Sue Storm Is Frozen In Place, Mouth Open and Drooling

The Invisible Woman didn't move. She could feel the heat of Porkum's cock from the tip of her nose, an inch away from the drooling tip. Her blue eyes crossed, focused on right in front of her. Mouth hung open, lips parted as if she was about to take a bite out of a juicy beefsteak. Sue hardly dared to breathe as the drool dripped down her chin, to splash on the costume that covered her breasts.

Porkum wiggled his hips, and the immense erection wobbled frighteningly. He grumbled deep in his throat, and the veins stood out on the length of his immense pink precker as the forcefield cut into the circulation. Yet he could make no headway. Sue Storm stared at the end of his prick, her eyes tracked the little circles it made in the air as Porkum moved. Yet he couldn't make it move a hair closer to those soft lips and perfect white teeth.

"Fuck it," Porkum grunted, as he drew back a little. "I'll make it work. Don't you move."

The mutant pig-man might as well have saved his breath. Sue Storm was entirely focused on the immense cock in front of her. It was like she attempted to memorize every bump and ridge on the inhuman fuckmuscle. Her nose twitched as the scent of the virile organ wafted toward her open mouth. Within the deep folds of the overstretched foreskin, Sue caught a fascinating glance of the long, distended urethra, that opened and closed as if to exhale as Porkum fidgeted.

With all of his strength, Porkum slammed his hips forward. Sue Storm was lost so deep in her strange trance state that the impact of his immense balls on the forcefield didn't even make her twitch, though internally the Invisible Woman's skull seemed to ring like a bell. Again and again, Porkum drew back an inch and slammed his cock forward. The tip of his dick waved in the air, and he was frustrated by the lack of stimulation. Yet the little rocking motion was enough to stir his sperm factories into higher production. The pig-man could feel the pressure build at the base of his cock as another massive load swelled and swelled inside of him.

How long the impasse lasted, Sue Storm didn't know. Drool ran freely from her mouth as she stared in idiotic single-mindedness at the one-eyed monster that was aimed at her mouth. The grunts and slams of Porkum against her invisible **** field seemed to be long, far-off things, like the booms of distant cannon. Little did she suspect that the artillery was about to draw frighteningly close...

...and then it did.

With an animalistic squeal, Porkum slammed his body against the forcefield for a final time. The urethra within the foreskin swelled, opened. Sue Storm's vision became a stinging cloud of whiteness as sperm exploded with such **** that it shocked her out of her trance. Hot, thick baby gravy coated her tongue and teeth and filled her mouth. Even as the heroine blinked and stuttered, thick white ropes burst onto her face, one after another. Instinctively, Sue closed her mouth and swallowed, raised her hands to try and wipe the bitter, salty mess from her eyes, only to feel the hot slime coat her gloved hands.

So distracted was Sue by the pain in her eyes and the feel of the hot, sticky filth that slid down her esophagus that for a moment her control on her **** field wavered...