The Wasp & Invisible Woman Connect In The Hot Tub

"Oh my God, Jan," Sue Storm said as she rinsed off in the shower. "If I knew it was you..."

The Wasp grinned back as she ran the loofah between her shaking knees. "You would have gone easier on me?"

The Invisible Woman snorted. "No, I'd have seen how much you could take."

They laughed, clean and naked, arm in arm as they left the shower and headed to the hot tub that Porkum had set up in another corner of the building—a circle of wood-framed plastic large enough for all three of them. Porkum had champagne in a bucket of ice, and as the women eased themselves into the hot water with a sigh.

Some inner barrier had broken between Sue and Janet. They sat next to each other, touching one another, laughing and joking. Old friends who had gotten past embarrassment. After all, there was no part of each other they hadn't seen. Or touched. The hot water helped relax sex-sore muscles.

"To friends," Porkum proposed the toast.

"Friends!" Janet and Sue said together.

Their glasses clinked. Cold, bubbly champagne cut through their throats, and left warm pools in their stomach. Porkum sipped his slowly, enjoying the color that rose on his bitches' cheeks. The tip of his cock rose above the surface of the water, but the ladies were talking to each other, sharing little jokes. Later, maybe, there would be time for cringe, worries, shock, and regret. Right now?

Now they were both under the effects of his pheromones. Utterly enraptured. Time to use that.

"Hey, toots," Porkum said, as he grabbed the edge of the hot tub and let his lower half float up, so that his great pink prick stood up above the roiling surface of the water. "Why don't you wrap those tits around this cock?"

The superheroines turned from each other toward him. Porkum's power wasn't mind control. The rational, intelligent part of their brains was intact. His pheromones just ramped their libido to inhuman levels. The pig-man grinned as he saw these intelligent, powerful women reduced to helpless sluts by their own bodies. Without a word, they set their champagne glasses down and moved throught he water.

Four wet breasts came together between the two women. They used their hands to lift their titties up and rub them against the hard shaft, the nipples hard. Yet what fascinated Porkum was the way their eyes met, as they gazed over the tip of his prick. How they moved their breasts up and down in a way that their nipples rubbed against each other. He watched as their faces drifted closer—and just when their lips were about to meet, he thrust his dick up so that their mouths met over his glans, which bubbled with frothy white cream.

The taste, as much as anything else, drove the pair mad. Porkum chuckled, his great stomach rumbling as the naked women swirled their tongues to catch as much of his addictive jizz as possible. Their wet bodies glistened as they wrapped himself around his pole. Nor did he correct them when their mouths finally met in a **** kiss, his jizz spraying against their chins as water splashed over the side of the hot tub.

His dark eyes glittered. He wondered how much this mutual fascination would remain, after they were outside the immediate influence of his pheromones.