Author's Notes: I'm not happy with the Black Cat chapter so I may go back and redo that at some point in the future but I am pleased with this Black Widow chapter. Not sure who's next, I'm thinking Ms Marvel, Spider-Woman or Invisible Woman.
"There's red in my locker," Spiderman said, "You told me that, and you said that if I ever needed someone to help me deal with that, to call you." Black Widow nodded. "I meant it," she said softly. Spiderman stepped towards her. "So I called you," he replied quietly, "so we can work it out..." He reached out and took her hands in his then lifted them up over her head. There was a 'thwip' as the web-fluid ejected from his wrists and held her arms up against the wall. Her eyes widened.
The room was silent except for Natasha's heavy breathing as Spidey caught the zipper of her costume with his thumb and finger and dragged it slowly down. The zipper reached her belt and Natasha closed her eyes while he rolled his mask up to his nose and kissed lightly up her midriff, his lips pushing gently into her skin.
A slight moan escaped her mouth as he plastered his lips to her collarbone. His hands fondled her breasts in the white sports bra that held them. Then he wrapped his arms around her, feeling the black fabric on her back before unbuckling her belt. His fingers crept under the tight thin leather of her costume and ran up her smooth back to the strap of her bra which he deftly unfastened.
The Black Widow moaned again when she felt Spiderman suckling on her naked boobs. His hands wandered, sliding down her torso and beneath the leather bottoms of her costume. In mere moments he was rubbing her pussy, the wet underwear providing no barrier. Natasha's moans became sharper and more frequent.
Widow sighed when he released her vagina. He now reached up and broke the webbing holding her arms up. Natasha immediately leaped forwards onto Spiderman and pushed him onto his back on the floor. Her thighs clamped to his waist and she lifted off the red and blue top of his costume. His left hand came down on her ass and gripped it tightly. His thumb rubbed her left cheek and his pinky finger rubbed her right, while his middle finger pushed between the two ass-cheeks. His free hand was helping her arms out of her outfit and rolling the leather off her back.
Their lips were locked together and making out passionately. He kept groping her ass until she slammed him down out of the kiss and his arms flung back. He looked at her confused and she smirked. Her fingers worked their way into the bottom half of his costume and pulled it off. Her hands cupped the bulge in his boxers, her thumbs stroking slowly but forcefully. He moaned for her then she tugged off the underwear.
Natasha's tongue breezed over the edge of Spidey's crotch. The erect penis throbbed lustfully. With another smirk, she took it into her mouth and sucked long and hard. The blowjob sent thunderous sensations up Spidey's body and he couldn't hold back a groan. Her experienced red lips worked the shaft of his cock with speed, her tongue stroking along it and the tips of her fingers lightly tickling his balls.
Spidey's hands wove into her crimson hair and pushed her head down further onto his dick. Her lips slithered over his cock and she rubbed at his balls harder. His cock slid down her throat further and for a moment she held it there, her eyes widening, before they pulled apart.
His hard cock still pressed at her chin while she caught her breath. Without a word, he helped her slide out of the rest of her costume, tearing apart her knickers to get to her vagina. He dragged his penis down over her body, her slick skin massaging it, until he reached her entrance. She was on top and he could tell how hard she was breathing not just from the force of her breaths, but from her heaving breasts. He pulled back dramatically and waited for her to signal she was ready. She gave a short sharp nod. He pounded up into her. Her sweaty body bounced up and down on top of him as he thrust up into her. With a look of determination on her face, Black Widow start to thrust back down at him. His hands gripped her hips as they grinded his down into the ground powerfully. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she slammed him down again and again.
Natasha was so strong and forceful that Spiderman just let her work, pounding him down into the ground again and again. She was fantastic; she fucked like a goddess and had the body of an Olympic athlete to go with it. As their sweat-coated bodies crashed into each other over and over, Spidey couldn't last any longer. He ejaculated. Both of them tensed up, moaning out in unison. The screwing slowed to a gradual stop.
"Feel like we've worked this out yet?" Natasha asked, rolling off him. "We did work it pretty hard," Spiderman grinned. "But there is a lot of red in your locker..." Widow retorted. "There's also a redhead I'd like to put in my locker and fuck her brains out..."
Black Widow took his hand, squeezing it tightly: "Then we'd better work that out..."