A Christmas Cucking-Chapter 1: The Ghost of cucking's past-part 1 (Patreon)

Richard was fucked: to begin with.

Not fucked as to say, enraptured in the throes of blissful intercourse and riding out the waves of passionate lovemaking with the warm body of another by his side. No, although many a couple were surely indulging in such a nightly romp on this frosty night on the eve of Christmas, entangling their bodies in delicious carnal delight and relishing the air of joy that seemed to live in every snowflake, every Christmas light, and every jovial laugh that filled the air.

No, Richard Rosenbaum was and far from being “fucked” in the true sense of the word. Rather, quite the opposite, his girlfriend was miles away already, booked on a flight to God knows where and filling his poor anxious heart with all manner of delusions and foul imaginations he desperately tried to beat out of his head. It seemed that once again, the accursed luck of his that spawned on this foul holiday had struck once more, and now the only woman who gave him something to look forward to tomorrow would be gone.

The holidays that were oh-so-beloved by his fears were nothing but a bitter reminder of memories he so desperately wished he could forget, so much so that in spite of his boyish, youthful good looks, he never failed to wear the face of a regular Ebenezer Scrooge come Christmas season, dripping with contempt and palpable disgust at every playing child and Santa Clause impersonator and especially the lovestruck couples strolling the snow-covered streets.

To explain my earlier statement, Richard was fucked, as in the fucking that left you pacing and panting and desperately grumbling into your phone to a poor, innocent woman on the other end with no chance at calming you from the fiery rage filling your heart. But of course Richie wasn’t calm. How could he be after all? Not when his girlfriend was cheating on him…

Well…not that he knew she was cheating on him. She wasn’t even around, but he could tell from the tone of her voice and the way she sighed and prattled on every time he rightfully voiced his worries to her, and if she wasn’t already, she was surely going to…just like all the others did…

Richard certainly knew his way around women, being something of an infamous lothario. The boyish good looks he had once been so ashamed of in his youth for how often he was bullied for his soft, slender physique, delicately carved, feminine appearance and plush, perfect lips had combined with a suaveness about his demeanor that had women practically chomping at the bit just to be his arm candy for the night. There had never been a single year that the young photographer lacked a lady at his side since his first high school girlfriend from ages ago…for him, the problem came long after he had a “loyal” lady by his side…

In short, Richard was absolutely terrible at keeping a woman…a fact that he always portrayed as an effect of his ruthless playboy ways, though the truth behind his constantly recurring status as an eligible bachelor was one so embarrassing, so…degrading that he could never reveal it to ANYONE.

Richie had…he had…ᵉʳᵉᶜᵗⁱˡᵉ ᵈʸˢᶠᵘⁿᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ…

Yes, as unbelievable as it might have seemed, Richie Rosenbaum, for all the runway models and bubbly blonde instagram “influencers” he dated whose bodies could rouse the long dormant lust of a geriatric retirement home patient who was paralyzed from the waist down, he remained a complete and total perma-virgin who had never even touched one of the girls he'd dated! It was like a curse that loomed over him for years now, every time he would so much as try to bump uglies with the latest giggling bimbo-brained bitch he'd picked up at a club, he was left uselessly rubbing a teeny, wimpy worm of a cock with all his strength and not even getting solid enough to push inside of the plush folds of a real pussy before spewing a weak, watery load out against their trim bellies.

He'd tried every form of viagra, every Karma Sutra pose, and even alternative medicinal treatments that cost him a pretty penny to absolutely no avail! Yet every time, his girlfriends would grow fed up, and soon enough they'd be with a new, bigger, beefier man that never failed to look exactly like the sort of meathead thugs he so scorned in his youth, every time spurning a new fantasy of those massive, musclebound, beastly animal brutes PLAPPING their heaving hips against the marshmallowy soft asses of supremely fertile, fuckable poundmeat that should have been HIS! And as though that wasn’t enough of an embarrassment, he had to live with the knowledge that the very thought of those huge, hulking, thuggish men so much bigger and stronger and beefier than he would EVER be with their veiny, steel-hard muscles and huge, nasty, bloated bulges (which Richie definitely never found himself staring at longingly as he scrolled through his ex’s instagram posts with picture after picture of their enormously soft, plushy curves being groped shamelessly by their new horny hunk boyfriends) POUNDING EVERY WOMAN HE’D EVER BEEN WITH INTO A COCK-DRUNK, SEMEN-STUFFED, BRAIN-BROKEN BREEDER BITCH MADE POOR RICHIE HARDER THAN HE’D EVER BEEN WHEN HE HAD THE CHANCE TO FUCK THEM HIMSELF! Even now, his heart clenched at the thought of when his college sweetheart, Eva Hearkley, had dumped him on Christmas eve of all days…

