Two Weeks - Until Reed and the Rest of the Fantastic Four Come Home

Sue Storm ran her fingers over the spot that had once been a hole in her left thigh. The injury had healed with incredible rapidity, and even the scab had shrunk, with no trace yet of a scar. With a little luck, and if she avoided picking at it, the wound might not even leave much of a scar.

Nervous excitement put a bounce in Sue Storm's step as she drank her morning glass of Porkum's Organic Nut Milk. Alicia Masters was bringing Franklin and Valeria back today, and the latest communication from Reed suggests he and Ben and Johnny would be back in time for dinner. Sue rushed through the living quarters, to make sure everything was perfect. Sheets and clothes washed, dinner prepared—hotwings, beer, lemonade—and the Invisible Woman nearly hummed with energy.

So much so that she had to take time out in the middle of the day for a quickie.

"Hmmm," Sue bit her lip as she knelt in front of the toilet, her pants down on her knees. Her fingers were a blur as she rubbed her clit, blue eyes rolled up inside her head as an invisible cock slid in and out of her hole with a wet squelch. She had no idea what had gotten into her lately. Sometimes the need would just overcome her and she had to stop whatever she was doing and take care of it. Her thigh muscles bunched, but her wounded leg didn't even hurt as she let out an animalistic little squeal of pure pleasure. A hot, clear burst of liquid spurted out onto the floor, and Sue sank down, panting, face flushed.

The family reunion was all hugs and kisses, high-pitched screams of joy from the children, exhausted grins from the men. Johnny had tried to grow a beard, again, and when it scratched Sue's cheek she'd made him go burn it off. Ben was as grateful to see Alicia as he was to get a beer and a plate of hotwings. And Reed...

Sue greeted him with a full kiss. Her tongue slid past his surprised lips, and an invisible hand reached down to give his crotch a friendly squeeze.

"I missed you," Sue confessed, a whisper in her ear that promised a long, hard night to make up for all the weeks apart.

She showed him exactly how much she missed him that night. Weeks of fantasies unleashed after the children had been put to bed. As Reed Richards washed off the funk of weeks trapped in the ship, an invisible figure slipped in, her form limned by the steam. Ran through the hair on his chest. Teased his little nipples with her teeth. Felt his not-so-little prick, long but slender, rise and brush against her bush.

Then she had him pinned against the back of the shower, her mouth on his as she raised her leg and guided him inside of her. She was so hot and wet, ready to go, there was no resistance as he slipped deep inside. His naked arms stretched around her to hug her close as she humped him with almost animalistic need.

Until his body tensed around her. Until something thicker and hotter than the water trickled down her thigh, thick and yellowish.

It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. Nor did Reed resist as she **** him down onto his knees and drew one leg up over his shoulder. His hot tongue ran up and down her fresh-creamed slit, to taste his own jizz...and Sue finally tossed back her head and gave voice to a cry of satisfaction as she wobbled on one leg, the **** of her climax momentarily sating her animalistic need.

They weren't done. Sue made sure of it. And by the morning, Reed lay like a dead man, his rubbery noodle wrapped like a snake around her neck, her golden head on his stomach. Sue woke with the first light of dawn, pleasantly sore in all the right places, and gave her husband's pecker a little kiss that smeared her face with gummy precum. She licked her lips, and felt a familiar hunger. It was time for her first glass of Porkum's organic nut milk of the day.

Sue unwrapped the rubber-hose-like prick from her neck and rose to her feet. She could have walked invisible and naked to the kitchen, but with the kids and the family back, she opted for a more demure blue bathrobe. A glass of milk and then on to her morning exercises.

Except in the fridge, where the bottle should have been, was an empty spot. Sue Storm's forehead wrinkled.

"H.E.R.B.I.E.?" she asked. "Where's the organic nut milk?"

The tiny robot, that had silently followed her into the kitchen, chimed:

"No packages from Mr. Porkum have arrived, Mrs. Richards," he said. The tiny robot proffered a small pink envelope. "But this did arrive for you."

Curious, Sue Storm turned the envelope over. It smelled like it was from Porkum; it had that strange scent associated with it, musky and earthy, she associated with his packages. When she opened the envelope, it turned out to have a pink piece of paper with a simple message typed onto it—yet that message made Sue Storm's blood run cold.