A Reading

I kicked the front door shut behind me, my muscle frame still pumped from coaching drills and the workout. The house reeked of sex and sin thick incense mixed with that sweet, cunt-wetting herbal musk. Low, filthy murmurs floated from the living room. There was my voluptuous Cheri, sprawled on the couch in a flimsy sundress that did nothing to hide her massive, heavy tits or the hard nipples stabbing the fabric. And opposite her sat Raven, the witchy little cock-tease, looking like pure demonic temptation.

Raven’s bright emo-goth style was lethal: black lace corset cinched tight, shoving her full perky tits up like sacrificial offerings, pentagram dangling right between that soft cleavage. Plaid skirt barely covering her ass, fishnets hugging thick thighs, thigh-high boots. Purple-crimson streaks in her jet hair framed that pale, dark-lipsticked face as she laid down another tarot card with a wicked smile.

“…The Tower means sudden, violent orgasm,” Raven purred, voice dripping raw lust. “A monstrous cock splitting you open, stretching that married pussy past its limits until you gush everywhere. The Emperor? A dominant, hung stud—thick as your wrist, long as your forearm—pounding you into submission while darker forces watch and hunger.” Her eyes flicked toward me, hungry. “I see endless creampies, squirting orgasms, and a petite goth slut ing you both under the moonlight, chanting while she gets ruined.”

Cheri was flushed, thighs rubbing together, practically humping the couch. Raven kept going, describing card after card in pornographic detail—double penetration by fat cock and tongue, cum glazing huge tits, a breeding ritual that left pussies gaping and overflowing. My heavy monster cock swelled fast in my shorts, already thicker than most men’s erections even half-hard.

Raven stood, packed her deck, and brushed past me at the door. Her soft hand slid up my chest, nails dragging over my pecs as she pressed her body close. “I can give you a very personal, very deep reading later, handsome,” she whispered hotly, lips brushing my ear. “I want to study exactly how that fat Puerto Rican dick rearranges insides.” The door clicked shut behind her.

Instantly, Cheri became a feral slut.

She dropped to her knees right in the kitchen, ripping my shorts down. My massive cock exploded free veiny, bronze, as long as her forearm and thicker than her wrist, already rock-hard and drooling precum. “Holy fuck, Manny,” she moaned like a whore in heat, both hands stroking the throbbing shaft, barely able to wrap around it. “Raven’s dirty reading and that special tea she made me drink have my pussy absolutely drenched. I need this horse cock destroying me now.”

Her full lips stretched obscenely wide as she devoured the head, sucking hard, tongue swirling under the ridge while she pumped the shaft with both fists. Gagging and slurping noises filled the kitchen as she **** more thick inches down her throat, spit pouring down her chin onto her heaving tits. I groaned and fisted her dark hair, fucking her face with deep, wet thrusts until her eyes watered.

“Get up here, you cock-hungry wife.” I grabbed her thick thighs, hoisted her 5’7” voluptuous body like a fucktoy, and impaled her dripping cunt in one savage stroke. Her walls stretched violently around my girth, and she screamed in ecstasy as hot squirt exploded around my shaft, gushing down my balls and legs in powerful streams.

“FUUUUUCK YES! Ruin me with that fat monster!” she shrieked, nails clawing my shoulders as I bounced her up and down the full length of my cock. Each drop of her squirt sprayed everywhere while I walked us to the bedroom, using raw strength to hammer her cervix with every brutal bounce. Her huge tits bounced wildly against my chest, nipples like diamonds.

I threw her onto the bed. Cheri landed legs splayed, dress torn open, massive tits spilling out. I climbed on and slammed back in balls-deep, folding her in half. “Take every fucking inch, slut!” The bed slammed against the wall as I pile-drove her. Skin slapped violently. Her long toned legs shook in the air.

“Destroy my pussy, Coach! Fuck me harder than Raven ever could!” she cursed and screamed, back arching, claws raking long red lines down my muscular back. Orgasm one hit like a freight train—her cunt clamped vise-tight, squirting in hot arcs that soaked my abs and chest. I didn’t slow down. I flipped her doggy, gripped her wide hips, and railed her like an animal, watching that juicy ass ripple and jiggle with every punishing thrust. My heavy balls slapped her swollen clit relentlessly.

She came again, screaming, “I’m squirting again aaaahhh! Your cock is too big!” Another gush flooded out around my pistoning shaft. I yanked her hair, spanking her ass bright red while I hammered deeper, grinding against her G-spot until she shattered a third time, babbling incoherently.

We fucked like demons through every filthy position. Missionary with her ankles locked behind my head so I could watch her eyes roll back. Cowgirl where she slammed down like a possessed whore, big tits slapping together as she ground her clit against my base and came so hard her thighs spasmed. I stood, held her upside-down, and ate her squirting cunt while she gagged on my cock in a standing 69. Then prone-bone, my heavy body pinning her as I bred her mercilessly, cock bulging her lower belly.

By the final round I had her folded like a pretzel, pile-driving straight down into her wrecked hole. Cheri was a drooling, clawing, squirting mess—orgasm after orgasm ripping through her until her voice went hoarse from screaming my name and every filthy curse she knew.

“Fill me! Breed your wife’s womb!” she begged.

I roared like a beast and buried every thick inch, unloading rope after heavy, pulsing rope of thick Puerto Rican cum straight into her deepest depths. Her pussy overflowed instantly. When I finally pulled out with a wet pop, a massive gush of her squirt mixed with my load poured out in a creamy waterfall, soaking the ruined sheets.

We collapsed, panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Cheri’s hand immediately went to my heavy, cum-smeared balls, gently massaging them while her other fingers rubbed her still-throbbing clit. “God… I really fucking like her, Manny,” she whispered, voice raw and slutty. “Raven. We need her around constantly. During the reading she kept talking about how your cock would feel stretching her tight witch pussy, how she’d moan spells while you pumped her full of seed. That herbal tea she gave me… fuck, it’s like liquid fire in my veins. My clit won’t stop buzzing. I’m still horny as hell even after all that.”

She squeezed my balls and stroked my half-hard monster, already coaxing it back to full, veiny glory. “It makes everything more sensitive… wetter… needier. I want her watching next time. Or ing.”

Round two was even filthier.

I flipped Cheri onto all fours and mounted her like a stud breeding a mare. No warmup—just raw, balls-deep thrusts that made her scream into the pillow. I reached around and rubbed her clit viciously while spanking her ass purple. She came instantly, squirting down my thighs again. I pulled her up into a full nelson, bouncing her entire body on my cock while gravity drove me even deeper, her massive tits bouncing wildly as she wailed in continuous orgasm.

Then I bent her over the dresser in front of the mirror. “Watch how your married pussy gets ruined,” I growled. She did eyes glassy, mouth open in a constant moan as I destroyed her from behind, one hand mauling a heavy tit, the other fingering her tight asshole. The herbal tea had her in full nympho mode; she begged for more, filthier things, promising to hold Raven down for me while I claimed the witch’s holes.

I finally exploded again, pumping a second massive load so deep I swear it painted her womb directly. When I pulled out, her gaping, ruined cunt winked and drooled thick white cum in a steady river down her trembling thighs.

We lay tangled, my hand possessively cupping one of her huge breasts, her fingers still lazily playing with my cum-covered cock and balls. The witch next door had awakened something primal in both of us. And thanks to that special tea, Cheri was nowhere near done.