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A Hard Day's Night	By : Ksennin Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Fantastic Four Views: 12067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Standing before the dressing room's full-length mirror,
Susan Storm Richards regarded her reflection with
critical eyes. After adjusting an imperceptible wrinkle
in her skimpy garment, she placed her hands on her hips,
and twisted first one way, then the other, finally
rotating to study her silhouette in profile.
Apparently satisfied, she nodded to herself. The
very-abridged version of her Fantastic Four uniform
still fit as well as ever, if not better, she thought.
"Two pregnancies and still flat," she muttered, sliding
a hand over her exposed abdomen. "And still firm,"
she added, cupping with both hands the full bosom which
stretched her top's spandex-like material. The longer
hours in the gym truly paid off.
She stretched one shapely leg to a side and considered
the thigh-high white boots. The high heels were quite
impractical, unlike the ones she used with her regular
uniform, but she liked the resulting decadent look.
Sue had worn the skimpy, two-piece costume with the
long white gloves and matching boots, only for a brief
time, and had soon discarded it as unsuitable for her
adventures as a member of the Fantastic Four, but she
had to admit that she loved the way the daring,
skin-exposing combination flattered her figure. The
high-cut bottom covered barely more than a swimsuit,
and the shoulder-baring top, ending not far below the
bust line, emphasized the lush fullness and shape of
her breasts. The unstable molecules fabric had not
been designed for such purposes, but the skin-tight
result of using a costume apparently two-sizes too
small certainly showed off her curves to outstanding
effect. Even the top's classic number "four" symbol
helped bring the observer's eyes to her chest, as she
knew well from experience.
Brushing her soft blonde hair aside, Sue fastened to
her neck the white choker with the "four" symbol.
She studied her reflection again, and smiled. You
could be a wife and mother and still be seductive,
she told herself. She was ready.
Leaving her bedroom, Sue strode down the corridor of
the living quarters, practicing the undulating walk
she planned to use. Coming out into the large common
living room, she smiled at the sight of the large
orange-hued figure effortlessly carrying a large trunk
in one massive hand.
"Why, Ben," she said. "Planning to sneak out?"
"Uh?" Ben Grimm said, turning around. The trunk
slipped from his grasp and fell with a heavy thud,
spilling the contests all over the carpeted floor.
"Suzie? What-Why-?" he stammered, trying to pick
up the scattered clothes and personal effects while
failing miserably in not staring at her. "Uh, I
mean, didn't ya stop wearing... 'dat' some time ago?"
"Thought I'd try it on again, just to see if it
still fit," she said, spreading her legs slightly
and posing with hands on hips. "Doesn't it make me
look fat?"
"Fat? Ya kiddin' me? Heck, ya look great, kiddo."
"Why, thank you. I hope Reed feels the same," she
said with a smile and a meaningful lift of her
eyebrows.
"Uh, I'm sure he will," Ben offered. "Anyone
normal would," he added, muttering to himself.
"You don't have to leave at all, you know," Sue
said, folding her arms before her chest, forearms
pressing her soft breasts up inside her top.
"Been promisin' Alicia a long vacation for ages,
Suzie," Ben said, trying hard to look exclusively
at the pair of socks that seemed to elude his thick
rocky digits. "I owe her."
"But you don't have to quit for that!"
"Ya know der's always crap comin' up. Ya guys need
someone close by. Jennifer'll do fine in my place."
"Oh, well, try to come back soon, you big lug,"
Sue said, stepping next to Ben, her hands holding
onto the craggy surface of his inhumanly thick arm,
and leaning forward on tip-toes to kiss his craggy
cheek, her breast pressing against his massive bicep.
"We'll miss you. I'll miss you."
"Com'on! Don't make get all teary-eyed and crap,"
Ben said, his rocky body stiffening ever more.
"I ain't leavin' till tomorrow mornin'. And sure
I'll be back."
"I know you will, Ben. No matter how much you do
grumble, you know that you aren't happy away from us,"
she said with a warm smile from the doorway. "We are
like family."
"Yeah, I know," he said.
"Till later," she said and left.
"Never had no relative who looked like dat," Ben
muttered with a sigh.
**************************************