And while that secret shame might not have stopped Richie from getting lucky with the ladies, his furious jealousy had him driving away any girl that had the strength of will to even try to put up with him, without fail, the feminine-faced lady-killer had almost always broken things off with his newest lover by Christmas eve at least, his constant accusations of unfaithful intentions simply too much to bear and leaving every woman who dared to date him to scurry off and hop onto a new, bigger, better, studlier man that they oh so desperately needed.

This Christmas eve was no different of course, with one more heated argument with his newest flame, Gina, a redheaded gymnast with a body tight and cinched in all the right places and overflowing with curvy feminine flesh in all the best ones, namely, the enormously firm yet jiggly, jello-y, heaving shelf of spankable assfat just begging to be palmed and mauled by a massive pair of bearish palms. He’d dated athletes before, but none of them were quite like Gina…for a while, he almost thought she might prove herself the exception, with her beautiful, buxom body and heartbreakingly cute cherub face coming packed with a sense of warmth and understanding that, for a time, even quelled his insecurities. She’d never once blamed him for his…performance issues…taking every attempt on the chin and graciously giving her lover a sweet peck on the cheek and promising that next time would be different. She just seemed so perfect…but the dispute he was having right now over her wanting to "see her family for the holidays" (yeah, right, with that chiseled hunk of a stepdad she has that used to be an NFL Quarterback? No way would she be leaving halfway across the country with a guy like that and NOT end up using that as an excuse to cheat on him) was certainly calling his opinion of her into question.

“Look, Gina. I’m not saying I want you to never see your family again, but you know I wanted us to go to Jerry’s party this Christmas, all my friends are gonna be there and they’ll be super disappointed if I just bail on them.” He tried to explain over the phone, wincing and pinching the bridge of his nose, his mind already filled with paranoid visions of what would happen if she was there…alone…with HIM. The solid wall of thick, veiny, testosterone-fuelled, obsidian stud muscle that was Kareem Macintyre. He’d only encountered him once when Gina had dragged him to her mom’s wedding, talking in that lightning fast tone of hers that she always had when she was excited about how much he had to meet her family and how great it would be to support her during her marriage, and while he’d only gone at first to placate her constant pleading for him to accompany her, he couldn’t have been more thankful that he was able to get a view of what a threat the groom-to-be was before he might have pulled something at the wedding…

Kareem was the epitome of everything Richard had learned to fear spelling the death knells of a new relationship. His woman becoming acquainted with some charming, square-jawed, towering mass of outrageously beefy man-meat? The very same one that would try to make nice with him by shaking his hand in that cripplingly strong grip that threatened to smash his bones into dust and acting oh-so-perfect and delightful the entire time? Everyone seemed to be utterly enamored with Kareem, and for good reason too, a former star quarterback with a gorgeously handsome, manly face to put most models to shame and heaps of money too big to burn through in three lifetimes, and more than that, the one winning feature of his that no one seemed to point out, but which Richard knew for sure had the eyes of every last fat-breasted bridesmaid around lingering on before they could bear to look at his face…

THE FAT, VEINY, TROUSER-TEARING TRUNK OF HULKING BLACK COCK-BEEF BENEATH HIS WEDDING TROUSERS THAT NEVER SEEMED TO CEASE TENSING AND PULSING AND AUDIBLY GURGLING WITH WHAT COULD ONLY BE A TRULY MONSTROUS WAD OF PUSSY-PUMPING STUD-NUT BREWING WITHIN THE EQUALLY VISIBLE OUTLINE OF HIS HEAVY STALLION-SACK!

