Susan Storm-Richards hailed a cab....despite Reed's insistence that she get a limo, Sue Richards was never the one to splurge. Sure the Fantastic Four had money, but that should all go to charity, Sue told the world. She was raised proper. "Where to Mrs. Richards," the cabby winked at her, more than happy to see the beautiful Invisible Woman jumping into his cab. Who wouldn't recognize this woman, especially in New York."LaGuardia airport," Sue nodded, looking at her watch, he plane to the conference was leaving in two hours. "Can you just stop by this address first, I need to meet with my publicist." Sue handed an address to the taxi driver. The man looked at the address and shrugged, it was in the seedier parts of the area around LaGuardia. "You're the boss man....I mean ma'am." Several minutes later, he stopped the car, and turned off the meter. He watched as Sue got out of the car, and walked slowly up the steps, she looked around for a moment, then went inside.Fifteen minutes later, the beauty came back down the steps, and opened the door. "Ready?" The driver asked, looking back to see Sue had on a different coat. "I think you left your coat Mrs. Richards?"The woman shook her head, "No, I am fine....LaGuardia airport please." She said in a monotone manner.The cabi shrugged, yeah, I know, he thought to himself. From the fourth floor window of the small apartment building, the REAL Susan Storm-Richards smiled. They had risked a LOT securing that Life Model Decoy. And Sue had spent considerable time making sure it was programmed properly. All it had to do now was attend the conference for one of the Fantastic Fours charitable institutions. Shake some hands, and smile for pictures bitch, Sue laughed. Be the prim and proper girl everyone expects."Susan Storm Richards is gone for several weeks, and Misty Mae is back in action," the blonde smiled in the mirror of the apartment. The building may be run down, but this particular apartment was WELL suited for its use as a hideout. Fortified to the teeth. Sue....neh....Misty kept her LMD in the heavily walled abode.She rubbed her blonde locks, "these won't do," she smiled evilly, "not for Misty Mae." She used one of Reed's own devices which she pilfered herself. Even stealing her own things (technically) made her loins wet. This device, which looked like a pen, allowed her to change her hair instantly to raven black. But simple black hair was not what Misty Mae would wear out. No, no, no. She ran the pen down strands of her hair, to highlight it bright blue.If Susan Richards was the Invisible Woman's alter ego, then Misty Mae was definitely the secret identity of "Blue Crush". She had taken a lot of time and effort to create this identity for her second life, right down to securing a false birth certificate, social security number, and driver's license. She had even used one of Reed's super computers to add a criminal history of petty theft and drug possession to Misty Mae's persona. If Susan Storm-Richards was the prim and proper girl raised on the right side of the tracks, Misty Mae was the exact opposite. The now raven haired beauty stripped nude, and admired herself in the mirror. She put on a tight black skirt, with no undies of course, cause Misty Mae never saw the need. Then she slipped on a black bra to push up her already ample tits. Next, she pulled a tight pink top over the bra, with the straps and tops of the bra exposed. The shirt read "Trash". Which is exactly what Misty Mae was, trailer trash. She strapped on five inch wedge heels to complete her look. Misty Mae applied her blue eye-shadow and blue lipstick. She puckered in the mirror. "Why Misty Mae, you slutty little minx."The last thing she did was set down her wedding ring. She picked up a box, and opened it. Inside was an ever GAWDY diamond ring. She slipped it on her finger. You see, Misty Mae, the trashy whore, had recently got married in Vegas to the man of her dreams....Morrie Bench. With a certificate to prove it. The wedding of Misty Mae and Morrie Bench was nothing like the gala event of Susan Richards and Reed Richards nuptials. It was drunken, coke fueled sloppy affair. But the real difference was the honeymoon. Susan Storm's honeymoon with Reed Richards was quaint and romantic. Misty and Morrie's honeymoon was a fuckfest. The desk clerk at the shitty motel had to call the cops from all the noise. In fact, that was the only time he saw the newlyweds until they checked out a week later. They never left the room.Misty Mae-Bench, put a small amount of cocaine on her fingernail and snorted it. She felt alive for the first time in weeks. She wanted to walk to meet her husband. At the end of the block, a homeless guy came up and grabbed her tight ass. "Hey honey, where's the fire." Misty Mae gave him the finger, and said "Sorry I'm only into guys that can make me WET!" She winked at him, and walked away. She was anxious to see Morrie for the first time in a few weeks. Susan Richards had many things on her mind when she returned home to the Baxter Building. Misty Mae only had one, Morrie's cock.
