MJ stays

Faced with keeping her dignity or her husband's secret, Mary Jane opted to keep Peter's secret. She cursed Peter in her mind.

*Goddamit Peter... * She didn't want to do this, but here she was stuck in a situation she couldn't get out of due to Spider-Man, or more exactly the secret of Spider-Man.

Taking a deep breath, she reluctantly tugged out Katzenberg's thick cock, gingerly letting it flop outside of his now opened trousers. MJ didn't want to look at it knowing it was an additional sin she was starting to accumulate. She also knew, despite it being Katzenberg, it was a new temptation for her.

When she finally did break down and look over at the exposed shlong, Mary Jane was astounded at the size and girth.

"What the fuck Katzenberg!" She exclaimed as she felt his hot meat rod.

He chuckled and smiled watching Mary Jane stare at his now on-display cock.

Her hand looked small in comparison with the throbbing cock. The veiny length was getting bigger and bigger in her grasp as he started to get more erect.

"Impressive ain't it hun? I take it little Petey ain't doing so well in the 'hardware' department down there. *tsk *tsk* *tsk* It's going to be a special day when this thing slides into your sweet, sweet pussy," he said as he pushed against her tight cunt opening. "Now....take off your panties," he commanded MJ, his mouth right at her ear.

"No! No way in hell are you and I about to... about to... well you know what Katzenberg!"

Mary Jane didn't want to vocalize it. She didn't want to visualize it, nor imagine it. The mere words themselves would seem to bring it to existance. This was something MJ would not do... ever.

"Woah... woah.. woah...Calm down sugar tits... I just want a... souvenir " he said with an evil grin, "And the word is fuck."

Hearing it from Katzenberg, it echoed in the limousine. The word 'fuck' and all its dirty connotations were emblazoned in MJ's mind.

"Some like to call it making sweet love.... hahaha..."

She stared at him for a second before he followed up, "haha... but I'm gonna... fuck... your brains out when the time comes... call it what you'd like."

Mary Jane shook her head to get that image out of her mind.

"A souvenir?" She asked. "Just that?"

Katzenberg licked his lips, "Just that baby..."

MJ took a minute to think about it, but ultimately, she grabbed the waistband of her lacy thong, and shimmying it down to not reveal too much, slipped it past her high heels. She tossed it towards Katzenberg who closed his eyes smiling and pushed the balled-up fabric to his nose taking a deep whiff.

"MMMMMmmmmm....... like fuckin' roses."

"Anything else... asshole?"

Katzenberg grinned as he pushed the panty down at her full hand, "Wrap my dick up and stroke me baby."

"What the fuck..." she mumbled out.

MJ overly disgusted, put her lacy thong around his cock head, giving him a fabric barrier for his dick.

She had never had to deal with anything like this before. Peter never asked for her to jerk him off. To be honest, it wasn't something she had done since her very early days of sexual activity with boys from around the neighborhood. Not Peter obviously. She knew she wasn't great at it, but for Peter's secret she decided she'd give it a go.

Katzenberg had her wrap it around his cock head and **** her to give him a hand job. He moved her hand up and down, getting MJ into rhythm.

"Mmmh,.. yeahhhh baby... That's it... Keep going," Nick said as he licked his lips leering at MJ's full tits.

As he was being stroked, he pushed his finger into MJ feeling her wetness more and more. He replicated the rhythm against his cock with the fingers now driving against Mary Jane's wet pussy.

Without any fabric to protect MJ, Katzenberg pushed his fingers against her walls. MJ winced as she kept stroking his thick shaft.

He teased her, rubbing her clit and returning to push in more. The wet *squish* they both obviously felt gave away MJ's arousal.

She knew she shouldn't be aroused, but she was untouched by anyone but Peter for so long. And to be honest, it had been a while since even Peter had touched her down there. This mysterious hand rubbing in and around her most private areas made her unwittingly moist.

Suddenly Nick pushed a digit inside of MJ's wet pussy. MJ tried to stifle an audible moan, but Nicky caught her. "Mmmmfffff...." through her bit lip.

"Hehe.... just imagine this pipe... pushing in and out of you Red....mmmmmh...."

Katzenberg slid his finger in and up inside of Mary Jane. This only spurred MJ to stroke Nick faster and faster.

"Yeah baby. Thats it.... keep it going....mmmmmm....almost there...," Nick says as he stared at MJ's body.

MJ flushed faced, tried to look away but she could feel herself being violated physically and mentally. She hated that this was arousing her, and even worse that it was Katzemberg doing it.

Within the next couple of seconds, Katzenberg finnaly erupts, "Ohhhhhh Fuckkk yeahhhhhh baby."

Rope after rope after rope of thick, warm goo filling her hand and former undergarment. MJ tried her hardest to pull away, but Katzenberg held her hand tightly until the final pulse of his seed filled her panty.

"Mmmmhhh yeahhhhhh ... that was fucking worth it Red.... You have made a man's dreams come true this evening."

She finally got to the end and quickly pulled her hand away, but Katzenberg tosses the semen-filled fabric at her, "Well?"

"Well what?" MJ asked back incredulously as she scooted the soiled panty to the limo floor.

"... put em back on baby."

She sneered back at Katzenberg, "You're kidding, right?"

But she knew he wasn't.

"When I said souvenir... I meant for you Red. Put them on." This time said more forcefully from Katzenberg.

She obliged and slid them back up, feeling his wet seed right against her wet cunt.

"Ugh. Gross."