Sue Storm Sucks 40 Cocks. And That's Terrible.

Her tongue ran up the underside of the purple glans. Sue Storm heard a gasp on the other side. She ran her tongue around the tip, remembering all the times she had done this for Reed. For her husband, on birthdays and anniversaries, sometimes Christmas after Franklin and Valeria had gone to bed.

It was nothing like when she had tried to suck Porkum's cock. That mammoth mutant man-meat that made her pussy drip and tingle just at the sight or smell of it. By comparison, this Black cock was barely a handful. The Invisible Woman closed her mouth around the tip and sucked hard. Her fingers stroked the shaft, felt the big fat vein along the top.

Before she knew what was happening, the cock coughed and spat. Her eyes didn't even water as the thick load hit the back of her throat like a wad of phlegm. Porkum's prick oozed more than that as precum. Sue didn't even have to swallow; just opened her throat and let the jizz slide down to her stomach as the premature ejaculator finished.

As soon as he began to withdraw, another cock pushed in from Sue's left. Not quite pink, sort of tan. Latino? Asian?

Sue Storm neither knew nor cared. She didn't even wipe her lips. The cock was there, and she was on it.

If nothing else, it gave her something to do. Something to focus on beyond the betrayal of her husband, her family, her principles. How far she had fallen; one of the most powerful heroines in the world, in a box in the alley, sucking some random dick.

This one spat early, too. Sue's brow furrowed. What the hell was with these guys? Neither had lasted more than a minute or two.

Sue was determined to take her time with the third one, only to be confronted with what was almost a micropenis; barely three stubby inches, and quivering so hard it was ready to burst just from breathing on it. The Invisible Woman engulfed it and felt it burst instantly, a shuddering moan from beyond the box testament to the owner's soul trying to leave their body via their urethra. Sue wouldn't have even bothered to swallow, but another dick pressed through another hole, and suddenly she was surrounded on all four sides by stiff, waiting shafts that needed to be stroked and sucked.

Most didn't last long. Sue was breathing hard as the marathon session continued. Using invisible rings to keep them hard for her as she focused on one at a time. Listened to the chatter of the men beyond the flimsy walls. The excitement, the disbelief, the names.

"What a slut..."

"Dude, tighter than your mom!"

"Like a vacuum cleaner."

"I think she took some of the skin off my dick."

"Can we go seconds?"

"I need to get hard again..."

"Bro, I am not touching your cock. Just stroke it and think of Mrs. Crabapple..."

Young voices. A terrible inkling came to Sue Storm as she continued. Some of them didn't quite make it to her mouth. Streams of semen coated her hands and wrists, or splattered in gooey spiderwebs across her face. There were, she judged, about forty of them all told. And they were taking turns. Some of them, two or three or more, urging each other on, crowding the booth until it shook.

In the rush, Sue lost track of time. Forgot, for a moment, she was the Invisible Woman. She was simply a sponge for splooge, her stomach rebelling against the bitter loads, panting with need as the first thick, sticky loads gave way to watery dribbles. Sometime long after midnight, the last of them took longer, had difficulty keeping it hard. Her pussy burned from where she had been twisting on it, impaled all night in preparation for Porkum's mighty shaft.

The last cock dribbled across her tongue, then withdrew.

"Alright, men," Porkum's voice boomed out. "Good show. Back on the bus!"

Sue Storm looked through the gloryhole. She saw, not to her surprise, a New York University school bus. Freshman. She had just sucked off forty 18-year-olds and 19-year-olds. Probably some sports team. The heroine felt sick to her stomach. Most of them were probably virgins. Or had been, until she'd wrapped her lips around them. A part of her wondered how they would treat women now, if they'd try to get their girlfriends to suck the sperm out of their piss-holes with the same wild abandon as the slut in the alley.

Porkum opened the door. He was naked, and his hard-on was raging. Without a word, he scooped the heroine-slut up off her dildo and rammed her tired, aching cunt down onto it. Sue gave a strangled cry, felt her stomach twist in sudden nausea.

"Maybe I should send you home like that?" Porkum chuckled as he began to bound her atop his cock, his nuts slamming into her ass with every thrust of his hips. "Think he'll notice your cum-breath?"

The chuckle gave way to evil laughter, and Sue Storm's heart nearly froze. She knew that Porkum was well capable of giving such an order. With a moment of despair, she realized that she would do it, too, if he told her to.

Nothing else mattered in her life except this feeling of fullness. The heat in her body. Cunt filled to capacity and beyond. She clung to him and burbled acquiescence. Whatever he wanted. Whatever she had to do. Just fill her cheating cunt with more of his addictive cum.