What a Fun Way to Cum Home

I pushed open the front door after a long day, the house thick with the scent of candles, incense, and raw, dripping pussy. My cock twitched at the sight waiting for me in the living room spilling into the kitchen tiles.

Cheri lay spread-eagle in the center of a perfect pentagram made of white salt and gleaming crystals, surrounded by flickering black and red candles. Her voluptuous body glowed in the warm light—massive tits heaving, legs splayed obscenely wide, shaved pussy glistening and swollen. And between those long toned thighs knelt Raven, the witchy little slut devouring my wife like she was starving. Raven’s tongue lashed frantically over Cheri’s exposed clit, lips sucking noisily, two fingers buried deep in her dripping hole while she moaned like a **** whore into her folds.

“Mmmph yes, just like that,” Cheri whimpered, hips grinding against Raven’s hungry mouth. Her eyes found mine, glassy with lust. “Baby… come here. Raven’s been such a good little witch for me. Thank her properly. Fuck her brains out. Let me watch that big cock ruin her.”

Raven lifted her slick face just long enough to shoot me a wicked, needy look, dark lipstick smeared, chin shiny with Cheri’s juices. “Please… I’ve been aching for it.”

I stripped fast, my heavy cock springing free and rock-hard. I stepped into the pentagram, grabbed Raven by her purple-streaked hair, and pulled her up into a messy kiss, tasting my wife all over her tongue. Then I pushed her down onto her back right in the center of the salt lines, candles flickering over her petite, curvy body.

Position one missionary, deep and brutal. I spread her fishnet-clad thighs wide and drove in with one long thrust. Her tight walls stretched around me, hot and soaking. Raven’s back arched sharply, a guttural moan tearing from her throat. “Fuuuuck so thick!” I pinned her wrists above her head and started pounding, deep, powerful strokes that made her perky tits bounce. Her eyes rolled back almost immediately. I ground against her clit on every thrust until she shattered—her first orgasm ripping through her, pussy clamping and gushing around my shaft as she screamed spells and curses, body convulsing under me.

I didn’t let her catch her breath. Position two doggy style. I flipped her over, yanked her hips up so her ass was high, and slammed back in. That pale, juicy ass rippled with every brutal impact, my heavy balls slapping her clit. I reached around and rubbed her swollen nub while railing her, spanking her cheeks bright red. Raven pushed back like a bitch in heat, chanting “yes, yes, fuck me deeper” until her second orgasm hit even harder. Her arms gave out, face pressed to the cool tile as she squirted down her thighs, walls fluttering wildly.

Position three I pulled out, sat on the edge of the kitchen table just outside the pentagram, and yanked her onto my lap facing me. Cowgirl. Raven’s hands braced on my shoulders as she sank down, taking every inch with a broken moan. She rode me frantically, perky tits bouncing right in my face. I sucked hard on one stiff nipple, then the other, slapping her ass to make her go faster. Her third orgasm crashed over her fast—she ground down desperately, clit rubbing my base, crying out as fresh girl-cum flooded over my balls.

I stood up with her still impaled, her legs wrapped around me. Position four standing full nelson. I locked my arms behind her knees, spreading her wide open, and bounced her entire petite body up and down my cock like a fleshlight. Gravity drove me impossibly deep with every drop. Raven’s head fell back against my shoulder, drooling, moaning incoherently as I hammered her G-spot. Her fourth orgasm made her squirt violently, hot sprays arcing onto the salt lines while her body shook uncontrollably.

Position five prone bone on the kitchen floor. I laid her flat on her stomach, covered her smaller frame with my muscular body, and fucked her into the tiles with long, grinding strokes. My weight pinned her completely; she could only whimper and take it. I slipped a hand under her to rub her clit while biting her neck. Raven came a fifth time, screaming into the floor, pussy spasming so hard it nearly pushed me out.

By then she was a panting, exhausted, cum-drenched mess legs twitching, chest heaving, dark makeup running. I pulled out of her wrecked hole with a wet pop and turned to my wife.

Cheri was touching herself frantically, eyes wild with lust. “Now me, baby. Please.”

I scooped her up easily, her thick thighs wrapping around my waist, and carried her right into the center of the pentagram. Standing tall amid the salt and flickering candles, I lowered her dripping pussy onto my throbbing cock. She sank down with a long, satisfied groan, her massive tits pressing against my chest. I gripped her juicy ass and started bouncing her—strong, rhythmic lifts and drops that made her take every inch over and over. Watery sounds filled the kitchen as I fucked her standing, her long legs locked behind my back.

Raven crawled closer on shaky limbs, still panting hard, one hand lazily pinching and twisting her own pointy nipples as she watched. “So fucking hot…” she breathed, mesmerized by the sight of my shaft stretching Cheri’s married cunt.

I kept bouncing my wife harder, faster, her huge tits jiggling wildly between us. Cheri’s head fell back, moaning my name like a prayer while her walls fluttered around me. The candles flickered wildly with our movements, crystals glowing under the raw sexual energy. I felt her building fast clit grinding against me, nails digging into my shoulders.

“Cum for me, baby,” I growled, driving up into her with powerful thrusts. Cheri shattered beautifully, crying out as her pussy gushed around my cock, juices running down my balls and onto the pentagram. I kept bouncing her through it, drawing out every spasm until she was a trembling, satisfied wreck in my arms.

Raven watched with hungry, half-lidded eyes, still playing with her sensitive nipples, chest rising and falling rapidly from exhaustion and renewed lust.

The three of us stayed locked in that candlelit circle of salt and sin, breathing hard, bodies buzzing. This was only the beginning of the ritual.