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Wardrobe Malfunction Part 3 (Peter/Kate/Yelena)
🕑 Added 2025-08-12 04:46:54 +0000 UTCI most likely won't be posting tomorrow either. I got this chapter done, but it was not an easy process. By Wednesday I should be back in good health. I'll try to do two chapters a day or more for the rest of the week after that.
As soon as he saw thorned tentacles Peter knew that he was in trouble.
Unfortunately, being a hero is about not picking and choosing. Just because the villainess who had stopped traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge looked specialized in murdering defenseless superhero suits didn’t mean he could turn a blind eye to the crisis she was causing.
The tentacles were a lot like tree roots with thorns sticking off of them. They had covered a strip of the bridge and stopped all traffic in both directions. For some reason, the crazy enhanced human really wanted to take a school bus with her, kids and all. Her roots had grabbed and lifted the yellow vehicle. Children could be heard screaming inside. A news helicopter circled overhead, capturing everything that was happening.
“Go for her!” Kate yelled. “We’ll handle the rescue!”
Yelena and Kate were standing on the bridge near the bus of hostages. Peter was stuck to one of the big support pillars in the middle of the bridge. He leaped into action.
Peter used web shots to haul himself between the tentacles. When the woman noticed him coming closer, the roots started to chase him.
“I am the harbinger of nature’s revenge! Submit to the food chain, humanity!” the villainess screamed.
“Put the kids down and maybe we can talk!” Peter shouted.
“Fool!” screamed the woman. “Who are you to bargain with nature?”
Peter flipped between tentacles. They converged on him and crushed down. The woman beneath him smirked. Until Peter heaved his arms and the roots around him were ripped apart.
He shot webs next to the villain’s feet and slingshotted himself toward her.
More roots tried to stop him, but he squeezed through the small gaps between them. It was such a tight squeeze that he could feel them rubbing his body all over, and he even earned some small cuts that stung but weren’t serious.
Peter landed in front of the woman. She was wearing a labcoat that had been tie dyed and she had a big sunhat on. Her skin was brown. Not like she was African American, but like she was a tree.
“Uh oh,” Peter said. “It’s nighttime.”
“Nonsense! The sun is still in the sky—” she said.
Peter’s right hook slumped her in one move.
When she fell unconscious, her control of her roots failed. They all went limp like her body. That included the bus they were holding dangerously high in the air.
Fortunately, Peter spotted a group of kids standing on the bridge that had been evacuated during his fight. Kate was standing next to them. Only two people were still in the bus that was now falling. Yelena appeared in front of the emergency exit, holding a little girl in her arms.
“Do not miss!” Yelena yelled.
She lobbed the little girl toward the pavement.
Kate cursed and notched an arrow. She shot the arrow into the ground. Where it hit, an emergency cushion formed to break the little girl’s fall.
Yelena was on her own to get out, but that was no problem for her. She waited for the perfect time, jumped out of the falling bus, somersaulted, and ended in one of those “superhero landing” poses that she was always going on about.
“Good job team!” Yelena yelled. She was in a good mood because she LOVED pulling off a landing like that. “Another win for the good guys!”
Peter felt a sudden breeze on his stomach.
He looked down and noticed something much scarier than the villain he knocked out. When he squeezed between those roots, more than his skin got cut. His suit had gaping holes in it. The holes were over his abs right now… but big portions below that were hanging on by literal threads, and those threads were about to give out.
“Spider-Man! It’s Spider-Man!” the kids they saved were saying.
Peter reacted fast to avoid the worst possible scenario. Before his suit could fall apart he shot a web and swung himself up the bridge, launching him into the air out of sight of the kids.
He didn’t pay attention to where he was going, just trying to get up and away. It worked extremely well. Peter shot straight up, managing to put himself over 300 feet in the air by the time his suit finished falling apart, leaving him totally exposed below the waist.
Peter sighed with relief… until he heard a loud whirring sound.
He’d forgotten something massively important: the news helicopter. By avoiding flashing the kids he saved, he put himself directly in front of the news chopper. Their cameras were pointed straight at him as his dick hung between his legs. Underneath his mask, Peter’s brain briefly went offline.
