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As Betty held Natasha’s naked body in her arms, Natasha looked at her—really looked at her—as she rarely did another human being. Usually, she scanned people, read them like books, vacuuming up weaknesses and insights into them from every microexpression on their face. 

Now, she just looked at Betty. The woman had a raw, unvarnished beauty that was lightyears from Natasha’s own carefully calculated attractiveness—her natural good looks polished to a mirror sheen that reflected whatever fantasies her suitors looked for, making them easy prey. But Betty, in her plain, simple naturalism, was a creature all her own. 

Betty’s hands flew up like birds through thick winter air to caress Natasha’s lovely face, as anyone would do before kissing her. But Betty hesitated—not ravenous like so many were at the prospect of having her, but nervous. She moved again, now with the careful delicacy of someone arranging a work of art.

Natasha shifted closer to her, letting her mask of neutral expectation slip. She felt warmer now that she was letting her lust show and she heard Betty’s breathing quicken. Betty’s fingers traced over her sultry features, earnest touches tingling like the most tempting seduction on Natasha’s lips, her supple cheeks, her strong jaw. It was like Betty couldn’t believe she was touching such a perfect woman. 

With most people, being exposed to that unattainable beauty sparked feelings of resentment, inferiority, projection. But Betty took her exactly as she was, only counting herself lucky that their paths had crossed long enough for this touch. The touch and the kiss that followed. Betty’s slender lips molded to Natasha’s full, succulent ones as her fingers continued to lightly explore Natasha’s face and reassure Betty of her reality.

Natasha’s encounter with the Hulk felt like it was a million miles away, happening to someone who could not possibly be the lovely creature that sweet, pretty Betty was kissing and caressing—but happening nonetheless. As Betty kissed and fondled her way down Natasha’s body, Natasha wasn’t sure if she was letting this happen to erase the memory of Hulk or to reawaken it with this woman who was another part of Bruce’s entire complicated situation. 

Betty’s lips trailed down Natasha’s stomach, the pleasure mounted, and Natasha couldn’t help but be reminded of how good the Hulk had felt by the end. It was like this was another way for the Hulk to fuck her, as much a part of his repertoire as eating her out or fingering her. Betty and Bruce, Bruce and Betty—they sounded like the star couple of some high school dance. And Natasha was caught between them now. Where she wanted to be, because when had she last been somewhere she didn’t want to be?

When she was gaping open around the Hulk’s dick?

Then Betty’s mouth was on Natasha’s sex—a long, lingering kiss that refused to be ignored. Natasha came with no build-up, just a moment of pressure and then a sharp release. She heard Betty drinking her cream as she climaxed. It was heavenly, knowing Betty was enjoying the taste of her so much.

Natasha spread out on the silk sheets, raising her legs and letting Betty have all of her that she wanted. Betty’s tongue was incredible, knowing her cunt better than a man’s cock ever could. She came repeatedly. Every time she thought her orgasmic bliss had plateaued, Betty did something different to her pussy and took her to new heights. Natasha didn’t know if it was how soft and caring Betty was after she’d been ravished by Hulk, or if the Hulk ravaging her had somehow left her more sensitive to all Betty’s tender ministrations. She didn’t care. Just so long as it kept going.

But all too soon, Betty had stopped. And for the second time in a row, Natasha found herself out of control, not manipulating and calculating every facet of the sexual experience as she normally would. She was heartbroken by the sudden end to her multiple orgasms, and for a split-second, she fondly recalled how the ecstasy the Hulk had given her had gone on and on, with no one, not even herself, able to stop it.

“Don’t worry,” Betty said, seeing the anguished look on her face—though by now, it had far more to do with her recollections of the Hulk than it did with the fact that they’d stopped. “I’m going to get something, something that will help you.”

Natasha could only nod, pretending to be mollified. Betty left without another word. When she returned, she backpedaled through the door, concealing something in front of her body. In her present state, Natasha had no idea what to expect from her. Then Betty wheeled around. For once, Natasha didn’t try to read her counterpart’s face. She couldn’t look at Betty’s face, not when that thing was in Betty’s hands.

