Sue Storm Tastes The Pussy

For a moment after Moonstone released her hold on her, the Invisible Woman simply sat there. Felt the warm, hairless labia rub against her lips. Breathed in the smell of Dr. Stone's pussy, similar to but distinct from the strippers. There was a faint hint of soap, sweat, and beneath that the slightly animal odor, not unpleasant.

Dr. Stone's fingers combed through Sue Storm's hair. Her soft voice floated down from above. Not commanding. Not demanding. Simply...suggesting.

"There's a pussy in your face, Susan. You can do whatever you want with it. Including nothing, if you so choose. It's all up to you. Your choice. Your desires. What do you want to do? There will be no judgment here. No one will know. This is just between the two of us."

There was no superhuman power behind Dr. Stone's words. She was simply telling Sue Storm what she wanted to hear. What she needed to hear. Honeyed words to poison a mind. Like the serpent in the garden, not shoving the apple down Eve's throat, but getting her to taste it of her own free will.

Cautiously, Sue Storm opened her mouth. Let her tongue tentatively move toward that hot, pulsing entrance. She was nearly shocked at how wet and warm it was. A living thing. The juices were a little salty, but not bitter. That curious liquor that was inutterably human, female. And Dr. Stone's sigh carried with it a soft moan of pleasure which stirred something in Sue Storm's soul.

The Invisible Woman didn't try to rationalize it. She knew all the excuses for what she was doing. She didn't care. Her mouth opened wider, her tongue explored more boldly. Up between the hot lips, into the depths where she could feel the muscles twist, a tremor running through Dr. Stone as she resisted the urge to grind her cunt against Sue Storm's face. Hot honey dripped down the Invisible Woman's chin, more than she could swallow, and the air grew hot and close...

"Go on," Dr. Stone's voice was husky and carried a hint of desperation. "Do...do whatever you want..."