Dangerous…DANGEROUS! Those were his first thoughts just looking at him and he was all too sure that he was right to think that way…he could see the way his piercing brown eyes looked at Gina, how he took hold of her delicate hand and let his lips grace the back of her palm with such a strong, sensual kiss, how he clearly watched his girlfriend’s quaking hills of silk-clad, perfectly plump, jiggly booty-mounds rippling softly with every step Gina took whenever she was in sight!

Everything about that day at the wedding was a near traumatizing memory to Richard, and as though Kareem’s presence wasn’t terrifying enough,

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I can’t visit at least. We can do our thing and spend Christmas together next year. Darlin…I don’t mean to be rude, but is this about Kareem again?” Gina spoke back, voice filled with hurt and her tone tinted with that sweet southern drawl of hers that she tried so hard to hide.

“...I don’t like the thought of you being around him without me there is all I mean.”

“Oh God, you can’t be serious with this again! He’s married to my mother! And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s a damn good marriage too! He’s not gonna try and make a move on me on CHRISTMAS! Hell, maybe you could learn a thing or two from him, sometimes I wonder if we’re even dating, and if I ever mention marriage you clam up like I told you I committed murder!”

There it was. That dreadful little word again…marriage. The accursed bond that he’d sworn to never subject himself to…not since Bailey, at least.

Richard took in her words with a sour look on his face, clearly doubtful and unsure. Perhaps Kareem truly was in love with Chrissy…he certainly had to be in lust at least. The newlyweds practically couldn’t get their hands off of each other the moment they were in one another’s line of sight, and he had no doubt that those genes Chrissy had so graciously passed down to her daughter were being thoroughly enjoyed by her new husband, given how he absolutely devoured the sight of her with his obscene eyes whenever she was in sight. A classically feminine face torn straight out of a dainty, bubbly blonde fantasy of a 50’s housewife that she came off as with her rosy cheeks, classic bob hairstyle and an eternally bright, vibrant smile punctuating her glossy lips. Though her beautiful face was far from the only part of her that Kareem made sure to showcase his affection for, as the deadly weapons that were his big black hands seemed practically magnetically attached to the doughy set of soft, wobbly, cornbread-fed southern assmeat only barely matched by Chrissy’s equally pliable orbs of titanic titty-mounds, making up for what her daughter had in her svelte, toned figure with the sheer abundance of gropable feminine fuck-flesh that had no end in sight on her body! And yet even with a woman like her, he KNEW that Kareem wouldn’t be satisfied, he couldn’t, men like him…they always wanted more, and if Richard wasn’t on top of things, he’d take Gina from him just like every other girl he’d been with…and he actually liked Gina.

“Look, Gina, you know how things have been for me…”

“Richie, look, I get that you have trust issues, but I don’t see why I gotta be punished for something I haven’t even done…which I won’t. Kareem is…well…impressive, sure, but you’re my boyfriend. Besides, I’ve already booked a flight, would be a waste of money not to go…”

“You…wait, you already booked one? Without telling me?”

“God, Richie, I already know what you’re gonna say, my mom booked it okay, she was excited for us to spend our first Christmas with Kareem! Would be flat out rude to say no…”

“That’s not what you said earlier Gina…ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ˡⁱᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳⁱᵈᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗᵒ ᴷᵃʳᵉᵉᵐ'ˢ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ…” He murmured under his breath, forgetting how keen Gina’s hearing was as she snorted angrily into the phone.

“You know what, Richie, this is fucking stupid. You always do this. Every time one of my friends gets a new boyfriend or one of my neighbors turns out to be a guy or even if some dude just goes to my gym that you don’t know one time! I love you darlin…but I’m sick and tired of you ALWAYS ACCUSING ME OF SOMETHING! I-if you’re not willing to let this go for me on such an important day…maybe we should just…take a break…”

And there it was, the death knell to what might have been the best relationship he had ever had. And on the night before Christmas no less. Richie, in his bleak, sorrowful state had no power to hang up or even speak back as Gina rattled off apology after apology and pleading, teary-eyed attempt at reconciliation only for her words to fall on deaf ears.

His phone was forgotten on the table as he stomped through his apartment and collapsed into his bed…the same one on which he’d tried and failed to consummate his relationship with so many women before, where time and time again he had his manhood put to the test and failed so epically, so disastrously that his former lovers could barely even stand to look at him without cringing in disgust thinking that they had ever contemplated going to bed with him.

