Scarlet Wars (Part 5: Borrowing The Neighbor's Cock)

“Hmm. So many sexy spells to use…” She teased, circling the hardening cockhead with her finger and making Vision gulp, “I think I have just the one for you. A spell that’ll make this penis **** my orgasm as soon as it hits the door to my baby-room! . If I could patent to the masses then we’d be living on easy street!” She giggled along with the studio while the magic took its effect on Mark’s long pipe.

“Th-that would be useful…” He politely smiled, trying not to think about how deep Mark was about to go into his wife. An odd set of cogs began to whirr inside his head, an off kilter sensation of both dread and excitement brewing as Wanda prepared for the penetration.

Slowly she spread her legs more, her steamy cunt with thick puffy lips coming out to play as her panties vanished with a finger flick.

For those at home, that pussy seemed rather large though Vision with his lack of experience was none the wiser.

Wanda had transformed her womanhood into a veritable canal to accommodate Mark's titanic tool and the effect was instantly discernible.

Thick protruding folds that could probably swallow a fist whole. A feminine hole that hung partially open even at rest, revealing the wet soft grey interior folds and a dark, inviting passageway to Wanda's pleasure core. A fattened clit peeked out, the hood pulled back to reveal a bright pearl of sensitive flesh.

Such a large amount of liquids were pouring from her deeply gray opening that even without a cock Vision couldn’t help but feel excited. Mark’s cock was already magically aimed directly at her waiting hole, so now all he had to do was match every hip thrust perfectly with the man fucking his wife.

It would be easy, right?

“MMMMMNGGGH F-FUCKKK!” Wanda cooed, mature tone drawn sharper by sexual bliss. “Drive yourself all the way in, Vis. Make sure every inch of that big beautiful cock gets a chance to stretch out my insides~!”

The spreading of her cunt-lips—an affair laden with heavy discharges of gooey cunt-syrup and the writhing of Mark's cock veins once drawn into contact with the slimy flesh of her innards—captivated Vision as it would've any newly sexually aware 'youth'. Those strangely new gears were spinning erratically but nonetheless providing a current to a circuit within his skull whose purpose Vision was unaware of.

A novel form of jealousy seemed to brew in him while also a heady euphoria that he'd never experienced before. He'd have to research this phenomenon later...

“I…” said Wanda from below, the anticipation clear on her face as she bit her sexy lip towards him, “I feel you…”

Their iconic phrase. The one that they’d said at every intimate moment of their lives together. Now used, unintentionally, to describe Mark’s first thrust into her waiting cunt.

Her face went from sweet demure Wanda, to a slutty wanton whore so quickly it would stay with Vision’s memory banks forever. Her eyes goes crossed and her lips tightening into an ‘o’ as she felt the first full thrust of Mark’s meat hit her cervix on the first go. “OOH! I REALLY FEEL YOU! OH MY GGGOWWDDD!!”

Vision was a witness to his love’s pure pussy stretched far apart by Mark’s huge cock. If his newly formed penis could have hypothetically struggled to pleasure Wanda before, then it was a mathematical certainty that her wider pussy was now far beyond his ability. So much gushing juice poured down her legs, splashing against their marital bed, all while she squirmed in pure pleasure.

“Hooo! OooOoOOO VIZZZ!!!” She screamed out, hands clutching the sheets tightly while her thumping chest bounced up and down from her excited breath, “FUCK ME! SINTI MI BARNTA! (Rail my pussy)! UNISTI JA MOJATA VNATRESNOST! (Destroy my insides)!”

It was a good thing that Vision had a Sokovian to English translator, and that subtitles existed for the audience, so that everyone knew exactly how much Wanda wanted it.

Vision started slow, making sure to bring his inner Mark backwards slowly as he moved his hips before shoving forwards again. Obviously not able to feel what Wanda’s insides felt like, but hearing her moan and gasp was enough of an indicator that he was doing something right.

More and more the rhythm began to pick up speed. Liquid splattering everywhere while the thick pipe clearly bulged Wanda’s torso with every thrust. That newly engaged circuit was glowing hot and pulsating, initiating all sorts of exotic equations and computations within Vision's processors.

“MmmMM!!” Her moans were loud and unashamed, “My whole body feels sooo GOOOD!”

“I must say the consistency of your vagina is also giving me much pleasure, Wanda!” Vision realized he hadn’t complimented her enough, having to lie just to get through this strange experience. Quickly he internally googled the top words used during smutty fanfictions, “Other adjectives I’d use would be tight, hot, swell inducing, tantalizing, tangy, wet, slippy, quivering, moist, and fangorious.”

