican food. Mary Jane opened her mouth to scream, which only gave him access to shove his tongue deeper down her throat.

As Mary Jane struggled to get away, the bald fat man snuggled closer, rubbing himself against her hot, firm body. "Stop fighting it baby, it's what your husband wants! And ol' Katzenburg is here to save the day!"

"Touch me again, and I will have you killed, pig!" The redhead shouted, after she managed to break free.

"And how would you pull that off?" The obese man didn't buy her threats.

"You do realize I am friends with Spider-man, don't you?" 

"You win, toots." He admitted his defeat; there was no point in messing with a superhero. "Since you are not in the mood for some making out, let's get down to business! You know that world is as unstable and unpredictable as an earthquake. So it would be wise not to leave your career in the hands of destiny alone; push it along and make sure it keeps growing."

"What are you talking about, fatso?" The awful man wasn't making a lot of sense.

"It is quite simple really, doll." He resumed his point. "If you want the negatives, you need to give me something in return."

"You are a walking cliché, aren't you?" The supermodel pouted. "How much for the set, asshole?"

"I don't want your damn money!" Katzenburg sounded offended. "Is that all you can think of me?"

"What is it, then?" Mary Jane wondered if he could be actually telling the truth, for once.

"What I really want is that lovely piece of ass of yours." Katzenburg boldly stated.

"Excuse me?" Mary Jane shouted, outraged. "You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

"Do I look like I am?" Katzenburg kept his indifferent posture.

"I will have you arrested for this!" Mary Jane threatened him again.

"You can do whatever you damn please, toots." Katzenburg didn't seem to mind. "I don't care; it will be your word against mine and by the time it gets sorted out your image will be already ruined. Not to mention Parker will finally realize what a sorry cuckold he is, after he sees the pictures of you fucking some hung dude." He continued.

"You fucking pig!" She yelled as she slapped him hard on the face, once more.

Mary Jane got up and rushed to the door, there was no way she was gonna walk in front of this guy and give him an excuse to view her ass. She got out and slammed the door behind her.

"Fucking Katzenburg!" She thought. "I so wish I had a gun right now! I'd pump that asshole full of hot lead!"

Mary Jane clutched the nearby wall; she was shaken up and on the verge of crying. She couldn't believe he had the nerve to propose something like that to her. The fat man just tried to take advantage of her. She wanted to make the disgusting perv pay for his offence, but he was right about his point.

Surely, she would find a way to prove he blackmailed her, but that would take an awfully long time. Moreover, she couldn't clearly remember what had happened, so she wanted to be sure before she told Peter anything. As much as she hated the idea, she needed to go back and try to reason with the sleazy prick, hoping he would come to his senses about the matter. She took a deep breath, straightened herself and headed back to his apartment.

"Hya, toots." He said with that stupid smile on his face, as she walked in and sat at the chair facing him again. "Looking good as always."

"I am willing to give you a chance for you to apologize." She told him straight up, making it look she was on top of the situation.

"Come on, sweet cheeks." Katzenburg laughed. "It's a long way to the top, and you are only showing that you don't have what it takes to get there."

"I am a hard working and honest professional and I love my husband! You should be ashamed of yourself, you asshole!" She shouted. Maybe she could convince him by showing an aggressive side.

"High moral standards won't get you anywhere." Katzenburg tried to rationalize it. "Besides, quit being a baby! I am not telling you to enjoy it. It is strictly a business transaction: we both want something and we are trying to reach an agreement." 

"There is no agreement!" Mary Jane promptly answered him. "You are the without doubt the foulest person I've ever met!"

"Compliments will get you nowhere, toots." He kept on mocking her. "I may be disgusting, but I am not a hypocrite! You screwed around behind your husband's back and you are only upset because I know it! Besides, I am not forcing you to do shit! If you are all insulted, just get the hell out of here!" 

Mary Jane was stunned; she didn't know what to do. She wanted so much to get out of there, but she thought about her husband. Obviously, she had been the victim of a setup; someone was blackmailing her for a great deal of cash and Nick Katzenburg somehow intercepted the pictures and turned this thing around, wanting sexual favors in return.

Of course, Peter would be at her side when she revealed to him what happened, but he would be devastated to know that his wife was abused, as well, and she didn't want that.

"So what is it gonna be?" Katzenburg finally asked her.

"I will listen to your offer." She answered in a low tone; maybe she could offer him a date with one of her model friends. Surely, none of them would want anything with the foul bastard, but MJ knew most of them were sluts, so it was just a matter of convincing.

"It has been a while since I had a woman, Red." He told her as if it was a compliment. "And I can honestly say I never had one nearly as gorgeous as you." 

"I am not gonna fuck you!" Mary Jane immediately answered.

"See? You cut the bullshit and went straight to the point. I like that." Katzenburg continued. "So you wanna save that little sweet pussy of yours to your lover? Fine. How about some ass, then?"

"How about you masturbate your pathetic little penis, knowing that you will never have me?" Mary Jane taunted him.

"You are testing my patience, toots." He stated. "I know you are only here to have a taste of the ol' Katzenburg charm."

"I will not be anywhere near your excuse for a penis!" Mary Jane replied with a dry tone.

"You are one tough cookie, I'll give you that." Katzenburg insisted. "Let's hear your proposition, then. You must have one, for sure." 

"I-I h-have some friends..." MJ was embarrassed by the mere thought.

"Go on," Katzenburg seemed interested.

"I can, uh, arrange for you to meet them." She continued.

"Like a date?" He wanted more details.

"Yes." MJ nodded.

"How sweet!" The obnoxious photographer laughed. "Where are we? In fifth grade?"

"What are you talking about, you moron?" She was beyond losing her temper.

"I am talking about pussy, you dumb broad!" Katzenburg shouted. "Can you guarantee I will be getting any, for sure?"

"Of course not!" MJ stated. "If that is the case, just pay some hooker for that!"

"I am tired of paying for sex." He admitted. "I have done that my entire life."

"God, you really are pathetic!" Despite her utter repulsion, MJ was almost sorry for the guy.

"How about a hand job?" Katzenburg insisted. "Just a nice wank and we are through!"

"No!" She immediately answered. "Not in a million years!"

"Suit yourself, Paris Hilton!" The despicable man gave in. "You had your chance, now get the fuck out of here. I have some tabloids to call."

"A hand job and nothing more?" MJ asked, skeptical; his propositions weren't going to get any better than this. She was completely lost and didn't know what to do.

"That's the deal." He replied.

"Let's say, for a second, I agree." She whimpered as her predicament sunk into her. "If I do it, will you give me the pics?"

"Sure, Red." Katzenburg assured her.

"What about after?" Mary Jane continued. "What about Peter?"

"You go your way; I go mine, no strings attached." He tried to sound reasonable. "Besides, even if I told Parker, he would never believe my word."

"How do I know I can trust you?" She sounded worried. 

"You don't!" He smiled. "Now, get over here and let's do it!" 

MJ sat there with shock in her eyes. Slowly, she realized she had no choice. She was going to do it. She was going to do this to keep her own privacy and for the husband she loved. Reluctantly she got up, locked the door and turned to face him. He was smiling triumphantly.

"My, you really look pretty!" He laughed gazing at her young, firm body in her nicely cut dress. "Dressed up for me?" 

"Of course not, fatso!" Mary Jane hated him. 

"Come on, toots. Be nice! It's just a business transaction, that's all..." He got closer to her for a better look. "Now, let's see what you are wearing under that cute little dress of yours..."

"What?" She pouted. "That was not the agreement!"

"Well, yeah... But, it will make me a lot more excited and ready to burst..." Katzenburg sneered. "Unless you want it to last... and believe me, I can last a long time... It's up to you..."

"You really are a selfish bastard!" That was Mary Jane's only answer.

"I am waiting!" Katzenburg sneered.

Resigned to the inevitable, Mary Jane silently lifted the front of her dress' skirt. She wished she wasn't wearing her pink, sheer string bikini panties. The bottoms were so small that it clung to her body in a way that her pussy was just covered by it. She stood before the obnoxious photographer with her skirt over her hips, her dress' top was clung to her tits making them look even bigger than what they actually were, and they were big normally. It barely covered her firm mounds; her nipples were poking through the thin material. She looked ravishing. 

"Damn!" Although Katzenburg had seen the supermodel wife in her underwear when he spied on her, staring at her magnificent body up close was a whole new experience; he had an instantaneous hardon "Parker is one lucky son of a..."

"Don't you dare speak his name; you are not half the man he is!" Mary Jane threatened him. "If you tell this to anyone, I will have you arrested, do you understand?" 

"Perfectly." Katzenburg smiled as he realized what she was willing to do. "Now, get over here!" He ordered as he sat on his dirty couch.

Her heart was beating rapidly as she approached Nick Katzenburg. Mary Jane tried to ignore him; her fingers trembled as she opened his belt and yanked down his zipper, he lifted his hips slightly to help her as she tugged his ragged trousers down to his ankles, freeing his throbbing cock under his huge beer gut.

He wore no underwear and his dick was nothing like she had imagined. Katzenburg's cock popped into view and her deep green eyes widened at the sight; it was fucking huge. It had to be at least eight, maybe close to nine inches long and at least a couple inches thick. The whole thing was covered in thick heavy veins and even more impressive was how pronounced his cockhead was. It was like a giant mushroom that was at least a half inch thicker than his cock. His cock was enormous: so long and fat that the redhead gasped at her first sight of his tremendous prick. Katzenburg knew it wasn't as long as his nephew, but it was just as thick.

"Fuck!" MJ thought; she couldn't help but stare at the huge prick pulsing like a steel rod between his belly and herself. "How can this ugly bastard be larger than Peter's?"

A sudden image of herself sucking Katzenburg's giant cock flooded into Mary Jane's mind. She imagined herself on her knees, whipping her fist, furiously up and down his big, stiff prick, slurping loudly and shamelessly on his cock-knob. The flush in her cheeks turned nearly crimson, and she realized how wrong and disgusting that was.

"Bigger than hubby, Red?" He snapped her out of her reverie.

"You wish!" She angrily replied.

"How come you can't take your eyes from it then?" Katzenburg laughed.

Mary Jane blushed as she heard the bold commentary.

"Get down on your knees and start jerking my prick." He ordered her. "I'm tired of waiting." His eyes were all over the wife's gorgeous body, and when she saw his gaze on her crotch, Mary Jane closed her thighs together, preventing him from getting a good look at her panty-covered cuntslit.

Katzenburg's massive cock bucked and throbbed, obviously as stiff as a prick could get, he was red-faced yet trembling with lust. He gazed down at her, his huge fuck-pole throbbing right in front of her face. Mary Jane whimpered as she reluctantly wrapped both hands around his prick, amazed that so much of his stiff cock still protruded from the grip of her fists.

She started stroking his gigantic, stone-hard cock; his incredibly long, fat prick arched stiffly over his equally large belly, capped with a puffy, helmet-shaped knob that oozed milky pre-cum. Even Katzenburg was impressed by his dong's unusual length and thickness; he admired it, rising like a mast straight toward the ceiling, pre-cum glistening the spongy surface of the crown, contrasting heavily with the delicate hands that were handling it.

Closing his eyes in expectation, he soon became immersed in his late reveries, imagining the thrill of fucking the red-fringed pussy of his long time rival's girl. One of her hands was fisting his cock to a climax, while the other fondled his restless rocks. 

Mary Jane continued to vigorously masturbate the happy looking man; after about five minutes or so, her arm got tired so she switched sides. To be honest, the way his balls were swollen she hadn't expected him to last half the time he already had, and there was no sign of him finished soon either, in fact it almost felt as if his cock had softened slightly. 

"Are you close?" She asked hopefully. 

"No, I'm sorry," he apologized. "Perhaps some extra stimulation would help?" 

After another five minutes, Mary Jane stopped again; she wanted to end her torment as soon as possible. "Keep your hands to yourself," she told him. With that, the buxom supermodel peeled her top up over her shoulders; her massive D's tumbled free. They looked fantastic, large and perfectly round spheres, topped by delicious pink nipples and no sign of any sag. 

"Wow!" Katzenburg blurted out, unable to help himself. "That is a great fucking rack!"

Katzenburg reached out for one of Mary Jane's tits but she slapped away his hand. "I said no touching, asshole!" 

"Sorry, toots," the fat man apologized. "Had to try, at least!"

Mary Jane took hold of Katzenburg's cock with both hands, her arms very tired by now. She was encouraged as she felt it harden more, now that the horny photographer gazed at her naked tits. The redhead resumed jerking at his cock, now with both hands wrapped around the thick shaft. Her tits jiggled even more enticing now they were bare, and Katzenburg was almost hypnotized by the quivering breasts. 

Another five minutes and he still hadn't cum; the fat man, sensing Mary Jane's defenses faltering, reached out and cupped his hand over one of her swinging breasts. This time she didn't stop him; her arms were burning; she regretted starting this and just wanted him to get off as soon as possible. Katzenburg pushed her dress' top aside, exposing more of her large, but firm breast. He squeezed and pinched her naked tit. Mary Jane remained on her knees before him; half dressed and in shock, as his hand worked on her breast. He moaned slightly and gave her big tit a squeeze. 

"How about some dirty talking, Red?" He proposed. "It would sure speed things up!"

Mary Jane was appalled to even consider the lewd act, but the possibility of ending her agony sooner forced her to play along. "Is this how you like it, Katzenburg? Is this how you want me to stroke your cock? Huh? You do want to fuck me, don't you?" 

"Fuck, yeah! I'd love to bury it deep into that sweet cunt of yours!" Was his immediate reply. "I see how stare at my cock! I see how you crave it! Is it bigger than your husband's?"

The supermodel wife didn't answer him; she knew his body was beginning to win the battle with his mind, as her hand found its mark and began to tease his cock with wickedly erotic strokes. Katzenburg began to thrust himself forward and match her strokes.

"Tell me, Red! I see the way you are looking at it!" He insisted. "Is my cock bigger than Parker's?"

"Yes, you pig!" She finally admitted; there was no point in lying anymore. "It's a fucking monster!"

"Ha! I knew it!" The photographer laughed, proud of what he had asserted.

MJ beat his cock-meat as fast as she could, excitedly watching the pre-cum oozing from his piss-hole. She ran her fingers up and down his hard cock-shaft, and thought if she stroked it enough, he'd cum before she had to throw up. She moved her hand to his balls and gently caressed them. 

"Oh, that's good!" He groaned, urging Mary Jane faster as he pinched her nipple and then lifted his other hand up so he had a tit in each hand. He knew he was getting close to cumming but didn't want her to know, he wanted to push her just a little further. "Put it in your mouth," he told her. 

"What?" Mary Jane was shocked. 

"Put it in your mouth, just the tip, it'll push me over the edge," Katzenburg promised, fondling Mary Jane's lovely breasts. 

"No!" She snapped, stopping her pumping on his cock. "I'm not gonna do it, loser!" 

"Whatever." Katzenburg wasn't the least concerned about the state she was in. "I can feel I'm so close, but I see you are enjoying handling my cock, so suit yourself!"

"Shut up, pig!"

"Come on, Red. I think you are exploring your potential here, by overcoming an adverse state." 




Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 02



Ashamed, but knowing she didn't have any strength on her arms left, Mary Jane moved her face to his cock-head. She was revolted and her heart was beating rapidly as her silky tongue tentatively emerged from between her soft lips. Then, ever so slowly, her tongue touched the underside of his cock, and she tasted the awful man's prick. 

Katzenburg just moaned. Mary Jane dropped her hand, pressing her lips in a lewdly sucking kiss on the spongy tip of his prick. She tasted the strong saltiness of his cream, and her eyes opened wide, as she imagined how much cum was stored in his balls, how much of his hot, sappy jizz could end up spew down her throat.

Gradually, the redhead let her lips part, making loud, wet, smacking sounds as she took his cock deep inside her mouth. Hungrily, she licked her tongue around the swollen length of his prick-shaft, unable to avoid the taste of his fuck-rod.

Mary Jane shut her eyes, concentrating on nothing else in the world but the flavor and feel of Katzenburg' cock in her mouth; she wanted it to end soon. She started sucking, her cheeks flushing brightly and puckering with her suction around the stiffness of his dick. The supermodel clung to his cock with her hand, holding up his wand of prick-flesh as she slurped and sucked loudly on his cock-tip. Up and down her head bobbed, shamelessly fucking her face with Katzenburg's giant fuck-stick.

The photographer returned his hand to her breast. He squeezed it hard, feeling her nipple become erect. He explored it, touching her bare tit flesh. First, his palm pressed against Mary Jane enlarged nipple. Then, he tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. He kneaded her soft tit flesh as the stunned young wife kneeled before him obediently. 

"Fuck, Red!" Katzenburg groaned. Dazedly, he looked down at his employee, excited by the spectacle of the cock-loving supermodel with her lips stretched to bursting around the steely stiffness of his prick. "You are damn good at it!"

"Harder, now!" He dropped his hands to her head, curling his fingers in her long, fiery red hair. He bucked his fat hips off the couch, nearly choking the young wife as he tried to jam his cock farther between her lips.

Mary Jane's soft, perfectly painted lips closed around the fat man's long, thick cock. She felt his prick begin to enlarge as her tongue moved along the shaft. She moved her head back and forth sucking as much of the growing shaft into her throat as possible. Her moist, watery mouth covered his cock shaft with hot saliva. 

His mushroom shaped cock-head grew larger and more resilient with each passing second. The rhythmic sucking and milking of her soft velvety mouth made Katzenburg's prick continue to enlarge. He was moving his hips back and forth as her cock-sucking mouth aroused him further. Her eyes were opened and she saw his pubic hair inches from her cock-sucking lips.

The cock-sucking act Mary Jane was performing on the dreadful man was affecting her. Although she tried to rationalize that this was not really sex, her nipples were hard and erect, her top pushed aside exposing her naked tit flesh. She felt her pussy quivering and throbbing. 

"Come on! Put it in your mouth and suck it good for me!" He ordered her.

Encouraged by the man's eager words, Mary Jane sucked his fuck-pole even harder. His hot, salty cum-juice was oozing out of his piss-hole. His prick was growing even stiffer, pulsing rhythmically on the roof of her mouth. 

Katzenburg was looking down on her, watching his cock slide in and out of the married woman's mouth. He watched her head bobbing back and forth as her lips held his cock-shaft tightly and her tongue flicked madly at the sensitive underside of his prick. He wondered if she was getting into it; enjoying sucking him off. 

Although she was an experienced cocksucker, Mary Jane had trouble swallowing more than half of his large prick, and continually alternated between sucking near the head and kissing and licking further down from mid cock to the base where her hand was gently stroking and milking his shaft. 

Still jerking his cock-shaft with her hand, she moved her mouth over to his cum filled balls and licked at his nut-sack. Then, she sucked one of his balls into her mouth along with his curly pubic hair. Her tongue and lips worked to devour his one cum filled ball, and then switched to the other. 

Just as she thought she had sucked on his balls enough, Mary Jane kissed and licked each one gently before returning her mouth to his cock-head. Katzenburg looked down at her and watched his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. As he felt up her tit, he was moaning and moving his hips, trying to push more of his cock into her mouth. He took his free hand and wrapped around hers, showing her how he wanted her to jerk him off into her mouth as she sucked him off. 

After she was doing it the way he wanted, he pulled his hand from her breast and put both his hands on her head and held it still and then moved his cock in and out of her throat, fucking her mouth. As his cock passed back and forth between her lips, her tongue licked and flicked at the underside of his prick. Her lips held his cock tightly. Mary Jane felt his cock getting bigger and hotter. 

She knew she he was close to blowing his wad. Relentlessly, she sucked on his aching cock, the bedroom filled by the constant slurping, gurgling sounds of the frantic blowjob in progress. Her hand jacked on his fuck-rod again, frantically beating his cock up to her cock-filled lips.

"Warn me when you cum." She pleaded; the supermodel had a rather angry expression on her face, but to Katzenburg's surprise, she leant over his lap and opened her mouth, taking the end of him between her lips and sucking.

Her moist tender lips grasped tighter and tighter around his glistening prick as her warm wet mouth took more and more of his huge shaft. After a few minutes, Katzenburg had his entire 9-inch cock in Mary Jane's mouth, her nose was buried in his pubic hair. As soon as her lips closed over the base of his cock, it pulsed and started shooting. 

At the same time, he bucked his hips up off the couch and rammed his cock into Mary Jane's mouth, grabbing the top of her head and forcing her head down. The horny man gave a cry of pleasure as he came in the redhead's mouth, his cock thrusting over her tongue and squirting his load into her mouth.

Mary Jane had no choice but to swallow. She gulped rapidly as his huge load of cum filled her mouth, weeks of pent up sexual energy shooting from Katzenburg's penis. She tried to pull her head free as her mouth was filled by the sticky, hot liquid, but he held her strong, bucking his cock up between her lips and practically fucking her face as he unloaded. 

Katzenburg's creamy torrent of cum blew into the prick-sucking wife's mouth, splattering on the roof of her mouth, and then shooting past her tonsils down her throat. His jism tasted different than she expected, certainly not awful as she imagined it to be. And his load was every bit as huge as his cock. A tidal wave of cream blasted again and again out of Katzenburg's dick, making his prick pulsed wildly between her lips as it vented its load of boiling sperm.

"Fuck yeah!" He screamed.

His hands grabbed her head and he shoved her hungrily sucking mouth down hard onto his manically jerking cock. Katzenburg's cum filled balls spurted another three or four large loads of their precious fluid in her mouth, Mary Jane continued sucking as every drop emptied down her throat. 

It was an incredibly big load; bigger than any Mary Jane had yet nursed from Peter's balls. His cum-blast spurted into her mouth, nearly choking her as it spewed down her throat. She sucked his squirting cock harder than ever. The sequence was followed by spurt after spurt of rich, milky, salty-tasting spunk.

Again and again, his jism streamed up from his balls, inundating her mouth and throat with his rich cum. The sounds of the wife's wild prick-sucking grew even louder as she swallowed his cum. She tried to swallow it all, but some slipped from her lips. He then pushed her head back and shot several spurts of cum all over her face. Mary Jane watched as his cock jerked about wildly, ejaculating his hot load all over her. His cum was in her eyes and on her nose. Large globs of cum dripped down her cheeks. 

Katzenburg put his prick back in Mary Jane's mouth. Her lips again tightly encircling his massive cock-shaft. He continued moving her head back and forth as she continued nibbling on his cock-head, sucking clean every last drop of his life-giving sperm that she could until he was completely drained. He left his big cock inside of her mouth as it slowly softened. 

"Oh, shit!" Katzenburg moaned happily. He grinned down at Mary Jane wickedly as she finally let his still-hard cock slide out of her mouth. The supermodel finally lifted her mouth off his dick and coughed and sputtered for air. She spat out what little of Katzenburg's load was still in her mouth, most of it she had been forced to swallow. 

"I said to warn me!" Mary Jane said angrily to Katzenburg. 

"Man, you are such a good cock-sucker, aren't you, Red?" He laughed. "The way you were talking before, I almost thought you'd turn me in to the cops. I should have known all along how bad you craved a big cock!" 

"Hope you enjoyed, you bastard, 'cause it will never happen again!" The wife sat up on her heels, still staring transfixedly at his huge cock as she wiped drops of cum from around her mouth. "Now, give me the pictures!"

"Sure!" Katzenburg smiled, handing her another envelope, with the items in question. "A deal is a deal!"

In a daze, she got on her feet, repositioned her breasts in her top, covering her breasts, and pulled her skirt down. Katzenburg watched as the pretty young supermodel and wife, who had just sucked him off, got herself cleaned and fixed her makeup. 

"What do you say?" Katzenburg asked, when she headed for the door to leave.

"Fuck you!" Mary Jane answered, infuriated, before leaving. "We are done here!"

"That's close enough!" He laughed. "You are very welcome!" 

***

"God, what have I done?" She muttered to herself, rushing down the stairs. Quietly, she rang up a local taxi company and waited anxiously for its arrival. 

The driver was very talkative; Mary Jane however did not hear a word he said. She could smell Katzenburg's odor, like it permeated the very air. Her dress, skin, even her hair, seemed to reek from the odors of his body and musky apartment. The vision of the blow-up doll on his beer stained bedroom floor, with a picture of her taped to its head nearly made her vomit. 

She quickly moved her thoughts to Peter and the wonderful week they would spend in the cabin. Being one of the top fashion models in the world paid very well, they could extend their vacation even further. Overlooking a large calm lake and surrounded by beautiful redwoods it was as romantic as a fixture could get. She was anxious to get out of the smog-infested city of New York, and into the clear blue of the inner city. Lost in her thoughts she hadn't noticed the Cab had been still for the last ten minutes due to a traffic jam. 

"Say, doll," The unshaven driver said as he stared at her through his rear view mirror. "You must have really got your world rocked."

"W-What?" Mary Jane said, scowling. "Excuse me?!?"

"You've been rubbing yourself for the last fifteen minutes, if you want I can find a place more secluded..." He flashed a toothless grin. 

"Go to hell! Just keep your damn eyes on the road." Mary Jane was furious, but he was right, her palm was softly rubbing her pelvis. Her pussy was still sore from her night encounter, and the rubbing somehow made it feel better.

MJ couldn't help but think again about what happened: Katzenburg wanted to fucked her silly; she never had anything as big as him inside her. There was no way she was going to take a cock as large as his! She wouldn't be able to feel her husband for weeks. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she would be able to feel him anymore after taking a horse cock like that.

"I don't think I've ever seen, let alone swallowed so much spunk in my life." Mary Jane thought. Feeling disgusted by the whole event she was also angry. Angry at the fact she couldn't get the fat man's overly grown penis from her head. Yes, she wanted to get as far away from the city as she could and five minutes ago wasn't soon enough.

***

The cab driver was so lame he wouldn't drive MJ all the way to the resort; she walked the streets of the large state, and decided to cut through the park located at the inner core of the complex. About halfway through the path, she wished she didn't; it was too dark, the dense overhead vegetation left little lighting for her to find her way out.

Mary Jane tried retracing her steps to the entrance of the state, so she could follow the longer, but safer main road; her heart was pounding as she continued further into the park. There was a warm breeze and shadows from the trees danced in the light of the lamps. Further to the side, she saw the flicker of a fire and wondered if she was being watched.

In the dim light ahead, a fox crossed her path and she gasped, astonished; "Get a grip, MJ!" She repeated, trying to stare straight ahead but her eyes were continually drawn left and right as each shadowy shape seemed to be a threat. She had returned all the way back, before her fear became reality.

