Someone put a spell on Jennifer. After a wild night of drinking and debauchery, this sultry witch woke up to discover the biggest dick she's ever seen swinging between her legs. Now, Jennifer and her two best friends are retracing their steps, trying to find the person who gave her this giant cock and getting them to remove the curse before it takes her over for good. More
Someone put a spell on Jennifer. After a wild night of drinking and debauchery, this sultry witch woke up to discover the biggest dick she's ever seen swinging between her legs. Her best friend Caroline couldn't help remove the curse, but was more than happy to take her new cock's virginity on the living room floor! Now, Jennifer and her two best friends are retracing their steps, trying to find the person who cursed her and get the curse undone. But, between her two friends fighting over her new cock and a hunky, curious bartender with a bicurious streak, is Jennifer having too much fun being a witch with a dick to go back? This sizzling 7,000 word story is a standalone sequel to "Thinking With Her Dick," and features a sinful encounter in a ladies' room, two competetive and sexy witches fighting over a cock, and an enchanted dickgirl who's not afraid to take control of a man to get what she wants! ***FOR ADULTS ONLY***
Excerpt: “I'm really sorry you're hurting,” she said, closing the stall door behind her, “and I wanted to come in here and help you get your mind off it. I've been thinking about you fucked Caroline all morning,” she said. “She can't shut up about how that big, hard cock felt stretching her tight little pussy.”
“Jewel,” I began, “Please. I-”
Jewel shot forward and met my mouth with hers, wrapping her arms around my neck and her leg around my waist. She rubbed my shaft through my jeans with her thigh as her tongue thrust deep into my mouth, cutting off my cries of protest. Please, I thought, please don't stop... I fought against my dick, struggling to wrest control of my mind.
I was back in command of my hands and about to push Jewel away when she broke off the kiss and dropped to her knees in the tiny stall, a naughty smile on her face. “I haven't even gotten to see what you're packing yet,” she said, her hands flying to my zipper. “Don't you think I can make you feel just as good as that little tramp Caroline?”
I was sure she could. Visions of her mouth wrapped around my cock flooded my head, making my mouth dry with lust. “Jewel,” I managed, “this isn't me, and it's not you. I feel like my dick is in control!”
“Girl,” she said looking up at me, “it might not look like it when I'm on my knees, but the girl giving head is always the one in complete control.” With a wink, she pulled my zipper down and removed my cock in one fluid motion. “Oh, wow,” she said, her eyes widening. I had never seen a bigger cock then the one I'd woken up with, and from the look on Jewel's face she hadn't either. Thick, granite-hard and covered in ropey veins, it looked like a tree branch sticking out from my slender frame. For a moment I saw Jewel wonder whether she could fit such a massive cock down her throat, then narrow her eyes in determination. I didn't need to be a mind reader to know what she was thinking: if Caroline can do it, I can too.
“That is an amazing cock,” Jewel said. “I'm impressed.” She lowered her mouth over the fat purple head, so close I could feel her warm breath against me. “Tell me what you want me to do to it, Jen.”