Chronicles of Spider-Man, Part 02

Chronicles of Spider-Man, Part 02 [part 2 of 5]
By: JohnSmith

"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..."

"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."

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.

MJ knew that this is what her body had been made for. She began to push her hips back at his cock, to force it deeper into her cunt. Soon, she was grunting and moaning, begging him. "Harder... Harder!" she pleaded. "Yes! That's it, Tiger! Do it. Fuck my tight pussy... Harder!"

He continued to slide into her with deep hard thrusts. MJ's buttocks were bouncing up and down like a piston in a sport car's eng