Stretching Kate

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

Kate slowly opened her eyes, feeling groggy and disoriented, a musky sweaty dude smell thick in her nose. As she blinked, an unfamiliar room came into view, and her eyes widened in shock at the raunchy scene before her.

A big pair of perfectly rounded mocha buttcheeks were bouncing up and down atop a couple of long smooth feminine legs lying splayed out upon a bed right in front of her. A length of thick flesh-toned strap-on was revealed to be piercing her slick vagina with every bounce before it was rhythmically engulfed once more.

The wet sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, as watery fluids leaked out of the woman's widely spread vagina, coating the tool and the pale hips and thighs of the woman beneath her. Kate watched in stunned silence as the pink slit was stretched over the phallus again and again.

What the freaking hell?!

Kate twisted in her seat, a beanbag chair, finding her wrists bound behind her back. She struggled against her bonds, finding them tight and resistant to her efforts. Her legs were free and she could easily kick up at even this awkward angle but she needed to figure out what the hell was going on before she took action- had Black Widow hit her with her Bite!?

Wait- What was she wearing?!

She clamped her inexplicably gartered but otherwise bare legs together as she wasn't wearing panties and the purple gauzy hem of her tiny lingerie set wasn't covering anything!

Kate's heart was racing, both from the shock of the situation and a dawning awareness of a growing arousal between her legs. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her, the sight of the thick strap-on and the way it was being used making her pulse quicken.

But as she watched, she became increasingly aware of the pungent, musky scent in the air, like a mix of sweat and testosterone. And as she shifted, she couldn't help but notice the throbbing sensation between her legs, her own erect clit making itself known.

What the hell was happening to her? Why was she feeling like this? And why was she tied up and watching these two women having sex?

The sound of the woman's moans and the wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, and Kate couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as she watched them. She wanted to feel that kind of pleasure, that kind of release.

What?! No, she didn't!

Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a plan. She needed to find a way out of this situation.

"Hey, girl! How you doing?"

The Latina had half twisted around to look back at Kate, revealing one great big boob in profile as she did so. She had a brilliant smile on her beautiful face as she greeted Kate with familiarity, as if they were old friends catching up. Kate was taken aback by the sudden greeting, feeling a mixture of confusion and embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising situation.

"Um... hi," Kate managed to stammer out, her voice unnaturally high. "Can you please untie me? I don't know what's going on here. And it looks like you guys are busy with the uh- sex. So I'll just be on my way…"

"Oh not so soon, mi precioso Baby-Kate!"

Kate blushed and looked away as a pair of sensuous white hands appeared, one sinking its fingers deep into the Latina's bountiful butt-flesh while the other cupped and teased the revealed breast.

"Um.. please?" She tried while her eyes darted around the room, taking in every detail. It was just a normal looking bedroom, a New York apartment tenement by the view outside the window. Not much in here other than a dresser with a big mirror and a small kitchenette visible through an open doorway spoke to the small size of the place, "Look I... I don't know you and-"

She laughed. "Oh, honey, we may not have met before, but you're gonna love me! I'm America! Nice to meetcha!"

America then abruptly turned back even as she languidly got off her knees to straddle her partner with her feet planted on either side of her hips. She sank into a deep posterior-accenting squat, her curvaceous backside hovering inches above the other woman's crotch, the thick plastic shaft connecting them both intimately.

Okay, that was it.

Ignoring itchy stiffened nipples and a concerning moisture in her core, Kate acrobatically launched to her feet despite her bound hands and unhelpfully gushy bean-bag chair. She spun in place and made for the door.

She'd just managed to run to the doorway when a pair of very strong hands grabbed her.

She squawked, rendered completely stunned by their placement as she was picked up by her groin! A thumb was WAY up between her buttcheeks and there were fingers all over the front!

An abrupt sensation of movement, wind blasting past her ears and she was ungainly deposited onto her shoulder on the bed, America landing on her back beside her a moment later.

What-how-?

Kate's nose was booped.

"Naughty little copia, you're not allowed to run away from becoming real" America said, still sounding chipper despite the interruption even as she tossed her curly hair back and looked down past their bodies, "Now Nat, let's see what you can do with that big white cock!"

The sniper panicked, seeing one of her idols knee-walking towards her on the bed with an -absolutely enormous- strap-on was rather intimidating, “W-wait! Crazy lady, I-I can give you money! A-a car!? Just please don-!”

“Shhh,” A finger pressed against quivering lips, to then trace its way down all the way to her other quivering lips. “How can you be so scared when your sexy body is enjoying itself so much?” The dripping fingers of America playfully showed Kate her acidic leavings as she stared in shock.

