Sue Storm Has A Better Idea

The blonde smiled. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Lines had been crossed. Possibilities exploded in her brain. A vein of pure perversity rose in the Invisible Woman's psyche.

"Oh, I can do more than that," Sue whispered.

Nairobi's eyes went wide as her pussy turned semi-transparent. She suddenly saw the walls of her cunny as if a living, three-dimensional anatomical model. Veins pulsed. Slick liquid ran down the channel of her wet pussy.

Invisible rings began to spread that pussy from the inside. Small invisible vibrating spheres buzzed against specific erogenous spots. The full clitoris, not just the tiny sensitive bit that peeked out of the dark-skinned young woman's hood, began to be stimulated by a horseshoe-shaped invisible field uniquely designed just for that purpose.

It was, to Nairobi, as though every sensitive spot in her crotch were being stimulated at once with the skill of a surgeon. Her brain could barely comprehend the sudden intense flood of sensations. Nairobi's hips were bucking and cervix spasming before her conscious mind could process what was happening.

Sue Storm smiled, playing the pussy before her like the world's sexiest violin, enjoying the way Nairobi's eyes rolled into her head. Individual orgasms merged into a stream of constant mental explosions that eradicated conscious thought. The trickle of pussy juice became a sudden flood, and Sue laughed as the warm gush splashed on her breasts, and then dwindled to a steady, unending leak as Nairobi lost all control of everything below her navel.

To Sue Storm, it was repaying the favor. To Nairobi, it was like licking the cunt of God herself.

Little did Sue know that this level of stimulation, something she had never tried before, was utterly, completely, and instantly addictive.