“It’s not as big as him, I know,” Betty said. “But it’s close. I think you’ll enjoy it as much as you did him. You’ll learn how to take it. We both will. You can show me—you did it before…”

Natasha’s sex throbbed as she gawked at the dildo, repeating the facts of it to her analytical brain over and over again. Shiny black—thank God it wasn’t green—it was two feet in length, with the ends mushrooming into phallic tips. 

“We’ll figure it out together,” Betty said, coming to Natasha. Standing beside the bed, she offered one end of the dildo.

Natasha reached out to touch the fake cockhead. It was warm to the touch. “You want us both to fuck it… at the same time?”

“There’s a foot of cock for each of us,” Betty said. “You can show me how Hulk did it… or just lie there, and I’ll try to do it the way he did, and you can tell me what to do if I’m wrong. I need to know, Natasha. He’s my husband and one way or another, I want him to be happy. I want all of us to be happy.”

Natasha squirmed as the other woman’s words sunk into her. Finally, she could only nod. She was past the point of pretending she hadn’t enjoyed what the Hulk had done. And once she admitted that, wasn’t the next logical step to do it again? To enjoy it more? 

“Lie back on the bed. Spread your legs,” Betty told her. “You’re not in charge here. The Hulk is.”

Natasha lowered her back against the mattress. Taking a pillow from against the headboard, she slipped it under her ass, then bent her knees and parted her thighs. Her pussy was left wide open, her aroused juices tickling down her perineum to the split of her ass.

“He would like it like this,” Natasha said. “Wide open. Offered up to him. Waiting to be… mounted…”

“You look so good, Natasha,” Betty sighed. “You look like you’ve been waiting all your life to be fucked this way.”

She was on the bed with Natasha then—the bedsprings squeaking like she was much bigger, even though she was roughly the same weight as Natasha. She knelt between the Russian’s spread thighs. Her fingers stretched the flooded lips of Natasha’s pussy further apart, but they were too expert, too soft. They didn’t have the sheer need Hulk would have.

“Rougher,” Natasha gritted out. “Further apart. All you care about is not hurting me. You don’t care how good it feels for me—you know I’ll come anyway.”

Betty could say nothing to that. Placing one bulbous end of the dildo at the luscious pink center of Natasha’s folds, Betty began to apply pressure. 

“Harder,” Natasha groaned, the black bar sliding inside her, distending her wet folds, holding her pussy lips apart with its thickness. “Harder! Make it go all the way through me!”

“Hulk wouldn’t do that,” Betty said with strange certainty. “He cares too much. Bruce always cares…” She carefully stuffed half the rod’s length inside of Natasha, stretching the walls of her pussy to make her swallow the dildo. It felt so tight, so deep inside her, and even if it was nothing like how Hulk had shoved himself inside of her, it reminded her enough to turn Natasha on. Make her need more.

“That’s it,” Betty said, watching Natasha’s cunt tremble around twelve inches of dildo. “You really like it… I knew it would feel good… I have to, to…”

The other end of the dildo protruded from between Natasha’s spread thighs, its base rooted deep in Natasha’s cunt, making it appear that she was hung as well as the Hulk himself. It was something Betty intended to take full advantage of.

She straddled Natasha’s hips, her groin hovering just above the jutting head of the dildo, her aroused juices actually dripping down onto it. Betty smiled down at Natasha and the redhead felt as though she was communing with her, sharing something with her… giving Betty some of the forbidden knowledge that she wanted so badly and that Natasha couldn’t stomach.

“You’re going to see me take your cock like you were him,” Betty told her. “Only you’re going to feel it like you did back then. You’re going to know what you’re doing to me—“

“It’s not the same,” Natasha told her, even as she thrust her crotch up, the free end of the dildo rubbing impatiently against Betty’s cunt. “You can’t imagine…”

“Then show me.”

