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Her friendship with Kate Bishop was one of the craziest things that had ever happened in Yelena Belova’s life, which, of course, was saying something. After all, if a woman raised to be the perfect assassin says that befriending a New York girl is the wildest thing that’s ever happened to her, there’s got to be a funny backstory, at the very least.
What made it so strange was the fact that, before they became friends, Yelena had tried to kill Kate’s mentor, Clint Barton, and had no qualms about hurting her too while pursuing her revenge.
When it was all over, though, the two grew close. Kate was a sunny girl, always ready to make friends and quick with a quip—something that occasionally made Yelena want to cut her ears off, but it was fine.
Under normal circumstances, Yelena would probably have kept Kate at a distance, putting up a wall to avoid forming the kind of bonds the Red Room had taught her were forbidden.
But the truth was, Yelena felt lonely—deeply lonely. The death of her sister, with whom she had only recently reconciled before the Blip, had hit her hard, and now Yelena didn’t really know what to do with her life.
So, as much as she’d never admit it out loud (otherwise Kate would triumphantly remind her of it every day for the rest of their lives), Kate was welcome in her life. With their traits, Kate and Yelena complemented each other well: where Yelena was ruthless, Kate was kind (maybe too kind); where Yelena was cold and tended to hide her emotions, Kate was sunny and, essentially, an open book with her feelings. Things like that.
So it’s no surprise that Yelena moved to New York, effectively becoming Kate’s roommate. She needed the warmth that connecting with a girl like Kate brought her.
Over the months, the two of them talked about practically everything, unafraid to be honest with each other. Yelena commented on her clothes (she kept trying to convince her to wear something tighter—Kate had a great body, why not show it off?), while Kate, for her part, hit on a point that Yelena herself had realized but hadn’t been able to address.
“You need to get laid, Lena,” Kate said confidently, using the nickname she’d come up with for her. “You think I haven’t tried?” Yelena replied shamelessly. If there was one thing she wasn’t ashamed of, it was her body and, by extension, her sexuality.
“I don’t want to hook up with some random guy from a bar. I want someone serious who can give me what I need,” the blonde woman said, her voice tinged with frustration. It seemed like those simple requirements were too high a standard these days, much to her disgust.
“Listen, I have a friend who I think might be perfect for you… why don’t I set you up on a blind date, and you give him a chance?” Yelena grimaced at her best (and only) friend’s words.
“I don’t know… I hate not being in control of things, and here I wouldn’t even know who I’m meeting,” said the sister of the late Natasha Romanoff, doubtfully. The Red Room had taught her to control every little detail of her life, eliminating any variables of surprise.
“Trust me, Lena… it’ll be worth it,” Yelena caught a hint of excitement in her friend’s voice, which made her frown. Why was Kate suddenly so excited?
“What do you mean?” she asked, curious to know what made this date so worth a chance. In response, Kate grabbed her phone and quickly started typing on it before turning it toward Yelena, completely shocking her.
On the phone was a photo from Kate’s gallery, and it wasn’t just any photo. No, it was a picture of the biggest dick Yelena had ever seen—something most “normal” women might have found almost monstrous.
Yelena understood why Kate had gotten excited, because the same thing happened to her, feeling a rush of heat between her thighs. “This… this is your friend’s dick?” she asked, completely stunned.
Kate, with a wide grin, nodded almost triumphantly. “So, you want to give this blind date a chance, Lena?” she asked knowingly, as if she already knew the answer.
Which, of course, she did, because after seeing that photo, there was only one possible response for a woman like Yelena Belova:
“Hell yes.”
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Yelena had booked a motel room for that night. Her goal for this blind date wasn’t to go out to dinner with whoever the guy with the massive dick Kate had shown her was—it was to get fucked hard until she passed out.
Kate had explained a bit more about how she knew this guy. Apparently, he was also from New York, and they had met in school. Over the years, they’d gone from friends to friends with benefits, and Kate had enjoyed that massive dick multiple times.
Yelena was impressed—she didn’t think Kate had it in her, yet it seemed they shared the same passions in the bedroom.