And now, like on every Christmas eve, here he was, alone and disheartened, wasting away in his bedroom with not a single person in sight. This awful holiday once again rearing its ugly head and spitting into his face as it always did around this time.

With the sound of festivities ringing outside and worsening the deep grimace rising on his face, a tiny whisper of bitterness breathed out from his lips, mouthing out the phrase…

“Bah…Humbug.”

A tiny tear trickled down his face as his heart battered against his ribs, its beating slowing to a meager crawl as in the other room, Gina’s voice finally died and she hung up, and Richie let his eyelids fall, his breath grow steady, and his mind slip into a deep slumber to be awoken for what was bound to be another miserable, loveless Christmas…

—

“Oi…Oi? Are you still asleep? God, wake the hell up you little dingbat!” A soft, squeaking, high-pitched voice that sounded like a talking cartoon mouse brought to life raged, a swift impact to his side that had him rolling out of his bedsheets, wincing in pain and holding the tender spot on his torso while he jerked and spasmed.

“Who the fuck—oh God. It’s you.” He started, his anger drifting into shock and bleak, miserable disgust as he was met with the visage of his highschool “sweetheart”, Eva Hearkley, but that couldn’t be Eva, she lived hundreds of miles away by now…a fact he took no pride in knowing he was aware of from years spent scrolling through her online presence after that fateful day that seemed so long ago.

But whoever the ghastly image before him was, it was the spitting image of her, and not the present Eva, no, whichever machinations of what he could only assume to be his dreaming mind were at work, they had chosen to bring to life the horrifying sight of her exactly as she looked then. Short hair held in a soft, silky bob cut that let her bangs hang over one of her eyes and gave a look of mystery and danger to her smoky eyelashes and fair, lightly blushed cheeks making her pristine pale flesh all the more striking against the midnight shade, further enhanced by the raging snowstorm carrying on outside and beating into his apartment window.

“Uh yeah, of course it is, you dolt. Why so surprised? Isn’t there supposed to be, like, another ghost that came here and warned you about all this?” She squeaked out, flossing a finger through her hair as she somehow managed to shock Richie even more with her next action, her feet sliding off the bed and legs crossing as she always used to sit, exposing the meaty expanse of her enormously thick, creamy thighs…and she floated. Literally hovering on the air and materializing a nail file with which to scrape at her long, glittery, manicured nails until she was satisfied with their shape as she always had a habit of doing.

“T-this isn’t happening, it has to be a dream, y-you’re not real, you can’t be.” He said, quickly writing his senses off as an imagined fantasy spurned by his pained soul, though the feelings that the sight of her brought within him were all too real.

While he would have liked to say she disgusted him, that the sight of his college sweetheart made him balk and gag and quiver with discomfort through every nerve of his slender body…but that would have been so ridiculously far from the truth that even he lacked the pettiness in his soul to try it.

Eva had always been one of the most stunning beauties in the long line of dalliances he’d had, always wearing a simple plaid skirt and dark checkered t-shirts that clung tightly to the bountiful hills of youthful, heaving breastflesh that had always been one of her most remarkable features, moreso given just how small a woman she was. Five foot nothing and towered over by practically all of her peers, and yet the horizontal height afforded to her by the ridiculously huge, jutting assets of the hulking set of basketball sized asscheeks held up by her wonderfully soft, squishy thighs nearly as impressive as her tits! Many used to joke about how, for what a dainty little Christmas elf she seemed, nearly half of her 135 pound weight had to be solely localized in her outstanding H-cup breasts and bouncy pale spheres of smackable bubble ass that made it all too easy to get a look at the dark stockings clinging to the pillowy valley of thighmeat on her legs and the barest hint of those deep purple panties he remembered rolling down her body time and time again each time they tried another unsuccessful romp…back when she still held out hope that his issue was merely “performance anxiety”.

“Yeah…you clearly didn’t get the memo. Some poor Ghost out there must have just flat out given up, how unsurprising that you were the one unpleasant enough for some poor sap to want to eternally wander the afterlife instead of helping you out. But let me give you the cliffnotes, you shall be visited by three spirits this Christmas eve blah blah blah, I am the Spirit of cucking’s past, here to show you the prior errors of your ways so you might change them now or remain forever a lost soul, there.” Eva grumbled, clearly, this dream had gotten her personality down to a T, she was never a fan of wasting time or of tired story tropes like what she was so clearly describing as a shitty, unoriginal ripoff of A Christmas Carol.

