Sue Storm Masturbates Thinking About Black Widow

Dozens of Skrulls, who had attempted to impersonate the Punisher, had fallen into madness and gone on a vigilante spree. It took the combined efforts of the Fantastic Four and the Avengers to corral the psychologically disturbed extraterrestrials and return them to their people before they went too far. It had been a tense situation, not the least because the real Punisher had been on the hunt for his imposters.

Which meant that Sue Storm headed into the shower splattered with green blood, with a bone-deep weariness and yet with that post-adventure excitement that meant she would have a hell of a time settling down for sleep.

Hot water sluiced off her naked body. Green blood ran off of her pale flesh in rivulets, and Sue used a natural sponge to scrub at the stubborn spots that had dried already. Reed had assured her that the wastewater would be treated to denature the Skrull DNA so that there wouldn't be another Skrullburger situation, and Sue was willing to take his word for it.

She rubbed the sponge over her breasts. There had been a vacation they'd taken, down to the Gulf of Mexico, years ago. Sue had watched the divers go down through the crystal-clear water to harvest the sponges. Her nipples hardened as she thought of one woman in particular. Lean, young, extraordinarily fit, her red hair short.

As the sponge dipped down to between her legs, Sue thought of another redhead. Natasha had been there with the other Avengers, helping round up the mad Skrulls. She had been poetry in motion, the grace of a ballerina and the deadly strike of her namesake. It had been...distracting. Sue had found her gaze drop to that ass, those thighs, in that skin-tight uniform. Thinking of Dr. Stone's little show.

Once, the Black Widow had caught her staring. Had given Sue a little smile, a wink.

The Invisible Woman panted in the steaming shower as her sponge rubbed furiously at her pussy, no longer focused on washing herself. She dropped to her knees and huffed fast and hard as the pleasure built and built, her need now a living thing that drove her on as the hot water rained down endlessly, her skin clean...

When she exploded, a wet gush that ran over the thoroughly-soaked sponge, Sue Storm didn't think of Dr. Stone at all.