Shaking her head, Yelena pushed thoughts of her friend aside, focusing on what was about to happen. Yelena decided to take it a step further, already stripping off her clothes.
She’d make it clear from the start what she wanted from this evening the moment that well-endowed guy walked into the room. And so, with a bold move, Yelena decided to strip completely naked and wait for her mysterious date.
After all, Yelena was proud of her body and wouldn’t be fazed by being seen naked by him, whoever he was. If he liked Kate enough to become friends with benefits, Yelena knew he’d like her body too. No modesty here—she felt she was hotter than her friend.
Just as the last piece of clothing hit the floor, a surge of adrenaline coursed through Yelena’s veins when she heard a knock at the door. She’d left it unlocked on purpose, and with an excited smile, her heart pounding, she said confidently, “Come in.”
Yelena wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but a man in a costume certainly wasn’t it. She made no attempt to cover herself, though her interest dropped a notch. What kind of person shows up to a date cosplaying as Spider-Man?
“Hi, you must be Yelena, right?” he asked, his eyes (hidden by the costume) clearly scanning her body with appreciation. “Yeah, you’re… Kate’s friend, right?” she asked, her voice a bit skeptical as she eyed his costume, receiving a nod in return.
“Do you always cosplay for a date?” Yelena couldn’t resist asking, her tone slightly mocking. “Cosplay? What…” he said, surprised, before pausing. “Wait, you think this is a cosplay? What the hell did Kate tell you?” His words caught her off guard. Had she misunderstood?
“She didn’t tell me anything. She wanted to set me up on a ‘blind date,’ you know,” she said, making him burst out laughing as he pulled off his mask. Underneath was the face of a very attractive guy.
“Typical Kate. Well, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Peter, and the costume I’m wearing… it’s not a cosplay. It’s mine. I’m Spider-Man.” Yelena had seen too much in recent years to be completely shocked, but the news still surprised her.
“How does Kate know freaking Spider-Man?” she asked, raising an eyebrow—the most surprise she’d show for something like this. Peter, as he called himself, laughed as he removed the rest of his costume.
“We met in school, before I became Spider-Man,” he said, now down to his boxers, the bulge in them making her lick her lips hungrily. “And she knows you’re Spider-Man?” she asked, not looking at his face, her eyes fixed on his lower half.
“Yeah, when we reconnected years later, Clint introduced us, and… well, I guess she at least told you what we’ve been over the past few years,” he said with a smile. “Now, do you want to keep talking about Kate, or do you want some action? Your naked body on display is testing my restraint,” he warned, looking at her with hunger in his green eyes.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked, spreading her arms and legs, showing everything she had to offer. Peter, Spider-Man, or whatever his name was, didn’t need to be told twice, and in no time, the two spiders—the Black Widow and Spider-Man—ended up on the motel room bed.
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When Kate had told him she wanted him to sleep with the sister of the famous Natasha Romanoff, her best friend Yelena, Peter was speechless.
When he regained the use of his tongue, though, he couldn’t have agreed faster, especially when Kate showed him a photo—a selfie of the two of them together.
Yelena Belova was seriously hot, and Peter was now eager to go to bed with her too. The sex he had with Kate the night she made the proposal was harder than usual, leaving her completely passed out. Just the thought of Yelena had been enough to make him give 110%, rewarding Kate for being such a good friend.
But now, it wasn’t Kate he was thinking about as he was balls-deep in Yelena Belova’s wet pussy, pounding her from behind as she screamed at the top of her lungs.
The Black Widow, apparently, was a bit of an exhibitionist, which is why she’d left the window open, letting anyone hear how much she was enjoying his cock in her pussy.
A normal person might have told her they shouldn’t, that it could lead to embarrassing consequences or whatever, but the truth was, Peter didn’t care. In his life, he’d done far kinkier things than this, though he wouldn’t go around telling people.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she moaned loudly. “How the hell are you this big? Not even the dildos I bought at the sex shop near Kate’s place are this long.” Her words made him let out a breathless laugh as her pussy tightened around his cock.
