5 Sexual Bucket List Items Filled

Sue Storm steeled herself with three glasses of wine before stepping into the Generated Orgasm Ordinateur Niche. It was like stepping inside a pale white room; even the door vanished as soon as it closed, and the light came from everywhere around so that she could hardly see the seams.

She told herself that this was therapy. That her psychiatrist Dr. Stone had insisted she had to face her sexual bucket list in a safe, secure environment. To exorcise these feelings by acting them out. Sue bit her lip and looked down at the first item on her bucket list.

1. Suck Namor's Cock

"I'm not actually cheating," she said. "H.E.R.B.I.E.?"

"Yes, Mrs. Richards?" the G.O.O.N. unit said.

"I...would like...to fellate Namor, the Sub-Mariner," the Invisible Woman said.

One fluttering heartbeat. Then Namor was there before her. Naked. She could smell the sea on those hard muscles, his skin and dark hair glistening wet. Even his little ankle wings fluttered as if shaking off a bit of moisture. Her blue eyes fluttered as she stared between his legs, where there was no little green speedo.

He wasn't as long as Reed, but he was girthier. She bit her lip...and sank down onto her knees and extended her tongue. The scarlet knob of his sea-born shaft was warm. She lifted it into her mouth and closed her lips around it, just enjoying the heat. How long had it been since she had done this with Reed? Months.

Slowly, she drew in her cheeks, sucking hard. Her tongue rolled around the head. Reed had always liked that, but Namor's prick had a bigger head—and it was growing thicker. The Sub-Mariner stood like a statue as Sue took it as deep as she could, only pulling back when she felt herself about to gag.

Her body grew hot inside her costume as she bobbed her head on the shaft. The Namor-simulation wasn't responsive, but the prick was magnificent in its detail. She could feel every pulse of those mighty veins that could force blood into his cock at the bottom of the oceans where the pressure would crush a mere human being. She moaned around the magnificent mutant man-meat in her mouth, a delicious thrill of the forbidden running through her as she her Namor's breathing quicken, felt the hips twitch.

The burst of semen caught her unawares, and Sue pulled her face off of it too late, tasting some of the briny essence in her mouth as spurt after high-powered spurt pumped sticky ropes of pent-up semen onto her face.

When it was done, Namor still stood there. Not even breathing hard. Slowly, the cock began to wilt.

That wouldn't do.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.," she said. "Make Namor hard again. Don't let him go soft."

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, and the miracle of tumescence filled the false Namor's prick so that it stood tall and proud once again.

Sue swallowed. The holographic jizz would disappear as soon as she left, so she could, theoretically, swallow as much as she wanted. She took a deep breath and looked at the next item on her bucket list.

2. Sit on Namor's face

The heroine pulled down pants and panties. For a moment, she debated on asking H.E.R.B.I.E. to stimulate a bed. Instead, she simply manifested invisible steps, walked up them, and sat on Namor's face.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.," she said. "Have Namor lick me. I'll tell you when to stop."

Sue Storm did not cum that night. Her Fantastic Four communicator went off and she had to run from the G.O.O.N. room, the holographic jizz vanished as she raced for the Fantasticar to deal with a Clan Destine family reunion that had spun out of control because of the open bar and now threatened to destroy half of Queens.

Yet she would be back in subsequent nights. To sit on Namor's face. To toy with his cock and make him shoot so hard that his semen hit the wall of the G.O.O.N. chamber. To fill a shot glass with his briny jizz and drink the whole thing. To stroke that hard cock with the soles of her feet and feel that hot baby batter splatter over her toes.

It wasn't always easy. Sue was fighting her own self-imposed limits. Yet one by one, the items on her sexual bucket list were being filled.

She wondered what Dr. Stone would have to say about that.