Porkum Paints Sue Storm With His Cum

Sue Storm gave voice to a plaintive whine of pleasure denied as Porkum pulled his cock from her gaping snatch. Then the first hot burst of jizz spattered against her cunt. Porkum directed his great pink hose with one hand as it erupted over the heroine's body. His free hand grabbed at her golden hair and tugged her head toward him.

Thick white ropes of sticky jizz painted her face. In her eyes, her nostrils, her ears. Her mouth opened and closed as instinctively she tried to catch the rank seed on her tongue, and Porkum giggled as the Invisible Woman blindly strove to taste his cock. Yet his purpose was different.

With his hand in her hair, her bent her over his knee. Back arched, she understood his purpose and tore at her costume. Her breasts and stomach exposed so that hot rivulets of semen ran down over her fair skin. The dark nipples hidden by a glaze of baby gravy. Porkum ejaculated more in a single load than Reed Richards had in all the years of their marriage. He was a one-man bukkake, a Picasso of splooge, and Sue Storm writhed beneath the seemingly endless barrage like a sow in the mud of her sty.

Her hands rubbed the hot filth into her skin. Found their way down to the thatch of golden pubes, sticky with globes of mutant spunk. The heroine's dainty white fingers squelched as she stabbed them into her sore slit, to push some of his seed as deep inside of her as she could. Sue's other hand scraped the jizz from her cheeks into her mouth.

She reveled in the audacity of it. The disgustingness of it. Like some unholy baptism, she felt deluged with sin. As if she could feel Porkum's little swimmers try to impregnate every inch of her.

It felt as if her old life was being buried under layers of Porkum's seed. Her marriage, her children, her image.

"Now, that's pretty as a picture," Porkum said, as his seemingly endless ejaculation slowed to a trickle, and he wiped the tip of his prick off with her hair like a painter might dry a brush.

The dark eyes glittered cruelly.

"So pretty, I think we should show you off. What do you say to that?"

"Yes," Sue moaned, as she tried to scrape more of his seed into her mouth. Her brain inundated with Porkum's pheromones, she was lost in a euphoric haze that permitted neither rational thought nor disagreement. "Yes...whatever you say."