On Their Wedding Night

All the supervillains. All the superheroes. All the craziness that was their life, and when Sue Storm said "I do," it was still a perfect moment. When she kissed Reed Richards, and felt the weight of that ring on her finger, she knew it was the beginning of the next stage of her life. She and Reed had already been talking about kids, and Sue felt a warm flutter of excitement between her legs.

The bouquet was thrown. The cake was mashed into each other's faces. Friends and loved ones gave their best wishes.

And at last, Reed carried her across the threshold of their new, shared bedroom.

Their kisses grew more passionate. Clothing was shed. And at last, after years of dating and courtship, of love and wanting, Reed Richards saw his blushing bride in all her naked beauty and glory. The small, firm breasts with the puffy pink nipples, the trim stomach and fit legs, the gentle swell of her hips, the soft golden down between her legs . . . and immediately, like the virgin he was, he grew iron-hard, his Mr. Fantastic standing out from his body at a full seven inches from root to tip.

"Is that all?"

Sue's comment shattered Reed Richard's equilibrium.

The blonde's brow was furrowed. She stared at Reed's erection with thinly-disguised disappointment. He looked from his prick to his newlywed bride with profound confusion and consternation.

"Um..." the genius said, at a loss for words.

"Can't you make it, you know, bigger?" Sue asked.

Reed blushed. Of course, he had experimented with his stretching powers before. With chagrin, he used them now. To Sue Storm's gaze, the seven inches stretched out inch after inch, blood rushing to the expanding erectile tissues to remain rigid.

"More," she said, hands on her hips. "I'll tell you when to stop."

It wasn't the kind of comment Reed would have associated with a virgin. When his cock was nearly two feet long, Sue's lips curled up.

"That's enough, darling. Now, a little thicker. Two inches in diameter. My fingers shouldn't be able to close together around the thickest part."

Mr. Fantastic's eyes widened. That was double his normal girth. Still, he complied. His body trembled as the immense shaft swelled outward, losing a touch of its rigidity as gravity fought against the mass.

"Perfect," Sue said, as she got on her knees before him—and with what seemed suspiciously to Reed Richards like a practiced move, she took his cockhead into her mouth and pushed forward into her throat, with no gag reflex evident at all—and every sign of satisfaction.