Janet van Dyne becomes sexually obsessed with Sue Storm

Back in her apartment, in her living room, Janet plugged the small device onto the huge flatscreen that took up most of the wall. Panties off, she shivered as the blonde bombshell in the Tinkerbell outfit filled the high-definition screen.

It wasn't the wings that caught the Wasp's attention. It was the rings. The way the Sue look-alike spread her fucking pussy, so that Janet could see the insides lurch as she lowered her ass onto the pig-man's cock. The soft moans that came from those plump lips. The way those motherly thighs quivered as she pushed herself down on that pink pole as far as she could go. How she tugged at her own dark nipples, so stiff, so...suckable.

Janet's head swam as though she was drunk. She was half twisted on the couch, two lubed fingers plunged into her ass with one hand, while her other hand rubbed her pussy. Late into the night, she frigged herself with a single-minded obsession that seemed all-consuming. The Wasp drank in the sight of the Sue-doppelganger, this slutty, perverted counterpart to her dear and devoted friend.

Even when she felt herself fall over the edge—when Janet van Dyne bucked and heaved, her fingers furiously fucking her ass in time with the thrusts of Sue's pelvis on screen, bio-electric sparks causing the Wasp to spasm uncontrollably as her climax rolled over her—there was an unfamiliar warmth in Janet's stomach. A flutter in her heart. She collapsed on the couch, panting, catching her breath, her fingers still in her ass and resting on her supersensitive clit...and all she could think of as she saw the sweaty, lust-filled face of Sue Storm on screen was how beautiful she was.

Normally, orgasm cleared Janet's mind. All the sexual excitement would drain out of her, and she would come back to reality, deal with the messy aftermath of masturbation. This time thought, the warmth in her stomach seemed to spread. The recording kept on. A marathon session as Sue Storm had nearly two-thirds of that immense cock in her ass, her whole body moving up and down as she groaned loudly through the speakers, a deep, primal sound that seemed to reach into the Wasp's brain.

With a wet schluck, the Wasp started to fuck her ass again. Her brown eyes fixed on the screen, lips curled as she squeezed another finger into her sore asshole. Janet's free hand went up to her breast, hand under her shirt-costume to grasp a nipple. A little bioelectic shock made her shiver with both pleasure and pain.

As the Sue on screen caught her rhythm, Janet's eyes followed the flash and jingle of the rings that pierced Sue's pussy. Her own empty cunt throbbed in need. The Wasp wanted to know what those felt like. Wanted to know what that cunny tasted like. She wanted so much to do more than just watch.

"Sue," Janet groaned as she pushed the fingers into her ass, as deep as they would go. "I have to fuck you!"