Sue Contacts Karla For Assistance

Sue Storm was doing her homework. That's what she called it, lying awake in her own bed, panties off, rubbing her clit with the tips of two fingers on her left hand. Her knees were akimbo, soles of her feet pressed together. It would be an embarrassing pose, if anyone was there to see it. Except Reed was in the lab, everyone else asleep, and the door was locked. Sue Storm was alone with her pussy.

And she was failing.

It felt good, to rub her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to picture how Karla had done it. Yet no matter how Sue tried to mimic her technique, it wasn't working. Something was off, something was missing. It wasn't an unfamiliar sensation for Sue Storm; she had spent many nights simply giving up after sex, not achieving climax. Now...now it felt worse because she wanted to cum. But it wasn't happening.

Sue Storm needed help.

So she called her psychiatrist.

Karla was on her third glass of bourbon, doing crunches in the nude in her own apartment. The one problem with this partnership with Doctor Doom was that she had very little to do when not actively engaged with the Invisible Woman. It left her playing to bad instincts, like drinking alone at home, and to exercising to make up for the calories...

So she was slightly drunk, sweaty, and bored when the video call came in.

"Karla," Sue Storm said. There was an edge of desperation to her voice, and the heroine's face was flushed. "I'm trying to do my homework, but I'm having trouble..."

Sue couldn't say it. But Karla understood. And grinned.

"I think I can help," the villain said.

Which is when the camera slid down Karla's naked body, to focus on the wet, sweaty pussy.

"Now," Karla said, as her fingers found their familiar groove. "Let's do this together."

It was different, Sue thought, as her fingers traced her own pussy while watching Karla do the same. To hear the other woman's moans, soft and involuntary. An odd excitement built inside of Sue as the fingers on the screen moved faster, and then unexpectedly dipped into her cleft. Sue instinctively followed suit, gasped at the penetration, at the fingers that stretched her pussy out, at the way the juicy cunt on screen squeezed...

"Cum for me," Karla moaned, as her own pussy shivered and a hot burst of liquid splattered the screen, an involuntary squirt that the villain had no control of. Through the smartphone's speakers, she heard Sue's response, a high-pitched little squeal of **** release. Karla imagined the Invisible Woman's toes curling, her pussy squeezing tight on fingers.

Then, heavy panting, from both ends.

"Thank you," Sue said.

"Anytime," Karla replied. And she meant it.