Porkum Cums All Over Sue Storm

Porkum's hands grabbed the collar of the Invisible Woman's uniform. Muscles in his thick pink forearms bunched. The unstable molecule fabric tore. Sue Storm couldn't think of that. Only the immense prick that stood out and poked her in the sternum, a hot, wet spot on her flesh. Overwhelmed by the pheromones, shaken by the **** of her climax, Sue Storm could not muster the concentration for another **** field.

Or maybe, she thought, as Porkum stripped the last of her costume off of her, peeling the blue fabric from her legs and feet, I don't want to.

It was a sickening, stomach-twisting thought. A betrayal of her marriage and values. Yet she couldn't help herself as the monstrous mutant hovered over her and pointed that immense prick at Sue's feet.

Hot, gooey ropes of jizz burst out. Strand after white strand frosted her toes with sticky, steaming. The pendulous testicles rose and fell, the cock swelled and pulsed in Porkum's hand. With elaborate care, the pig-man slowly coated Sue's feet...her ankles...made his way up the helpless heroine's legs.

Sue Storm quivered in mingled horror and anticipation. His emissions were inhuman, seemingly endless. As rivulets of sticky jizz ran down the sides of her thighs and soaked into the bandage over her wounded leg, Sue knew that this was more sperm than she had encountered in her life. More than Reed Richards had ever pumped into or onto her during the course of her entire marriage.

Nor did he stop there. Porkum drooled as hot spurts of cum drowned her pubic hair from view. Over her flat stomach. She watched with terrible fascination as strands of jizz oozed down from the erect nipples of her breasts. Pooled along her sternum. Filled the hollows of her neck.

Porkum saved her face for last. After her doused her arms and shoulders. His face was flustered now, but the semen was as thick as ever, the small dark eyes above his snout alive with a kind of madness.

"Open your pretty mouth," he said.

Sue didn't even think. Her lips just parted.

Scalding spunk covered her face. Her nose, her cheeks, her chin. A film of jizz covered her eyes and forehead. But her mouth...she felt the foreskin just brush her lips, and torrent of hot, bitter, extra-thick sperm jelly filled her to the brim. Drowned her back teeth. It was like holding a mouthful of fresh, hot oatmeal. Fighting the urge to swallow.

"Go home," he said. "Hold it in your mouth until then. No spitting. No cleaning yourself up. Let the whole world see the Invisible Whore covered in my spunk!"