Sue Cannot Stop From Frigging Herself Raw

One pill with dinner. Sue Storm chatted with her family. It was pizza night. The kids were learning about the Hundred Years War. Valeria, Franklin, and Reed were making a map of Agincourt, calculating angles for the cannons, wargaming. Ben Grimm had started reading the new Stephen King novel. Johnny had a date.

The Invisible Woman was on her own for the evening as the heat started to build inside of her loins. She took a cold shower, biting her lip as she ran the sponge over her dark nipples, already hard. Quivered as she ran it between her legs, careful not to linger too long. Mindful of Dr. Stone's words.

To see how long she could restrain from touching herself.

Sue took another little pink pill, with a glass of water.

The soft blue slip hung lightly from her shoulders. The blonde slipped onto the bed, tablet in hand. She settled in, pillows propped against the headboard, as she cued up Bleached Blond Cheating Cunts: NTRannies. Not the most subtle of storylines; Sue preferred something a little more involved. She needed a truly engaging plot to really get off. But this three-hour sexxxtravaganza was focused on middle-aged housewives getting pleasured and plowed by a variety of transwomen. Ever since getting her toy, Sue had come to appreciate the appeal of a figure that combined features of both men and women—though she still wasn't sure yet whether she preferred chicks with dicks or boys with tits.

The need grew inside of her as she watched the images stream past. Sue could feel her breathing speed up, her heart thundering a little faster. Stiff nipples ached as they tented her slip, and Sue unconsciously spread her thighs apart a little farther. Her bare pussy was exposed to the air, quivering with need, begging to be touched, sucked, fucked....

Sue's vision blurred a little at the edges. Maybe the second pill had been too much? Her chest rose and fell, and sweat broke out on her body so that the slip clung to her fresh-cleaned skin. Knees shook and she grabbed the bedsheet with both hands, just to keep herself from shoving her fingers into her burning twat. On the screen, a well-hung Black t-girl pounded her stiff dick into the hot box of the bleached-blonde MILF. Beside her, the blonde bitch's pathetic cuck was asleep, a nightmask over his eyes, utterly unaware of the cheating slut getting railed only inches from him.

Her brain was on fire. Hips pumped on empty air. A pathetic mewl of pure need burst from Sue Storm's throat, more animal than human. She could see in her mind's eye, so clearly, the stiff cock that could plunder her own neglected cunny...

...and at that moment, she felt some invisible **** hold her down. An invisible hand at her throat. Holding her knees apart. Something brushed against her clit through, and Sue shuddered, eyes still focused on the screen. The invisible ****-cock pushed inside, her lips spreading around the thing that was simply there, neither hot nor cold.

She wondered what Reed Richards would think if he saw his cheating wife getting railed by an invisible ****, and she moaned louder.

I'm sorry, Dr. Stone, Sue thought as the invisible prick pounded her pussy, invisible nuts slapping against her ass with such **** as to bruise the sensitive flesh. The shaft grew thicker with each stroke, grew bumps to better pleasure her secret places. When she opened her mouth to scream, a second invisible dick pushed its way past her teeth, and the ****-out Invisible Woman gagged on the unseen cock, lost in a haze of lust and erotic need.