“H-how? What did you do to me?”

“Nothing. You’re just enjoying the atmosphere, Katie.”

More rubbing downstairs, and Ms. Bishop couldn’t deny some level of enjoyment from just a simple finger tracing the outline of her labia. Liquid gushing from her the moment America’s teasing even got close to her clit. “B-but… I’m n-not ah~! S-slut!” She tried to deny, even with a violent surge of pleasure that pulsed through her soul. There was a part of her that wanted to deny even being attracted to girls, but she literally had to hold her mouth closed to stop the moans from seeping through.

“Sluts are just women who know what they like,” said Natasha on her approach. “Just calm down and enjoy yourself. Consider this Avengers training if you’d like.”

Kate swallowed, feeling a little overwhelmed by the two women. Like the tide of reason was leaving her shore, and the lusts of her body had taken over the island. “A-are the Avengers just a b-bunch of perverts?”

“Hehe, have you seen the way they dress?” America teased, knowing the effects of Mark’s sweat canister was beginning to take hold. “You wanna be a hero, copia-kate? You better get used to being open to everything.”

The twin headed snakes coiled around Kate’s logic, stroking her clit faster as Nat grabbed the sniper’s knees to spread her legs slowly. There wasn’t much Kate could do to fight back, and slowly her will to resist was being erased as well. The white strap-on between Black Widow’s legs looking juicer and thicker by the second.

Black Widow-THE Black Widow continued to spread Kate's legs wider, their V-shape becoming more pronounced as her hips and buttocks raised off the bed.

"Very flexible. I can see you're quite the gymnast," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Thanks…" Katie managed and found herself babbling in the face of this totally unprecedented situation, "I can do a triple somersault with a twist too, but I don't think that'll come in handy right about now."

“Oh I don’t know.” remarked Natasha, “When it comes to the antics of superpowered individuals, you never know what might come in handy." Her eyes glinted mischievously, and Kate felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine.

She could feel her pussy throbbing with need, the wetness spreading down her thighs. With her legs spread so wide, her butthole was completely exposed too, and she could feel a blush rising to her cheeks. Natasha's massive strap-on towered before both her holes, and she couldn't help but gulp in nervousness. The size of it was just unreal, and she couldn't imagine how it could possibly fit inside her.

Suddenly, she let out a gasp as America's hand snaked over and found her clit, rubbing it firmly and causing her to moan uncontrollably. "Oh god," she panted, her hips arching up involuntarily. "That...that thing is way too big," she said, gesturing to the strap-on with a shaking hand. "I don't think I can...take it."

Natasha smirked, the corners of her mouth turning up in a wicked grin, "Oh, don't worry, Kate. I've had plenty of experience handling big things."

"W-wait, were the rumours of you and Hulk tru…ohhh…" she trailed off as Black Widow brought the head of the toy right to her pussy which thanks to the position of her legs was partially open and accepting of the very tip inside.

Then the redhead was slowly driving inside and Kate could do nothing but watch and feel as her folds bulged wide around the wrist-thick dildo penetrating her. Kate gasped at the sensation, feeling her body stretch to accommodate the size of the toy. She had never experienced anything like this before, and a part of her couldn't help but feel intimidated by the sheer size of it. But as Natasha slowly began to move inside her, she found herself moaning in pleasure, her initial fears melting away under the intense sensations.

Meanwhile, America kept rubbing Kate's clit, her fingers working expertly to bring her to the edge of orgasm. "That's it, Kate. Let go and enjoy it," she whispered, her voice laced with seduction.

Kate's mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts and emotions, but as she felt the strap-on filling her up and the fingers on her clit driving her wild, she couldn't deny the overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through her body.

Even as she sinfully enjoyed the sensations, Kate found herself staring at the erotic sight of Black Widow’s breasts swinging and swaying with her every movement that made them bounce in a way that was mesmerising, and Kate couldn't help but wonder if Black Widow had had a boob job because these suckers were immense. Two perfect globes of sweet tit-flesh, their roundness and fullness a symbol of feminine power and desirability. And perched upon each of them were pretty nipples, perfectly symmetrical and the exact same shade of pink, standing out against the glossy white of her skin. The areolas surrounding them were a work of art, just the right size and shape to accentuate the beauty of her breasts.

