Reed Richards Has Never Given Sue Storm A Climax

Sue Storm sighed. Her eyes dropped down to her lap. Reflexively, she turned her hands invisible and visible again. Let her fingertips fade from view all the way to her wrists, and then back again. It was something she had started to do just to master her powers, and now in times of stress it helped her to focus.

"He's brilliant," Sue said, her voice still and soft, so that Dr. Stone had to lean forward to hear her. "Probably the smartest human being on the planet. But he's...he's a guy. He thinks like a guy. Sex to him is all about penetration. Even oral sex. Every woman thinks 'Oh, Mister Fantastic, he can have a 24-inch tongue!' and yeah, he can. He has. But all he uses the tongue for is to lick my cervix."

The Invisible Woman balled her hands into fists. She watched the pale knuckles disappear and reappear.

"Reed was always like that. Even when we were dating. He wasn't a hornball, but he'd always be the one getting head, letting me stroke him, groping my breasts. We didn't do it until our honeymoon, but it was always over when he came. Not me." Sue sighed. "I never came. Not once. Not in all these years of marriage. Not after two kids. Do you know how frustrating that is!?"

The blonde heroine looked up suddenly, and Dr. Stone was taken aback by the tears in Sue Storm's eyes, the blonde face bunched up in a grimace.

"He'll come in with the biggest dick on a planet not attached to a blue whale, rail me senseless, dump a load in a condom he's designed to handle that kind of volume he puts out, and then he'll fall asleep! On nights I know we're going to have sex, I can't wear panties. I have to masturbate under the covers to get myself wet enough to take him. Then I have to wait until he's sound asleep so that I can sneak into the bathroom, bite a towel, and rub my clit just to get some relief."

Sue shook as the words poured out of her in a torrent.

"And when he gets really excited—when he's on the verge of a big discovery—once isn't enough! He'll just find me, wherever I am, and pull my pants down and fuck me raw until I'm sore. Until the head of his rubbery prick batters my cervix until I'm crying! Then he'll just cum in me and...and wander back to the lab, relieved of stress and full of inspiration," Sue's tone grew bitter. "Do you know what it's like to have to wear a pad under my Fantastic Four uniform because his sperm is still dribbling out? Or to see him unveil some portal to the Negative Zone and know that was the time he bent me over the baby's crib while I was changing the sheets and fucked me until I bled?"

Dr. Stone's poker face wavered. Sue could see the eyes behind those glasses struggle to maintain a professional demeanor. The psychiatrist swallowed and then asked quietly.

"Did you ever tell him no?"

The Invisible Woman sank back in her chair as if all the energy had drained out of her.

"Of course. Yet Reed is so insistent. When he's excited, the excitement is infectious. Sometimes it's even...fun. I mean, a lot of the time it feels good. He doesn't go too deep or too hard. On our anniversary he'll even lick me a little, to help get me in the mood. But it's never enough! He never...and I've had to fake it," Sue said as she closed her eyes. "I've had to close my eyes, arch my back, and wail like a banshee. Grunt like a pig in heat. Make out that I'm utterly wild for his dick. He doesn't like dirty talk, but the noises, the eye-rolls, the deep breathing. He likes it when he thinks he's fucking my brains out. Literally. Fucked. Stupid. That's what gets him to finish fast."

All the bitterness of a lifetime of sexual frustration was evident in Sue Storm's voice. She couldn't believe she was telling anyone all of this. It was a secret Doctor Doom couldn't have drawn from her with ****, or Janet Van Dyne with a pitcher of sangria.

"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. It definitely sounds like a source of stress that we should address," Dr. Stone said. "Sexual wellness is part of your holistic physical and mental wellbeing. You've already been taking care of your own needs, but obviously that isn't addressing the core issue. So, how would you feel about finding...other sources of sexual satisfaction?"

Sue Storm, slumped in the chair, opened her eyes. "What are you suggesting?"