Sue Storm Sucks Porkum Dry

Lust possessed Sue Storm. A thirsty lust like nothing she had ever known. There were times, when she and Reed had been courting, and they couldn't have sex yet before marriage, but they could do other things. Even then, Reed Richards had been her Mister Fantastic. Seven hard, long inches in her mouth. Sue used to spit it out, back then—until one night, when they had almost been discovered, and she had swallowed.

Sue still remembered the taste—salty, bitter—and the texture, slimy and clingy, as it ran down her throat. In the years that came after, blowjobs had been an occasional treat in their sex life. Something for birthdays and anniversaries. Especially when she was so pregnant that Reed was afraid to touch her. Yet one thing was true: after that first taste, Sue Storm had always swallowed.

Now...now as her tongue slid as deep as it could go in Porkum's piss slit, as the mutant pig-man pressed his bulk against the invisible **** field that kept them apart, her lust focused into a single laser-sharp line of thought.

She was thirsty.

She would suck him dry.

Porkum's small, dark eyes widened as he felt the invisible straw slide down the length of his urethra. He gripped the invisible barrier, unable to pull away as he was penetrated to his very core. What happened next wasn't like ejaculation. It was like tapping a keg. Hot spunk flowed along the invisible channel. Sue's blue eyes glazed over as she sucked, a mouthful at a time. Porkum's massive balls responded by making more sperm. Driven mad by his pheromones, her thirst seemed endless...

Mouthful after mouthful slid down Sue's throat. Her stomach filled to capacity and behind. She began to sweat, shaking with need. Her abdomen began to distend as the overflowing stomach spilled the liquid seed into her intestines. Still, she drank more. Minutes turned into hours, and the villain writhed, stuck in a trap of his own making as over two gallons of spunk were slowly extracted from him. Until Sue Storm's costume bulged grotesquely, and she could feel her body strain against the massive feast of pure, unadulterated cum.

It was a battle of endurance. A question of which would give out first . . . Sue Storm's stomach or Porkum's balls. Whether the Invisible Women would continue until she burst, or whether the mutant pig-man would beg for mercy.