Malice Gets On Her Knees and Blows Porkum

The tired blonde smiled. She was all that Sue Storm had suppressed. There was no shame in her, and as she slid onto her knees, she reflected that men, even mutant pig men from another dimension, were all the same. Creatures that could only think with their dicks.

Well, she could work with that.

Her hands peeled back Porkum's floppy foreskin, revealing the soft, pale distorted head of the pig-man's cock. THe smell was strong. Like the socks that Sue had found under Johnny Storm's bed, reeking of old cum. She grinned, remembering how disgusted Sue had been—and in secret, aroused and curious as to what it would taste like.

In her hands, the cock was warm, but surprisingly pliable. She squeezed it and it compressed like a sponge. Her mouth opened as wide as it could, and she pressed her tongue straight into that grossly huge piss-hole. It tasted bitter. Salty. And yet, strangely right. Whatever compounds in that jizz that brought Malice to the fore, she wanted more of it.

She wanted it all.

Porkum watched as the "heroine" took him in her mouth. The cock looked enormous. Too big for her thin frame. Two feet of man-meat. Their eyes met, and for a moment he caught something of the intelligence behind those blue orbs. Not the lust-addicted slut he had often reduced women to. Something different. Purposeful.

Malice pushed forward. Sue Storm had not overcome her gag reflex, but an invisible **** field sleeve took care of that, forcing her esophagus to stay open without ****. She simply presssed her face forward, and that fat cock squeezed tight and down her throat. With awe, Porkum watched inch after inch of his cock disappear. It seemed impossible for so much prick to disappear down such a slim woman's gullet.

Yet at last, Malice's chin pressed into the enormous, swollen testicles. Warm and pulsing against her neck.

Slowly, the invisible sheath in Malice's throat moved back and forth. Porkum's small, dark eyes widened. The blue eyes held his, even as the sheath stroked his cock. Slowly, steadily. Like a milkmaid with her favorite cow. His balls tensed at the stimulation, unexpected and unavoidable. No sloppy sounds, nor mewling obesience. He saw clearly that the Invisible Woman was in complete control of herself and her lusts.

So Porkum did the only thing he could do.

He came.