“Hmm, have to admit, this is pretty exciting,” said Natasha, taking her time to reach up to Kate’s lingerie-clad breasts to pinch the purple protrusions of her nipples. The girl under her having to bite down on her lip hard, perhaps under some assumption of being ‘tough’ for her idol, “Perhaps my time in Ma-I mean, Wakanda has changed my perceptions on women a little.”

“I like the sound of that, new bestie!” America giggled, floating up and spinning in the air to clamp her meaty latina thighs around the Black Widow’s face. “But I seem to remember saying you now have some cunnilingus skills?” She purred as the super spy tongue began lapping away into her cunt without hesitation, her arms moving around to place both hands firmly onto America’s ass.

Of course, this was the first time that Kate had seen superpowers in such a close proximity to herself since she’d been saved in New York ten years ago. “Guh! Muh! Fluh-flying!” She gasped, shocked at the casual beauty smirking down at her, “You’re flying! I-I don’t know which hero you are, are you an inhuman? Or C-captain Marvel? Er-no, she’s a white blonde from outer space.stupid Or-”

“Shh, Baby-K-Kate.” America gasped, floating down slowly in an arc, draping her hair along Kate’s sensitive body before their faces met, while still getting eaten out by the hero trapped between her powerful thighs.

“I’m America Chavez! Superhero from a parallel universe where I'm your best friend and you're a bad-ass arrow-shooting heroine!” She cooed, grinning down at Kate.

“You are...a superhero?" Kate asked breathlessly, "A-And a lesbian superwoman?! A-Am I dreaming?! Is this real?!"

Their eyes locked, one slightly scared, the other so full of lusts, “You’re so cute, trying to walk on your own two feet, like a little Kate Bambi.” Tilting her head, the flying ex-lesbian **** her tongue easily into her mouth and wrapped it around Kate’s timid and far more intimidated taster.

The trio formed a flawless triangle, each caught in their own mind-bending pleasure. Kate, overwhelmed by the incredible girth of the largest strap-on she had ever encountered, pinned against the hips of one of her superhero idols. As if that weren't enough, she felt the lips of a mysterious flying stranger pressing against hers, igniting a fire within her that she had never felt before.

Across from her, America was caught in a moment of undeniable passion. Despite her weakening distrust of the woman licking her, she surrendered to her touch. At the same time, she found herself locked in a passionate embrace with a younger version of an old friend, the memory of whom had long been buried. Meanwhile, Nat took charge of the sexual energy, driving the experience with her tireless efforts. But the real fight was within her, as she battled for a life where her peers supported and loved her unconditionally. It was a fight that she was winning, with every moan and gasp of ecstasy affirming her worth and her place among them.

Between them all, Kate’s noobish cunt was the first to become completely overwhelmed, and she squirmed from the pleasure crashing against her body. Her sweaty sticky skin was tingling, and her pussy had never felt more stretched out as an orgasm surged through her.

“AAHH I’MSORRYI’MCUMMMMINNNGGGGGG!!!!” Kate screamed out, sending a splash of liquid up the widow’s belly from her spasming cunt.

America giggled at the girl’s clenching face, after trying to fight her orgasm for so long it had ripped into Kate like a bat out of hell. The heat and the smells of her long standing straight friend finally climaxing in front of her was enough to send Chavez over the edge as well, reaching back and gripping the back of Nat’s head to ride her face. The spy was blasted far more intensely in the face by pussy juice, coating her tongue and splashing up her nose hard. Any human connection was good for her, and Nat felt so relieved she’d done a good job for her new (hopefully) friend.

The two older women disconnected from the twenty-something year old as Kate had trouble focusing on reality. Looking down proudly at their accomplishment, hoping that Mark would be happy with them. They walked back out the bedroom as Kate continued to shudder and squirm from the phantom climaxes.

“Such a good Bambina,” the Latina smiled, giving Natasha a powerful smack on the rear to watch her booty jiggle, “and you weren’t lying! That tongue was good for something!”

Trying to hide her ecstatic heart, Nat turned away, “Thank you. I’m… very glad you enjoyed your-SELF!” Her sudden turn happened when America grabbed the redhead and brought her in close for a hug. Smushing their tits together and letting the strap-on rest between their bodies.

“Of course I did,” the super strong woman smirked with a level of sexual intimidation that could even make Natasha blush, “It’s good to know that when I get Mark’s wives back, and he spends his time giving them the world rocking he usually gives us, that I won’t be completely bored.”

With a gulp, Natasha made a bold move to grab hold of America’s twin butt cheeks. It wasn’t enough to make her gasp, but the Latina did smirk with an bemused eyebrow raise.

