Sue Dreams of A Threesome

Reed came to bed early. Sue felt a bit of relief as they prepared for bed together. Mister Fantastic wore only his boxers; Sue, an old t-shirt that barely fell to mid-thigh. Neither of them was looking to be romantic tonight, but he put his arm around her, and she used his shoulder as a pillow, and they fell asleep like that, each to dream their own dreams.

Only for a pale hand to draw off her astral self, away from its normal Dreamlands, toward a corner of Nightmare's own dimension. The dark eyes of the Fear Lord glittered like black gems in the depths of a cave. His twisted mind had planned for this, and Victor Von Doom's proposal had a certain attraction to him...the mortal might make a fine ally...and Susan Storm-Richards, a magnificent victim.

A hand brushed across Sue Storm's belly. Slid down to cup her sex, the soft golden curls tickling the strong, manly palm. A hungry mouth found her throat, and the Invisible Woman moaned, lost for a moment in the pure sensations of the moment as a finger slid into her wet and ready slit.

Unprepared for the soft, warm hand on her hip. The other mouth that kissed the back of her neck. Trapped between the two of them, her bare breasts brushing against a muscular chest, the stiff press of twin pricks against her thighs as they moved to lift her legs, the tips of their erections leaving slimy trails against her lower body as their mouths sought hers.

Until one of them moaned "Oh, mom!"

Sue Storm's eyes snapped open and she saw Psi-Lord staring into her eyes...a moment before she felt him slide into her cleft, the place from which he had been born...and behind her, she heard Johnny say.

"Deep breath, sis."

The pressure on her pussy was too much. Her cunny was already full, it couldn't, it wouldn't—she cried out, less in pain than in shock, as a pussy that had spread to give birth now stretched to accept a second member, the two young men thrusting in and out, sliding past one another, her overworked pussy afire from the dual penetration.

The smoke alarm woke Sue and Reed. The two seasoned adventurers were on their feet in moments, Reed stretching to go through the door first in a single long stride. The smoke was rolling up from Johnny's room. Ben was already at the door, slamming the button on the special fire suppression system they had installed in Johnny Storm's room against emergencies. For a moment, all oxygen in the room was evacuated. When the door opened, Johnny lay naked and unconscious in the ashy ruins of his bed, barely breathing.

"Gotta get you some asbestos boxers," Ben muttered, taking off his night shirt and throwing it over Johnny's morning wood, as the young hero shook himself awake. "What happened, hot head?"

Johnny ran his hand through his short-cropped yellow hair. He looked at Ben, at Reed—but didn't meet Sue's eyes.

"I had a nightmare," Johnny confessed.