He reacted as soon as he could, shooting webs down and fleeing. The chopper didn’t follow him. They had already gotten the most insane shot of their careers, and they added another one to the stockpile as Peter swung away, filming his fit exposed butt cheeks.
LINE BREAK
Peter looked down at the sidewalk, navigating the New York street that his safehouse was located on. Wherever he went, he heard conversations that he would rather not overhear.
Two pretty college students walked past him going the other way. One of them said to her friend: “I always knew that he would have nice muscles, and saving the city is, y’know, hot. But now that I know what he’s hiding under that suit, I wouldn’t mind him “saving” me into his bedroom anytime.”
“I wonder how he hid it,” her friend said. “If it was that big, surely the bugle should have been visible as he was swinging around.”
“I bet Tony Stark had some kind of tech for that,” the other girl said confidently.
Peter turned off of the street, ducking into the safehouse. As he climbed the stairs to the front door, he whispered: “The suit just isn’t as snug as it looks. That’s all.”
In the main room of the safehouse Peter’s ruined suit was draped over the back of a couch. It had been two days since the incident on the bridge. Since then, the “Spider-Man Scandal” had completely taken over the city.
Jameson was of course rallying for Spider-Man to be tried for indecent exposure, but that voice was a minority. Most of the hubbub was coming from New York’s female population.
For example, Yelena and Kate had a news broadcast playing on the TV. After a discretionary advisory, they played a censored version of the footage, but it was clear that the female anchor had already seen the real shot. She bit her lip and tried to maintain her professionalism while looking like she wanted to jam a hand down her pants.
Peter snuck into the kitchen trying not to make too much noise. Yelena and Kate were watching the news in complete silence and total focus. It was a little bit scary. Ever since this whole thing started, they had barely bickered with each other once. Honestly it was starting to scare him.
Peter had seen that they were sitting over there, so it scared the bejeezus out of him when two hands slammed into the cabinets on either side of his head. Peter turned around to face the girls and found them inside his personal space.
“Look who’s trying to sneak in!” Kate said. “New York’s number 1 celebrity!”
“Are you two mad?” Peter asked. “You sound mad.”
“Why would we be mad?” Yelena said, smiling with teeth.
“You’re smiling like you’re mad,” Peter said.
“I just said I wasn't mad!” Yelena snapped. “Are you not listening?”
“The fame has gone to his head,” Kate said. “Like those sluts outside talking about all the things they’d do with him.”
Peter gaped. “How could you have heard that?”
“Superspy,” Yelena said and gestured to herself.
“Supernaturally talented and beautiful young woman,” Kate said, gesturing to herself.
“I can’t control what they say!” Peter said. “It isn’t like I WANTED my penis to be put on national television!”
“Then why did you throw yourself in front of a news copter?” Kate asked. “It’s like you’re saying that we’re not enough.”
“How could you possibly get to that conclusion—” Peter said.
“We’ll have to show him the error of his ways,” Yelena said. “STRIP HIM!”
As regular humans, there was no way for them to overpower him. But they managed to disorient Peter by very quickly ripping his clothes off. Kate got his shirt while Yelena dropped to her knees and yanked his pants down. Peter was naked before he knew what happened.
“Look at this!” Yelena said. “No underwear! It is worse than we thought.”
“That’s just because they keep ripping…” Peter said.
“Uh huh. And it definitely isn’t because you want to rip open a fresh condom with one of your fangirls,” Kate said.
“You don’t ever need a condom with us,” Yelena said. “So forget about them all. Better yet, we’ll make you forget them.”
She began aggressively sucking him off. Yelena deepthroated him and bobbed her head three times to get his dick all slobbery. After that she halved her movements, sucking on Peter’s top half with greater care and precision.
Kate grabbed the spit covered lower portion of Peter’s great big dick. She jerked him off, whispering in his ear as she did.
“Do you think they could do something like this?” Kate whispered. “Of course not. They’re nothing compared to us. We’re all that you need.”
“I never said you weren’t,” Peter groaned.
“We won’t let you say it,” Kate whispered. “We won’t even let you think it. We’ll take care of every single one of your needs. Look at Yelena, desperate for your cum. Feed her fucking throat.