"Reed?"
"Um?"
"It's late, darling," Susan said, standing in the
open doorway to Reed Richards' Multi-Lab, her voice
soft and inviting. "You should come to bed."
"Oh, yes, in a minute," Reed Richards said, his eyes
never wavering from the multi-screen monitor array
where figures and symbols raced at vertiginous speeds,
while his arms and fingers stretched in impossible
ways to operate keyboard after keyboard with manic
speed.
"You should REALLY come to bed," Sue repeated.
"You won't regret it."
"Oh, yes, in a minute."
"Franklin is sleeping over at the Powers' house, so
I thought we may have some time for... ourselves,"
she explained, as she slowly walked in, her body
moving with deliberate sinuousness. "It has been a
while, you know."
"Oh, yes, I'll be there in a while."
"I am wearing something special for you."
"Yes, dear."
"How do I look?"
"You always look lovely, Sue."
"You could look at me."
Reed glanced at his wife for an instant, and smiled
warmly at her. "That's nice. Aren't you cold?" he
asked, while turning back to his work.
"Not at all. Just the opposite, in fact."
"You don't want to get a cold, dear."
"I would want to get something else, instead," Sue
said, standing behind him and leaning forward, her
arms gently embracing his seated figure, her bosom
pressed softly to the back of his head.
"That's fine dear," he replied, his hand tapping hers
twice before returning to work the keyboards. "Get
whatever you want."
"Really?" she said, her voice a seductive purr, as
she pressed forward, cradling his head between her
breasts. "I may want it in every way possible."
"That's fine dear."
"You of all people should be interested in some...
experimenting."
"Yes, dear."
"So I've been thinking of some new ways to use your
stretching powers," she said with a wicked glint in
her eyes. "And I wouldn't mind being stretched a bit
myself..."
"That's fine dear."
"Do you think you could manage to enter me all ways
at once?" she asked, her hands running thru his hair.
"Yes, dear."
"And we have yet to measure how deep you can really
get," she in a throaty whisper, moving down to bite
at his right ear.
"Hey! That hurt!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, I may want it to hurt," she purred. "The best
times often do, at first..."
"I'm sure," he said, frowning, and reaching with an
elongated arm to scribble several obscure equations
into a notepad several yards away.
"Let's do it here, now," she said, moving before him.
"Do what?"
"Everything," she said, sitting back on the control
console, throwing her head slightly back, and arching
her back, to push her bust forward. "Whatever you want."
"Some coffee would be nice, thanks," he said with a
smile.
"I was thinking of something more... stimulating,"
Sue insisted, slowly lifting one leg to rest her foot
on his groin.
"I am working, Sue," Reed said, with a sincere
expression of bafflement.
"Oh, yes, you are always working," she replied, her
voice growing an edge of irritation. "I thought you
could work on me, for a chance."
"I'll be finished in a minute, dear," Reed said,
stretching his torso and twisting to a side to watch
the monitors behind his wife.
"I thought you would like the outfit," Sue said,
letting her breath out with a sigh of disappointment.
"Oh, sure, it's lovely," he said, while reaching up
to connect several cable arrays.
"It can be gone, if you don't like it," she said as
the fabric's colors began to grow faint. "It can be
as if I had nothing at all on," she added, and the
fading clothing began to show the pink-colored large
nipples beneath, until it finally disappeared
altogether, exposing her flesh as if it had never
existed. The full breasts heaved with a deep breath,
begging for attention, and she leaned back on the
console, her legs spreading open, exposing the soft
blonde hair between.
"Oh, I liked it. You are always lovely," he said, not
looking away from his computer screens.
"Namor loved this outfit," she said softly, with a new
fire in her eyes. "He really did."
"That's fine dear."
"He loved ripping it off me, too," she added, a tone
of challenge in her voice.
"I'm sure, dear," Reed replied typing in a different
keyboard, while another monitor showed rapidly
fluctuating graphs.
"Almost as much as he loved having me," she whispered.
"That's fine dear."
"As he loved possessing me, making me his," she added,
with growing emphasis. "Fucking me, fucking me like
a savage beast, making me come in his arms, again and
again."
"Really?"
"Oh, yes. He fucked me so hard. In my cunt, my ass,
everywhere, and I couldn't get enough. I just begged
for more. More of his big, thick cock. I begged to
be his bitch forever."
"That's fine dear."
"You haven't heard a fucking thing I said, right?"
"Excuse me?"