She would have tilted her head and smirked at his strange dedication to the list, but her mind was totally lost to Mark’s cock. Their hips kept crashing together so headily that Vision realized he was losing control of the sleeping man quite rapidly.

Whatever dream was powering the mind of Mark it was probably turning rather erotic from the context of his body. Vision stopped having to guide him and instead had to start following Mark instead! Grabbing onto Wanda’s thighs, thrusting his hips even quicker, and in one instance even lean down to nibble on the nipple that had been bouncing around.

It was a wonder how Wanda didn’t notice that last one, but then she was barely looking at reality anymore.

Sparks flying across her vision making her see more spots than boyfriend. Not that she was complaining. Increasing the size and sensitivity of her cunt was making her first ever truly free sexual experience hot as fuck.

The huge erection of her mechanical boyfriend felt unreal. More pussy space meant more nerve endings to rub against thick meaty pipe. The scraping of his cockhead every time it surged inside her was the greatest feeling she’d ever experienced. Such a cock was only possible with her magic, she supposed, but surely the immense thrusts were only achievable by the synthezoid’s strength.

It mattered not. Their love was the greatest magic in the universe, of course sex would feel amazing with him.

After another near reveal when the sleepy Mark bit down on her other breast, Vision decided a quick flip of his wife was best. Getting her to doggy style position on the bed before Mark really did blow their cover here.

Vision found himself looking down at his wife's buttocks, vastly increased in size and curvature. The effect was quite dramatic. The circumference of Wanda's hips had been a perfectly average 34.6 inches, a subtle but suitably detectable feminine curve. Now, under the influence of Wanda's reality-warping magic, her once modest hips had swelled into a grand, heart-shaped display, a full 52.3 inches!

He could only look on in astonishment, her rear truly had become plump and supple, yet remained firm to the touch. The perfect specimen of feminine form. The studio audience found this very pleasing, as did Vision.

Her voluminous buttocks jiggled and swayed with Mark's frantic pounding. Her body rocked back and forth with each powerful thrust, a veritable orchestra of soft, lewd noises played from the colliding of Wanda's meaty haunches.

In the midst of this romantic comedy scene, Vision found himself momentarily caught in a freeze frame, allowing the audience a glimpse into his lightning-fast thought processes. As if time had paused for a whimsical interlude, cartoon gears turned in his head, and thought bubbles appeared above him.

The first diagram showed a visibly frustrated cartoon Wanda wiggling her exaggerated rear, attempting to locate a shrimpy tool wedged between her enhanced buttocks. Vision's calculations quickly conveyed the impracticality of average-sized penetration amid the grand swell of her curves.

In the second cartoon, an enormous rocket-like penis easily passed through the heart-shaped curves, symbolizing Mark's impressive size. The animated Wanda in this scenario sported hearts in her eyes and a tongue playfully hanging out, representing desire and satisfaction.

It occurred to Vision that his own recent fleshy addition would surely meet the same fate as the diminutive example. Squished within the confines of Wanda's quite deep booty cleavage, unable to even reach her waiting sex.

The thought seemed to add a jolt of power to those strange gears and that brand new circuit in his head. More calculations were running by, more ideas occurring that Vision was unsure about, but the overall feeling was a tingling sensation that felt very… positive.

For the audience at home a cardboard cut out of Vision in profile was shown. A trapdoor in his head dropped open to reveal a skeevy looking mouse within a Skinner Box, frantically mashing a button with its tiny paws. The words Cuckold Circuit were emblazoned boldly above it while in teensy fine print that the camera had to zoom in on to be read it said: Installed by WandaCorps!

The audience laughed to see such fun, as Mark went to town on his wife.

Amidst the chaos of new brain waves, Vision had actually missed that his internal operating fuckbuddy had moved his arms independently. Escaping the phasing android to land a large and able bodied smack against the oversized rumpus in front of them.

“OOH! VIS!” The response was at least positive as she looked over her shoulder with such a wanton look in her eye, “Even a naughty girl like me can only take so much punishment~”

“I assure you that was a simple acciden-”

SLAP!

“OooOHH~!”

SLAP SLAP SLAP!

He gave up. Wanda loved it, and whatever fly swatting dream Mark was going through it was working out fine. The giggle in her voice and the jiggle in her rear worked in a cacophony of pleasure for the one he was doing all this for anyway.