As Sue walked down the street to meet with Morrie, she chewed a piece of gum and blew bubbles with a large smile on her face. She needed this "break". She had been so stressed lately. As Misty Mae, she gave in to all her desires and threw her inhibitions to the wind. It was as stark contrast to the life of Susan Richards.She noticed a small store to the right, she walked in and a young man was at the counter. She simply blew him a kiss and a wink, and walked by to the liquor area. Soon she was stuffing Vodka in her purse. Even the small "thefts" made her wet beyond belief. The idea that this heroine, now a petty criminal in her Misty Mae persona, could be caught and exposed sent electric waves down her spine. She gave the clerk another wink and flicked her tongue at him seductively as she walked out without purchasing an item.She hoped this week would be as fun as her "honeymoon". She remembered that week like it happened yesterday. They had not flown together, instead, Morrie and Sue had flowed through rivers, lakes, sewers (though she hated the pollution surrounding her) and every available water source for several hundred miles until they appeared at the Hoover Dam outside Vegas. Sue had laughed when a family had watched two naked people emerge from the water, the mother covering the children's eyes, even as the dad's eyes bugged out at the female form that was so familiar.The first stop....the First Street bank in Vegas. They flowed in after the closing of the bank, and pilfered several thousand dollars, enough to fund the entire trip. Next, they bought clothes. Sue decided on tight skirts, and tops, with dozens of trashy high heels. She wanted to look "just right" for the wedding and honeymoon. Finally, they secured a room. Morrie wanted to hit up the MGM grand and get a suite, but Sue insisted on the most seedy little motel, with a "honeymoon" suite. Complete with heart-shaped bed, and hot-tub. It was like a room out of the seventies. It didn't take long, almost right after Sue set the bags down, that Morrie was feeling her ample breast from behind. Sue laughed, "No way Jose....I'm a good girl...we wait til we are hitched!"The increasing tension in Morrie's balls was killing him. She hadn't given him play since New York. Not a kiss. Sue slapped his hand away, and began to put on a tight black leather skirt, and red top, capped off with red lipstick. She wore five inch high heels that pushed her ass up and made her legs look fantastic. She wanted to gamble. To throw caution to the wind. The pair walked down the strip holding hands, unable to keep their hands off each other. "Hey...you two!" A domineering voice spoke. Morrie turned to see a cop, he grumbled his displeasure but Sue hit him with her elbow. "You're Morrie Bench, the Hydro-man aren't you?"Morrie looked at the fat cop. "Yeah...what's it to you?"The cop pulled up his glasses. "Nothing. But two people were spotted robbing a bank, and it must be a coincidence that Hydro-man is in town. Isn't it?"The villain was ready to strike. But Sue spoke up, "I'm sorry about my Fiancee officer, we aren't here for trouble, we are just here to get married."The experienced cop gazed at the raven-haired beauty with blue streaks in her hair. Too high class for this jerk, even if she was dressed like a hooker. "You look familiar? What's your name?""Misty Mae," she answered without missing a beat. She handed him the ID she had created. It was the moment of truth. A part of her WANTED to get caught to see this all end. This had gone way too far, something had to end this. The other part of her wanted the ruse to work. And as she watched the cop go back to his car and run her ID, she stood nervously. The cop returned, handed her back her ID and shook his head."You two stay outta trouble. We got eyes everywhere in this town." He tipped his hat to Sue. "Good evening Ms. Mae." At that moment, all Sue wanted to do was find an alley and jump Morrie's bones. But her "rule" of waiting was in effect. She liked fucking with Morrie. He'd get pussy, but he'd have to work for it. She felt so naughty and dirty. Had the cop seen her "file"? To the entire police department in Vegas, Morrie Bench and his trashy girlfriend Misty Mae were in town. She reveled in the new game. The pair sat in a casino, and Morrie gave Misty hundreds of dollars, he taught her craps, and blackjack and roulette. His favorite part was when she'd win and jump up and down, her tits bouncing for all the men to see. And leer they did. This bitch was his though. Soon to be official. They ate an expensive dinner, despite the staff and patrons gawking at the odd couple. A woman dressed like a hooker, with the low-life scum. Let them look, Misty laughed to herself. As they left the club, Sue/Misty stopped in her tracks. "I feel bad." She rubbed his arm. "You've never had a bachelor party!" She smiled to him. He told her he didn't need one, but Misty Mae was the kind of girl to make sure her man was satisfied. She pointed to a strip joint called "booty" and pushed him to the door. "ENJOY!" She said and walked away. Morrie was confused, but he wasn't one to pass up a good strip-joint. So he went in and sat at the bar. He watched the girls dance, and was surprised at how much better his bitch was. Then the DJ got on the microphone and stated, "Tonight we have a special surprise. An amateur wants to dance for a bachelor who is getting married. Morrie Bench, come up to the stage."The villain walked slowly to the stage. Who the fuck knew he was hear besides the cops. He took a seat right off the front