No Panties

Sue Storm modeled her new outfit. The skirt was scandalously short, barely reaching the top of her thighs. The long blue boots that came up past her knee had two-inch heels that she still struggled to walk in sometimes. Her midriff was bared, the top little more than a blue sports bra with a 4 keyhole in her cleavage. With the elbow-length blue gloves and choker, Sue looked like...like some slut out for a night in the club, not a heroine.

Yet that wasn't the most embarrassing part.

Something warm wrapped around her ankle. Sue froze as she stared in the mirror as the flesh-colored snake coiled up her right leg. Reed was lying in the bed, but his cock inched up towards her. The Invisible Woman swallowed hard in anticipation as, working by touch, the elongated prick crept up her thigh.

It didn't stop as it rose above the hem of her skirt. There was nothing there to stop it. Her panties were folded and put away in her underwear drawer. Sue widened her stance a little as the rubbery head of her husband's penis pushed its way inside of her.

"Reed," she said. "You're not wearing a condom! I hope you're going to pull out."

Mister Fantastic said nothing. In the mirror, she could see a look on his face that she could only describe as a leer. His cock pushed deeper inside of her...and then began to pull out...and then pushed in again.

Sue grabbed the edge of the mirror and huffed. She watched her own face as Reed fucked her from afar. Saw her eyes dilate, an infinity of Susan Storms staring back at her in the dark pupils, felt her body heat up as Reed pumped, the warm length of his cock constricted around her leg every time. Penetration alone wasn't enough for Sue to get off, but it felt good—

The emergency alarm blared.

The Invisible Woman grunted as Reed pulled out of her suddenly and without warning; his cockhead left a gleaming wet trail on her upper thigh as they both raced toward the door.

Sue Storm's new costume was about to make its debut.

Before the Federal Reserve Bank of New York, Blastaar the Living Bomburst stood oddly subdued. The great grey hulking monarch from the Negative Zone stood quietly beside the crag-faced figure beside him. The older human pointed with his hand, and Blastaar raised his arms. Concussive **** exploded from his palm, and the doors were ripped from their moorings.

"Come, ****," the Controller said with a chuckle. "None of these weaklings can withstand you, but we must work swiftly before..."

A shadow fell across the pair. Blastaar looked up, and the Controller barely moved in time to avoid several hundred pounds of stony Yancy Streeter that crashed into the alien. Ben Grimm stood up, his feet planted on Blastaar's chest. Blue-grey blood flecked the alien's mouth, but the eyes remained placid and calm.

"Destroy him!" the Controller ordered.

The eruption of power from Blastaar was like a gas main explosion. The Human Torch barely dodged the blast as the Thing went flying through the air. The incandescent figure surrounded the Controller with a ring of fire, cutting off his escape.

"That one!" the Controller screamed. "Kill that one!"

Blastaar rose, breathed heavily, and tried to point a shaky hand at the flaming figure of Johnny Storm.

Then an invisible **** slammed him into the ground, like an insect pinned beneath a glass slide.

Mister Fantastic piloted the Fantasticar in close, so that Sue could step off into the air. Self-conscious of the breeze that blew up under her skirt as she floated down on an invisible column, she couldn't spare the concentration right now to make her pussy invisible, and the moment of exposure made her heart race, her pussy still wet from the aborted lovemaking with Reed earlier.

"Bitch!" the Controller tossed something at her. It was the shape of a silver dollar, but it grew wings that fluttered as it zipped, nearer and nearer.

One of his control discs. With wings.

"Yeah, no," Sue muttered as she encased it in an invisible sphere. The thing slammed into the forcefield and buzzed around, seeking its target as Sue's boots hit the ground.

She took a step and stumbled, still unused to the heels.

In a rage, the Controller leaped through the circle of flames. Sue, busy restraining Blastaar and the flying control-disc, was taken aback by the charge. She took a step back slipped, and fell on her ass, legs spread.

A moment of realization dawned on the Controller's face as he realized what he looked at. The wet pink crease. The little round button that marked the flared base of the plug in her ass. Then he was engulfed in a sheet of flame. By the time Johnny Storm came down to douse the flames, Sue had her knees together. Reed parked the Fantasticar and came to retrieve the flying control-disc. Ben stomped back, none the worse for wear.

Sometime later, Blastaar, now freed from the control disc, stood before the portal to the Negative Zone.

"Some day, Fantastic Four, I will destroy you!" he declared. Then his head hung between his shoulders. "But for now, I thank you."

He strode through the portal in a crackle of exotic particles that whipped and evaporated into the air.

"The bum," Ben said. "I shoulda kicked his keister back to his home planet."

"Next time, old chum," Reed said with a chuckle. His arm stretched around Sue's waist...and she felt his fingers squeeze her ass in a way that he never would before, when others were present. Sue still had reservations about her new costume, but she couldn't deny that it made life a little more exciting. Dr. Stone would definitely have something to say about this incident.