XXX Spider-Man is defeated by the most unlikely enemy

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 caf�s, 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.