Out of the darkness, stepped a figure and she saw the glint of a knife. She turned quickly but there were more people behind her. The young man in front of them moved closer holding a knife at waist height. He only said two words, "Your money." Mary Jane reached into her purse, removed her wallet and offered it. The delinquent took the fancy slip, but grabbed her wrist as well.

"Well, well, well..." The young gangster said. "Look what we got here, boys."

"You got what you wanted!" Mary Jane said grabbing the boy by the collar. "Now, get the fuck away from me!"

"Listen, bitch!" Her bravery got her a back hand across the face. The young thug grabbed and pulled her into an alley between two adorning structures. "You don't get to tell me what to do!"

"Some bitches never learn." The other one said.

"Got that right, man! Let's just fuck this bitch until she's begging to come home with us." 

"That will never happen!" MJ said, clawing Bandanna boy in the face." 

A long switchblade suddenly appeared and went towards her throat. 

"Hey don't kill her till we fuck her." 

"Yeah... I wanna shove my cocgggggaaaaakkkkk..." CRACK! 

The boy's body fell to the ground his head hitting the pavement with a sickening thud. 

"You sonofabiiiigggaaaakkgg..." The second member never finished his sentence as the Spider dressed figure hit him in the throat, which left him in agonizing pain. The third youth was forced into a wall, face first. Blood and teeth simultaneously erupted from the once rugged face. 

Mary Jane looked on in shock. It was very dark, and she didn't notice at first but Peter seemed different; he was so violent. The last gang member was already in a full sprint, the superhero picked up the knife that lay beside the knocked body of one of gang members and, with a flip of his wrist, sent it sailing towards the fleeing rapist. Luckily for the kid, Spider-man missed, but only by a couple of inches. 

"Spider-man is crazy, man!" They all scrambled to their feet and ran for their lives. "Let's get the fuck out of here!"

"That's enough!" Mary Jane screamed; she knew what it was like. Hours earlier, she wanted to kill Katzenburg with her bare hands herself, but she couldn't let her husband do the wrong thing, even if it was to avenge her. Spider-man intended to go after the pack, but he turned quickly in her direction, and said nothing. 

"Peter?" She whispered. 

Spider-man just nodded and drew her close to him, his hands all over her hot body, pulling her even closer to him as he grabbed her ass.

"Oh, Tiger!" Mary Jane seemed surprised by the bold action, especially after what just had happened. "Are you crazy? What if someone shows?"

Spider-man simply ignored her evident concern and continued mauling her full, tight ass and breasts.

"I know what you trying to do!" She figured Pete wanted to experience some thrill. "Right, Spider-man?"

Her delicate hands rubbed the bulge in his pants, until she couldn't take anymore of the teasing and just released his erection from its confinement. Soon enough, his right hand was inside her panties, rubbing her already wet pussy. Mary Jane was losing herself in all of this, her head slid down his chest and stomach until it was eye level with his cock.

Saving the damsel-in-distress must really have excited Peter; even in the dark, she was amazed by its immense size, it stood proudly in front of him, its huge mushroom head already dripping precum. Then, she did it, she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around his cock head.

The beautiful supermodel wife was down on her knees, her mouth and throat stuffed full with her husband's dick. She sucked furiously on his hard shaft, her precious lips sliding up and down fast while she bobbed her head ruthlessly up and down the entire length. Spider-man growled down at her, his hand tensing and relaxing in response to her work.

"Mmmmmmmph!" Mary Jane moaned loudly around his dick as it once more rammed down her throat.

The redhead stood up and turned around with her back towards him, giving him a view of her perfect ass. He reached around her, cupped her breasts, and began to play with her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She was breathing heavily, leaning her body back against his.

"I want you inside me, Spider-man!" Mary Jane cried, getting deeper into the role play. "We don't have much time!"

He started rubbing his huge cock head up and down the length of her wet pussy. She was so wet, her juices were flowing out of her and running down her legs.

"Come on!" She grunted as he continued to tease her little slit. "Ram that big thing inside me!"

Spider-man smacked her ass hard, and she jerked forward. Mary Jane's tight little pussy lined up over his cockhead when she jerked back. She then dropped down slowly, sinking every inch of his massive cock into her cunt. He was really filling her, her pussy stretching to accommodate itself to the large size of her husband's, once again. He leaned back further, wrapped his arms around her, and began to massage her breasts.

He knew she was ready to be fucked and fucked hard; he just rammed the remaining inches of his cock inside of her, up and inside of her with one strong brutal thrust that made her buttocks rise high up, her eyes would have popped out on stalks if they could have, as it was they bulged in their sockets, her lips puckered and fluttered like a peach kiss, and all her breath exploded from her diaphragm in one long 'WHOOOOOSH'!

It was like being filled totally to the brim with a long hard wide throbbing flesh rod; MJ was almost sure he was fucking her up to her tonsils; she could feel his cock everywhere inside her. Her cervix was being brutally assaulted, her womb was widening and contracting to take the huge girth of his cock, and her clit was being stroked so hard by the ridges on his shaft she thought it was going to be shaved right off.

"Oh, God! So fucking BIG!" Mary Jane braced herself against the nearby wall, trying to obtain enough leverage to take the huge cock being shoved up her tight cunt. "It feels wonderful, Tiger!"

Spider-man was ramming his cock into her pussy over and over. MJ felt her hole stretching to take the invasion. It hurt at first, but the feeling of being filled, of being stretched to the limit, of being pounded by her stronger husband, caused a growing lust to wash through her, overpowering her resistance.




Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 03



Felicia Hardy, aka the Black Cat, slowly rappelled down the side of the building; the rear alley she had chosen was devoid of streetlights and apparently deserted. The young burglar had waited for almost an hour while hidden in shadows, just to observe any activity in the alley. Her skin-tight costume, which made her almost invisible to the eye, was completely black except for white gloves and boots, with light fur around the low-cut neckline of her costume.

Being patient paid off; there was no activity in the alley, whatsoever. Not only Felicia was a skilled thief, but also a knockout; she had long blonde hair, so light-colored it appeared almost white, falling straight past her shoulders. Also, large blue eyes, full reddish lips just made for sucking cock, a thin waist that gave her a light hourglass figure, large firm but soft breasts, 36C, a perfect tight and round behind and a pair of legs that seemed to reach on forever. She was virtually every guy's fantasy and more. 

The young woman was using an Aussie-style rappel rig, allowing her to descend headfirst. When she reached the top floor window, she removed a small, black kit of tools from the black belt she wore around her waist. The strap was now, however, riding on her large breasts due to her upside down position. From the pouch, she retrieved a suction cup and a glasscutter.

After securing the window with the device, just above its lock, the Black Cat used the cutter to slice a circle into the pane. Carefully, she examined the window and the ledge around it, both inside and out, for any type of alarm wires or traps. Felicia sighed in frustration when she found none; she was looking for a challenge. The small threshold provided access to the top floor janitor's closet.

Felicia's lips curled into a devilish smile and she tossed the piece of cut glass down into the alley below. She knew in her heart that the glass would neither shatter nor make any noise, for that was her gift. An uncanny halo of luck which had always shone throughout her life; little 'bad luck tricks' that made numbers fall her way. She blew the glass a kiss and watched it fall on some discarded clothing, in the dumpster below; unharmed and perfectly quiet.

The young woman reached in and unlocked the window. Raising the pane up, she freed herself from the harness around her body. After securing the harness to the building with a strand of electrical tape, she hopped through the open entrance. With that same devilish smile, she exited the janitor's closet to begin her conquest of the building and all items she was assigned to retrieve.

The Black Cat crept through the deserted hallways of the top floor; dark and silent. Clothes, bolts of cloth, hangers and mobile racks littered the hallways and the rooms she had passed. Felicia peeked around a corner and into what appeared to be some sort of sewing room. Mannequins and dress cages stood about the room, waiting for their tailors to return.

Bolts of cloth were stacked on tables and chairs; boxes of what appeared to be sewing kits lay about as well. The vixen crept towards a large room to the front of the building. Her contractor had explained that to keep a low profile, the owner had set up a low-key holding area for the sensitive material. There was to be next to no security, but the safe was going to be one of the best portable ones on the market. 

Now that the Black Cat was in the heart of the holding area, the safe would be a welcome challenge, a test for New York's greatest burglar. Felicia prowled into the room; it was a large space with a huge, multi-paned window facing the street. Moonlight poured through, making hundreds of shadow crosses on the hardwood floor. The room was empty except for a waist-high box, covered with some sort of black cloth.

Infrared lenses from her utility belt revealed several alarm-triggering laser beams; fortunately, the concealed rays were high enough off of the floor that the svelte thief could creep under. When she reached the safe, another tech gizmo assured the area around the safe was devoid of additional booby traps, same as the cloth covering the safe. Removing the fabric, the Black Cat sat cross-legged before the safe to begin cracking.

Unexpectedly, the first touch of her fingers to the metal somehow triggered an alternate security protocol; Felicia was engulfed in a grayish cloud of thick gas. She closed her eyes and began coughing, feeling dizzy. The hot burglar staggered to her feet in an attempt to get away from the sinister strongbox, but, in doing so, inevitably tripped the lasers. Although the countermeasures were not connected to alarms, she noticed the toxic cloud increasing its density. 

Felicia held her breath and, with squinting eyes, tried to make it to the hallway; the substance was so thick it prevented her from seeing more than a few feet ahead. She could only discern her hands before her as she groped to find the exit. Her chest pounded for air, her muscles lurched. In her desperation, she stumbled and fell to the floor, feeling a sour taste in her mouth. 

Jolted by the fall, Felicia gasped involuntarily for breath, taking in lungfuls of the gas-tainted air; her head began to swim. She kept on panting and her body shuddered, severely impairing her motor skills. Rolling onto her back, she tried to catch a glimpse of the skylight. Maybe she could make it fall victim to her 'bad luck tricks', her ability to play with the odds.

If the sky dome or even the windows would crack and shatter, the room would be vented clear of the nerve agent. The ceiling, however, was lost to her as her vision was limited to the length of her arm, only. Felicia panted and gasped on the cold wooden floor, her chest heaved and her breasts sloshed with the quivering of her body. She could feel her eyelids growing heavy and her body giving in to the power of the narcotic. Finally, with a whimper, the Black Cat slipped into unconsciousness.

***

Felicia began to stir, unable to determine how much time she had been out cold. Through the clearing fuzz in her head, she heard the sounds of grunting, and panting. She tried to open her eyes, but she found herself blindfolded; worse, her wrists were tied together behind her back and she was securely bound to a metal chair.

"About time you came to," the Cat heard a low-toned male voice. "For someone with such great fame, you sure are sloppy." 

"Who are you?" She wasted no time. "What do you want?"

"I believe you are in no position to be asking questions." The unknown man replied.

"I know people!" Felicia bravely stated. "I can have you killed in a heartbeat!" Unfortunately, she realized threats alone wouldn't get her out of her current situation; she felt a hard, cold metal being pressed against her left temple.

"I'd love to sit here and play with you all night long, but I don't have time for games," he revealed. "I have a work for you, and I strongly advise you to take it." 

"You don't get to tell me what to do, weirdo!" The Black Cat yelled; her act of defiance was followed by the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked.

"I'm giving you one last chance: in or out," she was given an ultimatum. "What is it going to be?"

Felicia was surprised; during her life of criminal acts, she had to deal with all sorts of scum. Usually, the low-lives were all talk, which posed little difficulty for her. This guy, however, was dead serious; emphasis on the 'dead' part.

"I am listening," Felicia decided not to call his bluff.

"Do you know a man named Nick Katzenburg?" The mysterious man cut to the chase.

"The fat photographer working for the Daily Bugle?" The Cat couldn't possibly fathom why go through all the trouble to recruit her over some lousy fucker.

"That would be him." He started explaining. "Here is what I want you to do..." 

***

Mary Jane was choking on the superhero's thick cock; 'Superhero' was a slight exaggeration; much closer to a thing, a beast if you will, hair everywhere! He was stuffing that thick veiny cock down her throat with insistent pressure. His large meaty hands held her skull in a vice like grip preventing her from moving, from retreating.

His eyes danced wildly under his mask, and he frowned as if to concentrate on the task that lay before him. He gripped the base of his hard thick shaft and rammed it harder into the supermodel's mouth. He wanted to be patient; to make it last, but something inside him overrode that desire. Scientists call it Primal Lust, an overused statement often describing civilized humans engaging in spontaneous sex. The man stuffing his cock down the vixen's throat was far from civilized.

Spider-man glared at the redhead beauty on her knees before him. His brow furrowed even deeper as he removed his large hand from the base of his cock and forced more of the thing down Mary Jane's throat until he saw the tears streaming from her eyes and heard her moans. The supermodel was choking on the throbbing, penetrating cock; he was stuffing it down her throat non-stop, suffocating her with the force of his entry.

Mary Jane's palms rested on his thighs, her fingers digging into his flesh. The heavy hands holding her head pulled her forward into his hairy crotch. She felt her stretched lips come into contact with his groin, fat balls pulsating madly beneath her chin. She tried desperately to breathe through her nose as the superhero began grinding his pelvis against her face, already buried to the root, his fat hairy balls rested beneath her chin cloaking her neck.

Spider-man groaned loudly as the colorful supermodel gagged around the appendage that filled her mouth and throat. He felt her push against him, trying to pry at least an inch or two of the throat stuffing cock out of her mouth. Spidey wasn't about to let her go anywhere, though. His large right hand held the back of her skull tightly while the other braced itself on her shoulder, gripping her so tight she could feel his hard fingernails digging into her flesh.

The superhero pulled his log of a cock out of the redhead's open drooling mouth in a slow manner that stretched Mary Jane's lips outward as he did so. He stared down at his own wet cock glistening with the saliva of her gasping mouth. She breathed in deeply before he pushed half of his cock into her mouth with one plunge.

Her eyes grew large as she stared up at his strong torso; she imagined his eyes narrowing in a crazed lust gaze under his mask and his teeth gridding upon themselves in a hungry grin. MJ didn't stare at him long before the rest of his cock plunged violently against her face, burying itself to the root, and stuffing her throat with its heaviness. The pupils of her eyes rolled upwards disappearing into the back of her skull.

In a move that took her completely off guard, he withdrew his cock from her tortured mouth before ramming it back again, seemingly deeper than before. Mary Jane couldn't believe this was happening; he was fucking her face in a manner she deemed impossible, how long could she take the furious pounding?

Her pert nose was scrunched up and pressed back against her face with each short brutal plunge, and her knees were pressed tightly together, as she kneeled in front of him. Her back arched almost seductively, the pressure from his foot upon her shoulder, his weight forcing her down. Spidey was pounding her face furiously and she did nothing to stop him; her hands were leveled tightly upon either side of his hips trying to measure his thrusts, time her breathing. His grunts were loud, primitive. She would not be surprised if he began beating his chest like an old King Kong movie.

Mary Jane's face was forced upward as the superhero began a skull-fuck she would remember for the rest of her life; his ass rose and fell with deep throat filling plunges. Suddenly, his sturdy legs were over her shoulders, her face between two large hairy thighs, and her nose pressed against the strong odor of his hairy groin. His balls smeared against her neck, and she felt it pulsing.

He was cumming, and cumming hard; MJ squirmed her ass into the heels of her boots, her neck strained upward. She had no choice but to swallow everything the he had to offer as it went straight into her belly. Slowly, Spider-man removed his legs from her slim shoulders; he held his fat cock by the base and slowly withdrew it from her mouth her lips stretching outward along its girth as he did so.

The Superhero leaned back for more room, and reached up, removing his mask; Mary Jane's eyes opened wide, shocked, when she realized the man wearing the suit wasn't her husband Peter at all! She was even more astonished by his true identity! The man used her luscious red hair to clean his softening cock and winked at her; he seemed to enjoy her flabbergasted state.

"What's the matter, Red?" She immediately recognized the impostor, as he mocked her. "Thought you'd love some superhero action..."

***

Mary Jane awoke; a throbbing pain threatened to split open her skull. She blinked her blurry eyes, and felt coldness, a chill like no other, creeping through her skin, muscles and bones. The harsh feeling of returning to reality slowly faded. The alarm clock by the bed read 3:11AM; she was still at the cabin, and her husband was woken by her sudden commotion.

"Are you alright, MJ?" Peter hugged his wife, comforting her. "What happened?"

"Just a bad dream, Tiger." The redhead squeezed her eyes shut as her head spun out of control. After a while, the horrible sensations eased, the knot in her stomach very gradually undid itself, and she sat back onto the bed.

As Mary Jane straightened herself, her long, red hair drooped downward in front of her; she was still catching her breath, trying to ascertain her worst possible nightmare and how it came to pass. One name echoed in her mind: fucking Katzenberg!

"Just a bad dream, Tiger..." She repeated, attempting to convince herself. "Just a bad dream..."

*** Later that evening ***

"Jeez, will you stop worrying already, Robbie?" John Jameson tried to calm his editor-in-chief. "It's not like we're under 24 hour surveillance!" He continued, exasperation evident in his voice.

"I've known you for a long time, John." Joe Robertson insisted. "Long enough to notice when there is something going on."

"Nonsense!" Jameson assured him. "Now, shall we return to the party? I definitely could use a drink!"

"What about these?" Robbie presented him an envelope with the evidence he got from Katzenburg.

"I know about the pictures," Jameson didn't even bother to look. "It is not what you are thinking."

"And what am I thinking, John?" Robbie finally asked.

"Alright, Robbie, you win." Jameson finally gave in. "I will tell you what is on my mind, but not tonight. I have other things to attend first; we talk about this matter later."

"Okay, John." Robertson agreed. "Don't think you will slip away so easily, though."

"I am sure you won't let me." The publisher lighted another cigar. "Here is the deal..."

Having finished checking up and down the corridor for the umpteenth time, Nick Katzenburg gently pressed his ear against the door and stood listening the men's conversation, outside the room, trying to learn anything he could. The photographer knew there was something large behind those photos, and he intended to follow the story, even if he had to use immoral means to do so, not that he really cared.

***

"Is she going on a trip?" asked Naomi, a wife of one of the employees, to Mary Jane; the woman had already badmouthed half of the Bugle's staff, and didn't appear to be stopping anytime soon. "Because she's got some pretty big bags under her eyes! Maybe Calvin will use her for his next advertising campaign!"

The supermodel cackled with false laughter before Naomi excused herself to go and literally powder her nose. MJ was utterly relieved when she left; she couldn't stand talking to the mean bitch a minute longer. All thoughts of aversion disappeared as she spotted a familiar face.

"Flash?" She whispered and moved closer; to MJ's amazement, it was actually Flash Thompson; they went to High School together, even dated for a while. He used to be Peter's declared enemy, until they worked out their differences and actually became friends.

Turning, the former football star's eyes widened as he spotted her, then a wide grin crossed his face and he moved towards her, throwing his arms wide and scooping her up in a fierce hug, doing terrible damage to her expensive dress, although she was too surprised to really notice at the time.

"God, it's been ages!" MJ was excited. "What are you doing here?"

"Indeed..." Flash tried remembering the last time they met. "Geez, Mary Jane... What has it been? Two years?"

"At least," she replied, still a bit dazed at finding Flash Thompson at a Daily Bugle annual employee-only event. Seeing him all decked out in a tuxedo had brought memories of the prom flooding back to her, and she was having trouble getting her head straight, "It's good to see you Flash, how are things going for you?"

"Great, MJ... Great," he laughed, "I'm Head Coach at our old High School, but that's not important, I'm doing a lot of work for the Community now, cleaning up the old neighborhood, organizing sports to get kids out of gangs, really giving something back!" 

"T-That's... That's great, Flash," she replied, looking around for Peter. It looked like Flash had become the Community equivalent of a recovered addicted, and she knew that any moment now he'd likely start telling her how someone with her fame could do a lot of good work.....

"You know, MJ," he said, his wide grin dropping for a second before returning in full force, "With your fame...."

"Flash Thompson, you dirty son of a bitch!" Laughed a new voice, and Peter slid up beside Flash, draping an arm around his shoulder and hugging him close. "How the hell did you get past the door?"

"P-Pete?" asked Flash, surprised to see him, as well. "So, you and MJ are still together?"

"Course we are, Flash," chuckled Peter. "If you excuse me, honey, Flash and I got some catching up to do..."

"Be my guest, Tiger," she smiled. "I will join you boys later..."

Turning Flash away from his wife and walking him away, Peter moved towards the bar. "We just keep it quiet so those paparazzi bastards won't bother us; Mary Jane was really cut up after last time..."

"To put it mildly," MJ thought to herself, remembering that dark day over two years ago when she'd taken her last steps onto Empire State University and the horror of a day that had followed. Things were far better now, she lived the jet set life of a supermodel, traveling around the world to exotic locations, getting paid millions to stand still while photos were taken of her, appearing on chat-shows, attending premieres and hanging out with the beautiful people.

Life was good; except maybe for a few bumps on the road like the recent invasion of her privacy, illegal shots of her having unprotected sex with an unknown male, something she didn't even remember happening, by the way, and blackmail. Adding insult to injury, she had no choice other than performing oral sex on a man she loathed, in order to prevent the piece of information from becoming international news. Didn't help the fact that he had a massive penis, either, and that she had dreamed about him ravishing her over and over. 

"The notorious Mary Jane Watson," chuckled a voice, and MJ was snapped out of her self-inflicted torture, turning to find herself facing a strikingly beautiful woman, with glorious long white hair and what was obviously a magnificently conditioned body beneath her figure hugging black dress.

"Oh, it's you Felicia..." Mary Jane pouted. "First Flash, now you. Feels like a trip down memory lane; unfortunately, not all of those remembrances are pleasant."




Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 03



"Come on, now..." Laughed Felicia. "That was forever ago... I am sure you aren't able to hold a grudge for that long..."

"You are nothing but a glorified thief, Felicia," MJ sulked. "Plus, you tried to steal Peter from me, and, when you realized you wouldn't succeed, you attempted to kill us both. 'Grudge' would be an understatement!"

"You are right." Felicia changed her tone, more serious. "I had no right, and I am truly sorry about my actions back then. I am a different person, now. I did my time, and I started working as a fashion producer; I have changed."

"Have you?" Something about Felicia just seemed to speak to MJ. Could the cat burglar possibly have straightened her life?

"Yeah," chuckled Felicia, "No more lying, stealing or threatening anyone; I realized I was the one getting hurt the most by the life I led; I've been trying to make amends ever since."

"Not sure I can trust your word, Felicia." MJ confessed. "Still, I appreciate you coming to me for an apology."

"It's the least I can do." Felicia insisted.

"Let's hope you follow your law-abiding career, this time," Mary Jane told her. "Speaking of work, what are you doing here, anyways?"

"I am here with Flash." Felicia answered.

"Excuse me?" Mary Jane was incredulous.

"I saw you two talking," Felicia started explaining. "Let me guess, the big Community Speech?"

"Yeah," Mary Jane wasn't sure yet. "How did you know?"

"It's how we first met," replied Felicia, "He approached me at a photo shoot I was doing and gave me the 'with your fame you could do a lot of good' speech."

"Oh, geez," chuckled Mary Jane, raising a hand to her forehead in mock exasperation, at the same time being careful not to mess with her make-up, "What a catch, huh!"

The two laughed together.

"I had to admire his persistence, though," Felicia continued after a moment, "And I agreed to help him out with a fund-raiser, I figured what the hell, it'll be good PR anyway, but after that he had me on the hook and now we're in a relationship."

They both smiled, and moved into a corner of the room to continue their conversation, as Peter and Flash stood by the bar, chatting away themselves.

***

"I'm not really supposed to drink anymore," Flash was telling Peter, who had just offered him a martini, "I got kicked out of College for drinking too much and it became a big part of my life; I kicked the habit and haven't drunken anything since."

"Ahhh... Come on, Flash," chuckled Peter, "You're a big boy; one drink isn't going to hurt you."

"I'd rather not..."

"You're not an alcoholic or anything, right," Peter interrupted," I mean, you didn't have to go to AA or anything, am I right?"

"Well, no..."

"Well come on then, just one drink will be fine," Peter laughed, pressing the martini into Flash's hand, "It'll be good for you, show you that you're still in charge."

"Uh, I guess one drink can't hurt..." muttered Flash, obviously a little unsure, but he took the drink from him.

After all, he was Flash Thompson; he could handle one little drink, couldn't he?

***

"How is the supermodel life treating you?" Felicia seemed interested in Mary Jane's whereabouts.

"Oh, you know," MJ wasn't about to brag nor mention the events that were giving her a serious headache. "It has his downsides, but, overall, things seem to be looking up. Plus, you get to know some nice..."

"Hi, Mary Jane!" The striking supermodel was interrupted before she could finish her sentence.

Felicia turned and watched as a teenager boy made his way through the crowd to greet MJ. "Oh, sorry about that," He felt bad after he noticed he had unwillingly pried into their conversation. "I didn't realize you were talking to someone."

MJ wasn't the least bothered; it appeared to be an honest mistake. In fact, she was trying to find an excuse to go looking for Peter. It was one thing Felicia setting things clear; being friends, however, wasn't something the redhead was interested in.

"It's okay, Craig." MJ gently rubbed his shoulder. "Let me introduce you to Flash Thompson's girlfriend, Felicia Hardy." 

"The football player?" The kid opened his eyes wide.

"Indeed," Mary Jane laughed. Apparently, Flash had made a great impression on the youth, during his career.

"Wow," he was impressed.

"Hello there, young man." Felicia shook his hand. "So you are a football fan, uh?"

"You bet!" The boy stated. "I never missed any of Thompson's games!"

"I tell you what, Craig," Felicia smiled. "I will talk to Flash, and make sure he signs one of his Jerseys for you, as a gift."

"Would you do that?" The teenager couldn't believe what he heard; that would be priceless memorabilia. "Thanks a lot!"

"Sure," Felicia winked at him. "Any friend of MJ's is a friend of mine."

"I will catch up with you guys later, then." The boy turned to leave. "Thanks again!"

"My pleasure, kiddo." Felicia smiled. Mary Jane waved goodbye and both women watched as the boy headed back.

"You didn't have to do that," MJ faced the former cat-burglar. "That was very kind of you."

"It was nothing." Felicia humbly stated. "Flash is inspiring; it is nice to have a hero."

"Yes," The supermodel agreed. "Craig is a sweet boy; unfortunately, he has some serious issues to overcome..."

"An addiction is not something easy to cure." Felicia seemed to know what she was talking about.