“...Okay, so now my dream is copying off a children’s book from fucking ages ago…phew, I almost thought you might have actually been here, damn near could have fooled me. I would have thought my brain would be a bit more imaginative.” Richard sighed, relegating himself to his ironclad belief that this couldn’t be real, brushing off the contemptuous gaze shining through Eva’s mascara-painted eyelids while she hovered higher off the ground.

“Hey, I was trying to ease you into things, but since you wanna be such a regular scrooge, I guess I’ll just have to do it the quick way…don’t blame me for not lubing you up, hon.” She sighed, her unwieldy fingernails clicking together as she poised her fingers in one hand and snapped them together, the blizzard outside raging even harder than before the moment she did such until the window creaked and smashed open, icy cold snowflakes storming through the room and blinding Richard’s vision until nothing remained but total whiteout and then, it suddenly faded, leaving a new setting entirely…one that he was all too familiar with, and not happy in the slightest to return to, and a scene from his past reminiscent of his present in all the worst ways possible.

He was pacing across his room again and ranting into his phone just as he was earlier…only he saw himself from afar, like an out of body experience…except the body he was seeing was that of a much younger version of himself, ten years younger to be exact, his fresh, 19 year old face only recently blooming into the good looks he coasted off today after an adolescence of pimply-faced awkwardness. His heart panged at being faced with this scene again, knowing the woman who was on the other side…the very same one who was somehow hovering beside him and smirking to herself at this scene.

“No…this is over, I wanna wake up. I don’t care what this dream is trying to tell me, I’m leaving.” Richard told her, pinching his own arm and wincing with a hot flash of pain that had him yelping slightly to himself…only to remain in this horrifying scene, watching himself from afar, his own body shimmering transparently as…he walked through his body, voice tinted with a sensitive pain in every word he spoke as he went on.

“But Eva…we were planning to go to the formal together, weren’t we? Can’t you ask professor Ryan to…I don’t know, postpone your makeup test? I put a lot of work into the script for the play, it’s my first major production…can’t you at least dip out for the end?” He pleaded to his girlfriend, his blood boiling with rage as he thought back to this day, the shame that would tint the memory for endless years to come after what he would discover later.

“Is this what we’re here for? For you to take me on a trip down memory lane to show me what a horrible girlfriend you were, Eva? Why don’t you get out of my head already and start bouncing on some other dude’s dick like you did after you broke up with me.” He spat out at her, fed up and storming out with steam practically spilling from his nostrils, not caring about his seeming invisibility to his younger dream self and rushing to push through the door to his apartment, gasping as his hand phased through the wood and he tumbled abruptly into an entirely different scene altogether.

“How funny…that’s exactly what I was going to show you next. But errr…be warned, your ex may have been a little bit…not so truthful about why you two broke up, but honestly, after how much of a little shit you’ve been, I don’t particularly care too much if it hurts you to show you this~” Eva, or, the spirit of cucking’s past as she so insisted on calling herself tittered out, watching Richie’s panicked state as the thought occurred to him that what was happening was all too real finally struck his mind.

His suspicions were quickly confirmed when he blinked his eyes open and caught sight of Eva, the real Eva mere steps in front of him, only she was barely visible as she was completely and totally trapped beneath the HULKING, HAIRY MUSCLEBOUND BULK OF A GRUNTING ANIMAL OF A MAN, HANDS JITTERING ON HER PHONE AND LETTING OUT STRANGLED WHIMPERS BARELY PASSING OFF AS WORDS IN THE MIDST OF THE HEATED LUST THAT CONSUMED HER EVERY BEING!

In hindsight…it shouldn’t have been too surprising that Eva was already cheating on him before their relationship imploded, but some teeny part of Richard’s ego held onto the possibility that he was enough of a catch for her to put up with the entire time, only barely leaving him because of her whorish desires…but oddly enough, whatever pain he felt seemed to be eclipsed by a sense of fascination. Eva had never looked like that when they had kissed, the awkward, bumbling, overly sensitive attempts at making out from an inexperienced young man leaving her with a smile and a laugh that seemed more like she was…entertaining him, the warm pats of her hand across his head like that of a dog owner cheering on its pet after cutely failing to imitate its human master.