**************************************

The HERBIE Mark XIII drone hovered five feet above
the ground, its extensible mechanical arms picking up
assorted small items of clothing scattered in the
living room. Initial evaluation of the size of the
teddy-bear print boxer shorts indicated that among
the habitat's registered residents, entity Benjamin
Grimm had a 99% probability of being the owner. The
self-improvement associational analysis algorithm
programmed by designer entity Reed Richards, led to
register the observation that current data collation
on paired clothing items indicated a 79% probability
of isolated items lacking the respective companion,
HERBIE register while gathering the oversized,
unmatched socks.
"I could kill him! I could really, really kill him!"
Sue said out loud as she barged into the room, her
hands bunched into fists. "why the hell do I put up
with this?" she continued, disappearing down the
corridor to the bedrooms.
"Excuse me, madam," HERBIE said, following Sue into
her rooms. "The clean clothing items were placed in
the proper drawer locations at nineteen hours."
"I really should-" Susan said, before turning to look
at HERBIE with a furrowed brow. "What?"
"Repeating: The clean clothing-"
"What are you talking ab-? Ah! Damn!" Sue said,
making her costume become visible again. "No need
for that, Herbie. I'm already dressed."
"Fine, Madam. May I be of any assistance?"
"Not unless you can slap some sense into my husband,"
she replied bitterly, letting herself fall back onto
the bed despondently.
"My programming explicitly forbids any physical
violence against humans."
"Yes, yes, Asimov's Laws of Robotics and all," Sue
said, staring blankly at the ceiling. "What about
Susan's First Law of Married Life: 'Wife should get
some from time to time'?"
HERBIE hovered in silence, unable to process an answer.
"I mean," Sue continued. "I'm not asking for it all
the time! Not that I wouldn't want it -but just once
every couple of weeks or something like that! Is that
too much to ask?"
"I cannot -" HERBIE began.
"I mean, is it such a chore?" she asked, standing up.
"Am I not desirable?"
"I am not equipped to process that-"
"Men stare at me everywhere! Playboy has been asking
me to pose for years! Even aliens want me! Kree,
Skrulls, Shi’ar, whatever! How come half the universe
wants to get into my pants but my husband acts like
I don't exist?" she exclaimed throwing her hands up
in the air.
"Evidence indicates that Mr. Richards is indeed aware
of your physical existence-"
"Sure, like another piece of machinery or furniture!
I want him to be there for me! I have needs!"
"All basic household services are functioning at the
optimum levels," HERBIE said. "Whatever Madam needs
can surely be provided."
"Oh, please! Can you pry Reed away from his lab?"
"Mr. Richards gave instructions not be disturbed."
"See? Maybe he should program me too!"
"Organics cannot-"
"It just isn't right! We've been married for almost
a damn decade! Sure they say the honeymoon is over
at some time, but we really never had any! Hell,
even the day we got married he spent more time on his
work than on me! Literally!"
"Mr. Richards' work is of the utmost importance."
"Sure, I know that! But I wish to be important too!"
Sue complained. "I kill myself dieting and working
out, and I lose to a damn bunch of circuits and cables!"
"The multi-lab is composed of more than just-"
"I should go out," she said, eyes shining. "You
should call me a cab and I should go I out clubbing,
and see if others do notice me! I should fuck the
night away with some hot stud, and Reed can go to hell!"
"Metaphysical locations are not accessible-"
"It's ridiculous that in all these years of marriage
I have slept more with other men than with my own
husband! Hell, I think I have gotten more sex from
our enemies alone than from Reed!"
"Madam, my programming indicates this may be filed
as 'Too Much Information'-"
"Ah, damn, why am I telling you this at all?"
"Human behavior exhibits a basic need to unburden
emotional issues with anyone available as audience.
This conclusion is derived from analysis of the Oprah
show."
"And why the hell are you standing there?"
"I cannot exit a verbal exchange until being formally
dismissed, madam. At what time do you desire your
taxicab, madam?"
"Taxicab?"
"To quote go out clubbing unquote and quote fuck the
night away with some hot stud unquote."
"But I don't want to cheat on him! I hate cheating
on him! I love Reed, I don't want anyone else, but
what choice does he give me? Do I even get a quickie
from time to time? No! The only time I had sex
regularly at home was when the Brute passed himself
off as Reed, and THAT's how I knew something was wrong!
It was just too much and too good to be true!"
"Madam then will not require a taxicab."
"NO!"
"Fine, madam. May I be of any assistance?"
"NO!"
"May I be excused?"
"Oh, get out of here!" she said, already close to
tears of frustration.

