9 months due...

"OH! OH! OH! FUCK ME NICKY! YES! YES! YES!" Mary Jane screamed out getting plowed from behind.

Katzenberg had his hands gripped on to MJ's haunches and was slamming into her furiously.

"NGGHHH!... Fuck Yeah!.... NNNGHhhh! Take it! Take it!" He grunted out over and over.

*WHAP!*

*WHAP!*

*WHAP!*

"Oh Fuck Red! NGGHHHHHH! Fuck YES!" Katzenberg continued, his hips colliding into Mary Jane's very ample ass cheeks. The sounds of flesh-on-flesh contact reverberating loudly in the room.

Normally MJ would be a bit self-conscious about putting on weight and her larger tits flopping hard, but Nicky was hitting all her spots once again, making her lose all self-control.

"F-f-fuck Nick! Oh! OH MY GOD! OH MY GODDDDDD!" She continued screaming, her hand reaching to rub at her clit to send herself into overdrive.

Katzenberg grabbed her very large belly, feeling the kicks from her very large baby bump. Despite being due any minute, their sexual escapades continued until the last possible minutes.

Katzenberg wasn't close to completing. He was used to giving Mary Jane multiple upon multiple orgasm. One of the many reasons why MJ was going to stick with Nick Katzenberg.

He leaned over her, hugging her tightly, his hands gripped at her pregnant belly as he just thrusted in more and more.

"Yeah! ...NNNghhh! FUCK Yeah! NNNHGGH!"

During the heavy sexual session Mary Jane's phone started to ring. Her body shaking forward and backwards, she fumbled it a bit , but was able to pick it up while getting fucked.

"Y-Y-YES?!" she panted out heavily.

"MJ it's me... Peter!"

"Oh FUCK! Peter! PETER?! Oh! OH! OHHHHHHHH!" She continued on.

Parker spoke quickly as he had finally been able to talk with his long-lost wife.

"Look...I was teleported away by some magic cult. They were worshippers of some demons and look... I am so sorry... I promise... That we will," he started out, but interrupted his dialog to ask a question, "Are you okay MJ?" He could hear her heavy breathing. It sounded as if she was in distress. "Are you having the baby?!"

"Oh f-f-fuckkkkkk...Sorry *pant* Peter....ummm..FUCk! NO!... NO! NO! Don't Stop! Don't Stop!"

Peter stared at his phone for a minute. Even with it away from his ear he could hear a cacophony of sounds from the other line: grunting, slapping, moaning.

Mary Jane was able to eke out in-between hard pounding thrusts, "ummm...P-P-Pregnant...Oh! Oh! OH!....P-p-pilates....."

Peter quizzically looked at his phone before replying, thinking to himself, *Pregnant Pilates?*

"Ok. Well, ummmm.... I still need to get home... I'll see you soon honey... Love you."

"YES! YES! YESSSSSSS!" She screamed out as she collapsed and threw her phone across the room.

Peter smiled as he swung away. All his time spent apart from his wife in another dimension had made his love even stronger. He had battled demons and aliens, fought villains and creatures, and now where he was a mere hour away via webs to his home and his love.

"Sounds like MJ is super excited to see me again. I can't wait," he said picking up his pace to finally get home.

On the other disconnected end, Mary Jane laid face down on the bed in a pool of sweat and sexual fluids. Nick Katzenberg slumped atop of her, his heavy breath heaving into her neck.

"Ohhhhh baby..... that was.... incredible," she whispered to him, his throbbing cock inside of her quim pulsing out load after load.

"He he he," Katzenberg chuckled, "Just call me the incredible cock baby."

MJ laughed as she slid a hand down to feel her lover's member still inside or her.

"How about more than incredible?" She followed up.

Nick grinned. "And what do I call you gorgeous? Miss MARVEL-ous Pussy? Titana Tits? No, better yet... Fire-Crotch Storm?"

The both laughed together, connected.

She felt him atop of her, his weight on her making her feel secure and loved.

"How about you just call me 'yours' lover," she said leaning her face to his.

"Forever baby... forever," he said kissing at her neck.

Mary Jane *giggled*. This was her favorite part... the heat inside of her slowly sliding down her thighs, the closeness of her lover, the honesty of being together post-orgasm.

"Think Peter will finally figure it out babe?" Katzenberg asked his paramour, his cock slowly sliding out of Mary Jane.

"I don't think he has a choice my love," she replied, as she turned and wrapped her legs around Nick Katzenberg's naked body, her mouth deeply kissing his.