Sue Storm Gladly Acquiesces To Nairobi

There was a time before Moonstone's mental meddling when the command to kiss another woman's crotch would have shocked the Invisible Woman. A time when she would not have dreamed of acceding to the request. When she knew herself to be married, faithful, and not a lesbian or bisexual—and, moreover, not the type of person to take orders.

Yet much had changed in her life recently. She had been through a battle. Her nerves were frayed to the quick. Her desires pulsed demandingly. Her mental barriers to such play eroded by weeks of mental suggestions and happy endings.

So, too, Sue Storm felt her pulse quicken in unexpected excitement at the prospect. Not at betraying Reed, which was furthest from her mind, but simply the earnest desire of some new thrill, some unexpected present, wrapped up and shiny and awaiting her.

Even Nairobi was taken aback by how easily the frazzled blonde leaned forward, tongue extended. The velvety little muscle ran over the dark young woman's slit, feeling its way blindly. Working by touch and taste as the rounded tip dug into her little cunny, just a little, the warm wetness parting as Sue dragged her tongue back toward the little clit.

Nairobi leaned against the massage table and spread her thighs more. She didn't grab Sue Storm's head, but let the blonde heroine explore at her own pace. The tongue pushing deeper and deeper with each pass. Tracing the folds of the labia. The little, super-sensitive nub of the clitoris, just beginning to emerge from its hood. The tiny puckered divot of the urethra, and below it, the entrance to Nairobi's channel.

Sue Storm remembered when other tongues had licked her. Remembered what felt good. She tried, at first hesitatingly, clumsily, and then with increasing confidence, to do the same. Paid no attention to the drop that hung off her chin, the tangy juices flowing freely now as the young masseuse began to moan. Lips sucking gently at the protuberant little clit that was now fully engorged, sticking out of its little cove. The young woman instinctively began to squeeze internal muscles as the excitement rose inside of her, and Sue could feel it with her mouth, her face, as the heat built and the excitement grew.

Between her own legs, Sue rubbed her own aching slit. For a moment she wasn't thinking of costumed criminals and monsters, aliens and cosmic demigods, what was for dinner at home or how Franklin was doing on his lessons. She was just a woman, eating another woman's pussy...and that realization shifted something inside of her, irrecovably.

This was the first time Sue Storm had been told to eat a woman out. Yet the Invisible Woman vowed it would be far from the last.