My Little Purple Pickle

Chapter III: Ticklin tha Pickle

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT MATERIAL AND STRONG LANGUAGE ONLY SUITED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES!!!

I roughly pinned Vision against the wall, causing various different nail polishes and acetone containers to fall off the shelf next to us. I then dropped to my knees. I could smell his purple pickle bulging through his pants. I couldn't resist, I started nibbling and monching on his pants. I hadn't realized how much of a freak I was until now. I tore open Vision's britches and was abruptly greeted by his purple pickle. His long schlong flew out stiff as a metal pole and backhanded me in my left cheek. My lips shivered at this 18 inch purple anaconda only a mere centimeter away from my mouth's entrance.

   I was dumbfounded. Gallons of my drool was pouring onto the tip of Vision's crab meat as I sat there on my sore ass kneecaps in shock. But before I could even fathom to piece together a sentence, involuntarily, my mouth gaped open and wrapped around Vis's phat purple crab meat and wasn't letting go. I held on with gorilla grip. My throak could only fit six inches. I had to hold the other 12 with both of my hands. Vision's cock was Mjolnir and I was the only one worthy to hold it. Wanda had nothing on the way I gawk gawked this glizzy.  

I looked up at Vision as I tickled his pickle with my tongue. He was redder than usual, flushed with embarrassment, but I could tell he was loving every bit of this. He tried to fight his eyes' strong desire to gaze at me gagging on his vibranium hard shaft. My eyes, mouth, and vuh jay jay overflew with water. I've never been so wet in my life. I started to thrust harder and faster against Vis's crab meat. Soon he was playing tennis with my uvula. Back and forth, in and out, back and forth, in and out, back...and forth.

VISION'S POV:

   I know I shouldn't be enjoying this. This is wrong...but as wrong as it is why does it feel so right!!?? Gansita's tongue is so moist and squirmy. All these feelings I'm feeling. I just can't keep it in anymore. I HAVE TO LET IT OUT!!! 

3rd Person POV:

   Gansita was craving for Vision's sweet... sweet sweet pickle juice. She sucked him like a human vacuum, trying her best to milk every last drop of Vision's splurge down her throak! Not being able to hold it in anymore, Vision's toes curled as he bit his bottom lip and busted a nut cannon into Gansita's esophagus. Vision bolted out an orgasmic, tear jerking moan of ecstasy. The smell of nail polish, acetone, sex, and lustful passion permeated that poor storage room. Little did that storage room know that today would be the day that it would be permanently stained with the scent of Vision and Gansita's shameful love affair. If only walls could talk...