"How did you know about that?" MJ was somehow surprised.

"I have made a lot of contacts back in the days," Felicia started explaining. "He couldn't possibly remember, he was so wasted, but I even met him a couple of times during a job; the kid definitely used to hang with the wrong crowd."

"Oh," Mary Jane was impressed that Felicia recalled him; apparently, she had an eye for details.

"Being the nephew of such an awful man doesn't help, either." Felicia continued.

"I totally agree," The redhead acknowledged. Suddenly, the former cat-burglar seemed to evoke something, which triggered an involuntary smile; MJ couldn't help but be curious about it. "What is it, Felicia?"

"You know how the drug dealers referred to him?" Felicia hid her face with her hands, to avoid laughing.

"Some pejorative nickname about his weight, probably." MJ couldn't understand why that was worth mentioning.

"Yeah," Felicia agreed, still smiling. "But, not the obvious one."

"I'm not sure I'm following you, Felicia."

"They used to call him 'Fat Craig'," Felicia finally revealed.

"Clearly, an irony," Mary Jane still couldn't get it. "Not even an amusing one."

"No, silly," Felicia decided to be clear. "Word on the street was that the kid was really hung; apparently, some of the crack whores even offered him their services for free, just to experience some 'horse riding', if you know what I mean."

"Come on, Felicia," MJ pouted. "You can't possibly believe in any of that."

"You tell me," Felicia interrupted.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Mary Jane inquired.

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, MJ." Felicia continued. "The boy obviously has this big teenage-crush on you! Besides, by the size of the bulge in his pants, I think he was happy to see you!"

"He is just a kid!" MJ tried to make a point.

"A kid with a foot-long, monster cock hidden in his pants!" Felicia laughed.

"Felicia!" Mary Jane wasn't comfortable with the way the conversation was going. "Have you no shame?"

"Ever had one that big, MJ?" Felicia ignored the supermodel's truthful remark. "We both know Peter isn't hung like that..."

"Can we please talk about something else?" Mary Jane stalled.

"I may be redeeming myself, but I am still a woman, MJ." Felicia didn't seem guilty. "Are you telling me that you aren't the least curious to know if the boy is really that hung, now that you heard the rumors?"

"Of course not!" Mary Jane lied; she had to admit it was at least interesting to know.

"Can you imagine how would it feel like being fucked by such a huge cock?" Felicia insisted.

A sudden image of herself being fucked by the teenager's giant prick involuntarily flooded into MJ's mind. She imagined herself on her fours, bracing herself against the bed frame, while the boy furiously rammed his mammoth, stiff cock, in and out her tight little pussy, burying it further than any man before, even Peter. The flush in her cheeks turned nearly crimson, and she realized how wrong and inappropriate that was.

"Nonsense, Felicia," MJ tried to recover her composure. "I'm sure they were just pulling his leg."

"Yeah, his third leg!" Felicia turned to leave. "Gotta go, MJ. Loved to chat, but, if you excuse me, I have 'bigger' issues to attend to..."

***

Felicia wasn't thrilled about her conspiracy assignment; she was the action type, she could handle a little lying to the side, but intrigue certainly wasn't her style. Her unknown contractor didn't give her the big picture; still, he had made clear that she must follow his orders, in order to keep breathing. The Black Cat was sticking to the script until she regained the upper hand; she wouldn't be so easily manipulated.

Moreover, she couldn't understand how the actors in the scheme were connected, but she was soon going to find out. That would be excellent leverage, in case she had to 'negotiate' her terms. Felicia didn't care about politics nor power; money was the only motivation she needed, and she had a felling she would hit the jackpot if she played her cards right.

"Are you following me?" She heard a voice from behind.

"W-What?" The Cat had to think fast; she couldn't risk blowing her cover. "Oh, it's you! Craig, right?"

"Yes," the boy nodded. "You shouldn't be here."

"Uh," Felicia hesitated; they were at a restricted, employee-only area of the resort, where guests weren't to be roaming freely. "Neither should you!"

"I have my reasons." The boy argued.

"So do I," the Black Cat tried to change the subject. "So, Craig, I was thinking..."

"Yes?" He was curious to know where this conversation would lead.

"I think we have more things in common," Felicia winked at him. "Other than football..."

"Is that right?" The kid was suspicious.

"Yeah," She lied. "I love getting high as well..."

"Don't get me wrong, lady," He interrupted. "I appreciate you getting me a signed Jersey and all. Just don't pretend you know how it's like to be hooked on drugs just to create a bond. I am trying to get rid of the stuff; I don't need your help for that. I am actually tired of all the 'social service' kind of people."

"Relax! I am not here for that." The Cat assured him. "I don't wanna give you a hard time..."

"Oh," Craig was surprised. "No?"

"Well," Felicia had a wicked smile on her face. "On the other hand, a 'hard' time may be exactly what I am here to give you, after all..."

"Excuse me?" The boy wasn't following what the stunning girlfriend of his former football hero was saying.

"I got a job for you," the Black Cat finally proposed.

"Look, lady, I don't mean to be rude or anything..." Craig declined. "But, I definitely ain't looking for work."

"Maybe we can help each other." Felicia insisted.

"I'm sure we can't," The kid turned his back and started walking away.

"I know about Mary Jane," she revealed. "How did you have the guts to do it?"

"I-I don't understand..." He stopped and listened.

"I bet you didn't think someone would ever find out," the Cat grinned as she approached him again. "The little stunt you pulled to have sex with her, I mean."

"M-Me?" Sweat was dripping from his forehead. "T-That must be a misunderstanding..."

"Really? You have nothing to worry, then." Felicia laughed. "I am sure the nice officers will agree when they hear your version of the story... So will MJ..."

"B-But, h-how?" Craig couldn't believe he was so easily busted.

"It just happens that I am well informed." She crossed her arms. "Are you still going to deny it?"

"L-Listen, I-I wasn't thinking straight..." Craig gulped; there was no point in doing so. In fact, lying could make things even worse. "I am really sorry about what I did, and..."

"Please," Felicia interrupted the boy. "Spare me the 'I am sorry' crap; you enjoyed every second of it. Besides, you don't even realize how much trouble you are in."

"I know it was wrong..." He insisted.

"Do you?" She doubted. "That alone certainly didn't keep you from ramming your cock deep into a famous and unsuspecting supermodel's cunt, did it?"

"I-I... Uh, no..." The kid finally admitted.

"Was it worth jail time?" The Cat grinned. "I suppose the possibility of having that tight little pussy of hers made you gamble with your freedom..."

"Yes, she is tighter than any bitch I've ever fucked." Craig honestly replied. "Are you going to turn me in?"

"It depends on you," Felicia continued.

"What do you want from me?" He knew he had to pay a high price for his depraved actions.

"There is something I need you to do," she offered. "If you do as I say, I'll forget all about your 'misunderstanding'."

"Let's say I believe in you," Craig wasn't convinced. "What is the catch?"

"None," Felicia answered. "I might even help you with something I know you want."

"Right," the boy was skeptical. "I'm sure you are helping me out of the goodness in your heart..."

"I'm interested in her husband." She lied; she couldn't reveal her ulterior motives. "We have a history, and I believe there are still some issues that need to be cleared."

"What about Thompson?" He wanted to hear more.

"We leave Flash out of this." She answered in a loud tone. "I don't want him to know about anything we discussed here."

"Look, lady..." The boy argued.

"You can call me Felicia," the Cat interrupted him.

"Alright, Felicia," He resumed. "There are many men who would love to be your little puppet; obviously, I am not one of them. I have nothing to offer."

"Let me worry about that," she smiled again. "Actually, if you do what I tell you to, there is a good chance you will end up getting into MJ pants; willingly, I mean."

"You are not making any sense..." Craig stated the obvious.

"I've known MJ for quite a while now; under that prim and proper attitude, there is a dormant slut craving to be unleashed, and I intend to free her latent persona."

"Are you, like, a crazy person?" He didn't have the slightest idea what part he could play in her deranged scheme.

"So I've been told!" Felicia laughed. "Now, drop your pants!"

"Excuse me?" The kid was dumbfounded with the orders he was given.

"I don't have all night," the Black Cat continued. "Either you show it to me, or to your cell buddy; what is it going to be?"

The boy was certainly not shy; considering what he had done, showing his dick to a hot woman was actually a sweet deal. He casually unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down to his ankles. To Felicia's surprise, he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. He wriggled out of them so his cock could breathe free. At the base of his belly was a thick patch of pubic hair with his fat penis jutting out, and a pair of large testicles beneath.

His cock was still soft but looked around average length, which was slightly bigger than Flash's when he was hard, and very thick, contrasting heavily against his skinny build. His balls were huge, bigger than any she had ever seen. The Cat involuntarily stared down and locked her gaze on to the unproportioned thing shown to her, the boy's dick. Her eyes opened wide as she saw his hardening dick spring into view as Craig straightened up; she unwillingly admired it, it had to be at least eleven inches and very fat!

"Oh, my!" Felicia managed to break her eye contact from the kid's enormous tool as he casually stood there, waiting for further instructions. "I see they weren't lying when they said you packed a large-caliber weapon; that's a fucking monster!" She teased the boy, pointing at his penis. "Question is: do you know how to use that big gun?"

"Care to see for yourself?" Craig played along, glowing with pride.

"As a matter of fact," Felicia put her plan in motion. "I just had an idea..."

***

Mary Jane was looking for Felicia; she had a feeling the self-declared retired thief would soon be involved in a mess. The supermodel wanted to buy her 'setting things right' story, but she couldn't be sure. MJ wondered if her sudden appearance wouldn't be too much of a coincidence, considering the dirty pictures, the blackmail and the lapses of memories about what really happened to her.

The redhead knew the Black Cat couldn't be working with Katzenburg; they both shared the same hatred towards the awful man. Furthermore, Mary Jane wanted to be sure that the bitch that had previously threatened both her life and Peter's didn't ruin her husband's annual company trip. She was somehow bothered by Felicia's lack of manners. Besides, her boyfriend, Flash, was a friend, and MJ didn't want to see him hurt.

"Yes, Felicia is in trouble," The supermodel thought, when she finally learned Felicia's whereabouts.

Having sneaked from the party, the Black Cat was dressed in a lacy lingerie version of her costume, with a black teddy and white lace around the low-cut collar. She was on her knees, and her mouth stretched wide around the fat cockhead in front of her, which, to MJ's surprise, didn't belong to Flash Thompson. The cat-burglar had a look of joy on her face, and she squirmed about slightly, while giving head to someone wearing a mask!

"I've always known you were a bitch, Felicia..." Mary Jane wondered, staring at the scene. "You just had to cheat on a good, honest guy with the first mask-wearing freak you met and..."

Involuntarily, Mary Jane opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth, shocked. 'Freak' wasn't an exaggeration; she couldn't believe how huge it was: the man's giant prick was swinging in front of Felicia's face. It was at least eleven inches of wrist-thick cock and the giant mushroom head was prying open her beautiful lips. 

The mysterious man's cock was rising like a mast straight toward the ceiling, pre-cum glistening the spongy surface of the crown, contrasting heavily with his scrawny figure. It was, without doubt, the biggest fuck-rod MJ had ever seen; it was even bigger than Katzenburg's, whose monster prick had been unwillingly shoved down her throat before, and extremely thick.

The unknown figure's cock began to harden, and Felicia slowly inched her beautiful face forward. Mary Jane had never entertained thoughts about being with a girl; watching Felicia's tight ass squirm downward into the heels of her boots made her think otherwise. The Cat's adorning ring glinted in the light as she ran her hands up the belly and chest of the skinny man. Mary Jane looked at her own wedding ring and a felt a bit of remorse. Felicia had pulled her head away from his sweaty groin, saliva flowed from her mouth and she fought off the gagging reflex of having that fat cock buried down her throat. 

As Felicia continued her oral assault on the man, MJ felt a continuous stream of her own pussy juices running down her legs. The Cat held his big hardon with both hands and began licking the underside of it. She continued to lick her tongue up and down the length of the long cock. MJ was clearly nervous as he reached for Felicia and pulled her to her feet. His giant prick pointed out in front of him like a small flagpole. The supermodel was actually scared of the thick veined column of flesh that swayed in front of the cat-burglar. 

Felicia stood up and kissed him all over, the masked man didn't seem to mind the lips that were pasted to his cock moments before were now all over his neck and chest. In fact, he didn't seem to mind anything; he just leaned against the wall, his hands laced behind his head, while the slim Felicia Hardy smeared her body against his.

After several moments of heavy kissing, he started to rub and caress her; her black lacy teddy was one size too small and her breasts overflowed her top. As he continued his foundling, he reached behind her and undid it; her tits came spilling out and they were a remarkable sight. They were full, round and tipped with half-inch pink nipples that stood erect. He gently trailed his way to her firm jutting tits, with his hands, and began playing with her hard pointy nipples. He took her right nipple between his fingers, and she groaned, "Oh fuck that feels so good." 




Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 03



As he worked on her breasts, he pushed the rest of her undergarment off her hips, and dropped it to the floor. Felicia was naked except for a tiny, black lace thong. The man admired her perfect body; she had a flat stomach and narrow hips, and obviously was in great shape. 

He tore a small hole in his mask, and lowered his mouth to her right tit, sucking her entire succulent tit. While he was feeding his oral fixation, he slipped his hand into her lace thong and located her excited clit hidden in a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. He traced his fingers over her bare, wet pussy lips, and then slowly pushed two fingers into her soaking, tight hole. 

As he drove his fingers in and out of her swollen snatch, he clamped his lips over her excited nipple and bit down with his teeth. She grabbed the back of his head, held him tight to her tit and began to thrust her hips on to his fingers trying to get them deeper into her burning hole. 

He moved his mouth from nipple to nipple biting and licking and sucking her aching nipples, driving her mad with his teasing, but her main focus was on the two fingers that were sliding in and out of her cunt at a furious rate. His fingers were slick with the juice pouring out of her hole as they continued to ream her pussy. 

Her hips were flipping at his hand, trying to drive his fingers deeper into her famished cunt. She started to shake and tremble as he drove his digits into her gushing snatch, Felicia's vibrating pussy went off as she exploded on his thrusting fingers. She screamed aloud as her lover drove her through her climax.

"Oh, Gawd!" Felicia shouted. "I'm cumming!"

As her orgasm crested, the figure pulled his fingers out of her smoking cunt, and kneeled down in front of her. He pulled her thong down her trembling thighs revealing her small patch of fur and the wet swollen lips of her leaking pussy.

He started to kiss and lick his way from her belly button down between her legs. The smell of her hot pussy was delicious as it filled the air around him. He kissed her inner thighs, slowly working his way up toward her pussy. Her pussy was pink and juicy; he began to lick the wet lips of her cunt. 

Slowly, the mysterious man parted her cunt lips with his tongue. Her taste was deep and delicious. As he pushed his tongue deeper into her boiling cunt, she spread her legs slightly and held his head tight against her burning snatch. 

"Oh, yeah, baby!" She moaned repeatedly. "Oh, Gawd! Yes, eat me!" The man used his hands to caress her legs and thighs as he licked deep into her cunt. He brought his hands up to her ass and, holding a cheek in each hand, pulled her cunt to his mouth and began sucking her clit. 

She raised one leg and wrapped it around his neck pulling him tighter to her creaming fuck hole. He worked her clit with his lips and tongue. He moved his hands from her ass, slid two fingers into her tight pussy, and began to stroke her g-spot. 

"Lick me, eat me!" Felicia groaned as she thrust her juicing pussy against his fingers and mouth. "Fuck, yeah!"

"Oh, Gawd!" Felicia staggered backwards against the wall dazed from her over-powering climax. "Fuck, yes! That's it!"

She slowly slid down the wall to the floor. Her breathing was shallow and labored as she tried to catch her wind. She was in another world as she sat there with her eyes closed. The figure stood up and slowly took off his clothes and tossed them on the floor, standing naked except for his mask. 

"You got what it takes," Felicia teased him. "I'll give you that."

"Turn around and lean against the wall," he commanded, his voice was muffled beyond possible recognition. Felicia stood frozen in front of him, eyes wide and stuck on his massive manhood. Her hands nervously covered her mouth.

"Wait," She protested. "This is as far as we go!" Her black panties hugged her ass tightly before he slipped his thumbs in the elastic band and peeled them down her long legs, until they rested at her six-inch 'fuck me' boots.

"I told you to fucking turn around!" he ordered again.

Mary Jane considered intervening, but, before she could do anything, Felicia decided to comply. The Cat turned her back to him and slightly leaned forward, bending her torso and wiggling her firm, round ass up. The man approached her from behind and pulled her long hair back, lowering his mouth to hers; her tongue began to welcome his, licking the underside of it as it wedged itself in her mouth.

Her legs were spread and he was between them using his immense prick to rub against the entrance of her pussy. Her full breasts were smashed against the wall and her ankles wrapped loosely around his. She was now trying to suck his tongue into her mouth. Long fingernails ran themselves along the fabric of his mask. His bony hands were pulling her up and down by the waist. Felicia's world began to unravel, the place was spinning.

The Cat's legs stiffened, her stomach grew tight; she released his tongue from her warm mouth and her lips locked on his neck as she gasped for air. She was vaguely aware of her panties dangling on her ankle when his mammoth cock slid along the crack of her ass.

"I'm just gonna rub the head in," he announced; Felicia heard that excuse a million times before, but was somehow unable to do anything to prevent what happened next. The figure leaned against her harder, and her cuntlips started to open under the tremendous pressure of his steel rod of cock. Slowly, the giant head eased past the tight muscles of her pussy and popped inside.

"I-I can't... T-That wasn't our agreement..." The masked man forced head of his cock inside her, and Felicia thought she would lose consciousness; her outstretched palms were flat against the wall. "N-No, it's too big! I-I... Unnnnnngggghhhh!" Although she begged him to stop, her back was arched and her tight ass was jutted outward.

The man held her large breasts rotating her hard nipples between his fingers as he slowly began inching his pole inside her. Her forehead was against the wall and she bit her lip as he continued to grind inch after inch insider her. The Black Cat began rotating her hips with him, wondering when it would end; it seemed to take forever.

"Oh, fuck!" she whimpered.

MJ could see the man's massive balls swelling and tightening; the veins crisscrossed in an angry manner from the mind violation and grew dark purple in color. His heart appeared to be pounding madly; his entire body grew tighter, veins protruded angrily outward from his chest and arms. The huge head started pushing into Felicia's tiny cunt, and MJ could see the hot cat-burglar's sharp intake of breath as it popped into her, followed by the loud cry as his enormous cock breached her cuntlips. Felicia's head rolled back in bliss; her perfectly rounded breasts heaved upward, crushed against the wall.

"Go slow, please," Felicia whimpered, unable to stop the tears rolling from her eyes. "You're too big!" She screamed; her head flew backwards and the fat cock entered her pussy like a burning rod. Her mind was on the verge of black out and reached for happy thoughts to hold upon and keep her conscious. "Please, go slow with that huge thing!"

He ignored her command and pushed his hips forward. MJ could see the walls of the Black Cat's pink vagina spread out painfully. Her back arched and the pretty blue eyes became dilated through fluttering eyelashes. "Oh, fuck!" She wailed. "It's big! Oh, God... OhMyGaawwdd!"

With just the head lodged in her overwhelmed cunt, he started to fuck her, slowly. Moving ever so slowly, he managed to work in the first three inches of his giant cock into her tight, pulsating snatch. Felicia felt like a stuffed turkey on thanksgiving, her tight cunt was stuffed with so much cock she gasped franticly for air. She had been fucked by endowed men before; she even used to consider Flash reasonably big. 

But nothing like this; the boy filled her tight pussy with so much cock the outline could be seen through her firm belly. She had never been fucked by such an immense cock; her nerves were on fire, sending impulses throughout her entire body. Her clit was so sensitive a feather could bring her off. 

Mary Jane thought it was like a tree trunk was being crammed up the young woman's pussy. The supermodel wondered how that would feel like; she never had anything nearly this big inside of her, ever. The sides of Felicia's pussy looked like they were being stretched beyond its limits. He just continued to slowly stuff cock deep into her wet burning cunt. 

"Ahhh! Oh, God! Fuck! Oh, Yes!" She cried as he pushed deeper and deeper. He met the most resistance at six inches, but that wasn't going to stop him. He was going to get all eleven inches crammed up her hot tight cunt if it took all night. 

Felicia slid her hand down between her thighs and slowly began to rub her clit. As she worked herself toward an orgasm, her pussy began to relax and the masked man was able to fuck deeper into her tight snatch. The pressure was building both on her clit, as she rubbed it furiously, and deep inside her burning aching cunt, as he continued his assault on her defenseless pussy. 

She started to have orgasms every few thrusts as the great head nudged forward deeper inside her stretched channel. Some were small, others mind-numbing; her whole body was shaking and trembling from the strain. Felicia's tight cunt encased his engorged cock so tightly that it seemed like he would split her in half. Her heavy breathing was causing her firm breasts to rise and fall, enticing the man.

He inched a couple more inches into her quivering body, her eyes closed tightly. MJ saw the Black Cat spread her legs completely apart, alleviating some of the pain while allowing the man to sink more of his cock inside her. MJ watched him inch his cock into Felicia's tight pussy. Tears burned the Cat's eyes as she felt him go inch by inch inside her.

The head of his cock made an outline inside the flat of her stomach. She bit the bottom of her lip to keep from screaming, and MJ watched the massive outline of his cock move deeper and deeper inside her twitching belly. Her orgasms cascaded upon one another with each inch he pushed inside her. 

He paused, letting Felicia adjust to his immense size, holding her by the hips now. In that position, Mary Jane had a clear view of Felicia's cuntlips stretched around his cock, nearly half of its length still exposed; her clear, sticky wetness oozing out around his prick.

After only a few seconds, the Black Cat groaned deeply and started wiggling her hips slowly from side to side while thrusting herself gently upward, managing to fuck a few more inches of her straining pussy onto his large organ. She could see at least four inches of his hard cock that had not yet entered her and looked in shock. 

"I... I can't take any more... AAAAAaaagggh!" She screamed as he pushed his hips forward; another inch of his blood engorged cock prying its way inside her stretched pussy. The mysterious man had worked himself firmly between her stretched out thighs. 

"Oh, God! Oh, dear God!" Felicia cried; she used all of her abilities as a former gymnast and spread her long legs straight outward allowing him to push more of his throbbing cock into her. The man looked like he could not take anymore, she was just too fucking tight, and her pussy clung to him like wet leather forcing him to use all of his concentration to keep from cumming. He stared down at hot woman and plunged his hips forward. 

"AAAAAaaaggghhh!" Felicia squealed. "Fuck! OhhhhhGawwwwd!"

"Oh, fuck! Yeah," She moaned. "Do me, baby! Give it to me! Fuck my pussy deep!" Felicia pleaded. He sank the rest of his rock-hard, oversized cock into the Cat's drooling pussy in one smooth stroke, until MJ could see her straining cuntlips hitting the broad base of his cock, Felicia groaning in pleasure. 

"So deep!" She moaned, her words slightly muffled as her mouth met his neck as he lowered himself onto her. "Oh, yeahhhh! So fuckin' good!" 

"That's so deep, baby! God, you big-dicked stud! Do it, baby! Fuck my pussy good! Take it, take my cunt! Fuck me hard!" Felicia's words were abruptly ended as the teen started slamming his hips downward, launching right into a deep, hard fuck-stroke just as she begged, drawing several inches of his thick, long prick out of her stretching cunt and then pounding it fully back into her, the powerful base of his cock smacking wetly into her oozing pussy as she squealed in pleasure. 

"Ohhhh!" She groaned loudly as his hands gripped tightly to her slim waist as his dick began to pound her hard.

"Oh, Felicia, your pussy is so fucking good!" He groaned, under his mask, as his dick continued to slam into her hard. "Feels just as MJ's!"

"Oh, fuck! Oh, this is so fucking good! Mmmmmmmm!" She groaned loudly as she pushed herself back onto his rod using her hands and knees for support. "Do me hard! Fuck me just like you fucked that redhead slut!" 

"Oh, yeah!" He groaned as he pulled her hard back onto his dick, and reached under her to grab hold of her tits roughly. 

"Has the hung mysterious man been fantasying about me?" Mary Jane wondered; it wouldn't be much of a surprise, since most men craved to be with the stunning supermodel.

Mary Jane's knees were bunched together tightly, she could not tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her, and she didn't know if she had to pee or cum. The man said something derogatory to his little fuck toy before slamming his ass downward. Felicia's head flew backward, and, for a moment, MJ thought she was spotted.

Felicia did not see anything, though, as her pupils disappeared in the back of her skull and her mouth opened wide in a breathless scream; the bastard knocked the wind out of her with that fat cock. Mary Jane wasn't sure if it was the sight of Felicia's pretty eyes disappearing or the man's crude comments that made her cream right through her white panties without even touching herself.

"Oh! Ram your big dick into me! OH! UMMM! Yeah!" Felicia groaned loudly as his hands used her tits to pull her back hard on to his invading rod. 

The Cat looked like her senses were slipping away, as the dick continuously burying itself within her tight hole brought her closer and closer to her massive orgasm. The words pouring from her mouth came without thought. The thought pushed her closer to the edge. 

"Oh, God!" Felicia moaned as the pounding continued. "You're fucking me so good!"

"No kidding," Mary Jane thought, enviously.

The redhead could not remember the last time her husband fucked her like that. Course Peter never really fucked her at all; it was love making, soft and gentle. His battles were out in the field. In bed he was the exact opposite, trying in his own way to separate the violence in his life with his home life.

"I cannot believe you shoved this entire thing inside me!" Felicia cried, referring to the large mushroom head and dark blue veined cock shoved into her.

"Neither can I," Mary Jane silently agreed, completely astonished.

The man grabbed her hips and pulled slowly all the way out. He watched as the lips of her pussy stretched tight like a seal around his giant prick. Then suddenly, he rammed his fat, hard cock back inside her wet sleeve and the head bounced off her cervix. 

"Argggh!!" she cried in surprise. 

He started to pound her pussy with everything he had. He held on to her waist and drilled eleven inches of iron hard cock into her juicy cunt, repeatedly. She started to cum on the tenth thrust, and her orgasms continued non-stop. He was hitting her in places that no cock had ever been before, nothing compared to such an impaling tool. 

He was like a machine. In and out, in and out, as he relentlessly drove his immense cock up her flaming cunt sending her from one cum to another in a long stream of orgasms that never seemed to end. 