*********************************************

HERBIE left the Invisible Girl's living quarters.
The previously projected date did not match, but the
medical literature reviewed had warned about the
possibility of irregularity. He went on, registering
the day in his inner calendar as the beginning of the
'That Time of the Month' period, and activated all
the pertinent behavioral precautions.

*********************************************

Sue took off the unsuccessful outfit and threw it
against the wall, her invisible force powers making a
dent in the sheet-rock wall.
She would not cry or go nuts, Sue told herself, taking
a long, deep breath. Ever since her ordeal with the
PsychoMan in the Microverse, she had sworn that she
would never let her frustrations saddle her with guilt
and feelings of inadequacy. She knew that she was
beautiful and sexy, and if Reed did not appreciate it,
it was his loss.
She entered the bathroom and headed for the tub,
opening the hot water faucet. She would take a long,
hot bath, and forget about her sex life, or lack of it.
As she slipped in the hot water, Sue sighed. She
could never stay mad at Reed for too long. His
detachment with the mundane was part of his genius,
and she loved him too much to hate such an essential
part of his self, but she could not help but feel
frustrated by their lack of regular intimacy. It had
been so long since he had last caressed her, she
thought, since he had last made her tremble in his arms.
Perhaps if he were lousy in bed she would not feel so
deprived, but he was a wonderful lover. The obsessive
concentration he devoted to his work, he also carried
to the bedroom. She loved the way he explored her body
with his stretchable limbs, how he lingered in the most
unusual spots, as if measuring her every minute change
in arousal, how he managed to make possible positions
that would have baffled the writers of the Kama Sutra.
Sue sighed again. Her hands had been running over her
skin in synch with her recollections, rubbing her
swollen nipples, kneading the soft flesh of her teats,
touching herself as she longed him to touch her. One
hand slid between her legs and explored her core, the
water mixing with her own growing moisture, and she
moaned with the growing pleasure. If only it were his
hands on her.
She began to rub harder, to probe more insistently.
Her excitement rose, but also her sense of unease.
Masturbation most often left her feeling empty and
unfulfilled, as if she had settled for junk food
instead of a proper meal.
Perhaps her therapists and the Psycho Man were right,
and she was essentially too passive. Maybe she did
need the presence of a lover both for emotional
communion and for providing her the opportunity to
relax, to let go and yield completely to her senses.
Maybe she could go just so far being too active herself.
She smiled and bit her lower lip with a small smile.
She could still be passive, physically at least, she
knew. Focusing on her powers, she extended her arms
above her head, in a stretched out languorous position,
while she felt the pressure of her invisible force
against her own skin. She simulated the pressure of
a body on top of hers, and as she opened her legs as
wide as the tub allowed her, she felt the shape of
an invisible force construct parting her outer labia.
The force field construct felt solid but perfectly
smooth, slicker than plastic or glass, as it slid
between her inner lips and entered her, making her
gasp with its size. She bit her teeth at the slight
discomfort, and concentrated to make the construct
larger, thicker, even as it slowly penetrated her.
She cried out softly, the surrogate penis reaching
deep into her. She could make it as long or as thick
as she wanted, and a bit too much of each was just
enough. Moaning loudly, she made the construct begin
to thrust rhythmically into her.
She tried to shape a second construct to probe her
anus, but the first construct faltered in its motion
and lost consistency as her concentration wavered.
She focused again on the single one in her vagina,
and brought one hand down again to caress her swollen
clitoris.
She made the thrusting more urgent, seeking release,
feeling her climax approach, but her concentration
lapsed as the pleasure increased. She focused on the
construct's shape, size and hardness above all, fixing
its visualized image in her mind as a focus, trying to
keep the pumping pace in time with her hand's rubbing
of her clitoris. But the synchronization failed, and
the construct thrust too deep and two hard, making her
yelp in pain. It was the price to pay, she knew,
biting her lip, not stopping, but the thrusting
became jerky and irregular as she felt the onset of
orgasm. When the warm rush of pleasure began to truly
rise in her core, she lost all focus, and the construct
banished into nothingness.
"NO!" Sue cried, rubbing hard at her clitoris, trying
to recover the fading orgasm, but no avail. It was gone.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she yelled out loud. The only
thing worse than no sex, was aborted sex.
"FUCK!" she repeated, and her mind lashed out, her
invisible force exploding in all directions. The tub's
water splashed high, perfume and oil bottles crashed
against the walls, and the large mirror over the
washbasin shattered.
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