row. The DJ turned on a upbeat song and said "Ladies and gentlemen MISTY MAE!" The Hydro-man had seen many things in his life, but when he saw Sue walked out slowly in a robe, THE Susan fucking Richards he almost died. She seemed apprehensive at first, but then she ripped off the robe, revealing her large wonderful globes for the whole place. Men screamed and hooted and hollered. "Misty Mae" gyrated around the pole, not quite a pro, but he could forgive her for that. She came up to him sitting in his chair and pushed her tits in his face slamming them back and forth. Next Sue bent down and shoved her ass in his face. He could smell her sex, and it drove him crazy. Sue could see his frustration and she smiled, she jumped onto his lap and began gyrating her hips into his crotch. Morrie wanted to cum right there and then, but Sue held up her finger and waved it as if to say "no". For the next hour, Morrie watched Sue go from guy to guy, giving lap dances, and getting PAID doing it. Whenever the guys got too close either he or Sue would spray them hard. Soon the club closed, and Sue and Morrie left both smiling with wads of money they hadn't even stolen. At least, not technically. Sue stopped in front of a Fredrick's of Hollywood, and made Morrie stay outside. She then pulled him to the drive up "wedding chapel". While Morrie waited, Sue took her bags in the back room and prepared. The Hydro-man stood with a justice of the peace dressed as Elvis. When the music started he turned to see Sue in a tight white dress, with a garter belt that showed below her ass, and long high heels. She had on a spiked choker and veil as well. The two exchanged vows, and when Elvis said "I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride", Mr. and Mrs. Morrie Bench began making out obscenely. When Misty began rubbing his crotch, they were escorted out. The two newlyweds couldn't possibly wait until they returned to the motel. Instead, Morrie pulled up her white skirt in the back alley of the chapel. Sue/Misty felt his cock enter her from behind as she bent over a trash can. Just as Misty Mae would have planned it. She couldn't believe it as she clutched the official wedding certificate, and if that wasn't enough the marriage was being officially consummated. As Morrie's hot sperm exploded in her womb, she realized she wasn't on any pill. Ho-hum...she laughed....a wife's duty is a wife's duty. They got a cab back to the hotel. Sue straddled Morrie in the back, and pushed down onto his cock. The driver kept looking back as she rode her new husband for all she was worth. When they left, a wet backseat was the driver's tip. When they got to the room, Sue had one final surprise for Morrie. Raising her white skirt, she got on all fours on the bed, and told Morrie to "Take her virginity". Morrie, cock out dripping with water and cum, was confused. "You're not a virgin babe?""I am SOMEWHERE!" She winked back at him. Morrie didn't wait a second and jumped into the bed, he used his own wetness as lubricant as his cock tip entered her asshole. Downstairs the clerk heard as shriek....and then another. He picked up the phone and called the cops. He had seen domestic disputes get ugly and violent. The cops arrived ten minutes later and went upstairs. They came back down in minutes. "No one was in the room. But that Hot-tub is over flowing!" They stated. The clerk snuck upstairs and opened a small hole beside the room, the manager had put to "view" the guests. He was shocked when he saw a female form rise out of the water. The woman he recognized as Misty Mae Bench shimmered into view. She pulled her wet hair back. His eyes gazed at her shaved snatch, and white droplets poured out and down her leg. She turned around giving him a view of her amazing ass, and more white goo poured out of that end and down her legs. She sure was walking funny, as she made her way to the mini-bar. The room was soaked, and SOMEONE was going to pay to clean up. His eyes caught another form appearing at the end of the hot-tub, the bulky visage of the Hydro-man, Morrie Bench came into view. The girl, his new wife, almost poured back into the hot-tub disappearing. She had the same powers? He watched Morrie's head fall back, and then a geyser of water and white substance shot up to the ceiling. After pulling on his own meat, the clerk fixed himself up and went back down to the front desk. An hour later, a fat lady came in and said something strange is going on in the pool. It seems as if the pool had a mind of its own. The clerk took a flashlight and walked out to the pool. The water seemed to move in waves from an unknown force. He shined the light into the pool, and two shimmery forms could be seen at the bottom. The male form was behind the female, plowing into her, the flashlight caused the forms to take on different hues. A splash of white substance formed at their point of union. He laughed. These two can go at it.For the next few days he didn't see them. He just fielded complaints of wet ceilings, and noise from the honeymoon suite. "It's like a loud splashing and stuff," someone told him.Present....Sue finally spotted Morrie. She kissed him deeply and the pair began to walk to their "lair"...a high rise apartment that was little more than a glass house with pools in every room. Right when they got home, Sue's com beeped. She looked at the computer."What is it babe?" Morrie asked.Sue's jaw dropped. "WHAT THE FUCK! This says that the life model decoys stomach and womb are filled.....WITH CUM!"
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