"Oh, Gawd! Fuck me with your giant cock! Yes!" 

He drilled into her time and time, repeatedly. Felicia screamed and still he fucked her tight cunt. She swore at him and still he drilled deep into her inner core. She begged him to stop, but he just went on plunging his giant cock up her creaming pussy. When she begged him to fuck her harder, he grabbed her hair and thrust faster and harder into her hot exploding snatch. 

"Oh, yeah, baby! Oh, that's it! Oh, yeah! You're doing me so good! Oh, fuck, your cock feels so good inside me! Just go ahead and ram it right up my pussy! Fuck me hard! Split me open with your big, fat cock!" 

As they fucked, he reached under her to grab her swing tits. Taking one in each hand, he used them like handles and pulled her onto his cock as he thrust deep into her molten center. He pinched and twisted her hard swollen nipples. She exploded around his cock, her cunt rippling and clutching at his invading member. 

She was exhausted from end to end orgasms, and the relentless pounding of his savage thrusts as he drove his plunging thick monster deep into her seething, churning cunt. But she couldn't stop cumming, somehow he managed to keep her on the edge even when her pussy was creaming and flowing like a faucet. Streams of pussy juice ran down her thighs to her ankles. 

His big thrusting cock and large swinging balls were covered with her juice. Still, he continued to nail her with his endless thrusts. But, underneath all the electric currents flowing through and around her, she felt something deep inside progressively gathering; with every thrust of his massive cock that drove up her overworked cunt, the pressure built and built. 

He continued to fuck her hard, sending his cock deep into her juicy pussy as he bottomed out on each thrust. He was impaling her on his giant spear with each thrust into her tight, clutching cunt. 

"Ram it all the way in, baby!" Felicia gasped, and spread her legs further, as far as she could. "Fuck my pussy deep! Pound that big fat prick all the way in and out!" 

Suddenly, the pressure exploded throughout her body in a giant blast of color and light. Her pussy clamped down on his plunging cock like a vise. The entire length of her rippling cunt grabbed at his thrusting prick and tried to milk all the sperm from it. Her sleeve tightened on his iron hard tool as he pushed in and pulled out, demanding his cum. She heard a far off scream of orgasmic ecstasy and slowly realized it was herself crying out in final release. 

"Unnngghhh! Your prick is enormous! Oh, I had no idea it could be this good! It feels so good in my pussy! Harder! Fuck my cunt as hard as you can, baby!"

The Black Cat was but a toy in his arms; her juices flowed down her legs as he continued moving her up and down on his ravaging cock. His hips smashed painfully into her buttocks as he slammed her unmercifully against the wall.

Suddenly, he pulled all the way out letting just the head of his magnificent member remain inside the trembling young woman, and then he plunged his entire cock into her. His orgasmic scream was like that of a lion the bellow coming from deep inside his throat. The Cat lifted her head back, the pupils of her eyes disappearing into the back of her head; she bucked, thrust, and rocked in front of him in a screaming, thundering climax that seemed to go on forever.

The man plunged deep into her exploding cunt one final time and began to fire rope after rope of burning hot cum into her climaxing womb. He unleashed what seemed like a gallon of thick sperm into her fertile body. Her face was deeply flushed and her white hair matted to her face in a pool of sweat. His cock twitched and jerked as he held her hips tight allowing every ounce of his sperm to empty inside her. 

It was like a geyser going off in her cunt; his cum poured out of him in eruption after eruption coating the inside of her burning snatch and then squeezing out around the base of his rampaging cock as he continued to thrust into her pussy again and again. Their co-mingled juices flowed down her legs in rivers of white sticky strands and pooled on the floor at her feet. 




Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 04



Peter Parker and his high-fashion model wife left the party; Pete had been so busy being Spider-Man he was actually glad to put his web-slinging on hold to spend some time with MJ, away from their usual city-crazed routine. The young man smiled at his spouse; surely he was the luckiest man on earth.

Mary Jane was every man's dream girl, her beautiful face highlighting her perfect figure; long red hair dropped past her shoulders and to the small of her back. She was taller than average, with long, show-girl legs, a slim waist and the kind of full, firm, saucily-wiggling asscheeks that men craved to pinch whenever she dared to venture outdoors in shorts.

MJ's shoulders and bone structure were delicate, almost girlish, and yet her breasts were huge; great, firm and luscious tits that jiggled invitingly in even her most restrictive D-cup bras. Her green eyes and full lips accented her pearly white teeth; her warm smile was able to light up a room or a magazine cover, and she had been on enough of them.

The lovely redhead seemed distracted, though; her mind was flooded with raw images of Katzenburg's pudgy fingers circling around her belly, commenting on the inevitable bulge that would be visible by the time his large cock was shoved deep inside her tight stomach. She remembered unwillingly bending over, his fat hairy balls dangling flush with her tight ass, her hair stuck to the side of her face from sweat, and her lipstick was smeared across his greasy mouth.

That moment seemed to be etched upon the supermodel's memory; also, the uncontrollable orgasms that had engulfed her body instants before. The sight of her cum washing down Katzenburg's coarse and round face, after eating her to the point of exhaustion, was not something easily forgettable. Yet, he just stared at her with that constant, stupid grin. 

"You are awfully quiet," Peter snapped MJ out of her torturing reveries. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine, Tiger." She hugged her husband so she didn't have to look him in the eyes; the fact she had had an intimate encounter with Peter's low-life rival was consuming her; the guilty was eating her up inside. If it wasn't for his nick-of-time intervention, MJ's remorse would be a lot worse.

At least, Katzenburg didn't manage to actually fuck her; there was little harm done, except maybe for the tongue lashing, the groping and the kissing, but those were circumstantial events that didn't mean anything, and the redhead chose to consider them 'petty details'. Telling Peter about what had happened, including Felicia's affair with a masked man, would only devastate him.

"It's just that I have a lot on my mind, don't worry..." Mary Jane whispered, sliding her arm around his; she wished she could just erase those reminiscences; they were nothing but a huge mistake. "I'm so glad you found time to be with me instead of playing hero."

"Sorry about that, honey. I promise I'll do this more often." Peter kissed MJ on the cheek, lost in her beauty. "There are plenty of hero's in the city; I don't need to be away from you so much, especially when I should be supporting you." 

"Oh, Pete... Come here..." They kissed, neither of them wanting the moment to end. "I love you so much..."

"We never talked about what was upsetting you, MJ." Peter knew about the blackmail, but didn't want to trouble his wife by bringing it up; she had to tell him on her own terms. "I'm here, if you'd like to talk about what is bothering you..."

A sudden image of the 'negotiation' with Katzenburg filled Mary Jane's mind; all she wanted was to put an end to the extortion, but she ended on her knees, whipping her fist, furiously up and down his giant, stiff prick, slurping loudly and shamelessly on his cock-knob. The flush in her cheeks turned nearly crimson as she realized she shouldn't have let that occur. 

"I 'sucked it in', Tiger." The supermodel gulped at the inevitable pun. "Besides, I just want to be close to you now... Maybe we can talk about it some other time..."

Suddenly, Peter's Spider-sense went haywire, almost knocking him down with its force.

"Pete, what's the matter? Do you..." Mary Jane's speech was interrupted when she heard the sound of gunshots in the distance; she couldn't do anything but watch, as her husband quickly jumped on top of a two-story building to get changed into Spider-man, leaving her by herself.

MJ ignored the crowd's gasps and awes as they looked skyward, a couple of moments later; she didn't follow the gaze of the masses, for she knew her husband's alter-ego was the object of their fascination, winging after the commotion, to her utter concernment.

***

Peter knew he was in trouble; not because he was fighting alongside Matt Murdock, aka the Dare Devil, nor because of the bleeding enemy lying unconscious at his feet. He had just finished telling Mary Jane how he would spend more time with her before disappearing; her look of disappointment was evident, and he did not need Spider-sense to detect it. He had to wrap this mess up quick.

The gunfire from the adorning roof ceased for a fraction of a second, and that was all the time Spider-man needed. Several broad web shields filled the skies, momentarily blocking his advancement on the thugs. In a flash, Spidey took out one by one, disarming and sending them crashing into the aluminum air vents that adorn all flat roof buildings.

Dare Devil overpowered and restrained the last remaining criminal, forcing him on his knees; to Spider-man's surprise, the unorthodox superhero started punching the surrendered enemy in the face, over and over, demanding to know who ordered the hit.

"Are you crazy?" Spider-man shouted.

"This does not concern you, Spider-man." The vigilante warned him, while knocking the thug out cold. Although Dare Devil fought for the greater good, he had opposed Spider-Man on several occasions and was well aware of his strength and speed. "What the hell are you doing here, so far away from the city, anyway?"

"Damn! I knew I should have turned left after the brooking building!" Spider-Man cast one of his trademarked jokes, before webbing Dare Devil's wrists, securing him to the caved in air vent. "That is not your style, Matt. What is going on?"

"He is a villain of the first order," the Devil tried to avoid the webbing, unsuccessfully. "I don't have time for formal protocols; there is something big about to happen, I want information."

"So I heard," Spidey continued. "But, I can't turn my back while you beat him to death, Matt."

"Your sense of honor will be your downfall, Spider-man." Dare Devil said as Spider-Man headed toward the edge of the rooftop and carried the thug away from the building in his web to spinning lights of the ambulances underneath, at street level.

"There is something really fishy going on." Spider-Man mused aloud, as he so often does. The superhero dropped the criminal onto a gurney, and web-swung into the night, avoiding the police. He knew the Dare Devil had strong motivation, and, if he was there, so would be a lot of baddies...

***

Mary Jane decided to snoop around; she knew that Nick Katzenburg wouldn't be back from the Bugle's party anytime soon. The creep would probably try to pick a woman desperate enough to sleep with him. Since Peter was determined to play superhero, she took the opportunity to go to the obnoxious photographer's cabin and make sure he didn't have any further material that could be used against her; she wouldn't fall hostage of his extortion again.

The only potential issue was Craig; the boy would hardly sell out his uncle that easily, even though he was a jerk. 'If he gets in the way, I'll just improvise,' the auburn-haired supermodel thought. Luckily for her, she didn't have to worry about the kid, the hut was empty. He had to be taking a walk or something, but could return at any moment, so she needed to be fast.

MJ tried the handle, and, to her surprise, the door wasn't locked. 'Either they feel really secure around here or they are just plain sloppy,' she speculated while letting herself in. The redhead wasted no time and started going through their stuff; bags, drawers, any place Katzenburg could have hidden something. She even looked under the beds, and felt relieved she didn't find anything. Only place left was the closet; she quickly skimmed through its contents, and found nothing but shirts in dire need of mending. When the supermodel was about to give up, she noticed a cardboard box sitting on the shelf, half-hidden further in the back.

It had no markings on it, and had obviously been shoved as far back in the closet as it would possibly go. On her tiptoes, she reached up and carefully pulled it down. 'There couldn't be much in it', she thought to herself, as it weighed hardly anything; documents or pictures, maybe? Stepping over to the nearest unmade bed, she set the box down and slowly peeled it open...

"Oh, for goodness sakes!" She blurted out loud, staring down at the contents of the box: panties! The box was filled with panties.

As she ran her eyes over them, she saw that some were so sheer there was hardly anything to them; some were decorated with various floral patterns and stamps, some were trimmed in lace, one even had girly little hearts embroidered on it. There were black ones, purple ones, white ones, red ones, flesh-colored ones, and some that were so tiny, it was hard to determine what color they were.

'There must be over twenty of these,' she guessed, picking through them. Moreover, there were other obvious details; all the crotches had telltale stains of use. They had not been washed and still harbored the evidence of wearer's arousal. Some were even pasted in a mixture of dried vaginal fluid and semen.

'Katzenburg, you depraved pig!' MJ pouted. What was he doing with all the stolen panties, she frantically wondered? The only thing she could think of was that he had lifted them from the women while taking pictures for the Daily Bugle. He did accompany some of the reporters and would have access to the victim's back yards, where he could have easily swiped and stuffed them into his pocket if they were on a clothes line.

But that many women drying their panties on a clothesline? It was highly doubtful. 'What if...' Something else suddenly popped into the supermodel's mind. 'Craig... could it be?' She speculated. 'Nah...' Mary Jane shook her head no. 'I know little about him, but Craig is a sweet boy; he would never do something that degenerate...' She thought to herself as she mindlessly browsed through the provocative undergarments, until one particular sexy, little pair of sheer, pink panties caught her attention.

It was one of her own! She clearly remembered using them a couple of days earlier, the very same day she was saved from the thugs in the park by her husband dressed in his Spider-man costume and, taken by the adrenaline rush, they made love out in the open. Those panties were one of her favorite pair; she had searched high and low, but never managed to find them after that night. How the hell did her underwear end up in the box?

"Did you find something worth of interest?" The redhead heard a muffled voice coming from behind; MJ had been so distracted with her findings that she forgot she was at someone else's cabin and didn't realize she wasn't alone anymore.

The supermodel turned around and saw a mask-wearing, dark-costumed figure standing there; yet another one. What was wrong with those identity-hiding types? As if the world wasn't already filled with enough demented freaks, concealing their true character in order to obtain some kind of personal gain. Despite being currently mad with her husband, Mary Jane knew Peter had always used his extraordinary abilities to help people, instead of sneaking upon unsuspecting women.

"Stay away!" She threatened him, pretending to look for something inside her purse. "I have a gun and I know damn well how to use it!"

"Please, I am sorry if I startled you," The figure tried to assure her. "I mean you no harm."

"What are you doing here?" The redhead asked the costumed man; after all that had happened lately, she wasn't about to be intimidated with his presence.

"I could ask you the same thing, Miss Parker," The mysterious guy calmly stated; she tried to identify the tone and pitch of his voice, but the mask distorted the sound beyond recognition. "This isn't your cabin, and those are not likely to be yours."

"Actually..." MJ was a bit embarrassed when he referred to the box full of panties; she wanted to be on top of the situation, but she wouldn't reveal what she had just found out about her underwear to a masked freak. "How do you know my name?"

"Who doesn't?" The unknown guy had a solid point. "Mary Jane Watson Parker, world-wide famous supermodel and actress. Your face is stamped on every Broadway billboard."

"Alright, you clearly know who I am." She acknowledged. "Question is: who are you?"

"Who?" The masked man hesitated. "Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask."

"I can see that."

"But of course you can," He seemed to be stating the obvious. "I'm not questioning your powers of observation. I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is."

"Oh," She had to agree that actually made sense. "Right."

"On this most auspicious of nights, though," The unknown figure continued. "Allow me, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona."

"Uh," Mary Jane wasn't really interested, but she agreed to humor him. "Okay."

"I'm but a simple vaudevillian apprentice, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate." The man gestured. "This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished."

"However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified..." The figure resumed his explanation. "...and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice, and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition."

"The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta..." He concluded. "...held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous."

"Excuse me?" The redhead was fairly certain she was dealing with a nutcase.

"Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose." The man laughed under his mask. "So let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me, uh... I'm afraid I don't have a stage name yet..."

"How about 'the incredible stalker'?" The supermodel attempted a joke. "At least, you have this witty, fancy speech going on... I am sure it must count for something..."

"I can guarantee you it has worked on several occasions." He tried to reason.

"Yeah, right! I am sure women love hearing about..." Mary Jane's train of thought was cut short by a sudden flashback of the scene she had witnessed earlier. The mask he was wearing had a striking similarity; could it be the same person? "Felicia...?" 

"Oh, yes," The man seemed to know what she was talking about. "The lovely Felicia Hardy, for instance..."

She involuntarily looked down and gasped in astonishment at the sight of the large bulge in his pants; that was definitely the man that fucked Felicia earlier. MJ took a deep, quivering breath; the image of his huge cock was branded in her mind's eye, she could feel the moisture of her fuck-juices starting to build on her inner thighs.

"Are you her lover?" Mary Jane managed to break her eye contact from the enormous bulge.

"Lover? The concept is so familiar, and overwhelmingly warm," The man casually stated. "However, the mask covering my face and the body holding me are nothing but a reminder that, while we are eternal and not alone, love is just an illusion."

"Is it how the kids call 'one night stand' these days?" She ironically asked.

"Quiet!" The mysterious figure said, waving his hands in a downward motion. "Someone is coming!"

Mary Jane heard the sound as well and looked back, curiously. The masked man was quickly behind her, his arms wrapped around her tight body and carried her to the closet with him, so they could both hide. She could feel the sweat from his chest against her back. His breath was hot; it cascaded over her neck, through his mask. 

"He's here... Don't move, don't even breathe." The dark figure said from behind her. 

MJ had to trust him, though she didn't like it; once again, she was forced in a situation against her will. She could not tell if he was a thief or a murderer, yet she didn't want to be caught sneaking by Katzenburg. She had to follow her instincts; the same instincts that had put her in that mess, in the first place. 

As the redhead thought in a way of escaping undetected, she felt something pressing against her tight buttocks. That something began to rise upward, swelling against the crack of her ass, pressing her flimsy dress inward until it began to feel like a thong. The man had grinded his pelvis forward and lifted her body slightly upward, and then down, allowing the bulge that formed in his pants to rub against the softness of her dress and force its way between her buttocks. 

"Hey!" Mary Jane whispered, wondering why she hadn't slapped him; she knew why: any sudden movement would give them away.

The cock pressing against her ass, cuddling between the tightness of her buttocks, felt hot and large; she could almost feel the veins protruding outward through her dress, it was incredibly hard. She couldn't believe the heat of the organ against her backside. It felt like hot coal, throbbing hot coal with ridges and protruding veins. One of his hands was softly kneading Mary Jane's breasts, and the other with its flat palm pressed against Mary Jane's pelvis, forcing her backward, forcing her tight ass to snuggle with the hard cock.

"Mmpphhh!" Mary Jane whimpered, bringing her head downward and biting into the forearm wrapped around her chest.

"Quiet, he will hear us," He said ominously. Her eyes flittered opened from their clinched state to see Katzenburg through the small opening on the closet's door; he seemed to be looking for something. 

The redhead's movement to keep her body still only made matters worse. The rock-hard cock rudely spread the perfectly rounded globes of her buttocks as it snuggled itself between her ass cheeks. Both her skirt and his costume's pants separated his cock from her bare skin, but she could still feel its intense heat and clinched her teeth in defiance. 

While one hand cupped her firm tits, another rested on her belly. The masked man could notice her stomach jump and twitch. Her dress was already clinging to her thighs and loins thanks to the heat. His work upon her body was meticulous. Only he wasn't working with lumber, or landscape, he was working her body, working it like a fine instrument. Her neck and ears were sensitive to the touch; he seemed to know this from the outset. Mary Jane could not believe his audacity. 

"It's only a matter of time," He brought her out of her stupor. 

The man could feel Mary Jane tightening upon him, he could sense her rage boiling in the depths of her soul, and did not want to be on the receiving end of it. This did not, however, deter him in any way. In fact, her resistance only made the prize that much more rewarding. 

At last, Katzenburg seemed to find what he was after, and rushed to the door, leaving the two alone. "Good news, we escaped detection." He whispered in his all too familiar lecherous tone. 

Mary Jane had no misgivings about breaking the arms that held her in this groping manner. In a sudden movement, she struggled to break free from his tight embrace, and kicked the closet's door open, almost shattering the old wooden plate to pieces. The redhead stepped out of her confining space and picked up the first thing she could use as a weapon, a bent camera support tossed on the floor, to confront the bold unknown man.




Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 04



As she lifted the rod above her head, to gather enough momentum to strike him down, the supermodel realized her nipples were nearly as hard as the cock that had pressed against her body instants before. Also, her panties were beyond the point of damp; they were wet, soaking wet. In an attempt to hide her evident arousal, she dropped the item in her hand and fled the room, without even saying a word. Her breathing was coming in short quick gasps; her heart pounded so loud she felt embarrassed and hoped he hadn't been able to hear it before. 

"Damn! I even worked my favorite movie's lines..." Craig cursed, finally removing his mask, after she was really gone. "Don't you worry, MJ... I'll have you again, sooner than you think..."

***

Katzenburg sat on the ground, hidden behind the grove of bushes that lined the bottom of the sheds. The growth was thick and he had to fight his way through the bushes to reach the desired vantage point; his binoculars, which he retrieved from his room moments before, were aimed at the Parker cabin further down. Holding them in one hand, he had his other hand wrapped around his big, hard prick; he had been waiting for Mary Jane to return with her husband from the Bugle's party. His latest intimate encounter with the supermodel only pushed his obsession though the roof.

After what seemed like an eternity, the redhead finally arrived; strangely enough, she was alone and looked deeply upset. The fat photographer wondered what motives Parker could possibly have for leaving such a stunning woman all by herself. "Maybe the golden boy is not so righteous; he could be banging that hot ex-girlfriend of his, the Hardy chick." Katzenburg despicably speculated. "Or maybe he is just a plain moron, who wants to be reamed by Spider-man while his wife finds satisfaction elsewhere."

He continued spying on the unsuspecting supermodel; he saw the bathroom lights being turned on, and cursed the fact he didn't have a clear view from where he sat. About forty five minutes later, his patience was rewarded; he watched as the supermodel stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and stood right in front of her window, undressing for bed, unaware of his prying eyes. The photographer eagerly pored over her body with his binoculars, as she seemed to be studying her body in front of the floor-length mirror.

Her long, red hair hung down almost to the middle of her back. Her pretty face had a pixyish quality to it. The smile she had on her lips simmered of sensuality as she reached down and dropped her towel to the floor, cupping her big tits. Hefting the heavy, round globes, she lovingly cupped them, teasing the pink nipples into hardness as he gawked on in adoring reverence.

She stood with her back facing the window; her breasts were so large, Katzenburg could see their rounded sides extending out beyond her arms. He let his eyes wander down the sweep of her back, down to the cheeks of her perfect behind. Letting his hungry eyes explore the unrivaled beauty of her ass, he imagined that very few sculptures of Greek goddesses matched its impeccable shape.

And below it, her long, shapely legs swooped and curved down and down until they were hidden behind the window frame. He stared on in worshipful reverence, watching as water droplets slowly slithered down the sweep of her graceful back and legs. Then, she lowered the dangling treasures back down onto her chest and slowly ran her hand down over the flattened perfection of her taut belly. Katzenburg's hand was jerking up and down faster and faster, making the binoculars wobble and quiver in his other hand.

Focusing on her pussy, he saw only a scant, little trail of curls stretching out above it. The swatch of kinky red curls couldn't be more than a half-inch wide. Following her hands with the binoculars, he saw them slowly run down her long, perfectly shaped thighs, stopping at her knees as her big tits dangled down below her jiggling and bobbing heavily.

Katzenburg could feel his big his prick growing harder and harder as he peeked in at Mary Jane; he had no control over it. Not that anyone would react differently in the presence of such beauty; the lovely Mary Jane just had this ability to generate such depraved response on men. His heart was pounding, his mouth was dry, and his hands were trembling from the rush of adrenaline that was pouring through his bloodstream as he gaped on.

Just then, as he watched on with expectant anticipation, the supermodel slowly turned and faced the window. She stood facing him with her eyes closed as he feasted his eyes on her beautiful face and body. As she had turned, his eyes had been immediately drawn from her face down to the two perfect, round breasts dangling down from her chest.

They were exquisite! He had seen lots of breasts before, but never any of such incomparable size and beauty. Comparing her breasts to the breasts he had seen before was like comparing apples to melons. The two beautiful works of art were monuments to the personification of femininity and womanhood.

Finally able to tear his eyes away from the jiggling, bobbing giants, he ran his eyes down over the well defined region of her abdomen. It was harder and more flat than any of the bellies of the hardworking wenches he had paid to have sex with, yet its slight roundness made her seem just that much more exotic. More alluring. More sensual.

As he gawked on with reverent awe, he watched Mary Jane slowly lie back onto the bed. Resting her weight on her hands, she slowly inched her long legs apart. As she did, Katzenburg saw her delicate hands appear up between her widespread legs. Her hand slowly slipped up through her legs with a finger extended and found her swollen clit.

Then, the fat photographer thought his fully hardened prick was going to explode as he watched the supermodel stick out two fingers and ease them up into her cunt. Watching the supermodel rub her finger back and forth across her swollen clit as she fucked her cunt with her fingers was the most perversely exciting thing he'd ever seen. He could feel the cum down in his balls beginning to bubble and boil as he continued to whack his cock while he watched.

MJ was sprawled naked on the double bed, her firm-titted body writhing as she pounded two fingers in and out of her smooth pussy. She was much wilder than most other women, and that included the times she had to jack off by herself, when she didn't have her husband's stiff cock to satisfy her. Her slender, delectably formed thighs were now spread wide, her knees hovering nearly over her shoulders. The supermodel held her slick cunt-lips open with one hand while finger-fucking madly with the fingers of her other hand.

She pretended her fingers were the big, horny cock she wanted so badly. She imagined a stud lying on top of her, brutally ramming his gigantic cock in and out of her cunt. All at once, Mary Jane's head flew back. She let out a loud, gasping grunt and her whole body began to shake and shiver. Then, her hips began to bob up and down as she fucked her fingers while they slid in and out of her cunt. This went on for the longest time, until at last, Katzenburg saw the grimace melt off Mary Jane's pretty face and her hips ground to a slow stop. As they did, she eased her fingers out her pussy and swirled them around her sensitive breasts, covering her mounds with goo.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bedroom door open and he jerked down, hiding himself in the darkness of the bushes. Still peeping, Katzenburg saw Parker standing in front of his naked wife; he had a puzzled look, probably wondering what she had been doing. Red-faced with embarrassment, her pussy still throbbing miserably, the naked wife leaped off the bed and looked for something to cover her body. The only thing she could find was her terry towel, which she wrapped tightly around her bare torso.

Mary Jane took a deep breath and headed for the bathroom, as calmly as she could. Peter stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her; he held her in a tight embrace for the longest time before she turned in his arms and they kissed. Though he hated to admit it, Katzenburg felt a twinge of jealousy as the two young lovers kissed. Peter's arms were around Mary Jane's waist, and, as he kissed his lovely wife with his eyes closed, she stared over his shoulder at the open window, as if she had a Spider-sense of her own.

For a brief moment, the photographer feared he had been made. Fortunately for him, Peter ran his hands down to her round, perfect butt and pulled her against him. She involuntarily turned her head away from the window and thrust her hands down to the front of his pants. Looking up at him with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips, she began to unbutton the buttons running down the front of his breeches.

