Porkum Takes Sue Storm's Body Out For A Spin

The blonde rose from the bed and tore off her t-shirt. Ran her hands down her naked body, as if for the first time. Grinned wickedly as she stepped out of the bedroom and into the Fantastic Four's main living area.

To any onlooker, it would have appeared that the Invisible Woman had shed her clothes and walked hesitantly, utterly naked and exposed, around the house. Until they saw her face, the strange expression on it, the strange lust, malice, and mischief in those wicked blue eyes. Yet there were no onlookers, save for H.E.R.B.I.E., the small robot, whose electronic eyes missed nothing, but also said nothing. The house was sleeping...all save Reed Richards, who was busy in his laboratory.

Then there came the ding of an elevator.

Instinctively, the naked woman ducked behind a couch in the living room. A young blonde man staggered in, lipstick on his collar and lips. He staggered slightly as he walked, his expensive suit frumpled. The being that piloted Sue's body had seen that walk before, and estimated that Johnny Storm had downed most of a bottle of tequila tonight. Doubted that he would remember much, if anything, in the morning.

Utterly unaware of the eyes that watched him, the Human Torch staggered into his bedroom. With a characteristic lack of care, Johnny left the door open as he began to disrobe. The dark intelligence behind Sue Storm's eyes saw an opportunity. Not one that Porkum would normally indulge in . . . but when in Rome . . .

The naked woman rose confidently from her hiding place. Johnny was already on the bed, his jacket and shirt off, pants undone. His cock, a fair-size specimen for a human male, lay sluggish and half-erect outside his boxers.

Maybe his eyes saw the blonde blur that approached him. Felt the warm hand the gripped his manhood and, swallowing down any distate, began to stroke it into life. Johnny Storm's eyes were certainly open, if uncomprehending, as something warm and wet engulfed the head of his prick, and his eyes saw staring back at him a pair of blue eyes so much like his own.

Then the sensations from his stiffening prick overwhelmed him, and Johnny threw his head back as the tongue played around his swollen glans. Her wrist shook up and down as she stroked his cock, mind alight with the possibilities...and then a louder-than-expected grunt burst from his lips, as a hot splash of liquid whiteness erupted from the purple tip of his dick, to spurt up and fall down across the back of her hand and fingers in a sticky mess.

"Johnny?" Reed Richard's voice came from the living room.