Yelena kept slurping on him. “GLUCK!” “GLUCK!” “GLUCK!”
Her eyes were scrunched shut on her pretty blond face. She wore a look of concentration.
“Make her taste the bitterness Peter,” Kate hissed. “Let her suck on it. Make her swallow your kids. I know you want to. I can feel you twitching.”
Kate’s hand was still stroking his meat. Her grip was so tight it was like she was trying to crush Peter’s dick. But it felt good, so he didn’t complain. Her palm could feel every twitch that his manhood gave. Kate smirked.
“I feel it coming closer. And closer… And closer… And closer…” Kate said.
She licked Peter’s head right behind his ear. She used the hand that wasn’t on his dick to play with his nipple. Peter’s back was stuck to the wall like it had been webbed there.
“Gluck! “Gluck!” “Hurk!”
Yelena gagged as Peter finally gave her the prize she was chasing. Yelena swallowed as much as she could before removing her mouth from Peter’s dick.
There was still cum trailing out of his tip… until Kate wiped it up with one of her index fingers. She brought the finger to her lips and loudly sucked it clean. Since her mouth was right next to Peter’s ear, he could hear every tiny noise that her suctioning lips made. Instead of going soft, his dick got even harder than it had been before.
Kate let go of him and Yelena stood up, both of them stripping as fast as they could. Each of them grabbed one of Peter’s hands, pulling him into the living room.
The show was still going on and on about the scandalous shots of Peter. A conspicuously all female panel was now on the screen discussing whether Peter’s tremendous size might be another aspect of his powers. Yelena and Kate threw Peter onto the couch.
It was a very wide piece of furniture. Peter was sitting with his legs sticking off, but there was enough room on either side of him for the girls to crouch on the cushions.
They leaned back, holding their bodies up with their palms. They both put their feet across Peter’s lap and push their crotches forward, so that their pussies sandwiched his dick like two buns on the same hot dog.
“Those bitches can talk all they want!” Kate said. “But this? It’s only for US!”
She and Yelena started moving up and down. Peter moaned. It was a strange feeling. The girls were so wet that even their entrances were soaked. It felt incredible as they slid along him, their muscular legs keeping the tension tight between their pussies.
“Look at his face,” Yelena said. “Isn’t he cute? That little grimace he does. Oh! Haha. That’s the one.”
“I’m not grimacing,” Peter groaned.
“Yes, you are,” Yelena said. “And why shouldn’t you? Look at how pretty we are. Do you see our prettiness, Peter Parker?”
For some reason it was a turn on for him to hear his full name. The girls were showing that their thigh muscles weren’t just for display. They were starting to slide their pussies over her really fast while keeping the tension high.
“You’re beautiful,” Peter moaned.
“Good. Remember it,” Kate said.
Their titties bounced around on their chest from the bouncing they were doing. The couch’s creaking rose to a high enough volume that it was hard to hear the television over it. Peter ignored the show, only looking at his girls. They noticed.
“Good boy,” Yelena said.
“Don’t say that,” Peter groaned. “It sounds really condescending.”
“Good man,” Yelena said. “Is that better?”
Peter was barely listening. He moaned loudly. He was getting close.
“It’s time Peter!” Kate bellowed. “Make it rain!”
His balls clenched. He orgasmed straight up in the air, spraying a superhuman amount of jizz. Just like the girls wanted, it came down like rain all over their bodies. The profuse on Peter’s thick dick made both of them squirt all over his crotch. Their orgasms were synced up and came at the same time that jizz was raining on them. The girls collapsed, laying down and sticking their legs out straight to catch their breath. Cumming that hard twice in a short amount of time was making Peter’s head spin, so he sat there blinking and not moving as well.
“Well, I can say this,” one of the women on the TV said. “Whatever the cause, no one can deny that Spider-Man is an EXCELLENT example of the male species—”
Kate shut the tv off, having snatched the remote and pounded the power button.
“Say whatever you want,” she said. “But he’s OURS. And that’s not fucking changing.”
Comments
Mezz015
We gotta get Peter just pounding the fuck outta Yelena and Kate taking control maybe being pissed off they tease him at home too much for sex