“I’ll never bore you, America.” Natasha replied with a seductive grin, “I haven’t the slightest lesbian inclination and yet I’ll still tend to your every need as if you were Mark’s only true Queen.”

America's eyes widened in surprise, and she leaned in closer to Natasha, their bodies and excessively large breasts (for this universe)pressing against each other. "Is that so?" she asked, a hint of playfulness in her voice. "Well, I have to say, Natasha, you're quite skilled at tending to my needs." She ran her hands up Natasha's back, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.

"Maybe we can find other ways for you to serve me," she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Natasha's heart rate quickened as she felt America's breath on her neck. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist the challenge. "Whatever you desire, America," she replied, her own voice low and sultry. "I'm here to serve you in any way you see fit."

The two women kissed passionately, with quite a bit of cheeky pinches and nibbles from the pair as they lost themselves in each other’s bodies briefly. Their perfect curves complimented each other nicely, and if it weren’t for Kate stirring in the other room they may have kept it going longer.

With all the sleazy charm she had, America brushed away some hair from Nat’s eyes, “Caen rendidas a mis pies.”

“Obvio, qué cosa tan rica.”

“Mierda! Now I’m bothered I didn’t like you sooner, girl!” The Latina punched the other woman’s shoulder. They turned back to the bedroom, “Especially getting me my own Kate. Big points, well done.” She sighed happily over to the bleary eyed Bishop, “Man… I wanna convert her so badly!” America smiled with overeager impatience. “Why’d that damn Cat have to call Mark away? We’d have our own little pet sniper if he was here.”

Nat was a little nervous to do so, but she placed a hand on the other woman’s shoulder, “We can wait a little while, Mark will be back soon enough.” There was an internal sigh of happiness and relief inside of Nat when America didn’t pull away or spit on her. Just nodding with mild sadness as she tried to calm herself down. It was overwhelming for Natasha to get to keep her hand there, to the point she said something that she was trying to avoid. “Unless… you want to try The Video?”

Her eyes lit up, “The video! Of course!” She ecstatically hugged the Widow and did a small flying spin, though just as quick as her happiness was there America tilted her head in confusion, “Wait, didn’t you say it still needed testing?”

“W-when’s better than now?” Natasha was far too busy enjoying the emotional satisfaction to stop the hug train, “She’s already deeply soaked in his pheromones, he isn’t that far away, and it isn’t like she can escape the two of us if she does say apple juice. Preferably we’d have a sample of him or his jism to coat her tongue in, but it should-”

“The pizza!” America exclaimed, dropping Natasha on shaky legs and rushing over to Claire’s fridge. “He nutted on this accidentally when he was fucking my tits and I was saving it for later!” The pepperoni slice in her hand was splattered with cold white cum, without the context it just looked like it had been drizzled with garlic sauce.

“Perfect. I’ll let you be the handler,” she said while handing the girl her phone, “but just think about what you want Kate to become.”

With a smirk, America took the item and spun it on her finger, “Oh, I know.”

They both walked back to their tuckered out, tied up, twenty year old. With a grand gesture, America threw her hands up. “Kate Bishop! You did it! You’re part of the Avengers!”

“I-I am?!” She gasped, still bleary eyed from the orgasm, “I… I don’t feel like I earned it.”

Natasha shook her head, “Oh no. You definitely did after a performance like that.” Her smile was genuine, and reassured Kate as Natasha walked over and removed the binding on her arms. “We just have a small introduction video you need to watch.”

“V-video…?”

“Just a small thing we show new recruits.” The Latina explained, “There’s a super secret spy mission that we need an expert shot for, and we think you’d be perfect for the job.”

Confusion and a pit in her stomach was making Kate a little anxious about whatever was happening here. “Why… not ask Clint Barton?”

“He still thinks I’m dead. And after the Snap, he’s spending time with the family he thought he’d lost forever.” Natasha’s research skills never failed to be two steps ahead of whatever lie she was about to tell. “We’d like you, but if you don’t think you can handle watching a video…”

“Wha~? Pshh, videos are super easy. I’ll watch any dang video you need, gimme an afternoon I’ll watch twenty. Hehe…” She awkwardly blustered, avoiding the two’s stares with pinkening cheeks and missing the evil smirks they were wearing. Still, her instincts were good despite Marks’ pheromones ability to cripple her willpower and she managed to utter, “Can we rain check it? I kind of need to meet my Krav Maga sensei in a bit and-

Opening up the file, America handed over the phone. “Here ya go, Kate Bambi.” Then quietly whispered to herself, “See you on the other side.”