Sue Storm's Cum-Drunk Girlfriends Are On Her Side

They went through four pitchers. One of the benefits of "non-alcoholic" drinking parties. Sue Storm could see the effects on her friends. Even Black Widow and Mockingbird, who drank the least, still licked the white froth from their lips and drained their glasses by the end of the night. Porkum's jizz was the ultimate social lubricant. Little by little, the ladies relaxed. Joked. Smiled. Eyes dilated. Cheeks burned as Sue gave out details of her sex life...just enough to leave them hungry for more.

It made them curious. Horny. And open to suggestion.

The Invisible Woman spoke, and they laughed. Listened. Nodded in agreement when she finally asked them for little favors.

The day after the meeting, Jennifer Walters had filed the papers for the divorce. Pepper Potts walked Sue Storm through the process of transferring all of the funds and assets from her and Reed's joint accounts into Sue's private account. Mockingbird flagged Reed Richards, Ben Grimm, and Johnny Storm's files in the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, triggering credit checks, audits, and restricted access; she swore if they had an overdue library book, she'd get a warrant issued for their arrest. Black Widow went digging for all the assets and resources that Reed had hidden from Sue. The Wasp locked him and the others out of the Avengers' database and services. Jessica Drew began to spread the word on the street, Sue's version of the story, of how Reed Richards had treated her.

Within 24 hours, Sue Storm's soon-to-be-ex-husband was locked out, strapped for cash, and on the run. The Invisible Woman sat before the communications console after her conversation with Jen, inviting her back for another meeting with the girls, whenever they could find the time.

There was a knot in Sue's stomach. She didn't know where Reed, Ben, and Johnny were, but she knew that they were on the run. That she'd taken everything from them except their lives. Sue had been so busy, she hadn't even had time to call her children and let them know what happened...and the thought of the lies she would have to tell them was particularly bitter.

Porkum's cock flopped over her shoulder like an elephant's trunk. Instinctively, Sue picked it up and stuck the end into her mouth, to suck the scum of jizz from that soft tip.

"Just finished filling the bottles of 'protein shake' for those care packages to your girlfriends," Porkum rumbled. "You'll want to keep in touch with them. Make sure they come over here, keep exposed to my pheromones, my jizz...maybe I can meet with them, one at a time."

"Hmmm," Sue moaned as she took more of the soft cock into her mouth. Her thighs rubbed against each other, her aching cunny already wet. All thought of her children vanished as Porkum's prick became the center of her universe.

"I'm telling you, it's under control," Porkum whispered into the communicator. "Bitches are eating right out of hand. I'll be turning them inside out within two weeks, tops."

He was seated on the edge of the bed, speaking into a small device. A hot wet dribble of seed oozed out of Sue Storm's pussy, and she reached down between her legs to scoop it up lick the sticky seed off of her fingers. Head abuzz with sex and the strange high that came from high doses of Porkum's undiluted spunk pumped straight into her body.

"Richards is not to be underestimated," a familiar voice said. "He has friends, assets, favors to call in. The superhuman community will split, some supporting him, others Susan Storm. I am working on ways to limit his option and hasten his downfall, but it requires his soon-to-be-ex wife to maintain appearances."

Porkum glowered in silence. Sue could feel the tenseness in his body, his irritation. So unlike his normal, fun-loving self. The content of the conversation should have been enough to alarm her, to churn her stomach, to make her mad—it was clear that she had been set up and manipulated, that this whole thing was a plan.

It spoke to how deeply Sue Storm had fallen that she wasn't even upset about that. Her guilt was a tiny, tiny voice deep down inside of her. Easy to ignore as she pushed two fingers inside her cunny for more creamy baby batter.

"Alright. I won't expose myself, and I'll keep her presentable," Porkum said. "As long as she gets my spunk on the regular, she'll be happy."

Sue grinned. She rolled over and began to knead the broad, pink back with her hands. Keeping her fucked was all the Invisible Woman needed to hear.