Sue Storm's Pussy Gets Wet When She Uses Her Powers

The Invisible Woman left Dr. Stone's office with that slightly knock-kneed feeling that she had felt so rarely during her marriage with Reed Richards. She was glad that the psychiatrist had stayed outside the small room during the sex therapy, and felt embarrassed at her body's own response. Guilt and shame warred with the languorous post-climax relaxation of her body, the product of her conscious mind realizing she had needed artificial stimulation to achieve orgasm.

Sue sighed. Dr. Stone meant well, but there were parts of Sue's psyche that she didn't feel the need to delve. As it was, she wasn't sure what she would tell Reed about today's session. Not telling him at all felt like cheating, yet if she told him, then he might feel insulted, withdraw even further inside of himself.

"This wouldn't happen if you'd just make love to me on the regular, mister," Sue whispered under her breath as she threaded the crowded sidewalks of Manhattan, glad at least for the exercise to work out the kinks in her legs, wincing at unfamiliar pains. She hadn't cum that hard in years.

Then she looked up and saw a flaming 4 in the sky.

Johnny's signal. Something was wrong.

Without a thought, Sue rose on an invisible pillar, gaining altitude—and immediately felt her knees wobble as a pleasant tingle went through her pussy. The Invisible Woman bit her lip and fought past the sudden dampness in her drawers, running along an invisible sky-path towards the flaming sign in the sky. Legs and arms pumping, glad that the exercise disguised how every step came with a building excitement in her nether regions.

The orgasm must have made me more sensitive, Sue Storm rationalized as she saw the flaming figure of the Human Torch exchanging blasts with a flying figure on some sort of small, highly-mobile platform—and then she saw the blue hole in space, the armored troops marching through on three legs.

Earth was being invaded. Again.

The Invisible Woman grinned ass he dove towards the foe, forming an invisible cow-scoop in front of her, prepared to mow them all back to wherever they came from.

Her panties were soaked.

She was going to enjoy this.