Sue Storm Becomes More Sensitive & Easily Aroused

Putting her bra on was enough to make Sue Storm's nipples hard. She pulled her panties up too hard and had to bite back a moan. It was like a low-level fever beneath her skin, ready to break through at any moment. When she was doing the laundry, she found herself leaning against the machine. Bending over and pressing her crotch against the hard, vibrating metal edge. Shivering with sudden, terrible need as the rumble of water and soap and dirty clothes made her cum in her panties.

The incredibly powerful Invisible Woman fell on her knees, dribbles of squirt running down her thighs.

She had to drink a glass of nutritious nut milk to calm herself.

Her leg healed incredibly fast. Even the nurse said so. She waved to the children on the video call; Agatha Harkness was teaching them about Salem history. Including the parts that didn't make it into the history books. It was all Sue could do to keep her hand out of her crotch.

Reed and the others called. Interdimensional turbulence. Another week, maybe two. Sue nodded, unable to keep the hand away now. Digging her fingers in, wishing Reed was there.

What is wrong with me? Sue asked herself as she strode, in civilian clothes, to meet Porkum for this week's milk. She licked lips, imagining the price she would need to pay.

He was still in his suit. Prim and proper. Rocking on his heels. Smiling. The smell underneath his cologne was animalistic. It made her nips hard. Or maybe that was just the anticipation.

"Do you mind," he said, licking his snout nervously. "If we try a little more tongue, this time? I've never..."

Sue Storm smiled. Her heart beat a little faster.

"I think that can be arranged," she said, with what she hoped was a coy smile and not a leer.

She tilted her head. Welcomed it, as their lips met. Closed her eyes and let her mouth open. Her tongue slid into his mouth, met his own, massive tongue. For a moment, he pushed, and she was afraid his tongue would just **** itself into her mouth and fill it.

But her just held it there, at the opening of her mouth. Quivering with the effort it took to hold back. Sue found herself raising her hands to cradle his cheeks. Opened her mouth wide. Let him in. To taste her. To let their tongues play with each other. She felt her knees start to buckle, her pussy already leaking.

For a moment, a long, hot moment, she felt the temptation.

Then she put her hands against his chest and gently pushed away.

Porkum let her. His great pink cheeks flushed and rosy. Snout quivering. She knew he could feel it too.

"Until next week," Sue Storm said.