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Chronicles of Spider-Man
by JohnSmith (ash21230@hotmail.com)

***

Spider-Man is defeated by the most unlikely enemy. (MF, 
nc, voy, size, movie-parody)

***

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 sixteen! 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.

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.

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!"

"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...

END

Thanks for reading, feedback appreciated.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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