Porkum Asks For A Little Tongue

Sue Storm stepped through the glass doors of the former pork-packing plant, the empty bottles in a reusable cloth grocery bag with handles, barely a limp in her step from her rapidly-healing leg. She didn't wear her standard costume today, but a short-sleeved version with shorts instead of pants, letting her arms and legs show. The blonde smiled as she saw the shy mutant pig-man, in his huge custom-made suit, standing nervously at the far end of the room.

"Hello, Mr. Porkum," she said with a dazzling smile.

"Just...Porkum, Mrs. Richards," he said, as his snout twitched. The small dark eyes seemed to drink in her slightly skimpier attire.

"Susan," she said, and set the empty bottles on the desk. "Shall we get down to business?"

He stood stiffly as Sue drew close. They weren't that different in height, though he was far broader and heavier than she was. The Invisible Woman tilted her head and leaned close, mouth open. Breathing in his scent—that strange mammalian musk that was unique to him. He opened his mouth, and Sue caught a waft of his breath. Her nose wrinkled, but then their lips met.

Porkum seemed to quiver against her, as if he was holding himself back. Sue's head swim, slightly giddy at the warm of his lips against hers, the carefully-bridled passion. She smiled as she drew back, and they both took a breath.

One more kiss to go.

"Mrs. Richards—Susan," he said, then he took a snuffling breath. "If it isn't too much to ask—could we—try it with tongue?"

Sue Storm smiled. He was so innocent, the way he said it.

"Well, as long as you promise not to tell my husband," she said with a wicked grin.

Their lips met again, but their mouths were open this time. Sue licked his immense tongue, which felt like it had to be six or seven inches long. Her body shivered and a familiar heat flooded her crotch as she tasted his sweet, thick saliva. The Invisible Woman swooned a little, and Porkum's hands caught her as her knees gave way for a moment. His head dipped so that they could continue the kiss as she rested in his strong, warm arms...

...it was only with great difficulty that Sue managed to get her feet under her again, and Porkum released her with obvious ****.

She smiled, and planted a quick peck on his snout.

When she walked out of the building, three full bottles of Porkum's organic nut milk clinked in her bag.

Porkum watched her walk away, his eyes on her ass as it swayed.

Soon, Sue Storm would be ready.