Sue Storm Finds Herself Needing A Different Sort of Lollipop

The Invisible Woman woke with the taste of old cock in her mouth. A gumminess like she had sucked too long on a strip of leather accompanied her first moments of consciousness. She was glad Reed wasn't there to smell her rancid breath. Wasn't there to taste the artificial cock flavor on her lips when she kissed him good morning.

The flavor haunted her dreams as well. All night long, the Invisible Woman had been unable to escape the fantasies of her subconscious hungers. Sometimes she knelt on her knees before a chrome cock-shaped faucet, and just let the endless flow of white jizz fill her mouth and stomach to bursting. Sometimes she hunted through the endless corridors of the Baxter Building, in search of the end of Reed's elongated prick. The long, pink, wormlike member seemed to stretch for miles. In her most prosaic fantasies, Sue was simply trapped on her back on a cross, as a succession of Skrulls came on her face. Her mouth open as she tried to catch every drop from those strange green cocks.

The dreams faded into a haze with wakefulness. On her feet to face a new day, the heroine shuffled into the bathroom for her ablutions. To wash the old cock flavor away with her toothbrush and a gargle of mouthwash. By the time she was finished with her morning exercises, H.E.R.B.I.E. was there with her new lollipop. The grey-white candy pristine in its perfection as she popped it into her swollen mouth.

It kept the worst of the shakes away. The physical addiction. Yet it did nothing to stop the fantasies.

Sue wore a mask to conceal her swollen lips during the nurse's visit, and when on video-call with her children. H.E.R.B.I.E. assured her that the super-scientists were studying the data he sent them, working on a cure. Reed and the others hadn't checked in for days, and she worried...but it was nighttime when things were at their worst.

When she was all alone. Nothing to do. When her fantasies had no outlet. All day she would suck on H.E.R.B.I.E.'s little lollipops, but at night, when she could repress it no longer, when the fever heat filled her body. Sue would be on the bed, naked. Eyes closed as she sucked on that paltry substitute for a prick. Until she could take it no longer.

With a wince, Sue would raise her hips and slide the panties off. The wet, half-sucked lollipop in hand, she slid it up and down her hot snatch. The wet slit slimy with her own secretions from a day of mental cock-sucking. One hand explored her too-wide mouth, the swollen lips, made for sucking dicks. The other rubbed the lolly on her bare cunny. Around her stiff little clit. Into the hot, wet depths, as far as it would go.

"Mrs. Richards. That action is not advised," H.E.R.B.I.E.'s electronic voice broke into the Invisible Woman's reverie. She pulled her hand from her mouth for long enough to ask:

"Why?"