Admittedly, the new cuckold circuit was making him feel rather expendable in the grand scheme of the evening. Perhaps the ruse should have been lifted. Mark and Wanda introduced properly without any sexual shenanigans, and a nice inter-house harem could begin for the nicely sized young man. Vision wondered how Agnes even handled such a beast. Her over-willingness to share perhaps indicated a similar desire to gift Mark with more holes to rut inside. Perhaps the housewife was overwhelmed by him, with Wanda being a perfectly sized hole for his cock…

The logic was getting him nowhere fast. To understand his new neighbor would take calmer time and at least two more episodes. For now, Vision had a task to achieve in helping bring Wanda to a satisfying climax. He tried to match Mark pound for pound now. Thrusting harder, going faster, going wilder. All for the pure carnal pleasure of his love: Wanda Maximoff. It wasn't his cock, but it was for her.

"Yes. Yes! YesyesYES! This is how I always imagined it would be like~" She moaned as Mark/Vision kept hammering away. "So-oh!OH! So perfect! SO GOOD! SO BIG! I love you Vis!"

The audience alternately aww'd at their love and laughed when the camera zoomed in to the cuckoldry circuit of Vision one more, borrowing another man's cock to bang his wife with.

Soon enough they transitioned through positions, Wanda's lust and enthusiasm seeing her use her magic to flip them around, so Vision was on his back and she was riding him.

And boy, did she ride him.

Hard. Fast. Passionate.

Her husband's (their young neighbor's) big, throbbing cock stirred wildly within her sopping wet folds, stroking her walls, striking her core with every frenzied bucking of her hips. All of the pleasure and delight held within that long, thick, beautiful cock, Wanda was going to wring it all out. She was going to make him burst, erupt. She felt him pulsing, twitching within her tight cunt, and she laughed giddily.

“Mmm… sshiet…!” Mark rolled his head back, the words being ripped from his lips. His hands clamped down on her thighs, fingers digging into her flesh for a decent grip. A **** grip.

Wanda smiled down at him wickedly, making soft pink lines across his chest with her nails. She reveled in her ability to wring such an earthy declaration from her normally prim and proper Vision. Her husband.

"Say my name! Say it, honey..." Wanda begged, her nails digging into Mark's chest again as her rhythm quickened. "Come on, say it!"

Vision did his best impression of his voice mixed with Mark to not confuse things in the moment, though Mark was very close to waking up right there and then, "W-W-Wandaaa!" He let out.

The beautiful Avenger nodded in pleasure, grinding herself harder, and Mark met her demands.

"Wanda! Wanda! Wandaaaaahhhhh!" Vision repeated again and again.

While he could study her micro movements in this state, like noticing her bulbous nipples or the way her eyes rolled back when Mark thrust his hips, Vision’s imagination circuits were the thing most running wild. Questions upon statements, with no answers in sight. What his wife’s warmth felt like? What her huge pussy felt like squeezing against a massive cock? What Mark was thinking? How each ridge of her cunt clamping down on its favorite meal? What arousal felt like? Did Wanda have new G-spots, and was Mark hitting them?

…why he was enjoying this so much…?

Yet through it all, Vision wondered most: when was the climax?

“FgH!” Mark groaned, clamping his hands tightly down on Wanda’s thighs and bending his body forwards on the bed, “HNFGHAAAHH!”

Vision zoomed forwards to kiss his wife as another man filled her cunt.

“NNHHHG!!!!” She screamed into his mouth, barely able to hold on as her voice stretched her mouth open. Wanda tried to keep their lips together, but her mind was being far too blown by pure unadulterated pleasure.

Cum was now filling her. More than anyone in all of history, it was FILLING her. The show used one more cartoon metaphor on her womb to show a cream puff filled with whipped cream, overflowing the amount and dribbling down the sides. Mark’s hugely potent nuts were powerful enough to even get sperm up that titanic shaft. Blasting itself into Wanda, filling her cream puff and eggs almost immediately before traveling back down the long shaft towards their testicular origin point.

Vision briefly calculated the speed of which and was wildly impressed, as to get that velocity through so much meat was a massive achievement.

He could also feel Wanda approaching her fourth orgasm from Mark’s seed. The rolling climaxes were getting to be almost worrying, as the Avenger was moaning more than breathing right now.

But with one final surge, Mark’s cock seemed to finally run out of cum. Wilting enough for everyone to take a breath. And to let Vision back away his mouth from his wife’s.

The longest night of Vision’s night was finally ov-

“MMF!”

Oh no.

In his brief moment of reprieve, he had assumed Mark would return to slumber. Not finish his art with one final signature…

Mark and Wanda were kissing.

FZZZTKKRCS!