Reed Can Satisfy Her In Terms of Size, But Not Stamina

By the end of the second week, Sue Storm had broken 7 feet. She was benching 250pounds in the morning, with Ben Grimm spotting her. She-Hulk took the Invisible Woman to her bra maker, who specialized in larger women with more active lifestyles. The flexible vibranium mesh combined with unstable molecule fabric managed to handle what Sue referred to as her "jiggle physics," and meant Johnny Storm didn't slink off to his private bathroom three times a day to relieve the dark thoughts.

Everything was going great...except in the Baxter Building's master bedroom.

Reed Richards wheezed from the center of the dead, ribs visible on his slim frame. His cock hung off the bed like a sated python. Sue was standing in the bathroom, running the thick pink rope between her legs, sawing it back and forth across her pussy with hot, **** need.

It wasn't a matter of length or girth. Reed Richards had plenty of both; more than enough even for the larger and more sexually active Sue Storm. The problem was one of stamina. They had gone to once a month to six times a day. Sue Storm's libido had hit her teenage peak; and Reed Richards, trying to keep up, was swiftly feeling his age. More than once he found himself pushing rope, his gorgeous wife muttering in frustration as the slack shaft that flopped inside her cunny. Oral sex, once a rarity, now became routine. It was commonplace for Sue to pull her dripping slot off his softening cock and press her clean-shaven thighs against his cheeks, lowering herself onto him as his tongue and lips went to work.

That was a little easier on Reed. His powers let him stretch his muscles, and he didn't have to worry about ejaculation, just shift his mind to stimulating her vagina and clitoris with tongue and lips. Sometimes he grew creative, twisting his tongue into novel shapes, played with different textures. Yet even then, there was a limit to how long he could carry on before his jaw ached and his mouth went dry.

He was a lean, mean sex machine. Yet what Sue Storm needed was a marathonist. Or a gangbang.

Ben Grimm listened to his friend as they nursed tequila, after Sue had gone to bed. In a few hours, Reed knew, she would awake and the sex cycle would start again.

"Jeez, that's rough," Ben grumbled, and laid one massive orange hand on Reed's shoulder. "I wish there was a way I could help ya, buddy."

Reed raised his eyes. The grey patches at his temples looked as if they'd grown over the last week. Like a drowning man reaching for a life preserver, he stared at Ben Grimm with **** hope.

"Actually, old chum," Reed said. "There is...one thing you can do to help."

Reed slammed back his shot. Ben, blue eyes worried, sipped his.

"Sure, Stretch. Anything I can do. Name it."