The aftermath

After Katzenberg's limo dropped MJ off at her and Peter's low rent apartment, she went inside and made a bee line for the shower.

She stayed underneath the hot spray of water, feeling a bit lucky there was hot water at all. The night started to come back to her as she recovered. All the sex they had was flooding her mind:

She saw herself in cowgirl. Her hips bucking up and down, writhing against his large hairy body. Her nails digging into his chest as she rode him. She would grind into him hard and *pop* her ass against his legs, but his thick cock remained entrenched inside her, causing her to cum and his juicy load to fill her up.

She saw herself in reverse cowgirl. Her hands reaching down to her pussy to feel Katzenberg's full cock tightly dragging in and out of her pussy. She switched between rubbing at her clit and grasping his moving shaft, her other free hand digging into a tit echoing the intense pleasure. Her head wildly swung upwards as she orgasmed hard on top of his body. As quickly as she bucked her plump ass in front of him, he pulled her into him, forcing her to cum again in quick succession. Her body collapsing down as she was filled yet again.

She saw herself in doggy position. Katzenberg was slapping her ass hard as he rammed her from behind *WHAP!* Her body pushed and pulled forward and backward, and she saw her face as she orgasmed hard, the stunned face she had rarely, if ever, had seen before. Her hand reached down feeling her filled pussy as he throbbed in another load. Her legs were wobbly, and her chest fell to the bed trying to recover as she breathed deeply.

She saw herself in missionary. Her eyes were glazed over, lost in a haze of sexual ecstasy. Katzenberg was pistoning his cock inside of her, completely railing her body as he held her legs up high. The loud *smack* *smack* *smack* of their bodies colliding imprinting on her mind. As he gritted his teeth, he came yet again inside of her, forcing her to orgasm over and over.

Were there more positions? Were there more orgasms? More loads inside of her? How long were they at it? MJ was lost in her thoughts as she tried to wash away the memories of the event.

He made her come each time. Every... damn... time. So many orgasms that she lost count. 4? 5? 6? Hell... 10? It seemed impossible to her.

*There's no way could Katzenberg do that, could he?*

Mary Jane rubbed at her cunt with great care and ease. She felt that it was definitely worked... hard.

*Peter never fucked me like that...* she thought

*...But Peter loves me... and makes love to me... and it's.... nice sex... loving... soft... sex* she continued.

It was different to say the least. She had been married to Peter for years. He just wasn't a hard fucking, multiple orgasm guy... and that was okay... right?

And sometimes she didn't cum. Sometimes she just laid back and let Peter finish himself off... moaning to ensure he was none-the-wiser. It was good acting practice she always thought. But again, that was okay... right?

As she finally dipped a finger inside, she tried to make sure she wasn't still holding any Katzenberg semen left behind. She needed to be cleaned. No traces of Nick on her or inside her.... at all.

She thought about the cum that finally oozed out, *Fuck... is he even fertile?...* imagining his very active swimmers down there.

Then a nightmare thought hit her.

*...shit, am I right now?*

She wasn't sure where she was at in her cycle and needed to clear her head, get some perspective. No better thing for her than to go for a run. Her vagina was sore, but she was going to suck it up and exercise, despite the pain down below.

As she got fully dressed in her tight yoga pants and sports bra, she slipped on her running shoes and made her way out the door.

Taking one last rub of her abused vagina over her pants, she said aloud, "Maybe pick up a plan B?"