Katzenburg could see the bulge thrusting out against Parker's pants as his wife's finger's crawled downward over it; the intrusive man watched her fumble with the front of her husband's pants for several moments before Parker finally stepped back away from her. As he did, the overweight photographer saw Peter's half-hard cock flop out into view.

It was sticking out, heavily bobbing with its bloated head drooping down and slowly lifting itself up into the air as he saw Mary Jane laugh and say something before she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of her husband. Then, the fat photographer saw MJ open her mouth and slowly, sensually ease the purple head of her husband's into her mouth. He watched her reach up and lift her husband's cock up to her lips where she quickly sucked it into her mouth. Katzenburg's fist was now flying up and down his cock as he watched her hungrily gobbling on the cock.

The supermodel kept leaning forward easing her lips down the flaccid shaft of Peter's cock until at last, her full, red lips were encircling its hairy base. She had the whole damned thing inside her mouth, Katzenburg giddily thought. The whole thing! He couldn't believe it. Then he saw her cheeks hollow as she began to suck on his cock. As she did, Peter reached down and lovingly ran his fingers through her damp, red hair.

Katzenburg watched on in an envious daze as Mary Jane eagerly sucked on her husband's dick; the supermodel had her hands wrapped around the jutting member as she hungrily devoured it with her mouth. As she gobbled away, Peter curled his fingers down into Mary Jane's hair and began working his ass back and forth while he slowly fucked his wife's pretty face. As Peter's dick slid in and out between MJ's lips, she ran her hands around to his ass, clutching it, pushing and pulling on it to control the tempo of the lewd act.

Was he going to come in her mouth, Katzenburg wondered? Was Mary Jane going to let him shoot his wad in her mouth? Peter's ass moved back and forth faster and faster until all of a sudden, he jerked back and pulled his spit-covered rod out of her mouth. Then, he reached down, took hold of her hands and tossed her towel away.

Katzenburg watched on as she struggled to her feet; droplets of water coursed down her exquisite body as Peter let go of her hands and pushed his pants down his legs. Stepping out of them, he led her back toward the big, king-sized bed. Katzenburg watched her mammoth breasts quiver and bob as she moved. Peter's stiff dick jutted out in front of him, flouncing up and down wildly as he shuffled toward her.

Reaching the bed, Mary Jane immediately crawled up on it and rolled over onto her back. Katzenburg watched on in an envious rage as she quickly spread her legs apart and fingered her pussy open. Now, she was open and ready for Peter as he quickly crawled up between her outstretched legs. 'If only it was me between those lovely thighs,' Katzenburg jealously thought as Peter grabbed hold of his cock and aimed it down at the gaping hole between her legs. 'If only that was my fucking monster instead of Parker's teeny-weenie,' Katzenburg resentfully thought as he watched Peter mount her and slide his dick down inside Mary Jane's greedy cunt.

She scissored her ankles together high around her husband's back, wrapping her slim arms around his brawny shoulders and pulling him close. The fuck-crazed wife started humping fast and hard, banging her ass off the mattress, pumping her hot, clinging twat onto his prick. Peter fucked his prick relentlessly into his wife's pussy, until his cock was buried to the balls in her sucking, creamy cunt. He lay flat on top of her, giving her more room to wrap her legs tightly around his back.

Then, Peter started fucking her fast and hard, just like she'd asked, reaming out her hot, wet cunthole with long, driving strokes of his blood-engorged prick. At that precise moment, Katzenburg felt his cock kick, and a giant spume of cum came flying out of its head, shooting at least two feet straight up into the air.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He cursed, continuing to milk his giant cock as it jerked and shot wad after wad of thick, gooey cum onto the bushes. As Katzenburg's continued to jerk and spurt out more and more thick, gooey cum, he watched as Mary Jane rocked passionately under the muscular form of her husband. Her massive breasts floundered about wildly as he fucked her; they rolled on the bed and ended up out of the photographer's line of sight.

At last, his cock stopped spurting and began to soften. Stuffing it back in his pants, he stumbled back out of the bushes and headed back to his room with the image of the beautiful supermodel wife dancing in his head. Katzenburg had already spent a goodly portion of his time spying on Mary Jane, whenever the opportunity presented itself; he was determined to fuck her, at all costs.

***

The night's cool breeze drifted into the young model's cabin, and she was waked by the freezing chill. MJ looked around, and Peter was nowhere to be found; that could only mean one thing: Peter had gone wall-crawling again, leaving the window open. She was furious with him, their lovemaking session had been great, and she intended to wake by his side, not alone and feeling cold.

A few moments later, she heard noise coming from the top of the shed, and knew her husband was back. "Peter, where have you..." The auburn-haired beauty asked him as soon as he entered the open window, but stopped midsentence when she realized he wasn't alone. "Oh, my God! You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

"Believe me, I know the feeling," Spider-man said, taking no-one other than Nick Katzenburg to their bed. "I found the fatso on a rooftop, babbling something about being chased by a red demon, and considered leaving him behind; I wish..."

"It's just one of his deceiving schemes!" Mary Jane yelled, not all that happy about the passed out photographer being set down upon her bed, besides the fact the man was a known despicable person. "Shouldn't you take him to a hospital?"

"He's not faking it, he is burning with fever. My Spider-sense can tell something is wrong with him; he could have been poisoned. If I take him elsewhere, he wouldn't last long. The Dare Devil would find him and he'd be dead by morning." Peter remembered Matt's words; he was determined to stop the imminent menace, no matter what.

"Will he be safe here? I mean if this Dare Devil can find him at a hospital," Mary Jane said, pausing; her sentence unfinished.

"The Dare Devil might be currently blind by something, but he has a high sense of morals. He only hunts criminals and insures that the safety of innocents is never compromised. The Hospitals keep records of all incoming patients; there is no way he would know of Katzenburg's whereabouts, if we kept him here." Peter said, reassuringly, pulling his mask from his face.

"Well okay, we can sleep on the couch." Mary Jane finally agreed; she didn't like the fact Peter brought one of his rivals here, but he seemed harmless enough. She loved her husband for his caring heart and could not condemn him for trying to save a man's life, even if it was his enemy.

"You can rest for a while, dear. I think I know where Dare Devil is going to be next. I can sort this thing before morning." He said pulling his mask back on. "Look, honey, I'll make this up to you, I swear..."

"You better, you big oaf." She kissed him goodbye. 

Katzenburg laid on his side curled up like a child; the fever that had overtaken his body was reaching its peak. Delicate fingers gently wiped his forehead with a damp cloth. MJ was not a nurse; she didn't know what to do and desperately wanted to call an ambulance to get the awful man to a hospital. However, how would she explain having the delirious fat photographer in her cabin? It would only fuel the paparazzi frenzy.

Medical aid was out of the question; she called Peter's aunt, May, to get some advice from her. Mary Jane had to lie; she told May Peter wasn't feeling too well. Although the old aunt didn't know a lot on the subject, she revealed enough information to help MJ keep Katzenburg stable.

As the young model and wife wiped the sweat off his forehead, she determined that this was by far the ugliest man she had ever seen; his long thick nose curled obscenely outward and his ears, god they were huge, even looking past the wrinkles that were deeply imbedded into his face she knew that even in his prime, Nick Katzenburg was a hard man to look at. 

MJ was sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV, when she heard the low raspy voice of her patient. His voice matched his looks.

"W-Where... am... I? Are you an angel?"

"I must be," Mary Jane casually replied. "Since I have to put up with you."

"C-Cold, I'm so c-cold."

Mary Jane went into the kitchen to get him some hot soup, actually feeling sorry for the fat bastard. "Here, drink this... It might make you feel better."

Katzenburg tried but he couldn't get the warm soup down. Though he tried desperately, each attempt resulted in either him spitting it out or it slowly oozing out of his mouth. The entire scene of feeding this repulsive man sickened her; she had a new respect for nurses.

The night dragged out, slowly; the fat man shivered constantly and she could hear what remained of his teeth clatter as he shivered. The beautiful young model remembered what aunt May said. "Remember, my dear, the patient must be kept warm at all costs. If the fever can be tempered, they will usually pull through."

Although the thought repulsed her, she put her own feeling aside and kneeled next to the bed. "Katzenburg? Can I get you anything?" 

"F-Freezing... B-Blankets..." He felt like a fish, clammy and cold, and his shivering was shaking the bed. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOO!"

"Wake up, fatso... You're having a nightmare." She gently shook the fat man until his eyes fluttered open. They were distant and fading; he didn't look good.

"H-Help me, angel," he murmured. She was going to explain once again that she was not an angel and how he ended up here but she thought the hell with it; he was too stupid to comprehend her anyway. 

"Whatever," She said and climbed back into bed leaving her robe crumpled on the floor. 

Katzenburg body was even colder and clammier than before; he was still shivering, almost convulsing, and he had three blankets on him already. Mary Jane feared he would pass away due to his condition. She let her robe fall to the floor, lifted the covers off the hallucinating man and crawled into bed with him. She was almost completely naked, with only the silk of her panties separating the old man's wrinkled body from hers; the redhead wrapped her arms around his obese form and pulled him close to her, trying to warm him.

***

The sand was soft, like a bed. The water that gently lapped over their bodies was warm and bubbly, soothing, peaceful, and the sun seemed like a blanket delicately covering their bodies. They lay together on their sides Mary Jane held Peter tightly to her bare breasts, crushing him against her. Her hard nipples being tickled by his hairy chest, Peter's flabby belly gyrated against her own and his chest sagged from age.




Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 04



His own nipples seemed bigger than hers and rubbed obscenely against her. The soft space between her legs burned, she wanted him badly. As she held him tighter and tighter, MJ felt his long thick cock grow. She wanted to hold it, to make it grow harder, thicker. She wanted him to put out the burning fire between her legs. 

"Oh, Pete... Ohhhh, Tiger," Mary Jane moaned. She squirmed against the hard cock that was pressed firmly against the soft flesh of her vagina. God, if she could just get these panties off.

'Why are you wearing panties on the beach?' A simple question and the beautiful redhead wondered why she couldn't answer it. The question burned in her mind, her crotch burned as well. She held Peter tightly not wanting to answer the question. Her full red lips kissed his cheek and she nibbled on Peter's big ears.

'Big ears?' Somewhere between reality and dream world, Mary Jane's eyes flickered, and then opened. Katzenburg was sleeping contently, his face was the first sight she seen, the smell came a second later; his body was breathing normally and his large, hard cock was pressing against her pussy trying to push her silk panties into her.

"OhMyGod!" The redhead released her hold on the ugly fat man who almost brought her to an orgasm. While he was sleeping, other parts of his body were definitely awake. While dreaming about her husband, she had almost fucked him.

MJ couldn't believe it; she was repulsed after the close encounter with Nick Katzenburg, any sane woman would feel the same. However, she couldn't deny her horniness, her pussy was dripping wet, and that deeply shamed her. She rolled to her side tossing her arm over the flabby hairy chest of Nick Katzenburg, leaping from the bed and hurriedly grabbed her robe.

The supermodel suppressed a moan as she looked back saw the obvious stiffening of his formidable prick under the covers. She stared, transfixed at his crotch; his hard-on was so stiff and massive that it turned the covers over his waist into a tent. The redhead stood there, silently, waiting for a reaction. After a few minutes, she was convinced the awful man was still profoundly asleep; she covered her mouth and laughed, when she realized the fatso had just missed the one-time opportunity to fuck her.

MJ was surprised by her own boldness; she devilishly smiled, as the idea of teasing the fat photographer popped in her mind. Deliberately, she squirmed in a way that made her robe's waist sash loosen, so that Katzenburg could have seen her deep, spongy cleavage, if he was awake; she instantly felt her cunt throbbing.

The robe had now gaped open to her waist, exposing her navel and flat belly, and the inner slopes of her enormous tits. Mary Jane couldn't control herself; she was having too much fun with the forbidden teasing. She approached the bed and shuddered as she slid her hand down, resting her fingers lightly over his huge prick. 

Her fingers trembled as she completely undid the waist sash then shrugged the robe off her shoulders. If Katzenburg was awake, his eyes would have bulged, gazing at her naked tits, at the pinkish, suckable nipples protruding from the creamy surface of her incredibly firm-looking breasts.

Mary Jane slipped her panties down to her knees, stepped out of them, and opened her thighs wide, knowing she would have given him a good long look at her moist, gaping cuntslit if he was conscious. Katzenburg's horse-sized fuck-tool bucked and throbbed under the covers, obviously as stiff as a prick could get. The redhead's mouth watered as she realized how desperately she longed to suck the salty prick-juice out of the despicable man's hard cock.

"Oh, this really is making you horny, isn't it?" She rhetorically asked. "Too bad it's nothing but a wet dream, pig."

MJ pulled the covers to the foot of the bed, exposing his naked body, specially his gigantic, stone-hard cock. His incredibly long, fat pole of meaty cock-flesh arched stiffly over his belly, capped with a puffy, helmet-shaped knob that oozed milky pre-cum. Her mouth watered as she stared at the magnificent cock swaying in front of her, imagining herself slurping down his cum.

There was a long silence; the auburn-haired beauty continued to stare hungrily at Katzenburg's giant prick. She realized, with an ever-worsening ache in her pussy, that his cock wasn't softening at all. If anything, his purple-veined prick looked even stiffer.

"How's the teasing, asshole?" Mary Jane gushed; she was enjoying every second of her bold act. "You've still got a huge hard-on. You'd certainly kill yourself if you knew you were this close to me, and could do nothing about it!"

Katzenburg didn't answer; Mary Jane could feel her pussy-lips pulsing in and out. Her clit felt very swollen, and she knew that nothing could gratify her horny little clit-bud the way a good rubbing could. She sprawled on her back beside the fatso, then gently turned and mounted him, spreading her long legs very wide and wiggling her ass on his large beer gut.

The supermodel whimpered as she wrapped his hands around hers, and slid them up her waist, filling his fingers with the weighty, spongy softness of her enormous tits. Involuntarily, he kneaded and massaged her gentle tits, rubbing his palms across her rubbery distended nipples.

"Ungghh! Oh, that feels good!" She moaned.

Katzenburg instinctively opened his mouth wide and raised his head, wrapping his lips eagerly around one wide, pink nipple. He sucked her goose-bumped tit-cap very hard, as if he were a nursing baby, trying to suck milk out of his mother's tits. He cradled her huge breast in both hands as he sucked it, coating her firm creamy tit-flesh with a slick sheen of saliva.

"Ungghhh! Oh, fuck! Suck the other one!"

The supermodel led his head to her other boob, and he immediately started sucking her other enormous tit even harder than he'd sucked the first. Mary Jane spread her thighs even wider, shuddering and moaning as she started to buck her ass excitedly against his large belly. Her pussy throbbed rhythmically, like a heart displaced between her thighs. With a low whimper of lust, she cupped her drooling cuntmound with one hand, and squeezed.

MJ gasped as she looked down and saw the incredible size and stiffness of his cock. The prick was harder than it had been before, as if a fresh load of creamy sperm would start spewing out of his prick at any moment. She felt her cunt throbbing again, imagining the feeling of the horse-sized fuck-tool pistoning back and forth inside her suddenly-insatiable cunt.

"Look at you..." The redhead mewled eagerly, staring at his cock; the whole thing was covered in thick heavy veins and even more impressive was how pronounced his cockhead was. It was like a giant mushroom that was at least a half inch thicker than his prick. "I bet you would love to slide that monster deep inside my tight little cunt, and shoot out all your sticky boiling cum, wouldn't you, Nick?"

Katzenburg mumbled something incomprehensible, lost in a wet dream, and wasn't aware of anything that was happening. So many times he had gazed at the supermodel in magazines with his fist jerking his cock and imagined fucking her. Now, the famous bombshell was bare-naked, on top of him, and he couldn't do anything about it; al least, not willfully.

Mary Jane lifted her ass in the air, until her knees were firmly placed on either side of Katzenburg's body, her juicy fuck-slit wide open and dripping in readiness for his huge rod. "Alright, pig!" She moaned. "I'm just going to rub it against my clit a little, so I can cum and get it out of my system..."

The motion lifted the shaft of his incredibly erect cock, and the redhead felt her breath catch as its girth pressed upward, kissing open the wet seam of her pussy and catching between her asscheeks. She was, only now, beginning to realize what kind of damage Katzenburg's substantial mass of flesh could do. He moaned, underneath her, as the wet heat of her soaked pussy impressed itself along the four inches of cock that had pressed her swollen lips apart, and she began to slowly thrust, sliding the warm skin of his exposed cock forward and backward through the slick warmth of her flared labia and asscheeks. 

Mary Jane, expecting to be able to rotate her hips as she pressed himself against his crotch, felt the hard ridge of the edge of his cockhead near the back of her ass each time he pulled backward, and her eyes widened as she realized he was much larger than she had expected. Still eager, but tempered for the moment with honest surprise at the unexpected largesse beneath her vulnerable and suddenly timid cunt, she reached down with her right hand and placed it in the small of her back, sliding her fingers down until they reached the tip of the crack of her ass. 

Following the seam of her asscheeks down to where she felt the stout girth of Katzenburg's cock pressing upward, she cupped her hand and waited for her next thrust. She held her breath and pressed backward, feeling the wonderful sensation of his cockskin sliding through the flared lips of her pussy. The slick head of his cock slid pressed against her palm and she quickly curled her fingertips around it. The soft, plum-shaped head of his cock popped through her fingers and she tightened her grip, drawing a loud groan from the sleeping photographer. 

MJ held herself against him, cock held motionless but pulsing in her hand, as she softly stroked the first few inches of his penis to encourage him to remain still against her. She slipped her cool fingers around his girth and squeezed gently, to measure the diameter of his cock by how far her fingers overlapped. Shocked, she realized that her fingertips failed to touch on the other side of his penis. She squeezed harder, bringing a soft shout of pleasure from him, and just barely felt her fingernails tap against each other before her hand tired and she was forced to ease her grip; she realized that her mouth was open, and was glad he couldn't see her astonishment. 

In any other situation, Mary Jane would have immediately dismounted to inspect the stout bat of flesh. Given the circumstances, her open commitment to rub it against her cunt and clit, she swallowed hard, and dedicated herself to the task that was, quite literally, at hand. She lifted her toes slightly; the minor toehold gave her the opportunity to lift herself faintly from his hips. As she lifted her body upward, she leaned forward onto Katzenburg's chest.

Eagerly, she tugged him forward by his cock, looking down as she nestled his spongy cock-tip between the pouting lips of her juicy cunt. Once MJ had him where she wanted, she straddled his lap so she could rub her pussy back and forth along his cock. After a dozen or so strokes back and forth, it was covered in her juices. Then, she wiggled her hips, forcing his massive erection right against her clit, and reached forward to pull his head down to her tits.

Involuntarily, Katzenburg resumed sucking and licking her large soft mounds while she rubbed her pussy up and down against his hard prick. Mary Jane was in ecstasy as she reached down with both hands to rub her pussy, she could feel every inch of his monster cock rubing against her labia and clit. He was alternating between sucking her whole nipple in his mouth and just flicking it with his tongue, which just drove her wild.

Out of breath and dazed, MJ held his cock at the base and began teasing her sensitive pussy lips with the oversized purple cockhead. She failed to notice his somnambular reflexes; his hands fumbled in the air, until they were firmly gripping her hips. She heard an anonymous tenor bellow his satisfaction, and realized, with what detachment remained to her, that he had caught her by her asscheeks, and that he was lowering her slowly onto his immeasurably thick cock, and that the soft head of his luscious rod was slowly climbing upward into the depths of her very wet cunt.

Mary Jane gasped at his unconscious action, and looked downward at the fat log that he intended to push inside her. "No! Dommmphhhhh!" The redhead protested before his mouth came up hard upon hers while pushing the thick head of his cock against her tight pussy.

Mary Jane moaned out loud and struggled, as Katzenburg tried to force her pussy over his giant cock; his cockhead was pressed firmly against her opening, but it didn't look like there was anyway it was going to actually push its way inside. She grunted and pulled up harder, trying to break free, with little success.

Taking a deep breath, she felt his cock begin to slide into the mouth of her pussy. Lifting herself even higher with her toes, neck muscles tight in an effort to control the inevitable sharp pain from her pussy, she positioned him just beneath the tight ring of muscle that guarded the gate of her cunt. The redhead gritted her teeth in consternation, and sent conscious direction to her trembling leg muscles not to relax their defensive grip on his hips.

Just when she thought he might give up, his huge cockhead disappeared into her pussy. "Ohhh... Please, no!" She cried as her pussy was stretched to its limit by his cock. "Nick, no! Your cock is too big!"

"Mmph... Mmmph! Mmphh! Mmphh! Mmphh..." MJ gagged as he began inching the hard shaft into her. His tongue sought out her tonsils as he ground his ass downward, rotating his cock, pushing it, feeling her tight cunt as he continued to bury that thing into her groin.

"OhMyFuckingGod!" Mary Jane finally managed to release her pretty mouth from the kiss; her screams were loud and her breathing as heavy as ever, as her pussy was stretched around his massive tool; she couldn't do anything to prevent her decent down his huge cock. 

The redhead was leaned over him, supporting her shoulders on outstretched arms, trying hard to avoid being impaled by his monster prick. Desperately, she gazed down at her fuck-hole, watching intently as his bloated cock-head disappeared into her gooey, pink cunt-slit. Then, impulsively, Katzenburg started humping, awkwardly at first, then more steadily, eagerly sliding his long, thick prick into the welcoming tightness of her hot, wet cunt.

"Oh, Nick! Uuuungghh! No!" She frantically pleaded; the photographer was just acting on pure instinct, he didn't hear a word she was saying. "It's too big, I can't take it!"

Katzenburg's massive fuck-rod stretched the supermodel's tight cunt as it bored its way in, spreading the pouting lips of her pussy to the bursting point around the meaty thickness of his cock. Mary Jane started humping when he had a third of his prick embedded in her pussy, excitedly bucking and grinding her blushing ass-cheeks up off the bed in an attempt to relive the pressure in into her fuck-hole caused by the immense prick.

"UhGodDamn!" Katzenburg babbled in his dream, trying to get the last three inches inside her already stuffed belly. "S-So fucking tight... S-Spread..."

"They... OhGawd... are... Ungggghhhh... Spread out as far as they will go!" She whimpered, as if she was reasoning with the unconscious man. Trying to keep her eyes from his grinning face, she couldn't turn away as he continued mumbling, letting her know how tight she felt. What a fine piece of ass she was, how pretty she looked with her ass bouncing and her lips quivering while he stuffed her with cock. What he considered compliments she considered derogatory, still they were compliments nonetheless. A hell of a lot more than her web-slinging husband had said in the last couple months. 

Mary Jane was not being merely violated; she was being consumed by the slobbering fat man. Every inch of her body was groped fondled or licked. His pudgy hands held her slim waist while her long curvaceous legs spread out widely. She felt like a wishbone about to be split.

"F-Final plunge... M-Mrs. Tightpussy..." Katzenburg muttered between a mixture of sweat and breathless grinning.

"Please... It's too big! You're... OH! Oh, damn! Oh, God! OhFuck!" She screamed when Katzenburg rammed the rest of his cock into her unsuspecting belly. Their pelvis converged upon one another as one; curly unkempt pubic hair covered her entire groin. Long legs skyrocketed into the air, spread widely to allow the fat ass of Katzenburg between her legs. Her toes curled and screams turned into breathless gasps.

A mixture of pain and pleasure ripped through Mary Jane's entire body, her pussy so stretched out, so stuffed she can feel every fiber of the massive cock lodged inside her; her lips were pasted to the side of Katzenburg's neck, her fingers raking his back, as he lays on her unmoving. 

Constant orgasms filled her body, as he stood still, giving her a lazy fuck; his cock throbbing inside her belly! Finding it almost impossible to breathe, not from his weight but the painful overstuffed feeling his thick cock has generated; Mary Jane's long legs wrapped around his chubby waist. She could feel his thick cum filled balls as they pressed against her buttocks. She had never experienced anything like this, so much pain mixed with pleasure; orgasms that pummeled her senses, stars swirled about her head.

"N-Nice little pussy... C-Cumming all over..." Nick muttered in his dream, his palms resting beside her shoulders. Too bad he couldn't see the look on her face, it was priceless; eyes dilated beyond recognition, her mouth in a large oval shape. Her tongue hung over her bottom lip in a limp state, and perspiration born from lust dripped down her pretty face causing her red hair to stick to the side of her face and forehead.

"Gmf! Mgmmh! Fffmmmhhh!" She gagged, the mouth filling kiss causing another orgasm to cascade over the previous one; her body began to convulse and she found herself digging her heels into his stationary ass, which still refused to move.

As the fat unwashed bastard lay under her, flexing his cock inside her stuffed belly and his greasy lips pasted to hers, Mary Jane did the unthinkable: she returned his kiss. Arms wrapped around his neck tightly. Moans of protest were now mewlings of pleasure as she whimpered into his open mouth. Her tongue licked the underside of his, her face moved sideways to allow his kiss to become deeper, more sensuous. Their tongues twirled upon one another trying to match the chaotic rapture of her jerking tummy and the throbbing cock that currently occupied it. 

Katzenburg pressed his lips against hers massaging them, his large nose pressing hers backwards. Mary Jane equaled his kiss, groaning into his slobbering mouth. Their groins still locked, unmoving. Her hands moving to the side of his face where she began franticly funning her fingers through what little hair he had left. Their lips remained locked; she no longer cared about breathing. 

All that mattered was her complete surrender to this man; he fucked her like one enjoying a great meal, savoring every bite, yet he did it unconsciously. His hands continued roaming over her body, exploring every inch, every curve. Their bodies were motionless, MJ laid atop Katzenburg, her legs spread out across his thighs and her tight ass planted firmly upon the thick belly filling cock.

Only their faces were in motion, the redhead greedily kissed his rough unshaven face. The coarse burning sensation of his bristly features was nothing compared to the flexing pulsating cock that was buried deep within her belly. She released his face from her constant kissing and slowly began rotating her buttocks in a circular motion. The sensation against her clit was driving her insane, she wasn't sure where the last orgasm ended and the next one began. 

"OhhhGawd... If I fall in love with you, I'm going to be very upset..." She moaned feeling his cock thicken inside her, as she lowered herself until his fat hairy balls were crushed against her buttocks. The redhead slowly rotated upon him, her palms rested on either side of his head; her glazed green eyes stared at his sleepy face. The words 'you are fucking me raw' could be read in her expression, if he could see.




Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 05



This chapter was co-written by De'sare, an author who not only has a deep knowledge of the Marvel universe and characters, but is very prolific and skilled as well. It was an honor to work with such a talented writer; I believe he matches the great Stormbringer's storytelling, and I strongly recommend reading his work.

***

Mary Jane was lost in her personal dilemma; it felt like the whole world was coming down on her. She desperately needed to figure out a way to get rid of the unsettling images that filled her subconscious. Reality shattered into fragmented visions, jagged shards slicing roughly through perception; her memories were falling like tattered pages from a book of lies.

Contrary to what she had imagined, she found out that not only had Peter not returned from his web-swinging, but Nick had vanished! All that remained was the mess he had made: the sheets were soiled with a combination of his sweat and cum. She proceeded to turn down the bed, and wondered where the shivering man could have gone, in the feverish condition he was in...

Mary Jane was surprised Katzenburg no longer occupied her and Peter's cabin, much less her bed. Considering the shape he was in she doubted he could have gone far; still, she did not want to face him and was relieved by his absence. She needed some time to figure out what had just happened, and what she would do next.

The bed was a mess; a combination of sweat and cum from the slobbering Neanderthal covered the sheets, and his smell filled the room. The smell of his overweight perspiring body added to the unmistakable smell of sex. 

Mary Jane proceeded to get rid of the unsettling evidence, and opened a window to ventilate the place, as she began to remove the sheets from the bed. A pink satin teddy fluttered to the floor at her feet, the model blushed and picked up her favorite piece of nightwear. She simply could not believe what she did.

When she was taking care of Nick, she wanted to pay him back, humiliate him the same way he had humiliated her before. MJ knew she would be the only one knowing what really happened, but it would quench her thirst for vengeance. She didn't count on him actually being able to fuck her in his comatose state.

And she was calling him Nick, in her thoughts. Not fat bastard, or scumbag, not even Katzenburg. When was it she began to refer to him on a first name basis? Probably when he was balls deep inside her tight belly and her lips were glued to the side of his face.

The supermodel held the teddy to her face and breathed in deeply; even the teddy, like the room, reeked of him. 

"God! What is the matter with me?" She said aloud, tossing the teddy with disdain to the far corner of the room.

The sheet was crumpled and shoved into the washing machine when she re-entered the room for her robe and panties that disappeared from her tight body during the night.

She hated Peter for bringing that prick here.

His argument was sound, but he could have taken him to Joe Robertson's place. Robbie was a good man and although one could tell he loathed Katzenburg and would have fired him long ago, save for the fact his boss J.J. Jameson wanted him to remain on the payroll despite, and because of his unethical practices. Joe ,however, was a good man, to a fault, the yin and yang of himself and J.J. Jameson kept the Daily Bugle atop its perch as the highest volume selling newspaper in New York City, if not the country.  

Mr. Robertson would have taken care of his employee. There was no doubt that Peter knew this, why did he bring Katzenburg here? Was Peter really that stupid?

Her husband had other options; he is fricking Spider-man, after all! Why resort to his personal life when he has an army of freaks to help him, like the Fantastic Four or the Avengers? What's next? The Vulture? Dr. Octopus? What if those villains are hunted down? Is he just going to pop in and say 'Hi, honey... You wouldn't mind taking care of Mr. Scumbag or Dr. Commit-a-crime, would you? Thanks babe, gonna go web-slinging now.'

'Do I look like a fucking nurse?' The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She almost half-wished Peter would have come in when the comatose Katzenburg was balls deep inside her tight pussy for the second time that evening; surely, the sight of his wife's pussy stretched beyond limits, trying to accommodate an immense cock would make an impression on him! If that didn't, perhaps the sight of her lips glued to those of his enemy would.

'The second time.'

Not once, but twice. She just meant to tease him the first time, but his instincts in his delirious state took over and he fucked her silly. Mary Jane passed out, her head resting on his lap. She awoke several hours later due to Katzenburg's shivering and constant movement. She got up from the bed and covered him with a blanket. After brushing her teeth, Mary Jane returned to the bedroom, she was going to put on a nightgown and sleep on the couch. She sure as hell wasn't going to sleep next to that pig, especially in the wet spot of the bed. 

She rummaged through the dresser looking for her nightgown, before realizing it was in the closet. Still, she couldn't help but smile as she pulled her pink teddy with white floral from the drawer. It was her favorite; hell, it was Peter's favorite too. Very pretty, very soft, very expensive. It felt wonderful against her skin, its colors designed by a fashion designer to highlight her flaming hair and green eyes. She had it custom-designed as a surprise for Peter during their honeymoon.

Mary Jane let the pink teddy fall seductively over her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror: yea, she was hot. She briefly smiled to herself before Katzenburg's annoying snoring caused her to turn around. The covers had slipped off his body due to his constant fever laced unrest. She stared at his fat form, his hanging belly and the bald spot on his head. He did not have much hair, and she could tell he never combed it, or washed it for that matter. His snoring open mouth gave her a clear view of unsightly teeth, she wondered if he had ever seen a dentist. She could not believe she kissed that mouth.

The young model and wife ignored the snoring and brushed her long red hair, removing the knots that accumulated while Katzenburg had run his pudgy greasy fingers through it earlier. She stood at the foot of the bed in her seductive teddy, her long hair resting seductively over her shoulders. She didn't know why she put it on, no one was going to see her; certainly not Katzenburg.

MJ once again put the covers over Katzenburg's shaking body and headed for the door. She paused before leaving, looked back at the shivering man and sighed to herself before shutting the door and walking back toward the bed. She pulled the covers from his fat body and climbed under the covers with him. He was still cold; she held him close to her like before and tried to squirm her body away from the wet spot of the bed.

His shivering subsided and the young model rolled over to her side facing away from him. Her head rested on a pillow; she was vaguely aware that Katzenburg's arm rested beneath the pillow. This was almost worst than fucking him. She was sleeping with him like she slept with Peter. She did not know how long she was asleep before she felt the flabby arm pull her into him until her head was on his chest.

"Nick?" she whispered half asleep, hoping the fat man had not regained his senses. He hadn't he was still out of it. His subconscious was aware of a woman sleeping next to him, and by instinct he pulled her closer.

Mary Jane rolled back over to her side. Katzenburg mumbled something incoherently and pulled her back until her face rested on his sagging hairy chest. She was too tired to fight him and resigned herself to sleeping on his chest.

As the restless night dragged on, Mary Jane was vaguely aware of squirming against the fat man; the sheet she laid on was uncomfortable and wet from earlier. Somewhere amidst her deep sleep she ended up on top of Katzenburg, sleeping peacefully on his flabby body. She often kissed Peter in her sleep, a reaction to insure he was still there and not out web-slinging. Her sleeping mind did not really know the difference between Peter and the pig lying below her. She kissed Katzenburg as well. 

It wasn't so much the fever that caused Katzenburg's current state as so much as the drug he took to fool Spider-man and Parker. He had miscalculated, however, and he was now pretty much in an alcohol induced black out state. His body functioned, hell even his mind functioned, but he could not register any memories. All his primal instincts knew was that there was a female on top of him, her kisses to the side of his cheek waking him up.

"Mmm, Peter?" Mary Jane whispered in her deep sleep as pudgy hands roamed through her hair before gripping the back of her skull.

"PeterGLMPH... Ulmmmph... Ulmph!" Her mouth was suddenly filled with Katzenburg's tongue, her lips smeared back. She immediately remembered where she was and who she was sleeping with. Her hands rested on the fat mans chest trying to push away from him. His eyes were half open, seemingly dancing with laughter but being distant at the same time. She wasn't sure if he was coherent or not and immediately cursed herself for wearing the pink teddy and no panties.

Being on top of him already his cock throbbed against her belly. She tried lifting herself off of him which only allowed the thick cock to stand straight up.

"Wait... Wait... STOP!" Mary Jane said, trying to peel herself away. The fat cockhead was already against the tight opening of her sensitive pussy. She only needed a second to swing her petite body off of him. She did not get that second, almost as quick as the kiss his fat cock head spread her pussy apart and three inches quickly entered her already sore and very sensitive pussy.

"Oh, Gawd! STOP!" Mary Jane whimpered, her fingers dug into his chest, his pudgy fingers gripped her breasts hard squeezing them. He spread his legs, which in turn forced hers apart, gravity took over, and three more inches was stuffed inside her tight pussy. "No... Not again!"

"Wait! Oh, God! Nick, please no!" Mary Jane whimpered. Her palms rested upon his chest. She wanted to pull his greedy hands away from her sensitive nipples, which he was now pinching and mauling. But the palms on his chest were the only thing preventing her from being impaled completely. Katzenburg wasn't exactly gentle the first time he groped her in that bathroom and he wasn't gentle now, twisting her nipples through the teddy and squeezing her breasts with his fat pudgy fingers.

His primate mind seemed to sense the hands on his chest were preventing him from full penetration, he wanted his entire cock buried inside the tight pussy, and his hands left the firm tits of Mary Jane and held her wrists.

"Nick, I beg you..." Mary Jane pleaded, trying to lift her ass upward. "Please, don't!"

"S-Shut up, bitch!" The drug induced fat man said removing her hands from his chest, and lifting his fat ass off the mattress as she was coming downward.

"OhMyGawwwwd!" Mary Jane cried, her body falling forward. Katzenburg's flabby ass came back down upon the soft bed, but the damage was done, the super model was impaled hopelessly upon his fat cock. 

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" Mary Jane whined staring down at the grinning face and distant eyes. Her hands were back on his chest; her bright red finger nails digging into his chest, trying to avoid the inevitable. Still, the fat man was impaled balls deep inside her tight belly. She sat on his lap, in her seductive pink teddy. His fat hairy balls nestled against her ass. She could cry rape, if it wasn't for the fact that she was on top of him and not the other way around. 

Katzenburg again began mauling her tits through her pink teddy, causing Mary Jane to squirm into the mauling hands. "Ok, ok, ok, God, this has to go..." The pretty model said lifting the hem of her teddy upward and letting it fall to the side of the bed, giving the fat man full access to her naked tits. His cock throbbed like before, filling her, stuffing her, causing her eyes to roll backwards. He pulled her down to him and kissed her hard, his tongue working chaos amidst her gums and throat. She hungrily returned his kiss.

God, she wanted him to kiss her, why? She was squirming on him her round and perfect breasts crushed obscenely against his flabby chest; his cock just seemed to grow harder and throb more intensely as she returned his kiss.

The shapely model removed her lips from his and buried her pretty face between his neck and shoulder, nibbling on his neck. He was grunting incoherently calling her a slut and an easy piece of ass. She surmised he said these things because he didn't know who he was fucking; then again, he would probably have said the same things even if he did; she didn't care. She cried into his shoulder as the belly stuffing cock caused her to orgasm all over his fat balls.

Peter never made her cry, not like this, not like a babbling idiot. The sensation of being impaled by such an overwhelming, huge member was entirely new, her lips were pasted to the side of his un-shaven face as the fat man rolled the pretty super model onto her back.

"OhMyGod! Nick, fuck, fuck me, for the love of God, fuck me!" Mary Jane whimpered into the balding mans ear; her legs were spread wide, her lips pasted to his.

He didn't exactly fuck her, more like grind that fat cock into her. He was heavy, she didn't know if it was his weight that made it difficult to breathe, or the fat cock that was embedded deep in her belly. It was probably the fact however that his fat tongue was wreaking havoc with her tonsils. His pudgy nose smashed hers backward and she returned his kiss. She doubted she even kissed Peter like this. She couldn't get close enough. His fat cock kept throbbing inside her and she kissed him, allowing his foul mouth to take over hers completely. It was hard wrapping her long legs around his fat waist, but she did it. 

Nick Katzenburg began pounding his fat ass up and down, punishing the polished loins of the young wife of Peter Parker. Mary Jane's petite hands held the face of Katzenburg, she kissed him everywhere. Her manicured fingernails raked his back when his slobbering mouth came away from hers. 

"I-I'm cumming, slut!" Katzenburg slurred through tightly clinched teeth.

"Yes! Oh, God! Nick baby, cum, cum..." Mary Jane whimpered her legs wrapped tightly around his flabby waist. "Kiss me, Nick! Kiss me, baby."

His fat cock throbbed madly and exploded inside her tight belly. "Ullllmmmmppphhhh!" Mary Jane groaned, purring into his foul mouth as cum filled her belly. She came with him, her body jerking against his own, his heavy chest smashing her tits backwards. His heart was pounding much like that fat cock embedded so deep in her belly. She could feel his heart through his chest. And though he wasn't even in a right mind she felt closer to him than anyone. She almost wished he knew what they were doing. The fat man grunted and rolled off of the pretty model. Mary Jane did not care about the wet spot anymore. He had fucked her completely, she placed her head upon his chest and laced her arm over his belly and immediately passed out.

*** 

Katzenburg topped the ridge overlooking the resort and moved in. Moving forward, he looked down on the set of cabins that hosted the Bugle's guests. He was very dizzy, yet he pushed forward, making his way down a rocky slope behind the shed. Wondering, he made his way across the broad expanse of dirt; he started to step on the wooden steps leading up to the porch that ran across the back of the house, but paused when he thought he heard a sound coming from around the side.

Turning, Nick made his way around the corner as little puffs of dust flew up from his feet. Stopping, he looked around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just as he was about to turn back, he heard the sound again. It sounded like flesh slapping flesh. Like someone slapping someone inside the cabin, but doing over and over again in rapid fashion.

What the hell was going on inside, he wondered, listening to the sounds coming from the open window. Was someone having a seizure? Slowly, he crept down the side until he could peek in the window. What he saw stunned him. Mary Jane was lying on her back in her bed with her dress pulled up and wrapped around her belly. She was bare from the waist down except for her panties, which were now uselessly wrapped around her ankles exposing her pussy to no other than himself! A mirror-match was on top of her furiously slamming his horse cock in and out her pussy.

'What? That cannot be! How can I be doing that?' Katzenburg deliriously told himself as he watched his own big, hairy ass wildly jerking up and down. As he gawked in stunned silence, he stared down at the big, fleshy gash between the supermodel's long legs, which were bent at the knees and obscenely splayed out to the side. Her knees were shamefully bouncing up and down in rhythm with the fake Katzenburg's savage attack on her pussy. The underwear wrapped around her ankles kept her from spreading her legs any wider and the soles of her bare feet were almost touching as she looked up at the man defiantly. Her arms and hands lay at her sides lifelessly.

"Come on, bitch," Katzenburg heard the impostor grunt as he roughly squeezed and groped MJ's breasts through her dress, but she still made no effort to raise her hands nor legs to show any other signs of cooperation or defiance. "Do something, don't just fucking lay there."

"You can have that," the redhead grunted as he continued to saw his large cock in and out of her pussy. "You said if I let you fuck me, you'd keep quiet. But that's all you're going to get. So fuck me and then get off."

But why was she letting him fuck her if she didn't want him to, Katzenburg wondered?

He watched his fake-self's big, hairy butt bouncing up and down above the supermodel as the man's big cock plowed in and out of her juice slathered slit. His blue-veined monster was sliding in out of Mary Jane, merciless; his cock slithered in and out of the wet hole. Katzenburg could still hear the sick, wet slapping sound they mad as they slapped up against MJ's upturned ass.

Faster and faster, the man's ass jerked up and down as he furiously fucked Parker's wife with a vengeance. Katzenburg saw that the redhead's fists were clenched as she held onto the sheets and stared up at the impostor with a defiant glare. If looks could kill, Katzenburg crazily thought, the man would certainly be dead.

The fake Katzenburg groaned and shoved his cock into MJ's pussy as deep as it would go. The man's tightly clenched ass shook and jerked and Nick could see that he was shoving his cock down into her cunt as hard as he could. He felt a wave of jealousy wash over him as he pictured his big cock spewing out its boiling load of cum down into his obsession's sweet pussy.

Maybe he should have gone in and pulled the charlatan off of her or something, but he couldn't; actually, he could barely stand. A feeling of lost opportunity washed over him as he looked up and saw the fake Nick standing at the foot of the bed, slowly pulling his breeches up his fat, hairy legs as he leered down at MJ. Katzenburg's eyes immediately shot down to the big, meaty hole between the supermodel's legs. He saw that it was still gaping wide open and a continuous stream of Katzenburg's cum was oozing out of it.

"Better learn to like it, Red," Katzenburg heard him snarl, "Cause I'll be over to collect another installment next time Spidey is out."

"You bastard," she spat up at him, sitting up and reaching down to her panties. "I'll get you for this!"

"Don't threaten me," he shot back, "It's not becoming of you."




Chronicles of Spider-Man Ch. 05



"Get out, now!" she exploded, jerking her underwear up to cover herself from his leering gloat.

"Okay, but just remember, I'll be back," he laughed as he pulled on his dirty shoes.

Stuffing his shirttail back down into his breeches, he then snapped his suspenders back into place and dug his hand down into his trouser pocket. Katzenburg watched on with the taste of bile welling up into his mouth as the fake fatso pulled out a five-dollar bill and mockingly pitched it down onto the bed between his wife's legs.

"You're still a good fuck, Red," he laughed, "but you're still a whore, no matter how you've changed."

"And you're still a son-of-a-bitch," she spat at him.

***

Startled, Nick awoke from the most vivid nightmare he had ever had; he was at his own cabin, still shaking with the fever caused by the hallucinogenic drugs he had taken earlier to fool Spider-man and the Parkers.

"Damn!" The overweight photographer babbled. "That is some nasty, strong shit! How the fuck does Craig manage to take this crap as if it was 'Tic-Tac' candy?"

"I just have to find that damn memory card..." Katzenburg finally mumbled before falling back to sleep. "Then, I'm gonna set the score with the motherfucker behind this..."

***

"I will be out in five minutes, Tiger," Mary Jane said as she turned the water on hot and stepped into the shower to get ready for their Bugle's event that evening. As she washed her long red hair and gazed at her reflection in the mirror through beautiful pale green eyes, she was trying to erase the obscene images that haunted her.

Being the only child of an unstable family, MJ has had a consternated upbringing. Bits and pieces from her childhood flashed in her mind; she remembered the sacrifice of her mom, working hard as a waitress to provide for her. Having a drunken, abusive father definitely wasn't easy; even now, certain smells and sounds made her nauseated and angry without any concrete reason.

The redhead wouldn't be the person she was if she had not experienced the things she had to go through, and she was happy not to dwell in the past. She had made every penny on her own, by pushing herself hard and fulfilling her dream. All that accomplishment did make her a bit posh, yet she had managed to develop strong moral values, which avoided the deterioration of her sense of compassion.

It took some time for her to learn that, though; Mary Jane had seen and experienced many things throughout the years, working as a supermodel and an actress. Fame wasn't something easily achievable; although she had the charm and looks, MJ had to use her wits to find her marks, and to seal the deal.

She had convinced herself she was a better person because she knew what kind of parent she didn't want to be. Repressing her memories was an alternative to endure the pain; MJ has always known something bad was going to happen if she didn't face them head on, and, finally, those ghosts managed to catch up with her.

The auburn-haired beauty had a happy life, and was able to hold down to her prestigious job. Why on earth would she want to dredge things up that would only serve to complicate her life? The ability to keep in touch with her feelings allowed Mary Jane to achieve what she considered most valuable: her marriage. She loved Peter with all her heart; he was supportive, caring and an utter altruist.

How did she end up sleeping with probably the foulest man ever born? The answer to that question was beyond any reasoning. Despite being a superhero, her husband had his flaws, just like everyone else does. Obviously, he didn't deserve to be cheated on, and that very fact consumed her.

Peter was everything a girl would want: smart, funny, and had the physique of an athlete. MJ knew that he was the man for her. She deeply cared about him and wanted nothing more than to be the best wife in the world; Pete was a true and decent man, who showered her with such love and tenderness and made her feel so completely and wholly loved.

Still, she now had a secret that she kept from him, a secret that if he ever knew would destroy their life together. It was hard to admit, but she had craved to experience the ecstasy of having a large endowment, one her husband couldn't provide her. There was another who had ignited a passion inside of her the likes of which she had never known. The desire that he had awoken in her caused her will to weaken and force him into the forefront of her fantasies.

The very thought of him caused her arousal and as she washed her breasts her nipples began to harden, part from her manipulation, but also from, her desire. She loved Peter with all of her heart, but he had never been able to drive her desire the way that Katzenburg had done, and he had never been able to fill her with such animal lust and sexual fury the way Nick did.

She knew it was wrong and she had betrayed Peter, but the fire that he had started inside of her continued to burn. Her large breasts swelled and her pussy began to ache as she thought of him between her legs, his mouth devouring her sex and his tongue reaching deep inside of her, teasing her clit and exploring her secret garden. Her breath began to quicken as she detached the shower head and placed it between her legs, with thoughts of his enormous tool pounding her in and out, and filling her to the breaking point. Harder and harder he pounded her, his cock sinking deeper and deeper inside of her, and driving her to an unimaginable release of pleasure.

"Argh," she sighed as her release came, her chest heaving and her legs straining to keep her upright. She returned the shower head to the holder and braced her hands on the wall to steady herself and gain her bearings. 'That's in the past and will never happen again, it was a mistake that I will never allow again!' She thought to herself as she fell from her high. 'Never again!'

She finished her shower, and after drying off, Mary Jane sipped on the straight vodka she had poured herself earlier, while still in the bathroom; it would soften her and hold all those worrisome problems at bay, all at the same time. "I better take it easy," she spoke aloud to the reflection of herself in the full length mirror. "I don't want to blow this issue out of proportion."

She pondered the situation in silence while gazing at her reflection, mentally running through the list of all that she was: a supermodel, an actress, and a wife; most of all, she felt like the lowest, dirtiest, and ugliest person in the world.

Dirty? The Mary Jane? Ugly? No, it couldn't be. No woman with her looks could possibly be any of those things, could she? People with that description were short, plump, bald and with unattractive pudgy bellies. That certainly wasn't the image gazing back at her from the depths of the mirror! Not at all! The figure staring back at her was a woman - all woman - with a full head of flaming red hair and a striking pretty face. She had curves galore; a show-stopping figure with a pair of lovely, shapely legs that stretched out below her forever!

But, alas, the woman looking back at her looked very confused.

MJ had always been smugly proud of her beauty and didn't care who knew it. Any attention she received was richly deserved, she thought. So now, Mary Jane found herself an outcast, on the outside looking in on her old circle of influences... She had never felt so lost in her whole life...

She still had her looks, though; the same looks that got her into the mess she desperately wanted out. Mary Jane had taken particular care of herself, and not even a single wrinkle line marred her smooth, perfect skin. She worked out daily, almost religiously, and her diligence had paid off handsomely. Stepping over to the full-length mirror beside her dresser, she looked at her reflection.

Her bouffant hairstyle, emphasized by discreet highlights, framed her pretty face adorably. Her lips, painted ruby-red, were full and luscious. But not too full, just right... Still, the warm eyes in the mirror held a tinge of sadness as they stared back at her.

Peeling her gown open, she slowly ran her hands across her flat abdomen and up to her large, pendant breasts. Stopping to cup them, she savored their heaviness as she studied their smooth perfection for several seconds. They were more than enough to turn heads when she entered a room, and she had always purposefully dressed to show them off. Daring brassieres and the right cleavage made them objects of adoration, eliciting looks of lechery from the men and looks of envy from the women.

MJ pulled on a tight black lace thong that fit snugly over her firm behind and seductive hips. She complemented this with a matching bra that was taxed to its limit trying to hold her large firm breasts. She then walked over to the nearby hanger and pulled on her favorite black dress, which was cut short to accentuate her long toned legs, and clung, to her body to highlight all of her curves. Her flaming red hair was combed back in her typical ponytail, and her pale green eyes were dancing with excitement as she sprayed herself with a wisp of perfume and gazed in the mirror to check the final product.

"Okay, MJ, you have had some bumps along the way, but it's time to start your regain the upper hand. It's time for you to become the Mary Jane the world has come to know and love," she said softly as she stared at her reflection. Her eyes took on a faraway look as she remembered the first time she met Peter and all the joy and the love that they had experienced together, and she suddenly felt very guilty again for her betrayal of him. She wiped the tears from her eyes and was more determined now than ever to never let him down and never betray his love for her again.

"Never again," she said sternly as she walked into the room to join her husband.

"Come again, dear?" Peter was distracted and didn't realize his wife had finished getting ready.

"Oh, nothing..." MJ gulped. "I was just thinking out loud."

"Wow!" He commented on the final outcome of his wife's hour-long preparation.

She blushed suddenly when she saw her husband staring out her and asked sheepishly "Too much?" Peter walked up to her and kissed her deeply and then, as his hands wandered around her body, whispered into her ear "Honey, this moment is ours to remember for the rest of our lives; let's make it memorable..."

"So we shall..." The redhead gave in to his caresses.

"You were pretty beaten, baby." He eventually started a conversation. "You slept through the whole day; I hope the old fatso didn't keep you up all night. I am truly sorry for placing that burden over your shoulders..."

"You should be!" The supermodel was very straightforward. "You can't imagine what I had to put up with!"

"I know, baby... It was a big favor I asked of you..." Peter attempted a 'mea-culpa'.

"You absolutely have no idea how 'huge' it was!" That phrase certainly didn't come out right; it sounded better in her head.

"Huh?" Peter said glancing toward his wife, and then at the folder that sat on the nightstand. Mary Jane decided she needed to change the subject. "What's that?" she asked, referring to the folder.

"Robbie wants me to organize the employee pictures into a single company picture. I don't know why he asked me. I don't do these sorts of things." Peter said, a frown adorning his face.

"Peter, you can't just take pictures of yourself as Spider-man and think that's enough to keep you on the payroll." Mary Jane said running her fingers through his hair playfully.

"I know, MJ, I have no idea what I'm doing here, put me up against a cosmic bad guy and I'm fine. Designing a company picture is beyond me." Peter said, his frown more evident.

"Oh, Tiger, let me help, we have a little time before we head off to the party." Mary Jane said and began pulling the pictures out of the folder.

"You should just place them in order like a family tree." Mary Jane said, her modeling in front of a camera gave her an insight that Peter just did not posses. 

"Mr. Jameson on top, followed by Mr. Robertson. And then the leading journalists, investigators, photographers..." Mary Jane said, before pausing, as she went through the pictures and began organizing them by stature. Peter wasn't exactly paying attention; he was just happy she was helping him with this tedious task.

Mary Jane lingered at the next photo she held in her hand, Nick Katzenburg: photographer entertainment section.

