Porkum Sends Sue Back The Day After...With Plans For Next Weekend

It was a Monday when the Invisible Woman opened her eyes. Sue Storm should have been up early. Exercising. Answering emails. Checking on her children. Sorting out the business of the Fantastic Four's licensing and legal issues, making sure bills were paid, groceries were ordered, laundry done, beds made. Prepping the Baxter Building for the return of Reed and the others.

Instead, she slept in relatively late, nestled against Porkum's bulk. The reek of body odor, spoiled food, stale beer, and spilled semen that had so nauseated her when she had first met Porkum was now a kind of familiar burn in her nostrils, so pervasive that it had faded into the background of her mind. She lay there against his hot, massive body. Listened to him snore softly through his snout. In that quiet few moments, Sue Storm gathered her thoughts as she processed her weekend of sin.

Her cunt and ass still hurt. An aching soreness just short of what it had felt like after she'd given birth. Her jaw felt as if it had been dislocated, which wasn't far from the truth, and her esophagus burned. There were bruises all over her body, and a stiffness when she moved slightly, as she sought a better position between the bulk of Porkum's stomach and his arm, her cum-stained hair a wild halo about her head as it nestled against his shoulder.

She wasn't sure how she was going to explain her injuries if anyone asked. A fight with a villain would be half the truth. Although she wouldn't be able to say she came out on top...

Something moved in the corner of her vision. For a moment, Sue thought it might be a cockroach, or a rat. Porkum's lair was filthy enough to support an entire junkyard ecosystem. But no, it wasn't some sleek rodent that crested the pink dome of his stomach. It was a much more dangerous predator. A one-eyed trouser snake that stood tall as it pointed toward the ceiling, it's outline caught in the dark room by the glow of the light from the bathroom.

Sue watched it sway there. She licked her lips and tasted dried cum. Her itchy body seemed covered with it. Following an instinct she couldn't name, Sue slid out of Porkum's grip and rose, quietly and painfully, to her feet. Naked, she stood before the towering prick. Three feet of cunt-taming fuck-muscle. Her holes ached at the sight of it...yet her stomach gurgled. Despite all the terrible **** she had suffered yesterday, more sex that she'd had in 48 hours than in the past 48 months with her husband, and still she could feel that slutty slit between her legs burn with a sensation of...emptiness.

A thick, viscous liquid oozed down Sue's thighs as she used her powers to create invisible columns and stepped over the sleeping pig-man. Old cum? Blood? Her own pussy juices, thick and gooey from dehydration? Sue wasn't sure. Didn't care. In mid-air, she dropped into a wide-legged squat...and gently lowered herself down. Her fingers guided the soft head of his prick to her lips. She winced as they parted. Then hissed softly as she slowly sank down on it. Her cunt burned like nothing else in her experience. Only the time she'd tried to fuck Reed too soon after giving birth to Franklin had come close.

Her pussy was an open wound.

Yet she couldn't stop.

She gasped aloud as it filled her up more and more. As if every inch of his dick pushed every other thought out of her head. Until her hands came to rest on that great gut of his, and his snores ceased. His black eyes opened in the darkness to see the naked blonde goddess, limned in the bathroom light, ride his cock. Slowly. Deeply. Bringing her ass all the way up, legs extended to their maximum and only the tip of his dick was inside of her, and then bringing it back down into a squat, as much of the length of his man-meat crammed into her hungry cunny as she could. Over and over. Testing her limits. Feeling the stiff muscles stretch. Utterly uncaring as his first hot burst of spunk splashed deep inside of her, to dribble out past her stretched and descended labia.

That third day was different from the weekend. Porkum wasn't proactive at all. No attempts to put her back in the harness. No roughness, no grabbing. He drank beer, ordered pizzas for lunch and Chinese takeout for dinner, and watched porn on the massive screen that took up the entire wall. The pig-man never laid a finger on her, not to caress or to squeeze.

He also didn't lift a finger to stop her.

It was like his cock was her personal plaything for the entire day. She could stroke it for hours. Kiss it, suck it, bite it, run her tongue over all the secret places of it, deep into the folds of his foreskin, pulling apart his urethra to let her tongue taste the insides of his cockhead. She sucked sweaty mouthfuls from his immense scrotum, and as he watched some blonde bimbo on the screen get railed one after another by hung studs, Sue Storm stood between his legs and rubbed her aching pussy up and down that hard shaft.

Even when he went to take a piss, she went with him. Porkum didn't have to ask. She just moved slightly in front of him, matter-of-factly. Lifted the yellow-stained lid and pointed the monster at the toilet. Felt the sensual rush between her fingers as he let loose his strong stream...and when, at last, she shook the last few drops off, she sank down on his knees, opened her mouth as wide as possible and engulfed the whole head. Even though her jaw hurt and throat burned, she took it as deep as she could and sucked.

Those black eyes stared down at her. Beneath the snout, his mouth made a crooked smile. One huge pink hand came up to pat her on the head, very gently.

"You'll need to go home tonight," he said. "Clean up. Take care of things. And next weekend...we'll have more fun."

The Invisible Woman tried to smile around the cock in her mouth. Then her whole face went transparent, and Porkum had the slightly unnerving sight of his fat cock stuffed into an invisible hole. The sight was so arresting that his immense balls lifted and squeezed, and a hot white cloud billowed out and filled an invisible stomach.

Next weekend, I'll be ready, Sue promised herself as she left, cum still matted in her hair, dressed in the same outfit she had left in on Friday.