Sue Storm Makes It Look Like She's Falling To Temptation

Once upon a time, shortly after graduating university, Sue Storm had some small ambitions as an actress. Now she called upon her old dramatic training. She quivered. Blue eyes wide as she stared at the immense prick that rubbed in its own virile filth against her invisible shield. Her face flushed even harder, and her nostrils flared. Beneath the press of his immense cock, Prokum could feel the invisible shield seem to bend.

"Please," Sue begged, tears in her eyes. "I'm married. My husband..."

"Can't give you what I can," Porkum said cockily.

The Invisible Woman seemed to shrink back against the wall, until Porkum could actually see the jizz-hole, and the kitchen beyond it. Blood surged into his cock. It was neither entirely human or porcine that prick. He lacked a true pig's like, corkscrew member, or the hard shaft of a man. Yet the thick base of his inhuman phallus was hard enough, and the squishy, long end of it could plunge deep into holes that many a superheroine had thought too small and tight to take him.

They had been. At first.

Drool spattered his chest as the invisible shield distended more and more. His cock was almost parallel to the floor now, and Sue Storm eyed it with both rapture and terror, like one of those fat-assed MILFs doing the limbo. Porkum's snout quivered in anticipation as he imagined those divine lips wrapped around his shaft. Her brain fired with the thought of the depravities he would inflict on that ripe body.

Sue Storm kept up the act until Pork's soft, sponge-like glans was lined up with the gloryhole. Then she caused the other end of the tube that now held Porkum's cock to extend beyond the wall and expand.

Porkum did not quite understand what happened next. He had no more than a layman's knowledge of physics, and no idea how Susan Storm's **** fields worked. Phrases like "pseudo-vacuum" and "pressure differential" meant nothing to him. Perhaps if she'd explained in terms of the vacuum tubes that **** men used in a vain attempt to gain bigger erections, he would have grasped the concept. Then again, never having need of such artifice, perhaps not.

Yet he understood as, with painful ****, his cock was sucked through that hole. Sue Storm scrambled out of the way, limped on her bad leg as the pig-man was drawn irresistably hard against the wall. His squeal of pain would haunt Sue's nightmares...and she could not see, on the other side of the wall, his pink pecker swelled up to a vivid purple mass of flesh. The muscles in his arms bulged as he sought to pull himself out of the trap, but it was no use. He had too little leverage.

Sue used a nearby wall for support as she rose shakily to stand on her good leg. It felt as if a spike had been driven through her brain, right between her eyes. Every fiber of her will was currently fixated on that **** field. Yet for the moment, it held. While it did, Porkum was her mercy.