Even posing for a company picture he cared little about his appearance. The sport jacket he posed in was green with black stripes, something you would see in an old 1970's b-movie. The greasy smile belied a secret that it seemed only he was privy too. And his eyes seemed to dance with mischievous glee. She knew those eyes, she knew them well. They were the same mischievous dancing eyes that she stared into when his fat cock buried to the hilt inside her squirming body. Although they were a little distant and glazed over at the time, there was no mistaking their wicked nature.

"Honey?" Peter said applying his bow tie. "We should be going." He said leaving the bedroom.

"Coming, Tiger." Mary Jane said tossing the photo's onto the nightstand beside the bed. Katzenburg's photo was on top. Mary Jane glanced over her shoulder noticing this and started to turn back to bury his photo in the bottom of the pile when Peter called out to her.

"Honey we are going to be late."

'Great!' Mary Jane thought to herself as she closed the bedroom door behind her. After sharing her bed and body with a man she loathed above all others, now there was a full blown photograph of him on her nightstand. A picture that would be the first thing she would see when her and Peter return from the event.

'Just fucking great!'

***

Felicia Hardy posed, legs slightly astride and hands on her hips, mimicking the classic Mary Jane pose, although she would never admit to that. She was wearing her latest sexy Black Cat outfit, comprising of a skintight catsuit made from the sheerest stretch Lycra, with black accessories; high-heeled ankle boots, gloves with built in steel claws, low-slung utility belt, and a mask that covered the top half of her face, to disguise her features. The suit clung to her shapely figure, like a coat of paint, enhancing her large firm breasts, her narrow waist and her amazing ass. An abbreviated black thong, worn beneath the translucent costume, preserved what little modesty she cared to retain!

The Black Cat was taller than average, for a woman, with long lithe legs, that further enhanced her shapely torso. Her face was classically beautiful, with a determined jut to her jaw, full sensual lips, large blue eyes and carefully plucked eyebrows. A mass of light-colored hair, almost white, framed her angelic face, as she examined herself, critically. She was determined to maintain her reputation as the sexiest cat-burglar, hence her latest revealing costume.

Felicia had always taken good care of her looks and figure, thanks to a rigid regime of exercise, diet and her nocturnal cat-burglar activities and, unlike most who dared into her line of business, her costume was designed to enhance her spectacular figure, rather than help protect it from her opponents' blows or weapons. Hence she wore no Kevlar breastplate or other body armor, relying instead on her speed, agility and martial arts expertise, to avoid serious injury.

Felicia gently removed her gloves, with the currently retracted, razor-sharp, adamantium claws in the fingertips. She then ran her hands down over her large shapely breasts, flicking the nipples into full erection, for the best effect. "Who, in their right mind, would resist those?" she purred. She had set her plan in motion, and now she needed to finish another step before she could join Flash at the Bugle's even, as his harmless girlfriend...

***

The Black Cat received a message that asked her to meet her unknown contractor on the top of a nearby building; she left her cabin and rappelled to the meeting place. It wasn't very far away, so Felicia was there in no time. She even had time to study the environment surrounding her; she wouldn't fall victim to the same trap twice. 

A short time later, a man wearing an expansive, Armani suit and matching shoes arrived from the stairwell entrance.

"At last," she said as she appeared out of the shadows in her skin-tight black costume. It definitely accented her marvelous breasts greatly and the man couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal course through his body. Her long, wavy white hair flowed down over her shoulders and there was a slight smirk on her face.

"There is something we need to discuss," he simply stated.

"A flunky?" She raised an eyebrow, clearly disappointed. She was a sly woman and there was no putting anything past her; the man had taste, but he certainly wasn't the one calling the shots and that bothered her. Besides, she'd already noticed the slightly increased bulge in his crotch and it amused her; the man that had gone through the trouble of recruiting her wouldn't buy her charms so easily. 

"My boss is a very busy man," he didn't seem offended by Felicia's harsh comment. "Have you succeeded in performing your task?"

The Cat's smirk grew, a little; "You see," she twirled her hair back behind her and leaned back against the nearby ventilation shaft, crossing her arms just under her large breasts, and slightly pressing them together. "I have a problem dealing with middleman. Tell your boss to contact me directly if he wants a status report on the matter..."

The man's eyes locked onto Felicia's large breasts, now being firmly pressed together. The tightness in the lower part of his suit escalated. "You are playing a very dangerous game here, Miss Hardy."

Felicia's smirk turned into a flat out grin; she wondered if she couldn't get a little more out of the deal. "Am I? Because it seems to me that you can't pull your little scheme off without my help..." She shook her head, her silver hair moving side to side. "Still, I'd be glad to do it... for a price."

"Very well," The man wasn't about to argue; that wasn't his assignment. "Cash, jewels, bearer bonds... How much do you want?"

Felicia's grin widened; she knew her posture would drive the man mad, and that was exactly her intention. "Unlike you, I am not motivated by petty things like money..." She was already pondering ways of making the bulge in his pants grow even more.

The Black Cat shrugged, moving away from the shaft and towards the lackey. "I am more of a..." Several steps later, she was standing right in front of him; Felicia moved one of her hands down to the hardness between his legs. In an instant, he had a full erection straining against the fabric of his suit. "...spiritual girl, if you know what I mean..."

The man's own hands moved to Felicia's tits, giving them a squeeze. She moaned and found her way into the lower part of his suit. He felt her soft hand on his cock, sliding her fingers over him. She stroked his hard on and he squeezed her boobs as they made out for a short period of time.

"Until you have something for me, though..." The Black Cat broke their intimacy. "...down, boy!" She laughed and dashed to the side of the building, throwing her grappling hook and falling into the night.

***

The evening was going perfectly as Mary Jane and Peter mingled amongst the other guests and talked excitedly about the company's event. The employee's reunion was going off cheerfully, and everyone seemed to be getting along quite well. Mary Jane had a few glasses of wine and clung to Peters arm as they casually chatted away with a few of his friends before they began to take their seats for dinner.

As Mary Jane sat down next to Peter, she noticed an empty seat beside her and began to push it away so she could have more leg room at the rather cramped table. Just as she was about to move it away, someone suddenly stopped her by swiftly sitting down. She looked up at his face and her mouth gaped in horror as she stared into the face of Katzenburg.




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"Hey, Red," he said as he wickedly smiled at her. "I noticed nobody was sitting here so I thought I would take it." She felt as if someone had kicked her in the stomach as she saw him shake hands with Peter; a hypocritical gesture to maintain appearances. 

"Didn't think you would be able to come, Katzenburg." Peter said as he pumped his hand. "Heard you weren't feeling all that good..."

"Really?" The overweight man seemed somehow surprised. "You know how gossip is: usually highly exaggerated."

Mary Jane said nothing as all of this transpired, she just tried to remain calm and collected hoping to get through the meal without incident. After a few minutes, the atmosphere relaxed as the meal began to be served and the wine began to flow more freely. She ignoring Nick completely and refused to answer him on several occasions when he tried to get her attention. She was doting on Peter and trying to eradicate the fatso totally from her surroundings. Katzenburg did not seem at all bothered by her lack of attention to him, and joined in conversation with the rest of the table.

The reaction that she was getting from Nick caused her to relax even more and she decided to let her guard down a little more by having more wine. After the meal, the toasts began and the guests stood and wished votes of work prosperity and friendship. Mary Jane was beginning to feel very warm inside as a result of all of the sentiment and wine, and kissed Peter deeply each time a toast was made.

Everyone was urged to mingle around the ballroom to allow the wait staff to clear the tables of dinner plates. The main course already have been served was not that large of a meal, designed not to fill one up, but sate appetites. Appetizers were still to be passed around the ballroom. And the main dining tables had to be stripped of linen in preparation for desert and champagne for a formal toast. 

J.J. Jameson, also known as skin flint due to his tight hold on his wallet had finally relented to his share holders and organized the Daily Bugle event of the year, along with the cabin rentals. To say his employees were surprised was an understatement. Many were, in fact, suspicious. Of course Jameson did not organize anything. He merely gave his personal secretary complete freedom and a large budget.

Jameson of course would never approve of such an expense for a bunch of employees whom he deemed replaceable on a days notice. A substantial donation from one of the share holders, in essence paid for the whole thing.

Like all company parties they had clicks, certain groups liked to hang around others. This was no exception. Journalists and their bread and butter investigators talked shop. The secretaries usually hung around their perspective bosses not passing up the opportunity to do a little brown nosing.

Peter was not the average photographer; he rarely hung around the Bugle, and did not really have that much in common with the other photographers. He and Mary Jane however did enjoy the company of Mr. Robertson and his wife. Felicia and Flash soon joined the foursome. Peter Parker was not too thrilled about the fact Felicia was dating one of his best friends. Felicia Hardy never did anything unless it could benefit her somehow financially. He put on a good face for Flash however and kept his feelings a secret.

"So you're coaching now, Flash? That is great." Mr. Robertson said.

"Flash was born to be around a football field..." Peter anticipated. "Doing anything else seems like a crime."

"Thanks, Pete, I..." Flash said pausing. "Is there something wrong, Mrs. Robertson?" He asked seeing her sudden look of distaste.

"No, dear," she said pausing before addressing her husband.

"Is it my imagination or is that the same suit he wore at the last Christmas party." She said to her husband.

"Shit!" Peter said under his breath as Nick Katzenburg began walking towards their small gathering.

"Yes," Robertson confirmed. "And the Christmas party before that."

"And yesterday at work." Parker added.

"And the day before that." Robertson concluded. They all started laughing as Katzenburg approached in his ten dollar salvation army purchased sport coat. Mary Jane laughed with the group, it was the same green coat with the black stripes that he posed in for his company picture.

"You guys seem to be having fun." Katzenburg said, inviting himself into the group, unaware the joke was on him. Not that he would care anyway; very few things bothered him in life, and certainly none of them would ever come from those people.

"I was surprised, Nick, that the Enquire got the scoop on that little upskirt shot of Paris Hilton the other day." Robertson said. "Thought you were on her trail."

"Maybe if that spoiled brat had anything going for her besides her money and pretty face." Katzenburg said, nonchalantly sipping his whiskey. "I mean damn, no ass, no tits, no nothing."

Mary Jane held her glass to her lips to hide her smile; unlike the rest of the group she thought it was funny. She had actually met her and never liked that uppity bitch; the supermodel definitely did not look forward to any shoots with the spoiled brat in the proximity.

"You're in mixed company, Nick." Robertson warned him. "Please, act appropriately."

"Sure, Mr. R... I mean, it's not like she's in Mrs. Parker's class. I mean damn, Petey, your wife has more curves then the Daytona five-hundred." Katzenburg said slapping Peter on the back.

Mary Jane giggled at his words; although she had received a lot of compliments in her time, she never thought she could be compared to a race track. That was definitely a first.

"Yea, um, whatever, Katzenburg." Parker said, obviously annoyed that Mary Jane was laughing at the jerks attempt at a joke.

"Whatever? Nice comeback Parker, is that what they taught you in college? Oh like, whatever man." Katzenburg said grinning, obviously pleased with his put down. The fact that both Mary Jane and Felicia giggled at his comment made it worse. "You should definitely ask for your money back!"

"To the most beautiful woman at this party, or any party she attends." Katzenburg said raising his glass for a toast. The sudden statement stopped Parker from countering his insult. It was not the brightest of toasts with two other women there. Both Mr. Robertson and Flash were immediately insulted, as well as their respective dates. Still it would be impolite not to raise their glasses.

It wasn't often Katzenburg got the better of Parker. Peter was smarter more educated, had a beautiful wife and more of his pictures made the front page than anyone.

Flash Thompson was annoyed as well, until Katzenburg started talking football, all but ignoring Parker, not giving him a chance to put him down. The rest of the group talked among themselves as Katzenburg made Flash laugh quite a bit.

"I don't see how Flash can talk to that guy." Peter said, clearly annoyed at Katzenburg for finally getting the better of him.

Felicia ignored Peter's statement and the fact her boyfriend was talking to the scum bag and leaned in close to Mary Jane.

"Mary Jane Parker, if I didn't know any better I would say you like Mr. Katzenburg." Felicia whispered.

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Mary Jane said trying to give her a 'what no way' look.

"You play with your dress every time you look at him." Felicia said smiling. "You're doing it right now." She said in a smug tone.

Mary Jane suddenly realized she was playing with the hem of her dress, toiling it in her fingers as Nick and Flash talked. She didn't even know she was doing it.

"Shut up Felicia, he's disgusting, how dare you say such a thing?" Mary Jane said resuming drinking her wine.

The house speaker suddenly came on the intercom and asked everyone to be seated for desert and champagne. Thankfully this was not a moment too soon. Since Felicia was a guest of some unknown partner in the Daily Bugle holdings she and Flash was seated with the share holders. Mary Jane was thankful she didn't have to put up with her inquisitive sneers. Unfortunately her husband was a photographer. There was another photographer as well, and he just sat beside her.

***

Craig sat in a testosterone-induced fog as he watched his collection of panties fluttering in the summer breeze, especially his most prized one: MJ's. Was it a message? Or was it just fate teasing him, taunting him with knowledge that he couldn't willingly have what the undergarment hid? Why did destiny force him to cross paths with the biggest prick-tease in the history of the world?

The kid spied on the Parkers as they left to the Bugle's dinner party; MJ had on a black dress with a sweeping, low-cut neckline that left the majority of her major-sized tits bare. The boy's eyes almost popped out from its sockets when she bent down and fixed her high heeled shoes. As she did, her big tits bobbled and threatened to escape their cloth prison.

His delusional fixation on the supermodel grew with each passing moment until it became an obsession, much like his uncle's. Obviously, Craig wasn't allowed to the dinner; 'Adults and Non-junkies only,' Katzenburg meanly told him. The boy was tottering on the brink of insanity when he finally decided he had to act... 

***

Mary Jane eased her pert bottom back onto her chair; she crossed one shapely leg over the other, deliberately allowing the hem of her dress to ride up her shapely thigh, almost to the lacy top of her stocking. The fat man was anxious to get a closer look at this vision of delight; his dark, beady eyes roved over her shapely figure, giving her a prolonged scrutiny.

"Something I can get you?" Katzenburg enquired, putting an oily smile onto his podgy features.

The supermodel stared at her choices, pursing her full, red lips, pressed a well-manicured fingernail against them. The small frown of concentration that wrinkled her high forehead, disappeared, as she quickly made up her mind. "A glass of champagne, actually," she announced in a husky voice, turning her gaze back to him, and flashing a set of perfect, even white teeth, in a friendly smile.

"Of course," he responded, automatically, impressed, never-the-less. He managed to drag his eyes away from her, and turned to pour her drink. 'So fucking hot,' he thought, as he half-filled a glass, "I just have to find my way between those lovely thighs!"

While she was waiting for her drink, Mary Jane casually glanced around the room. This was her first visit to the lounge of the resort they were staying. It was an opulent place, as befitted one of the most expensive resorts available. The spacious lounge was filled with comfortable-looking well-upholstered easy chairs, clustered around low, round, glass-topped tables. Thick, lush beige-colored carpet covered the floor. With the exception of two large, glass chandeliers that hung from the ceiling the subdued illumination was provided by indirect wall lighting. Music was quietly playing in the background, from hidden speakers.

She wriggled her posterior into a more comfortable position on the leather-covered chair, and as she swiveled around, to get a better view of the place. Mary Jane batted her eyelashes and turned away, just as Nick placed the glass of champagne down, in front of her, his eyes flitting over her shapely contours.

"Thank you," she purred, with a grateful smile. "I was dying for a drink."

"You know, I had the best dream ever about you..." He whispered. "How about you do something for me now?"

"You wish!" A flustered expression appeared on his face, and she watched, with some amusement, as he beat a hasty retreat back to his chair. 

As the well wishing wore on, she began to feel a hand on her leg, and softly moaned as she felt her thigh being massaged. She inhaled sharply as she felt the hand move below her dress and softly rub her inner thigh. A fire between her legs began to grow as she felt the hand begin to rise toward her very moist pussy. Suddenly, she jumped back to reality and realized that she should stop this, but when she looked over at Peter she saw both of his hands clearly visible on the table. Panic shot into her heart as she turned her head and saw one of Nick's hands on the table, but the other one was out of sight.

"Stop it now," she whispered at him sternly as she slammed her legs together tightly and trapped his hand between them. She repeated herself and clamped her legs together like a vice, but failed to realize the position he was in. His hand was now palming her sex and he began to gently squeeze his hand together and grope her.

Katzenburg could feel her heat and continued his manipulations as she strained to close her legs tighter and tighter. The fire began to grow inside of her and her juices started to flow as she felt his hand squeeze her sex. She was determined to stop him, but the harder she pulled her legs together the further she pushed his hand into her. Desperate to stop the onslaught, she grasped his hand and tried to pull him away, but as she moved to his hand, she relaxed her thighs and his hand was now in total possession of her mound.

She tried in vain to remove his hand and her eyes widened and breath quickened when she felt a finger slide up inside of her. She dared not to make a sound for fear of drawing Peter's attention to the situation, and deeply inhaled as she felt Nick's finger go deep inside of her. She looked over at him pleadingly to stop, but he just gazed at her wickedly and increased his pace. Her arousal grew as his speed increased and she moaned silently to herself as she felt him slide another finger deep inside of her.

MJ slumped back in her chair and closed her eyes as he continued to finger her soaking wet pussy. She looked over at Peter, and satisfied that he was absorbed in a conversation, slipped her hands under the table and gripped Nick's enormous bulge. She gripped his fly and pulled it down as his massive tool sprung free, then gripping it with her right hand, began to pump his meat as he continued to finger her pussy.

Sweat began to form on their brows as they continued to pound each other, and Mary Jane using her left hand, calmly picked up a napkin and dabbed the sweat of her brow as if it were just a little warm in the room. Waves of pleasure began to form inside her and she increased her pace on Nick's cock. He sensed she was near and increased his pace as well, each time going into her deeper and deeper. Mary Jane began to tense and inhaled deeply as she felt her orgasm erupt inside of her, she bit her lip to keep from shouting and pounded his shaft hard as wave after wave of illicit pleasure rocked her to her core.

Suddenly, she felt Nick tense in her hand and he moaned softly as he erupted underneath the table. For a while they stayed motionless as their pleasure subsided and eventually they came back to earth. When Nick's hand returned to the table Mary Jane noticed it covered in her Juices and looked on with a sense of erotic delight as he calmly licked his fingers clean. The dinner had come to an end and as they were leaving Peter said to Nick "We will see you tomorrow."

"I can't wait," Nick replied as he shook Peter's hand and kissed Mary Jane lightly on the lips.

***

Jonah Jameson sipped his brandy while his editor-in-chief made small talk with several of the Bugle's shareholders. Jameson was only interested in one opinion, and that man wasn't there.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jameson." A rather large gentleman said, handing the publisher a card; Jameson was not impressed by his size and blew cigar smoke in his direction while taking the card.

"I see," Jameson said, pausing. "Well, I hope your boss is happy. I don't approve of coddling my employees."

"He is pleased, Mr. Jameson, and has asked me to offer you these small gifts as appreciation." The man said.

"Hmmph," Jameson said reaching for the bag. "Well, he does have fine taste." Jameson said setting down the one hundred year old bottle of whiskey and reaching for the box of Havana cigars.

"Tell me, who is the man dressed in... uh..." The large man said lowering his sunglasses as he looked across the room. "Well, whatever that is called. He doesn't exactly fit in."

Jameson thought it odd he wore sunglasses inside, though most men of his character often did. The publisher was not going to pretend that the chief financier of the Daily Bugle was exactly on the up and up.

"Hmmph! Name is Katzenburg. Not pleasant to look at, smells even worse. But if you need a dirty job done he's the guy to go to." Jameson said lighting his new cigar.

"I see." The big man said turning away. "Well, thank you for this evening's event, but I think I will retire." He said pulling his cell phone from his vest pocket and heading for the door.

The phone rang twice before a deep voice answered in a tone reeking of authority. "Speak."

"Party went off just like you planned boss. Don't know if hiring that Hardy girl was such a good idea, seems she moves a little slow." The man said glancing over his shoulder while he walked to ensure no one could over hear.

"I'm a busy man," the voice interrupted. "Get to the point, Dillon." 

"A photographer," Dillon revealed. "Goes by the name Katzenburg." 

"He's an inconsequential, paparazzi, nothing more." The deep voice said, growing impatient. "I have plans for him, already."

"Well, looks like he's a little sweet on Mrs. Parker, there's something about those two, can't put my finger on it, but there is something."

Dillon was not hired by the wealthy shareholder because he was stupid, the man had uncanny instincts, and his boss knew it. "Keep an eye on him." The mysterious voice ordered before hanging up. "Report on anything unusual."

"Yea, I will defiantly keep an eye on that fat little prick." Dillon said to no one in particular and put the phone back into his vest pocket.

***

"You look absolutely beautiful darling," Mrs. Robertson said as she gazed at MJ while they both checked on their makeup.

Marry Jane was so very happy to be spending time with Peter, but so ashamed that she had succumbed to Nick's advances, once again. She had rationalized her escapades with him by thinking that she was not really cheating on her husband because there was no actual intercourse, but as she stood in front of the mirror, the pangs of guilt and sorrow began to build in her.

"Oh, it is alright honey. Peter is a wonderful man and you two make a lovely couple," her friend told her as she saw the supermodel's supposedly emotional tears and tried to console her. Mary Jane embraced her and affirmed her love for Peter.

"I know," Mary Jane said as she hugged her friend. "It's just I have so much in my mind..."

"Don't worry dear. I was just as nervous as you after I married Joe and look how everything worked out. It all comes down to love. No matter what obstacles you may face, if you have love everything can be overcome."

"Thanks," Mary Jane said as she embraced her friend and kissed her on the cheek. "I really appreciate your support."

"No problem, dear." Mrs. Robertson replied as she walked toward the door. "I'll be outside; come out when you're ready."

"Okay," Mary Jane replied. "I'll be just a few minutes."

She adjusted her mascara and wiped her nose as she thought about what she was told. Everything can be overcome if you have love. She searched deep in her heart and prayed that it were true, that everything she had done to Peter could be swept under the carpet by her love for him. That her indiscretions with Nick could be attributed to mistakes by her, mistakes induced by alcohol and poor judgment.

A smile came to her face as she thought about her new change of attitude, a life as a wife, hopefully someday soon, a mother. She comforted her with the fact that once this day was over she would never have to see Nick again, and thought that he would respect her vow and stop his pursuit of her. There was a knock on the door and, as Mary Jane opened it, she pouted at the sight of Felicia Hardy standing before her.




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He was lucky enough to witness her pulling the outer lips of her pussy up towards the front, which provided him with a better view of her impossibly tight cunt. He could now see the nub of her clit peeking out of her pussy lips and pointing straight at him. The water was still running down her and disappearing between her legs, as she washed away the gel. 

Soon after, she shut the shower off, standing there naked with a beautiful sheen of water on her skin. She stepped out and grabbed the towel; it was a medium size one that was not large enough to wrap herself in, only enough to cover her breasts and pussy. She looked at the spot on the floor where her top and panties were and suddenly realized that something was missing. She checked the door latch and held her breath in silence, trying to listen if anyone was playing a trick on her.

Katzenberg halted; he even held his breath as well, so she heard no giggling or movement outside the casement. She mumbled something about where could she have placed her underwear and resumed drying herself. He took the opportunity and shoved his cock back in his pants, sliding her thong into his pocket and leaving, before she found him there at that compromising position.

"Damn, red!" He grinned widely as he headed back to his room. He wanted a spank the monkey session while the memories were still fresh in his mind. Of course, he also had something to remember her by now: a piece of her underwear. "You are even better than I imagined!" He kept thinking.

***

It was late in the evening, when Mary Jane heard a knock on the door. She thought it could be Robbie, or his wife, Martha, needing something. She was actually surprised when she opened the door and saw Katzenberg's nephew standing there.

"Uh... H-Hi there..." The boy started babbling. "I-I am not sure you remember me..."

"Craig, right?" MJ needed to be sure it wasn't one of Katzenberg's setups.

"Y-yeah..." Craig was astonished that a pretty girl like her knew his name.

"Did your uncle put you up to this?" Mary Jane was straight to the point.

"N-No... I-I don't know where he is..." The teenager was nervous about the question. "I thought maybe you guys knew where he went, since you talked to him earlier."

Kid seemed to be telling the truth. Why would someone bring his nephew to a company trip, only to leave him to himself the whole time?

"I have no idea where he is, Craig." MJ finally said. "But you are free to wait for him here with us, if you like."

"Really?" The boy was happy he received the invitation. "I mean, I don't want to bother you guys."

"Don't worry." She assured him. "Pete? We have company!"

Peter noticed the boy staying outside and waved for his wife to come inside, so he could have a word with her.

"Why did you invite him in, MJ?" Peter was surprised by her action.

"I feel bad for him being all alone..." Mary Jane answered, trying to be sympathetic. "You know how it must be awful to be around Katzenberg all the time... Besides, it's just this once."

Peter was starting to get a bit frustrated, since he was planning on fucking her, but couldn't deny his wife had a point; they had plenty of time after all. The couple invited the teenager in and the three of them went to the small living room and sat on the couch. Peter noticed that Craig carried a backpack.

They started chatting; Craig introduced himself, and told them how much he loved going on trips, although he rarely had the opportunity to. He seemed like a nice kid, but Peter thought there was just something funny about him, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

As they continued telling stories and jokes, the couple felt more comfortable with the kid's presence, especially Peter, who wasn't the least thrilled to have him around in the first place. They even brought up some embarrassing honeymoon situations and just laughed at it.

Craig seemed to be unsettled at the couch, and, while trying to find a better sitting position, accidentally felt MJ up a couple of times, which left the kid with a distinct, large bulge in his shorts. He kept saying Peter was lucky to marry such a pretty girl. Mary Jane blushed by his commentary and Craig clearly noticed her apparent discomfort.

"What's the matter, Mary Jane?" He smiled. "Something wrong?"

"It's nothing." She replied. "I am just kind of thirsty... I think I'll get us something to drink."

"Hey, I brought this crazy juice mixture." Craig got the bottle from his backpack. "If you could only get us some ice..."

"Sure..." MJ got on her feed and headed for the small kitchen.

Peter looked at the bottle the kid was holding and immediately felt the familiar tingling at the back of his head. His Spider-sense was warning him of a potential danger, but he couldn't pinpoint the possible origin of an assault. Was the boy a menace to either him or Mary Jane? That was obviously something wrong happening, but this was one of those rare times Peter couldn't figure out.