Betty lowered herself down, lengthening the electric contact between the rubber knob and her creamy pussy. She closed her eyes, both in bliss and in thoughts of Bruce, Hulk, the two of them. Even as Bruce, he was well-hung, but she knew that only as the Hulk did he have the savage aggression to put that dick to the best use. 

She dropped herself onto the huge black cockhead and heard Natasha mewl with lust, bringing up thoughts of how the woman had been used mercilessly and exceedingly pleasurably by the Hulk. If Bruce loved Betty too much to risk hurting her, he clearly didn’t have any such compunctions about Natasha. Betty tried to replicate that excessive, reckless determination of the Hulk to please herself, pushing herself down to Natasha’s loins and stuffing herself with the dildo between them.

“Gggggh,” Betty rasped, feeling her juicy pussy smack against Natasha’s waiting sex with a wet sound, the dildo lost between them—the Hulk fucking them both. “I’m not your wife now, Bruce. I’m just a wet cunt. An open hole for you to fuck.”

Only a glimpse of wetly shimmering rubber remained between their two pussies, all but vanishing from sight as they fucked each other, but also so much more than just each other.

“Move with me, Betty,” Natasha urged. “Rock your hips. Shake your ass. I… I wanted to get him off. Just so it would be over. Then…” She didn’t continue the thought, but in that one final word, there was a monster of meaning. Like the Hulk lurking inside Bruce’s scrawny body.

Natasha writhed underneath Betty. Both their hips thrashing in unison drove the dildo into each of them. Their pussies welded together in the middle of the immense dildo, their erect clits sparking against each other like a flint striking a tender. 

“I can’t fuck you like he can!” Betty moaned. “I can’t!”

Without warning, Betty grabbed Natasha by the hips and flipped them over so that Natasha was on top, looking down at her in surprise.

“Fuck me like he fucked you,” Betty said. “Make me love it like you loved it.”

Natasha’s gaze seethed, her eyebrows rising, before she said “Then beg me like I—like I begged.”

“Fuck me!” Betty pleaded on cue. “Split me in two with your big cock… fuck me in half with it!”

And Natasha did, ramming the other end of the dildo into Betty’s cunt. She saw Betty whinge and gasp, and knew a little of what it was like to be the Hulk. The power that came from bearing down between a woman’s spread legs was better than anything, the purest domination she’d ever known.

But at the same time, she couldn’t forget how it had felt when she was the one having her pussy mastered by the Hulk’s thrusting prick. And that was what made it so pleasurable. Because for every thrust that Natasha made into Betty’s cunt, the other half of the dildo pushed into her, making her relive how Hulk had fucked her and making her treatment of Betty all the more accurate.

Lost in memories and fantasies and a kind of pleasured trauma, Natasha mostly just survived the experience of simultaneously giving and receiving. It had been like this before, when she had welcomed the Hulk’s using of her. She could see Betty enjoying it just like she had. Being filled with two competing kinds of sex gave her an insight that would be stamped in her consciousness forever. She had thought she’d known what went through a man’s primal emotions as he fucked her, but she had only suspected. Now she would never be fucked again without a part of her knowing exactly how he was relishing her cunt.

But Natasha wasn’t done learning yet. She had barely even begun.

Roaring with orgasm, Betty struggled out from underneath Natasha’s pumping body. Her share of the dildo was suddenly quivering in mid-air like an angry snake, with all but a hiss to complete the illusion.

Natasha didn’t know what was happening. Just when she’d thought she was in control, Betty had abruptly turned the tables. She couldn’t understand it.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha blurted out. “Didn’t you like that?”

“I did,” Betty said, coming up onto her knees. “But it wasn’t just your pussy, was it? You wanted Hulk in your ass. So that’s the way you’re going to fuck me.”

She reached back and spread her buttocks as far as she could. Between them, her asshole opened invitingly, its dark center tantalizing Natasha: it seemed both just big enough for the dildo and far too small.

