Nothing Stops Porkum From Fucking The Heroines

Pepper Potts screamed as Porkum porked her. She was the first in line, and the other women watched in mingled horror and fascination as inch after inch of pink cock disappeared into her pussy. Braced against the table, the heroine known as Rescue was, without her armor, only human. Something snapped inside of her as Porkum pushed too deep. Her legs gave out and he held her by her waist as she rested her cheek on the table-top, barely cognizant as cum and blood dripped down from where her pussy had been pushed too far, too fast. When Porkum finished and pulled out, the redhead collapsed onto the floor, spasming in the aftershock of the biggest climax of her life.

Natasha Romanov, the Black Widow, saw Porkum's cum-coated cock coming toward her. Her spine stiffened, even as she **** her pussy muscles as loose as possible. She breathed calmly as the pig-man rubbed his filthy prick against her honeypot, trained by the Red Room to endure and entice. Porkum pushed forward more slowly this time. The other women watched with baited breath as he sank his dick into her. A full foot she took, before the Black Widow's poker face showed strain. Her abdomen bulged a little, and she ground her teeth as the head of his dick squished up against her cervix. Even though her uterus had been removed long ago, Natasha felt a twinge of remorse, imagining what danger she might have been in if he had cum inside of her.

Perhaps that's why Porkum took his time. Not just plowing her hole with long, slow, strokes, but forcing the Black Widow against the table's edge, so that her clit rubbed against the corner. His hands groped her tits, and the women that waited their turn watched as the minutes passed, and their friend the super-spy slowly lost all reserve. Eyes wide. Tongue lolling out. Body moving in time with Porkum's until she let out a wordless cry of ecstasy that left her sobbing and laughing, thick gobs of seed oozing out of her gaping fuckhole.

Porkum wasn't even breathing hard. His cock still stood erect, the first half of it wet with cum and pussy juice. His small dark eyes took in the women who waited for him.

"You two," he pointed to Mockingbird and Maria Hill. "Get on top of each other."

The two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents did as he bid. Face to face, Mockingbird's blonde hair splayed out on the tabletop, Maria Hill staring into the other woman's blue eyes. Porkum rubbed his cock over both of their slits. They did not have the reserve or control that Black Widow had. Mockingbird watched Maria Hill's faace as Porkum pressed his dick inside of her, the tight twat like a virgin around his cum-slick cock. And Maria watched as Porkum pulled out his dick to slide it into the blonde bombshell beneath her. He alternated strokes, speeding up slowly, pushing his cock in and then pulling it out with an almost audible pop.

As the arousal built within them, something triggered between the two women. Maria Hill dipped her head, face slightly askew, lips open. Mockingbird tilted her own head so that their lips met. Tongues twirled inside each other as their bodies began to move against each other. Joined together by Porkum's pistoning prick, yet lost for a moment in their own exultant lovemaking. Faster and faster Porkum alternated from pussy to pussy, their spread thighs trembling at the sudden intrusion and more sudden withdrawal, leaving their cunts begging for more even as they writhed against one another, **** and hungry for each other.

They didn't quite cum together. Yet when Maria Hill collapsed, hot cum dripping out of her slit into the spread-open cocksocket beneath her, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents continued to grope and caress one another, lost in the sweaty embrace.

Porkum didn't have to order the Wasp and Spider-Woman to take their positions. The cum-drunk Janet van Dyne had shrunk to three feet tall, and lay on Jessica Drew's stomach, the perfectly-formed nude body no taller than a little person, the Spider-Woman's hands already groping Jan's small breasts. It looked obscene, like a mother and daughter begging to be bred. The pig-man obliged them.

The other heroines couldn't take all of Porkum's prick, but against the smaller slit of the Wasp the effect was particularly obscene. Jessica Drew held her down, shivering in anticipation as Porkum squeezed his dick inside of Jan until the smaller heroine squealed in pleasure and pain. So small that she could take barely a third of his immense shaft, so tight that Porkum's forehead crinkled with the effort as he held off on cumming. As Janet screamed, Jessica's mouth closed on hers. Their tongues twined, and Porkum pulled his dick out of the small pussy, now angrily swollen and dribbling down into Jessica Drew's pubes.

He grunted with satisfaction a little as he squeezed his cock into Jessica Drew's slit. She had given birth, and was normal-sized, with superhuman strength and endurance. The other women looked on with jealousy as Porkum grabbed the edge of the table and pushed faster and harder, a pistoning fuck that sent his immense nuts swinging and sent them slamming against the Spider-Woman's ass. A fast, hard fuck that made the still-small Wasp laugh with glee as Jessica Drew, on her back on the table with her ass hanging over the edge, moaned like a bitch in heat getting bred by her favorite stud.

Now Porkum was breathing hard. Jennifer Walters, all seven green feet of her, panted, green eyes dilated. Her emerald cunt dripped, and there was a puddle on the floor. She stared at Porkum with undisguised lust.

"Give me all of it," she begged, as she crouched low, her arms and head above the level of the table but her breasts swinging free. An invitation for Porkum to mount her.

Even in the aftermath of their own sexual encounters, the women watched with awe as Porkum did just that. Two feet of thick pink cock disappeared up inside the emerald pussy, and even the Savage She-Hulk felt her gamma-enhanced body pushed to its limit as the physical space inside of her pussy seemed to run out. Her muscled thighs trembled as Porkum drew back, and then slammed himself forward with all of his strength.

The emerald haunches didn't move. Porkum grinned. He had finally found the cunt that could take a full-**** fuck.

What followed was wet slaps and bestial grunts. The assembled women watched like primitive humans watching two gods mate. Thunder seemed to roll as the table was gradually pushed back, inch by inch, until it crashed into the far wall. They could tell when Jennifer Walters began to cum when the flat of Porkum's hand smacked against her great green rump, and the viridian vixen unleashed a howl of unholy glee. It was the kind of fuck that would have shredded each of them, and their nipples went stiff and their sore cunts squeezed tight, Porkum's seed oozing out between overstretched lips as they realized he could have burst their bellies at any time had he wished.

When Porkum did cum, he put his back into it. His immense testes lifted and tightened, he arched his hips forward as he buried his cock as deep as he could into her. She-Hulk's eyes rolled into the back of her head as he grabbed her dark tresses and pulled , and they saw her abdomen slightly distend as he emptied his immense seedsacks into her cavernous cunt.

When Porkum pulled out, She-Hulk's pussy clung to him. Yet the emerald giant didn't move, clutching on the edge of the table for dear life.

Sue Storm smiled as she saw her friends turned inside out. They lay stunned, each heroine in a puddle of cum, exhausted and utterly entranced. Porkum stood there panting, but triumphant. The Invisible Woman walked up to him, utterly naked, fearless as she grabbed the tip of his dick and squished the cum-dripping head against her own pussy.

"Darling," she said, voice husky, eyes half-lowered, cheeks blushed, nipples hard. Hot and bothered by seeing her friends get smashed. "How do you want me?"