One Little Taste

It was the smell that seemed to wrap itself around her brain. The Invisible Woman found her eyes drawn to the swollen, ugly, inhuman masculine organ. Unlovely to look upon. Disgusting, really, as the ropey white strings of thick, viscous man-goo like jelly oozed out of the tip to form a reeking puddle on the floor. Enough to turn Sue Storm's stomach, as the purple veins throbbed and the whole worm-like thing swelled and grew angrier shades of red, until the swollen, rubbery head emerged from the floppy foreskin.

Yet the smell.

It made her stomach rumble. She swallowed the saliva that came unbidden to her mouth. Found herself breathing it in, that ammonia-laced reek of pure, unadulterated semen. Sue could still remember that first night she had gone down on her husband, the feel of the warm, rigid flesh in her mouth, then the taste as the hot, sticky jizz burst unexpectedly over her tongue, so salty she had almost spat it out immediately.

Yet now...now Sue felt light-headed. Porkum had stopped pounding on the wall, but she wasn't paying attention to him now. Her gaze was fixed on the thick white drop that hung on the end of that massive manmeat. The slow undulation that made the angry, swollen fuckstick quiver as a tiny, thick glob of concentrated cum **** itself out of his urethra and down to the ground. Millions of sperm, their purpose squandered.

Such a waste.

Sue licked her lips, terrible, impossible fantasies going through her head. With a tremulous hand, she reached out, almost touching it...and then she pulled back. Not because touching it would be wrong. Not because she would dirty her fingers, touching that criminal cock.

Because she sank down onto her knees. Wounded thigh throbbing. She knelt, tongue extended to catch that creamy drop.

Just a taste, she told herself. No one will know.