Sue Storm Can't Climax On Her Own And Asks For Help

The Invisible Woman panted. She was still sensitive. Her head seemed to swim with the pleasant afterglow of sex. Her hand guided down to her pussy, slit, gash, cunny, cunt. The words came easily to her, the little mantra.

Her gash was wet. She needed to rub it.

Yet there was a hesitancy as the soft pads of her fingers touched her clit. Sue Storm ran her fingers around and around in small circles. It was pleasant. Sue's other hand went to her breasts, gently squeezing first one, then the other. Yet somehow she couldn't get her head in the game.

My stupid brain is in the way, Sue realized, as her fingers rubbed her pussy with increasing frustration. It was so simple before, when Dr. Stone was helping me. Now...now it's like I can't stop thinking and just enjoy it.

Dr. Stone, having wiped the blood from her nose, saw the Invisible Woman's frown.

"What's wrong?" the doctor asked.

"I...I can't...it feels good, but I can't cum!" Sue said, her voice bitter.

The blonde psychiatrist gave a tired smile.

"It's okay. We'll try the mantra again. You just need to let go. Embrace it. Stop thinking about cumming, and just cum. Are you ready?"

Sue Storm nodded. It was embarrassing to be exposed like this, to be doing this, but it was more embarrassing to realize that she couldn't orgasm without someone else's experience. The heroine's cheeks burned hot.

"Pussy, slit, gash, cunt," Dr. Stone said, her voice oddly gravelly. Sue caught up and said the words with her. Really tried to focus on the words, the vocabulary, the images that they conjured in her mind. Not a wrinkled old vagina. A hot, wet, needy pussy, slit, gash, cunt. Sue Storm's heart hammered in her breast as a flood of heat went through her body.

Over and over, they said the words. The Invisible Woman couldn't see the glow of Dr. Stone's eyes, or hear how the psychiatrist's voice grew strained. Blood was oozing out of the doctor's eyes and nostrils. The strain of using her powers increased as the minutes wore on. The intensity of her focus was difficult to maintain as the buzz of her implants seemed to fill her head, pain arching down her neck as the head-sized-headache slowly spread.

Sue was still repeating the mantra. On her own now, as Moonstone's voice faded to a pained whisper. The Invisible Woman's conscious mind nearly gone as she sank into some near-Zen state of perfect gooning, body convulsing, fingers frantically rubbing her pussy with spastic need, eyes rolled up in her skull, a being of pure sensation. Lost in that trance of self-pleasure, just a wet pussy, slit, gash, cunt that needed to be rubbed, rubbed, rubbed...