A ritual

I woke to the wettest, hottest dream that turned out to be gloriously real. Cheri’s full lips were wrapped around one of my heavy balls, sucking gently while her tongue bathed it in warm spit. Her other hand cradled the second ball, massaging it lovingly as she hummed around the sensitive flesh. My thick morning cock lay hard across her face like a veiny club.

“Morning, baby,” she purred, popping off with a filthy smack before dragging her tongue up the entire underside of my shaft. She took me into her throat in one smooth glide, gagging wetly as spit poured down my balls. I groaned and fisted her dark hair, fucking her face with slow, deep strokes while she moaned like the perfect cock-worshipping wife she was.

We didn’t make it out of the bedroom. I flipped her onto all fours and slammed into her soaked pussy, railing her hard until she squirted all over the sheets. Then I dragged her into the shower, pressed her against the tile, and fucked her standing long, powerful strokes that had her massive tits bouncing and slapping the glass while she came twice more, screaming my name.

After we cleaned up, I settled in the home office in just gym shorts to break down last Friday’s game film. Plays scrolled across the screen while I scribbled notes on defensive alignments for next week’s opponent. Cheri lounged on the couch nearby in a tiny robe, sipping coffee and teasing her nipples absentmindedly.

The door opened without a knock. Raven sauntered in wearing nothing but an open black silk robe and her pentagram necklace, perky tits and smooth pussy on full display. She looked radiant, eyes glowing with captured power.

“Mmm, my favorite stud hard at work,” she purred, crossing the room and plopping straight onto my lap. Her wet heat pressed right against my rapidly thickening cock through my shorts. “I’m almost there, Manny. One more big ritual and I’ll have enough orgasmic energy collected to cast it.”

I groaned as she ground slowly on me. “What’s the ritual for, Raven?”

“Three nights from now. New moon facing the Archer. Perfect alignment.” She reached down, pulled my shorts aside, and sank straight down onto my cock with a throaty moan. Her tight walls gripped me like hot velvet. Cheri watched hungrily from the couch, fingers already slipping between her thighs.

Raven started riding me with long, rolling strokes, her perky tits bouncing inches from my face. “Mmm fuck ask me again, baby.”

“What’s the spell actually do?” I growled, gripping her hips and thrusting up to meet her.

She rode harder, head falling back, moaning wildly. “We’re going to change the world with cum!” Her voice cracked into a scream as she came violently, pussy clamping down and squirting all over my abs and chest in powerful, hot jets. The orgasm rolled through her like lightning.

“Cheri finish your husband,” Raven gasped, climbing off on shaky legs.

My wife was on me instantly, straddling me reverse and slamming down. She rode like a woman possessed, ass rippling, massive tits bouncing as she worked every inch. I reached around and rubbed her clit until she exploded, milking me with rhythmic squeezes until I roared and pumped her full of thick ropes of cum.

Later, as we continued our day, I pulled Cheri aside. “What did you think of Raven’s answer? Changing the world with cum? Taking down the patriarchy?”

Cheri smiled, kissing me softly. “It’s past due, baby. Trust the process.”

I still didn’t fully get how me fucking nine women senseless every night was supposed to dismantle the patriarchy, but the coven’s pleasure was addictive, and I couldn’t deny how fucking good it felt.

Moonrise brought the storm.

The backyard pulsed with raw sexual energy. All nine women were already deep in a lesbian frenzy tongues buried in cunts, fingers pumping, bodies grinding. Raven claimed first ride as always. She rode me reverse cowgirl in the center of the glowing pentagram, chanting as she bounced, squirting three times before passing me to the others.

The orgy turned feral.

I took Josie and Juanita at the same time Josie riding my face while the thick Latina goddess bounced on my cock, both of them squirting together in a messy, screaming fountain that soaked the grass. I flipped Vanessa onto her back, her curvy black body writhing as I pounded her through five squirting orgasms, her heavy tits bouncing wildly. Tori got railed doggy over the garden bench, perfect rack swinging as she gushed down her thighs in rhythmic sprays. Samantha begged me to **** her while I folded her tiny body in half and pile-drove her into the ground until she squirted so hard she nearly passed out.

Karen and Melissa came next. I had the chubby blonde riding me while the overweight redhead sat on my face. Their soft, heavy bodies jiggled in perfect sync as they came together, flooding me with warm girl-cum. I switched them, then took them both side-by-side on all fours, alternating strokes while they made out and screamed through orgasm after orgasm.

The energy was electric. Raven moved among us, collecting every drop of power, her own fingers buried in her pussy as she chanted. Cheri directed the chaos like a high priestess, pushing women onto my cock when they needed another shattering climax.

By the time the orgy peaked, every woman had received her required three-to-five violent, gushing orgasms. The backyard was a drenched, glistening battlefield of lust.

Later that night, after the coven had dispersed in a satisfied, cum-drunk haze, Raven watched from the shadows as Cheri and I slipped into the hot tub alone.

The water bubbled around us as I pulled my wife close. This time it wasn’t raw fucking—it was deep, intense, soul-connecting love. I sat on the bench and Cheri straddled me slowly, sinking down onto my cock with a long, shuddering moan. We moved together in perfect rhythm, kissing deeply, her massive tits pressed to my chest as I rocked up into her.

“I love you,” I whispered against her lips, hands gripping her juicy ass as I guided her in long, sensual strokes. She rode me with rolling hips, grinding her clit against my base while the water lapped at our joined bodies. Her walls fluttered around me, squeezing lovingly with every rise and fall.

Raven watched hungrily from the edge of the tub, fingers buried deep in her own pussy, eyes glowing with lust and power, but she didn’t interrupt. This moment was ours.

Cheri’s breathing grew ragged. I sucked on her nipples, thrusting deeper, grinding against her G-spot until she came beautifully— a long, rolling orgasm that had her trembling in my arms, pussy pulsing warmly around me. I followed soon after, groaning into her mouth as I filled her with slow, heavy pulses of cum.

We stayed locked together, kissing softly, the moon watching over us while Raven’s soft, satisfied moans drifted from the darkness.

The ritual was coming. The coven was growing. And whatever spell my Mistress had planned… it was going to be legendary.