“Good genes,” he replied, twisting one of her nipples from behind, making her moan in both pain and pleasure. “But also a bite from a radioactive spider that had a few side effects.”
With that, Peter pulled her hair, bringing her face close to his, and kissed her hard, dominating her mouth with his tongue while continuing to thrust, swallowing her moans of pleasure. For a Black Widow, one of the most powerful women on Earth, Yelena had submitted to him surprisingly easily.
All the better, because Peter was thoroughly enjoying the chance to have a woman like Yelena Belova taking his cock deep. Before the beauty in front of him could come, though, Peter pulled out, a sudden old desire surfacing.
“Sit up. There’s a position I’ve always wanted to try, but none of the women I’ve been with were flexible enough to pull it off,” he said, his words only seeming to excite her more as she gave him a fiery look and sat back on the bed.
“I want you to lift your legs as high as you can and hold your feet up in the air with your hands. Can you do that?” he asked, curious and hopeful. “Watch and learn what a Black Widow can do,” was Yelena’s response as she immediately assumed the position he’d suggested.
“Good, now hold it,” he said with a smile, thrusting back into her pussy with a single stroke. Peter had always wanted to try this position for a specific reason: it would let him reach a depth in his partner that was rarely possible.
The problem, of course, was that for “normal” women, holding that position for more than a minute was tough, especially while a cock as big as Peter’s was driving them wild with pleasure.
But Yelena wasn’t a normal woman. She’d been enhanced to become a warrior capable of facing any enemy, with flexibility to overcome any obstacle. So it was no surprise she could hold the position and take his cock at the same time.
“Fuck, it’s like I can feel you in my stomach,” Yelena moaned. “You don’t have a cock; you have a weapon of mass reproduction.” Her quip made him laugh. He liked Yelena—she was just like Kate in that way, witty and attractive, the kind of woman Peter liked (wonder why, huh?).
Over the next ten minutes of hard fucking, Peter guided Yelena through orgasm after orgasm. The fact that she could keep going as if nothing had happened despite the multiple explosive climaxes he was giving her made the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man realize Kate was right—Yelena was seriously pent-up.
All the better for Peter, to be honest. He was loving the chance to, in Kate’s words, “give Yelena the fucking she needed.”
For the first time in his life, though, Peter was the first to give in. As Yelena’s pussy somehow became even hotter and tighter, turning into a furnace that deliciously engulfed his cock, the exquisite stimulation inevitably made his balls tighten as his cock pulsed, unloading the entire contents of his heavy testicles into the blonde Black Widow.
The orgasm was so powerful for Peter that it left him feeling momentarily weak in the legs as he pulled out, his cock softened (though still massive by normal standards).
With a smile, Yelena began kissing his member gently, aware of how sensitive it must be in that moment. “I hope you’ve got more in you to keep going soon,” she said with a challenging grin. “Kate promised you’d satisfy me completely, and I’m at least a couple of orgasms away from being knocked out.”
Peter had always loved a challenge, and with a swift move, he flipped their positions again. The night was far from over.
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Even when the night ended, the story between Peter and Yelena didn’t. That night, Yelena had had so much fun that the next time she saw Kate, she politely asked (okay, begged) her to let her join her and Peter in their “friends with benefits” arrangement.
Her request didn’t seem to surprise her best friend—it excited her, and Kate was quick to say yes, pulling her into a new world of complete debauchery and perversion.
Yelena was fairly new to sharing a man with another woman, but the fact that it was her best friend (and that she was also damn sexy) quickly dissolved any awkwardness, to the point that Kate became as much her lover as Peter was.
The two single beds in the house Yelena and Kate shared soon became one king-sized bed, and the household went from two to three members, with Peter spending more time at their place than his own.
So it’s no surprise that, exactly a year after that night in the motel, as an “anniversary” gift, Yelena and Kate proposed that Peter officially move in with them, even throwing a small house party with the few friends they had.
In the end, Kate’s plan had worked perfectly. Yelena got the fucking she needed and, most importantly, no longer felt alone.
All thanks to Kate Bishop’s depravity and Peter Parker’s massive cock.