Sue Storm Returns To Her Life Forever Changed

As Sue Storm left on Monday morning, pussy sore and thighs wobbly as if she had spent the whole weekend doing squats—which, in a way she had—something gelled within her. An understanding, a realization, a certainty. While she might be walking back to the Baxter Building, her home, she was different now than the woman who had left Friday night.

Porkum hadn't just fucked her, he had fucked something out of her. She had always thought her place was with the Fantastic Four, with her teammates, with Reed as her husband, with their children. Except...now she knew it didn't need to be that way. Sue realized she didn't have to be stuck like that.

That she was free. Free to fuck and get fucked.

All her life, she had been the good girl. She had waited until marriage to have sex. Had been faithful to her husband. Saved the world. Fought, bled, almost died...and her reward for all that was paparazzi who published photos of every nip slip and criticized her wait. Passionless sex with a husband who couldn't bring her to climax. Stuck being team mom to a team that abandoned her whenever she was hurt or pregnant.

Beneath her civilian garb, Susan could feel her pussy squish with every step. Porkum had given her one last load. It oozed down her thighs, and she could feel the warm, runny baby batter soak into her socks and shoes. Like an absolute slut. She held her head high, chest out. Saw the looks of the men—and some of the women—as she passed. Appraising, approving. Even as she was, with a pussy full of mutant cum, Sue Storm had no doubt that she could walk into a dive bar and walk out with someone in tow that would bend her over in an alley and fuck her slimy slit until they deposited another sticky load deep inside her creamy cunt.

Once, such ideas would have shocked and disgusted her. Even before her weekend rendezvous with Porkum, she would have hesitated to be with anyone else. She'd only ever been with two men in her life after all.

Yet Porkum had showed her...it didn't matter. She hadn't been a wife or girlfriend to him, a lover or superheroine. Sue Storm had been reduced to a piece of meat. A fuckhole. The more of a jizzbucket she became, the more he had liked her. It didn't matter to him about her powers, her heroics.

For the first time in a long time, she had just been a woman. A sex object.

A slut. A cheating slut.

Sue had loved it. It had felt so good. Even now, she could feel part of Porkum in her, but she could also feel the hunger, the need.

She wanted to be more than just Porkum's slut, or Reed's. She wanted to fuck anyone she wanted. Oh, she would still fulfill her wifely duties to Reed, and when her pussy had recovered she might call Porkum for another dirty weekend, but right now...while the kids were away, and Reed and the others...Sue wanted to explore this feeling.

"More cocks for my gash," she whispered, a spring in her step. "More cum for my greedy fuckhole."