Who Do Pussy Voodoo Pt 01

I never believed in that supernatural mumbo jumbo, but now every time I look at my wife Clara I have to believe. It started last year when Clara asked me if we could pick up from the airport her friend Joanne who had just come back from overseas with her new husband Jamma. Clara warned me that he was bit unusual but I said it would be no problem; after all I had dealt with my in-laws all these years. In response my wife gave me a playful smack on the behind.

Despite what I said I really wasn't ready for what I saw, Clara was the homemaker sort like you see in those old sit-coms. Joanne was one of those girls who had just missed the sixties, hence her going overseas to help out in some poor village. But that did nothing to prepare me for Jamma. He was black, well over six foot tall, closer to seven I'd say and was bald with tattoos all over his face, and as I'd later learn all over the rest of his body. He just stood there then and laughed as he saw my shock while he lifted all their luggage by himself. This was a job that would normal take two sky caps but he carried it all to the car without breaking a sweat.

Over dinner, despite myself, I came to like the guy, he had an odd sense of humor that was catchy. Since they had arrived a day earlier than they thought they would the painters were still painting their house, so we had them stay in the guest bedroom. I was tired and soon fell fast asleep.

When you've been married a long time you can sense when your partner is out of the bed even for a moment. Well, I noticed Clara was gone, but I thought she had just gone to pee. I went back to sleep but when she did not come back in an hour I decided to get up and see if she was okay.

As I passed the guest room I noticed the door was ajar and an odd noise was coming from within it. I cracked the door some more and what I saw made my blood turn into ice-water in my veins. There was Clara, in her nightgown on her knees before Jamma sucking his giant black cock, the thing was as thick as my wrist and as dark as night. It must have been a foot long if it was an inch.

Clara was sucking on it rhythmically like a robot. Then I noticed Joanne was between her legs licking her pussy. Neither woman seemed to notice my presence. Suddenly I felt like I could not move. Without a wind the door blew open by itself, or did it? All the time Jamma laughed.

"In my country like in yours, what is that saying? What is mine is yours. I thank you, now please watch. Sit down," he said. Against my own will I walked towards the chair in the corner of the room and sat in it. I could feel but I could not control my movements.

"My manna must be recharged now my all too kind host!" I watched as Clara got up, Joanne helped her off with her nightgown so that all she had on were her pearls. I wanted to cry out but I could not I could only watch as Joanne held his massive pole straight up and my wife started to squat down on it.

"Ughhh!! Ohhh!!" she said as she lowered herself onto his cock. To my shock it actually slid inside of her. She began to bounce up and down on it putting her arms in back of her for balance. Her nipples looked like they were going to explode they were so hard.

Her impaling of herself went on for a mind numbing half hour. The he took her dog-style and I could see how wide her pussy had been stretched.

"Oh yes! Good tight Yankee pussy! Oh yes. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" he made some sort of symbol with his hand and Joanne went over to me, emotionlessly she pulled out my cock and began to suck on it like a machine. She took out a small via and rubbed its contents all over my shaft and all of a sudden it felt harder than it ever had before and seemed to have grown bigger in size. A huge wave of hard lust engulfed me.

I grabbed my wife's best friend and spun her around, able to move on my own at last, I made her bend way over and as she grabbed the nightstand I shoved myself into her and started to pound her with no mercy. It was like the energy level in the room was building. I knew this was all wrong but it felt so good.

My wife was now back on her knees sucking Jamma's cock, each time taking it deeper and deeper down her throat to the point that I could not believe she could still breathe. She rubbed her pussy furiously as she did so. Jamma started to cum in her mouth, then he pulled out and continued to shoot his load all over her tits and stomach. As he finished I came deep in Joanne's cunt slapping her ass hard as I did so. I never came so much in my life.

Jamma collapsed in a heap, he was so motionless I thought he had died, but then he woke up and poured a potion into my wife's and Joanne's mouth. Both women laid down on the bed and were soon fast asleep. He told me he and Joanne would be gone in the morning but he would like to leave a gift for us both. He then took out of his leather pouch a powder and blew it in my face. It tasted like ginger I thought as I too fell into a deep and restful sleep.

The next morning I woke up and wondered if it had been some sort of dream. I went to the toilet and noticed my cock was nearly four inches longer and much thicker. What had happened? Was it always this way? I wondered or had he really done some sort of magic?

I went back to the bedroom to ask my wife and then I noticed that her tits looked much bigger. To this day she denies that her boobs went from a 36C to a 40DD. I have shown her the credit card receipts from having to buy her new bras and outfits but she ignores them. Even all her relatives and friends swear she has always had big tits.

Maybe I don't believe in all that mumbo jumbo but I do know I enjoying cumming between my wife's new extra sized tits.