Porkum Drains His Balls Into Sue Storm's Pussy

Sue Storm had never felt Reed Richards cum inside of her. She knew when he did, obviously, because of how he would lost control. From the condoms that he pulled off his prick, or on those rare occasions when they tried for a baby, from the extra wetness down below, that sometimes ran down the crack of her ass or her leg to form a wet spot on the bed. Yet she had never felt that hot spurt deep inside of her. It was no more than a spoonful of spunk—and sometimes not even that.

With Porkum, it was different. Her cunny was stuffed to the brim with cock. The soft head was squeezed up, right against the back of her vaginal canal. She could actually feel the mass of it compressed against her cervix, a position which would have hurt if his prick was as hard as a normal human's. As it was, Sue winced in discomfort as his mighty meatstick throbbed, every pulse of it transmitted against the door to her womb.

Then it swelled further. The pressure on her cervix and vaginal walls increased. Sue Storm screamed as her cunt was stretched as it had only been when she gave birth—an ecstatic and traumatic experience that had nearly killed her twice. Except this time, something wasn't coming out of her body.

This time, it was cumming in.

Porkum grunted softly as the first hot loud of spunk erupted from the head of his prick. Sue Storm tried to jump, but his hands help her hips fast to him. Her eyes widened as a load of hot, thick seed, bigger than Reed Richard's last ten ejaculations combined, struck her cervix with such **** that the Invisible Woman could feel the impact. Ass in the air, head on the floor Porkum arched his back so that his pendulous nuts swung back and forth, and each sway of his hips another impossibly virile load flooded against Sue Storm's cervix like a master drummer's stroke of a drum.

She wasn't sure when she started to cum.

Sue Storm was too lost in shock and awe at the sensation of the jizz that erupted, rope after thick rope, into the depths of her cunt. Her body quivered and flopped, utterly spent as Porkum wrenched her back and forth like a personal sex toy. From her vantage, Sue Storm could not see the outline of his cock as it bulged on her trim stomach. Could not see too, how her abdomen distended slightly as the volume of seed, unable to escape, slowly pushed her belly out.

All she could feel was her cervix spasm as, in keeping with the oldest, most primal instincts of her species, it sought to suck some of that potent sperm into her womb. Deep inside her, where only her husband's seed had ever been before. Millions of sperm surged through the gap as the cervix opened , the pressure on the other side of her fleshly gate too much. Potent mutant sperm swam into the darkness on the hunt for something, anything to fertilize.

The very image of that brought a cry of terrible pleasure to Sue Storm's lips. She had never betrayed her husband before, and now here she was taking this disgusting pig-man's semen into her waiting womb—and all she could do was climax after terrible climax, her whole body lost in a series of uncontrollable convulsions as Porkum pumped burst after burst of his uniquely virile seed into her.

She wasn't sure when he finished. Sue Storm was barely conscious when at last he pulled out of her gaping, cavernous cunt. Thick white jizz oozed slowly from her pink and puffy pussy, which was spotted here and there with blood where her vaginal tissues had stretched to the breaking point and torn. Sue felt number from waist to knees as she lay limp and helpless on the floor of the factory, her cunt a sperm-soaked mess.

Porkum dropped into a squat next to her. His immense prick, momentarily spent, lay on the floor like a great pink worm or serpent. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, and lifted the Invisible Woman's head to whisper a few last words.