Night Two

Natasha’s Underground Hideout, Budapest, 2:13 AM

The secret door opened. Yelena Belmova – short blonde hair, tight white leather dress, icy green eyes – entered. Bottle of vodka in hand, devilish smile. Natasha lay on the leather couch, only a red scarf around her neck, her body still glowing from the night before. Bruce sat next to her, mask half-off, his penis protruding from his loose black pants.

**Yelena (slams bottle on table):** “I heard the Gotham Bat tore my sister’s pussy. I want to see if it was worth it.”

Natasha laughed, stood up, untied the scarf. Her breasts were free. She moved closer to Yelena, pressed their lips together – a deep, tongue-in-cheek kiss. Bruce just watched, his cock getting harder.

Yelena took off her clothes – nothing underneath. Her shaved pussy and pink cheeks gleamed. Natasha pushed her towards Bruce.

**Natasha (in Yelena's ear):** "Go sit on his face. Let him see what Russian widows are like."

Yelena sat on Bruce's face – her pussy on his mouth, her ass on his nose. Bruce thrust his tongue deep, like the night before with Natasha. Yelena moaned, twisted her waist. Natasha knelt down, pulled Bruce's pants down, pulled out his thick cock. She took it in her mouth – down her throat, her saliva dripping onto Bruce's balls.

Yelena and Natasha worked simultaneously: Yelena sat on Bruce's face and turned, Natasha sucked Bruce's cock and stroked it with her hand. Bruce put his hand on Yelena's hip, stuck his finger in her tight hole. Yelena screamed, his water splashed on Bruce's face.

Natasha stood up, sat on Bruce's cock - from behind, facing Yelena. Bruce's cock went all the way to her pussy. Yelena got down, sat on Bruce's knee, pressed her pussy to Natasha's pussy. They both started to rotate - pussy to pussy, clitoris to clitoris. Bruce was thrusting from below, his cock going in and out of Natasha.

**Yelena (panting):** "Now it's my turn, bat."

Natasha stepped aside. Yelena sat on Bruce's cock - her pussy was tighter than Natasha's, like hot velvet. Bruce moaned. Natasha stood behind Yelena, grabbed her breasts from behind, twisted their nipples. Yelena was bouncing up and down, her cum pouring onto Bruce's stomach.

Bruce got up, laid them both on the floor – Natasha underneath, Yelena on top. He pushed Bruce's cock into Natasha's pussy, then out and into Yelena's. Alternately – one thrust into Natasha, one thrust into Yelena. Both were screaming, their hands locked.

**Natasha (screaming):** "In her ass... now!"

Bruce turned Yelena over, grabbed her from behind. He soaked his cock with Natasha's cum, pressed it into Yelena's ass hole. Yelena held her breath. Bruce went all the way down – tight, hot, forbidden. Natasha lay under Yelena, tongued Yelena's pussy, while Bruce pounded from behind.

Yelena orgasmed – her cum splashed on Natasha’s face. Bruce also ejaculated inside Yelena’s ass – his hot cum poured out of the tight hole, dripping onto Natasha’s palm. Natasha put her finger inside her pussy, played with Bruce’s cum and Yelena’s cum, until she came to her own.

**5 AM**

Three sweaty bodies lay on top of each other. Yelena on Bruce’s chest, Natasha on Yelena. The vodka bottle was empty, the floor was covered in torn clothes and fluids. Bruce put the mask back on, but his smile wasn’t hidden under it.

Natasha laughed, handed Yelena the wet Batarang.