Sue Struggles With The Decision, So the Mole Man Offers Drugs

"If you're not in the mood," the Mole Man offered. "There are mushrooms from Subterranea that the Moloids use for recreation. Narcotic, but not habit-forming; and they have aphrodisiac properties."

Sue Storm looked unhappy at this, but at last nodded.

The shrooms were small, round off-white buttons. At the Mole Man's suggestion, she took one, then washed it down with a swallow of fungus-wine. He stood closer to her now. Almost too close. Yet he did not touch her. Instead, the squat, big-nosed man whispered softly of her beauty; the fairness of her skin, the long, lean limbs, the tight waist and modest but shapely bust. Compliments that Reed Richards, her fiancé, had so rarely offered.

A strange, feverish heat arose in the Invisible Girl's body. She began to perspire. She swayed a little, and the Mole Man pointed his staff at a divan. Gratefully, Sue Storm collapsed into it. Suddenly thirsty, she reached for more of the wine, and the Mole Man brought it to her. Gulped it greedily, her head swimming.

Presently, she was aware that he was disrobing. Her eyes focused on his member, the first she had seen a naked man besides Reed. While they both had wished to wait for marriage, Sue was a modern girl and hadn't minded giving him a bit of head. Even before the accident that gave them their cosmic powers, he had been her Mister Fantastic: seven slender inches, a real throat-tickler.

The Mole Man was not that long, but he was thick, stubby. As wide across at the middle as her wrist.

Sue would remember later how she had taken off her own costume. She had refused to kiss him, but had opened her legs when that big nose had snuffled down to her lady garden. The moans she had made were unfeigned. Then, when she was wet and breasts heaving, Sue had shamefully pulled her labia apart and invited him to mount her.

He wore a condom. Sue appreciated that. In her current state, she had not thought of it, but she wasn't looking to become pregnant, certainly not by the Mole Man! The squat, hairy man climbed onto her, and as he pushed inside of her Sue gave a cry of mingled ardor and shame. Then he was pounding away, frantic, desperate, striving to prolong the sensation yet obviously in ecstasy.

Sue Storm was feeling it herself. It began as a sense of anticipation. Her pussy was stretched so wide, it was like she could feel every vein of that latex-clad cock. She shut her eyes to keep out the sight of the Mole Man as he humped her relentlessly, tried to imagine it was Reed Richards, the man she loved, that was fucking the shit out of her tight twat, but her traitorous cunny seemed to grow tighter and tighter as she squeezed. Her breath came in quick, panting gasps, her head lolled.

The quiver began in her buttocks. Her heels moved up to drum against his lower back. The anticipation and pleasure rose and rose until it hit a peak—and that was when Sue realized she had hit her peak, that her whole body convulsed about that invading prick, and the Mole Man moaned and grunted as he filled the ballooning condom inside of her.

"What...what happened?" Johnny Storm asked as he sat up. Around him, the rest of the Fantastic Four were rising, clutching their heads.

"It must have been a gas-pocket," Reed Richards rationalized. He looked around the cavern. "No sign of the Mole Man! I hope that explosion got him."

"If he shows his ugly mug again, we'll do for 'im," Ben Grimm added.

Sue Storm bit her lip and said nothing. Glad to see that her family was safe. That the Mole Man kept his word. Yet her pussy was sore, and she felt certain that they would see him again.