Natasha thought of the times that she had been sodomized, although obviously no man or woman could compare to how the Hulk would’ve wrecked her if they’d gone that far. But now she understood why men were so obsessed with a woman’s tightest hole. The female asshole was the ultimate test, the truest sign of submission, the final forbidden pleasure.

She could only wonder if Hulk had wanted it as much as she had.

“Yes. I’ll fuck you in the ass,” Natasha panted, just the idea of it wringing her out exhaustingly. “I’m not going to be anymore gentle than he would’ve been. I’m going to use every inch of my cock and they’re all going to hurt like hell.”

“Is that a promise?” Betty chuckled. “The more it hurts, the more I’ll come.”

Natasha smiled, remembering how many times she’d said that to a cock that could’ve been too much for her. Hulk had only been the logical endpoint of that—the ultimate pleasure. Suddenly, Natasha wanted him again, so badly it was like she couldn’t breathe. Not this pale imitation with his woman. She wanted the danger of not being able to control him. Betty would never hurt her, not really, but Bruce—Hulk would make her come no matter how much it hurt.

Kneeling at the shrine of Betty’s ass, Natasha slid the tip of the dildo into her anus. The knob looked like some black magic spell in a fairy tale, its evil power being cast on the dewy rosebud of Betty’s sphincter. 

“Put it in!” Betty gasped, as aroused as Natasha was, in her own simple way. Natasha knew she didn’t really understand, couldn’t crave it with the addict’s knowledge that she had. “Don’t make it easy on me—hurt me!”

Growling with sheer lust—a determination to make Betty understand—Natasha gored her ass with the tip of the dildo. It stabbed inside Betty, several inches of darkened shaft going in with it. Half-shocked at her own violence, Natasha watched six thick inch brutally stretch Betty’s rectum on her first thrust.

“More! More!” Betty pleaded. “I want all of it, every inch! Fucking me, hurting me, killing me!”

“Horny bitch,” Natasha smugly observed. She’d never felt anything like the power of sodomizing another woman. It was even better than the other end of the shaft rampaging through her own cunt. “Can’t get enough, can you?”

“Neither of us can,” Betty retorted. “So don’t waste any of it!”

Natasha shoved. The rest of the dildo didn’t go in as smoothly as before. With every thrust Natasha made, she impaled herself further on the end of the dildo that was being jammed, ever more tightly, into her own pussy. She couldn’t fuck Betty’s ass without hurting her own sex. But it deserved to hurt.

She groaned with pain, remembering how good the hurting orgasms of being plundered by the Hulk were, taking a hateful glee in being reminded of how much she’d enjoyed being his toy. 

Betty picked up on Natasha’s growing anguish. “Even now you’re his bitch,” she groaned.

“Yes!” Natasha gasped, then buried the last of the dildo in the other woman’s bowels. “We’re both just—goddamn animals—needing to be fucked—needing to come!”

Now they had both taken as much as they could take, her groin smothering Betty’s ass. Natasha could feel the stretched width of Betty’s asshole against the burning folds of her wide-open cunt, and Betty could feel the same around her end of the dildo.  They were no longer fucking each other, just coming continuously, one woman’s orgasmic shudders running through the dildo to be absorbed by the other, and bring her to a climax. For the first time, they forgot about Bruce and the Hulk as they absorbed the self-perpetuating orgasm flowing between them. A man came and that was it. But the two of them just kept creaming and creaming and creaming.

“Come for me!” Natasha husked, driving a foot of dildo up Betty’s ass and taking another foot into the depths of pussy. “Come for me like I came when your husband mounted me! Took me! Used me like a fucking cum-rag!”

And she came too, but not for Betty. At this point, the other woman was little more than a mount for the dildo Natasha was fucking herself on. And as she masturbated with it, she remembered being the Hulk’s mate.

It wasn’t the first time she had gotten off on that thought, but it was the first time she hadn’t been ashamed of herself.