MJ returned in no time with three glasses and ice; Craig poured the beverage and they even made a toast. As soon as Mary Jane brought the glass to her lips, the buzz in Peter's head went wild. Instinctively, he reached out and knocked the glass out of his wife's hands, to prevent her from drinking the unknown substance that was triggering his Spider-sense. 

"Peter! Are you crazy?" MJ was shocked by his manners. "What do you think you are doing?"

"I don't know what that is, MJ..." He started explaining. "... But it surely isn't juice!"

"What?" MJ realized that her husband might have a good reason for his odd behavior. "Is it true, Craig?"

"N-No m-ma'am..." Craig had a scared look in his face, the same one that puppies get when they are about to be struck by rolled newspaper after doing something bad. "I-It's just juice... I-I made it myself..."

"I don't believe you!" Peter interrupted him. He knew his Spider-sense had never failed him before, and this certainly wasn't going to be the first time.

"Peter..." MJ tried to control her husband. "Calm down, Tiger... Let's hear what the kid has to say."

"Alright, let's hear it." Peter crossed his arms, waiting for Craig to clear up what he probably would say it was a misunderstanding.

"It's only juice, I swear!" Craig brought his own glass to his lips and drank it all at once. "See?"

Peter's superhuman tingling immediately ceased, and was replaced by ordinary embarrassment. Had his Spider-sense truly failed? Maybe he was just too tired and misinterpreted the warning; there had to be an explanation for what happened, although he couldn't comprehend it at the time.

"I, huh..." Peter mumbled.

"Excuse Peter, Craig." Mary Jane finally said what her husband couldn't. "He has been working so hard lately, that sometimes he just can't help it. We are terribly sorry."

"No harm done." The kid didn't seem to hold a grudge.

"Here," MJ grabbed another glass. "Let's drink your crazy mixture."

They all finally drank it, and pretended the little incident never happened. They resumed talking and actually had a nice time with the teenager. It was already very late at night when Mary Jane and Peter said goodnight to Craig, who left their cabin and headed for the one he and Katzenberg were sharing.

"See you around, kiddo." He said to Craig at the door. "I'm really sorry for before, no hard feelings?" 

"Don't worry, Peter!" The boy smiled and nodded. "Not hard over you, anyway."

"Uh, ok." Peter was not sure what he meant by that, but thought nothing of it.

On his way back inside, he was looking forward to fooling around, but, curiously, his eyes were very heavy, Peter could barely keep them open. He approached his wife, who was already deeply asleep at bed, laid by her side, hugged her and soon fell asleep as well.

***

Peter was dreaming of being on a ship in a storm, being tossed about by the waves violently and hearing screeching noises and other strange loud noises that sounded like a struggle. His spider powers were useless, as he couldn't find the balance to stand still. He thought he heard MJ's voice a few times; however he couldn't quite make out what it said.

He then calmed himself and rested deeply, lost in a dreamless sleep. All that filled his head was a vague noise every now and then. The world didn't seem to exist anymore, but those squealing sounds echoed in his head, and they grew louder and louder as he continued to sleep.

***

Peter opened his eyes, all startled and sweaty; the bright sunlight coming from the window proclaimed morning. Strange enough, he was breathing heavily and could feel his heart racing; his muscles were sore, he was completely beaten, as if he had just finished running a marathon. He looked to his left and saw his wife Mary Jane there, still sleeping peacefully.

One thing that what was odd was that she wasn't wearing her sexy underwear anymore. As a matter of fact, she wasn't wearing anything at all, she was completely naked. And to top that, she was drenched in cum! Peter blinked several times, just to be sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, and proceeded to check on his wife again. He wasn't mistaken; she was indeed covered by the sticky fluid.

Most of it had already dried, but some still dripped from her tight body, and onto the bed. He had never seen that much jism before, and tried to remember what they could possibly have done, earlier in the night, so she would be in that state, but his mind was simply a blur.

The semen had splattered obscenely over her left eye and ear, running down her cheek to her mouth. It had coated her forehead and her hairline. Another load had splashed on her chin and a third one had leaked from her open mouth. Strings of spunk were still dripping from her face, down onto her neck and firm breasts, which had three long ropes across it, and two more big salvos right across the nipple.

All the semen he had squirted on her tits ran down onto her concave stomach in white rivulets. The final spurts of his load had showered onto her stomach and her upper thighs. He saw a puddle of cum, still wet, dripping from her navel as he leaned over her. 

Mary Jane was woken by her husband sudden movement. She shifted closer to him and smiled, staring at Peter with her big green eyes and gently kissed him; he could taste his own cum in her mouth. Then, she started whispering in his ear, seeming a bit shy to speak the words out loud.

"You were simple amazing last night, Tiger." She complimented me. "Don't think I remember you ever being that aggressive in bed! I am so sore! God, you really gave to me hard!"

"Mary Jane... I..." He mumbled.

"God, your cock felt absolutely enormous when you rammed into me!" She interrupted her husband, taking a moment to recall the feeling. "I was dizzy, and everything felt like a dream, but I remember every inch of your massive, veiny tool splitting me open! It was as if I was being fucked by a horse!"

"I didn't..." Peter started babbling again.

"Come on, sweetie." His wife gently kissed him again. "No need for modesty! See for yourself, you came so much that you covered me in your hot jism! It is still dripping from my breasts!"

Peter was confused, he cursed himself for not remembering any of that, but was glad that his wife enjoyed their love session.

"Guess our little dirty talking last night got you going, huh?" She asked in a teasing mood, not really waiting for an answer. "Where did you learn all that stuff?"

"What?" Peter asked, incredulous.

"I am telling you, Tiger!" Mary Jane closed her eyes and grinned. "You were really aggressive, almost violent, saying that I needed a real man and that my pussy would never be the same by the time you had finished with me." 

Peter was impressed and enjoying his wife's enthusiastic report of their sexual encounter, but her words weren't actually ringing any bells, he was about to interrupt her when she finally said "Maybe we should go to those kind of trips more often." She joked.

Mary Jane anecdote suddenly made his husband realize they were still on a company trip.

"Do you think anyone heard us, last night?" His wife asked him, with a 'naughty girl' look on her face.

"I honestly don't know, dear." Her husband replied. "I suppose I can check that out later, after we go for breakfast."

"You do that, Tiger. I need to hit the shower first, since you left me a 'present'." Mary Jane declined, smiling as she tried, in vain, to keep all the remaining seed from dripping onto the floor. "Besides, I still need to rest a bit longer, you big stud!"

"Okay, dear." Her husband agreed. "I will get dressed and bring breakfast."

"Aren't you the best hubby ever?" MJ smiled.

Peter got out of bed and put on some fresh clothes, still feeling his muscles numb. He watched as his wife headed to their bathroom, his cum started running down her legs. Mary Jane turned around and winked at him, before she disappeared inside and he could hear the sound of running water.

He stepped outside; it was a bright day, alright. Peter thought about spending some time at the beach with his wife, he surely would enjoy the sight of Mary Jane in one of her skimpy bikinis. Peter's reveries didn't last long, though, as he once again bumped into Katzenberg.

"Hey, Parker!" The fat man grinned. "Ready for another day at Jonah's paradise trip?"

"I suppose." Peter replied in a dry tone, trying hard to ignore the obnoxious man. "Guess you had quite a busy night, eh?" Katzenberg gave Peter a tap on the back.

"Excuse me?" Peter pretended he didn't know what fatso was talking about.

"No need for you to play dumb, Parker." Katzenberg laughed. "I know you were trying to make the missus happy. She seemed happy, I'll give you that! I am sure she managed to wake every single guest around here. Hell, even old J.J. must have heard the two of you!"

"That is none of your business, Katzenberg!" Peter shouted at him, and left the loathsome man speaking to himself.

"Soon it will be, Spider-groupie!" Katzenberg smiled as he thought.

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Katzenberg headed back to Parker's cabin and saw his camera stuck in the same odd position. Maybe the camera was able to catch some of the intimate action he heard, and he would literally make millions by selling to the highest paying tabloid willing to expose a supermodel's love life. As a bonus, he would have endless inspiration for his Mary Jane's masturbatory sessions. 

He pushed his luck by climbing the flower rack, again, to see if he could spy on MJ once more, but the hut was empty. He did notice an odd smell coming from the bathroom. It had a strong scent, took him a few seconds to figure it out: it was dried cum, and a whole lot of it! He finally spotted another set of her panties covered in it.

Katzenberg couldn't contain his excitement anymore; he grabbed the camera from its vantage point, and rushed his way back to his cabin. He wanted to know if he managed to capture the footage that would make him both a millionaire and extremely hard. He locked himself in the bathroom, and started playing back what was recorded.

It played the part we were Craig arrived at their cabin, and he just fast forwarded through their entire conversation. He noticed Peter had an altercation over some juice, but nothing the tabloids would love to sell. He kept watching the trio, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Craig finally left, and the lights were turned off. Then, the screen went all black with muffled sounds and static, and the obese man thought it was the end of it.

"So the little creep went to Parker's." Katzenberg stated the obvious. "He could at least have told Parker to fuck his wife with the lights on!"

After a good while, the recording resumed. This time, both Peter and Mary Jane were at the bed, and Craig was at the room again! It was he who turned the lights back on. Katzenberg was confused, and decided to crank up the volume to see what was going on. 

"You can't handle a few drinks, can you, Parker?" Craig laughed. "That is the bright side of being a junkie; it takes a lot of those drugs to put me down! I thought about leaving you two rookies snoring through the night, but I think your wife would appreciate something else!"

"What the hell is he talking about?" Katzenberg wondered.

Craig noticed the couple's bag by the bed, and started looking for something inside. The kid grinned widely, as he seemed to have found what he was seeking. He pulled out a pair of Mary Jane's thongs from his from the bag of folded clothes!

"What do you know?" Katzenberg laughed as he watched the tape. "Guess that runs in the family."

Craig quickly sprung his cock from its constricting prison, and Katzenberg expression turned serious, almost scared. His nephew, who Katzenberg had always mocked and picked on for being too skinny, had an immense cock. It had to be ten, maybe eleven inches and very thick! It looked like the kid had a third arm attached to his groin!

Placing her thong up to his nose to inhale her womanly scent, just like Katzenberg had done earlier, Craig began to pound his meat for all he was worth. He probably imagined himself deep inside of her, pounding his cock in and out, as she wrapped her magnificent legs around him.

"My uncle says I can't do anything right, but I bet MJ will be moaning with pleasure when I ram my cock up her womb, Parker!" He mocked the sleeping husband. "You will pay for what you did to him, as I greedily suckle from her breasts, and it will be my time to moan when her tight pussylips wrap around my fat cock!"

"Urgh," Craig moaned as he took a deep breath to slow his heart rate. "I gotta tell you, dude, your wife is a hot piece of ass! You should have knocked her up when you had the chance! It's my turn now!" He checked to see if Mary Jane was awake, but she seemed to be sleeping heavily under the covers.

"Let's see what you are missing," he said as he slowly pulled the blanket from her. Mary Jane was sleeping wearing only one of her tiny lacy panties, just a few inches away from Peter, her big firm breasts were now all exposed to the skinny kid. He just stood there for a moment, smiling as he appreciated the sight of her hot body.

Luckily for him, Katzenberg had managed to set the camera so it had a clear angle of the whole room. He watched as Craig came back to where MJ was sleeping, leaned over her and started squeezing her breasts. Mary Jane was not moving so he started being bolder, sucking and licking on her nipples, while massaging them with both hands.

"What are you doing, Tiger?" She mumbled in a drunk-like state, never opening her eyes. Craig stopped for a moment, waiting for her to do something, but she must have thought it was Peter, so he just resumed what he was doing.

"I'm serious, those walls are very thin..." She mumbled again. "What if someone hears us, like Katzenberg or his kid?"

"Too late for that now, sweet cheeks!" Katzenberg kept laughing to himself as he watched the action.

Craig was smiling, and pretended he was Peter by making a deeper voice.

"What if I were his kid?" He said just before he started kissing her neck.

"Oh, Tiger!" She hugged him, still looking dizzy and clumsy. As he continued his assault on her, she started moaning softly, Katzenberg could see her nipples were getting hard. "You are being bold in this trip, aren't you?"

"I'm just giving what you need!" He said as he undid the lace of her panties, sounding more like him now.

"And what would that be?" MJ started getting into it, as it was me pretending to be Craig.

Craig pushed her legs apart and knelt between them; an involuntary moan escaped Mary Jane's lips as she felt his scrawny hands on her inner thighs. He leaned down on top of her and placed his nose up against her panty-covered mound and inhaled deeply.

"Oh, Tiger!" Mary Jane moaned as she felt his tongue through the thin fabric. "Oh, yes!"




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"Oh, God..." She cried as the kid removed her tiny panties completely and he dove face first into her, eating the supermodel's hot pussy. He plunged his tongue into her deeper and deeper. "Oh... Yes!"

"Oh, baby! Oh, you're so good. Oh, God! Don't lose it, Tiger, please! Pete, baby!" She begged, in a very loud tone.

"Cut this 'Tiger' crap, bitch!" He yelled. "Call me Craig!" He continued eating her pussy, using his tongue to tickle and caress her clit, as he quickly worked a finger deep inside of her.

"Oh, God! Oh, yes! Oh, Craig!" Mary Jane yelled as she was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure flowed through her entire body. It took some time for her to catch her breath; she was still shaking from her orgasm.

"You are full of surprises, what else do you got for me?" She asked, teasing him.

He then stood up, his back to the camera, and stated tossing his clothes, getting naked. He took her right hand and wrapped it around his large dick; it was so thick MJ couldn't close her hand around it. She seemed puzzled, as she must have felt the difference.

"My, you're a big boy, Craig!" She said playfully.

"Bigger than usual?" He asked.

"Yeah baby, way bigger!" She answered in a sluttish tone. In her state of disorientation, she didn't know she was holding the penis of someone other than her husband. 'Penis' was maybe a euphemism; it was more like a mammoth cock. "I don't think this monster will fit inside me, baby!"

"I'll make it fit!" Craig got on top of her and pulled Mary Jane to him. His lips crushing hers, her naked breasts crushed against his chest. His arms wrapped around her tight body in a devastating embrace.

MJ scissored her legs around his bony waist and gasped into his kissing mouth as the massive head of his cock pressed against the entrance of her pussy. Craig grasped the back of her head and pulled her kissing lips from his.

"Enjoy the ride, red." He said.

"Oh, God!" Mary Jane whimpered, her heart fluttered and her mind felt giddy as Craig took command of the situation and her body. Mary Jane's eyes grew wide, and yet she couldn't recognize the man, well, kid tops, that was about to fuck her. She opened her mouth in surprise, his cock at the entrance of her tight dripping pussy.

His cock head seemed enormous as it penetrated MJ's virgin-like pussy, her body jerked as it breached her cuntlips; it looked as if she was a virgin. Her firm tits were crushed against Craig's chest, the pounding of his heart sent waves of Goosebumps across her skin. She couldn't breathe, and the throat filling tongue had nothing to with it.

Craig smiled as the beautiful supermodel bit her bottom lip and her eyes glazed over as he began forcing his freakish large cock into her little pussy. He rested back as inch after inch slowly penetrated Mary Jane's tight cunt. Soft hands rested on his chest, her fingernails softly digging into his flesh as incoherent whimpers escaped her pursed lips.

"C'mon Mary Jane, its not even half in, and your bawling like a baby." Craig said growing impatient; he wanted his swollen nut-sac resting on her sweet ass. He wanted the ecstasy of feeling his entire cock buried inside her tight belly. 

"Hot... It's so hot..." Mary Jane whimpered lowering her tight pussy until another inch of the blood engorged cock disappeared inside her.

"Let me help." Craig said spreading his legs. Mary Jane's knees were slightly touching the outside of his thighs. Spreading his legs caused her to fall forward allowing another two inches to plunge into her already stuffed pussy. 

"Unnnggg... Ohmygawwwwwd." She whimpered throwing her head downward and grinding her teeth as the throbbing cock sent a pulsating wave of sexual current through her body.

Katzenberg watched the warm juices flowing down the kid's cock and over his large set of balls. She quivered and shook as the unexpected orgasm ripped through her body. The veins in her neck stuck out as she threw her head up and whimpered.

"How does that feel, baby?" Craig said sticking his tongue out.

"Hard!" Mary Jane said. Her hands were clinched in small fists and rested on Craig's chest. His hands held her slim waist, as her legs stayed wrapped around his waist. Her feet were crossed at the ankles. "Oh, God, so hard!"

Katzenberg could not believe how fast MJ ended up in this position; few minutes ago, she was sleeping deeply. Now, her panties were at a crumpled heap at Craig's feet, tossed aside with disdain. And just a few inches from her sleeping husband! Obediently, still clinging to him, Mary Jane sucked in the hot heavy air like it there was not much of it left. The kid was still smiling, he was always smiling.

"Oh, God!" Mary Jane screamed, her head flew backwards while her grip around his neck tightened. Saliva from their drenching kiss sprayed from her mouth as she screamed.

"Dear God! Go slow! Oh! Oh, God!" Mary Jane cried as Craig slowly sank his 11-incher into her. "Oh, yes! Slow, sweetie! Oh, yes! Oh, my God!"

Katzenberg could see her pussy stretching as it tried to accommodate his nephew's huge organ being forced deep inside. Her eyes shut harder, and it was obvious that she felt his cock going deeper then anyone she had ever had. It filled her completely, and almost seemed like it would break her in half, as it just kept pushing forward.

"Oh, fuck!" The boy growled down at her as his hard shaft pried its way into her cunt. "You've got a hot, tight pussy, Mary Jane! C'mon, spread your legs. I need you, all of you."

"Unggg... God! They're spread..." She groaned licking at the fingers. "I'm trying, honey... You're so fucking huge!"

The kid's fat cock entered her pussy like a burning rod; nearly half of the pulsating member penetrated her in one brutal thrust. Her mind was on the verge of black out and reached for happy thoughts to hold upon and keep her conscious.

She looked like a stuffed turkey on thanksgiving; her tight cunt was stuffed with so much cock she gasped franticly for air. Katzenberg had fucked lots of cheap whores before, and thought he had seen it all. But nothing like this; that bastard kid filled her tight pussy with so much cock the outline could be seen through her firm belly.

It was clear that MJ had never been fucked by such an immense cock; her nerves were on fire, sending impulses throughout her entire body. Her clit was so sensitive a feather could bring her off. This wasn't a feather; this was veined cock whose foreskin was rough and unforgiving.

Katzenberg knew the fat cock being shoved inside was larger than anything MJ ever felt, it wasn't throbbing inside her, it was pounding, like his own heart, pounding against the sensitive button of her clit, causing shockwaves through her tortured pussy and back again. The overweight man was being consumed by envy, as he watched his skinny nephew fuck his long time obsession.

"Fuck! I need this so bad!" MJ moaned as he pulled out and then quickly pushed his thick shaft into her again, a bit further this time. Her head swung forward violently and smashed against his pale chest.

"Mmmph!" She gagged, biting into the skinny neck of Craig. He was toying with her; she laced around his body so tight her legs began to cramp up, and her toned arms wrapped around his thin form, fingernails raked his back.

"Just relax, baby!" Craig said, holding her slim waist tightly. "You're almost half way there."

Mary Jane sobbed, unable to remove her lips from his neck. His hands already circled around her slim waist pushed her downward, while plunging his hips upward, thrusting his cock deeper into her pussy.

"Are you a slut for my big cock, baby?" He asked teasing her.

"Ohhhhhmmmmmmm!" MJ groaned loudly, her fingers clawing into his back as his dick once more rammed home. "Uh-Hum!" She whimpered.

"What did you say?" Craig mocked.

"I AM!" Mary Jane shouted. "I am a slut for your big fucking cock!"

"Would you hate me if I told you I made up that story about my uncle just so I could screw you?" Craig held her hips, looking down at the juncture of their bodies where his bloated cock-tip disappeared into the clinging lips of her pussy.

"Fuck you! Bastard! I was being nice to you and all you could think was stretching my tight little pussy with that horse cock of yours!" Mary Jane teased him.

Inch by inch she was filled with his giant cock, until their pelvic bones met and they stay motionless for a minute. Craig looked like he had never felt anything this tight; his cock seemed incased in a vice of velvet. Mary Jane looked like she was going to split, but her pussy began to mold around his cock and it became pleasurable.

"I've wanted to fuck you ever since I fucking saw you!" He growled down at her as he looked down to watch his big, hard dick now sliding rapidly in and out of her pussy, his large balls slapping loudly against her ass.

"Oh, baby! Every man does!" MJ groaned as she rolled her eyes. "The difference is that none of them has a dick this fucking good! Yeah! Ummmmmm! So fucking big! Oh, I love the way you fuck me! Yes! Oh! Fuck me like a slut!"

"You're so fucking hot, bitch!" He growled down at her as he thrust his dick hard inside her, slamming all 11-inches inside her fully, her big tits bouncing up and down. He kept laughing as he pounded her away.

"You are without a doubt the hottest piece of ass I have ever nailed." Craig sneered.

"Ungg! Screw you!" MJ groaned.

"You won't be saying that when I fill your belly with Craig junior!" He snickered before lifting her up until half of his cock filled her aching pussy.

"Ohhh! Fuck me! Shoot all of your fucking cum into me! Knock me up! Fill me! Oh, fuck! That's so hot! Oh! Yeah! Make me pregnant baby! I'm cumming!" MJ yelled at the top of her lungs.

Her screams died in mixture of sobs and breathless sighs, she twisted against his grip and penetration. Clearlly, she had never been so openly naked, her legs spread so far apart. The pounding she was receiving was ruthless.

Craig fucked the redhead supermodel harder, she was his personal 'piece of ass', his cock filling plunge elaborating this fact. Mary Jane held on to Craig with all her might, incoherent mewls of pain and pleasure being emitted from her throat.

So stuffed with cock, being fucked so hard, only whimpers and shoulder biting was her reply. Her thoughts were just as incoherent as her words. The bastard kid smiled, his ego growing as 'Oh, gawds' echoed through his mind over and over.

His arms wrapped tightly around her back and waist were all the leverage Craig needed to fuck the beautiful redhead wife. One of his hands grasped tightly Mary Jane's buttocks, pulling her away from him before slamming her back against his body.

She gasped and groaned biting into his neck, scratching his back as he fucked her deliriously, slamming her into his hairy groin over and over. Her legs flayed over his shoulder, her toes curling as her feet kicked aimlessly in the air.

The orgasms were ripping her soul apart, she couldn't breathe, her naked loins were being pounded ruthlessly, and the cock inside her was deeper than anything she had ever felt. The lips of Craig upon her neck would leave a mark, she didn't care. Craig pounded her faster and faster, trying to penetrate her deeper and fill her flat belly with so much cock it bloated outward.

"Dear God!" Mary Jane whimpered, her body convulsed, her insides feeling as if she was going into seizure, her back arched, the muscles in her neck strained against her skin and still he continued slamming her back and forth against his body.

Craig fell to his knees holding Mary Jane tight against his body, smashing her heavy tits against his chest, his cocks began throbbing harder than before, his heavy balls tightened against her buttocks, and her insides looked as if they were on fire.

He suddenly laid her down upon the bed, smearing her across the mattress with all the delicacies of a bulldozer. He pounded his groin against hers in grinding pelvis-crushing motions. Her bare, neatly trimmed loins were impossibly slammed to his thick black pubic hair, sticky with sweat and her cum sprayed across her groin, splattered in a gooey mess.

"Ohhhhhhh! Ram that big fucking dick into my tight pussy! Fuck me hard! OH, YES! Like that! Fuck me so good! OHHHHHMmmmmmmm!" She groaned loudly as she continued thrusting herself back onto his invading rod. "God, you are splitting me open with your horse cock!"

Craig continued to fuck her hard, sending his cock deep into her juicy pussy as he bottomed out on each thrust. He was impaling her on his giant spear with each thrust into her tight, clutching cunt. 

"Ram it all the way in, baby!" Mary Jane gasped, and spread her legs further, as far as she could. "Fuck my pussy deep! Pound that big fat prick all the way in and out!"

Suddenly, the pressure exploded throughout her body in a giant blast of color and light. Her pussy clamped down on his plunging cock like a vise. The entire length of her rippling cunt grabbed at his thrusting prick and tried to milk all the sperm from it.

Her sleeve tightened on his iron hard tool as he pushed in and pulled out, demanding his cum. She heard a far off scream of orgasmic ecstasy and slowly realized it was herself crying out in final release. 

"Unnngghhh! Your prick is enormous! Oh, I had no idea it could be this good! It feels so good in my pussy! Harder! Fuck my cunt as hard as you can, Craig! Gimme your baby!"

She bucked, thrust, and rocked underneath him in a screaming, thundering climax that seemed to go on forever. Craig plunged deep into her exploding cunt one final time and began to fire rope after rope of burning hot cum into her climaxing womb.

It was like a geyser going off in her cunt. His cum poured out of him in eruption after eruption coating the inside of her burning snatch and then squeezing out around the base of his rampaging cock as he continued to thrust into her pussy again and again. Their co-mingled juices flowed down her legs in rivers of white sticky strands and pooled on the floor at her feet.

Katzenberg could see Craig's large balls contracting: load after large load of hot, white, sticky cum, shot deep inside her unprotected pussy, deep into her womb as she was shivering and shaking from her orgasm.

The kid continued to ram his big 11-inch dick hard into her tight pussy for what seemed like an eternity, until he pumped her full with his cum. That was too much for Mary Jane, as she just passed out by all the drugs plus the excitement.

Craig's cum filled her completely and started running out of her, down her legs, and dripped onto the floor. He just stood up, wiped his cock clean with her bikini bottom and headed for the kitchen to grab some cold water.

Another big rush of cum escaped MJ's cunt and pelted the mattress six inches from the previous drops. Katzenberg could see large globs of his nephew's seed leaking from the supermodel's cunt, now a complete mess, all red and swollen, and making a puddle under her ass.

"Damn, Parker! Your wife is so fucking hot!" Craig mocked Peter's sleeping form. "None of the school bitches I fucked was nearly like her! Did you see how much she enjoyed my big cock up her tight little pussy? Oh, right... You didn't... You were sleeping. I doubt she will ever be that tight again when I finish with her, but Look on the bright side, you are taking all the credit for it..."

Just as Craig was about to mount MJ again, the video went black. Katzenberg had his own cum running down his hands, and was overwhelmed by what he had just witnessed. If he'd only known at the time all of the things that were still to happen at the company trip...

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