Sue Storm Leans Over And Kisses Porkum

Porkum's pig-head swam in her vision. Sue Storm hiccuped, cheeks flushed, as she saw two of them, eyes going unfocused. The heroine leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper that made Porkum's small, triangular ears perk up in an effort to hear her.

"Oh, don't worry Porkie—I'm shure you'll find shome woman who will—*hic*—go crazhy for you. You're sho—nishe—"

Her hand slipped. And then her warm lips were pressed against his snout. The Invisible Woman, already far too inebriated, giggled. Kissed his snout again. And again. A strange, unnatural heat came over her, and her tongue slid over the flat tip of his snout, the nostrils quivering as Porkum strove to control himself.

"Hmm, Porkie," Sue Storm moaned. "I'll bet shome lucky girl will really—really—love this cute little shnout—

The Invisible Woman's mouth went wide, and for a moment, for the first time in Porkum's life, her felt a woman's ips engulf his pig-like nose. Sue Storm, used to giving blowjobs to her husband, had easily encompassed the entire schnozz. For a strange, terrible second, he actually felt her tongue inside his quivering nostrils.

Then Sue Storm's communicator went off.

With a lurch, she pulled her face from his and glanced down.

"Oh, shoot," she said as she slid off the desk onto wobbly feet. "There'sh a monshter on Broadway—I've got to go! Can you deliver the nut milk to the Baxhter Building?"

Porkum nodded, dumbly. He saw the Invisible Woman stagger out the door.

He counted to three. Then his pants ripped off as his cock, stuffed all the way down his right pants leg, went instantly stiff, jutting out from his thigh like a baseball bat.

"What a woman," he said, with a shudder of his thick shoulders. Then, thinking of her intoxicated state. "I hope she doesn't kill anybody."