The Wasp Can't Stop Watching The Recording

Janet van Dyne had bought the recording with the best of intentions. She had thought to turn it over to Sue Storm, to let her know someone was peddling this crap. Or have one of their discreet but technically adept friends analyze it, to see where it came from. If someone was trying to make trouble for the Invisible Woman, then the Wasp was going to make trouble for them.

At least, that had been the idea.

Yet try as she might, Janet van Dyne couldn't get the image out of her head. Four hours of uncensored raw sex. The blonde slut's ability to take a cock was phenomenal. The size and stamina of her pig-like lover was inhuman. Night after night, Janet found herself "studying" the video. Panties off. Fingers plunged in and out of her cunny in time to the terrible rhythm of their thrusts. Day after day she made excuses to herself for why she hadn't turned it over to Sue, or shown it to anyone else.

A few desultory searches in the Avengers' database hadn't turned up any pig-like mutants that matched the figure on the video, the one she had bought the film from. The Wasp had reached out to the X-Men, but they weren't willing to share without more information.

"What am I going to tell them?" Janet muttered to herself as she frigged her clit with her left hand. "He's guilty of fucking the living shit out of a blonde bimbo that looks just like Susan Storm?"

There was one part of the video that always excited Janet, no matter how many times she watched it. Just after a pounding fuck, he popped his massive boner out of her pussy and pressed her into a kind of full nelson—the blonde's arms in the air, those massive pink forearms pinned them back, with his hands on her head—and he **** her mouth down onto the tip of his prick, her body scrunched as he tried to fit as much into her mouth as he could.

Then he came. She usually slowed the speed of the recording at that point. Watched the underside of his massive manmeat bulge as the thick splooge made its way up—up—up until it reached her mouth. Janet's fingers were a blur as she savored the way the blonde's eyes bulged as the cum exploded inside of her mouth. Cheeks bulged. Her throat convulsed. Grey-white streamers of splooge burst from the blonde's nostrils.

That was usually when Janet's frantic fingers sparked. An electric buzz burst from her clit and radiated throughout her body. Every muscle contracted at once as she shocked herself to a mindblow climax that shut down all rational thought and left sexually exhausted, spent, her pussy convulsing with the aftershocks.

It would take her some time to catch her breath and watch it again. For research.

One month to the day after she first watched the video, Porkum called her. He had something else to sell her.