But the man she was with now? He was in control, his thick, burly arms manhandling her, shirtless, sweaty physique pushing her down onto one of the desktops of the lecture room they were locked inside, his muggy scent so overpowering, so strong that it seemed to stain even the pores of Richard’s intangible nostrils, huffing in a musk of pheromone-tinted fuck-filth that he could never even dream of imitating…

“Mmmm…smell that, Richie? That’s the smell of a real fucking man. The kind that deserves to grope a fair of fat, fuckable, barely-legal bitch-tits like your dear Eva’s~ I mean, come on…don’t tell me you didn’t at least suspect it, did you? Would have thought you’d catch how many times she was shooting ‘fuck me eyes’ at dear old professor Ryan~” The spirit laughed down at him, Richard’s eyes widening as he realized why the man before him seemed so familiar.

Most college professors weren’t really the type to catch many eyes, and for the most part, Richard had found that trend to hold rather true in his experience, but Ryan Gray? That man was an exception among exceptions, the kind that gave him flashbacks to the very same deep-voiced, sweaty, beefy teen bullies that would stuff his face in their rancid jock-straps and treat him like their pack mule by sheer force of intimidation, knowing how overwhelmingly outclassed poor, stick-thin Richard was compared to the power of their frightful mass and power.

He’d heard rumors, of course, of all the lovestruck, luscious sorority sluts, airheaded bimbo broads and nerdy stunners that had all signed up for the physics course with their main priority to win the affections of Ryan’s heart…or at the very least, his fat, juicy, cum-spouting fuckpole of a cock~♥️

A challenge which only seemed to become more enticing the more he made it clear with every flash of his ring finger that he was clearly spoken for…though, if any of the other rumors were to be believed, that certainly wasn’t stopping him in the slightest. It seemed like during his tenure as an alumni, every three months there was a new sought after woman on campus walking around with a gravid baby bump, knobby knees and an unfathomably wide smile on her face, all of which had some new scandalous story spread about how they’d been completely and utterly knocked up by the violently spurting, belly bloating wads of chunky ball-muck from the female alumni’s favorite professor.

He never had a reason to make it his business, but now, remembering how Eva had dropped out only a few months after that Christmas, and Ryan was so quick to follow…God, how had he not seen it before?

“Richie…just…don’t be such a–mnf, SLLLLLRP~ b-baby about it. I’m sure your little play is gonna do so well and we’re gonna have a great time celebrating it on Chris-SHHLRRRRRRRP…C-Christmas tomorrow. W-what? The line must be breaking up, I really need to finish this test sticky buns, see you later!” She abruptly hung up, slamming her hand into the desk and looking back at the scruffy bearded, blonde-haired, widely-grinning man behind her, trying to muster up a defiant frown that only succeeded in looking like the pleading, kittenish expression of utter cocklust it was, his fat, greedy fingers pumping into her pussy as he swapped spit with her lewdly, his three digits alone looking thicker and lengthier than anything Richie’s cock had sported when he was on the verge of doing away with his virginity.

“G-God…that could have been bad, you know? That was my boyfriend on the line…you probably don’t even care about that, do you? He doesn’t cheat on me…with a bunch of fucking stupid blonde bitches who couldn’t even do basic algebra, you know. I should be there, with him, today’s important for–”

She couldn’t even finish the words before a hot, heavy KRAK! Boomed out like a shotgun shell being fired into the air, the impact so quick that even Richard wasn’t quite sure what had happened, until the high-pitched cry from Eva and the stark, hot red imprint on one of her creamy pale fuckpillow asscheeks, sizzling hot and searing into her flesh like an iron branding to the doughy mounds of fuckable feminine poundflesh.

“Marking them…his and his alone. Just like all his other bitches.” A stray thought ran through Richie’s mind, finding himself transfixed by the scene going on before him, watching with more focus and sheer awe than he ever had any of his own film premiers…and for someone with an ego as bloated as his, that said a lot.

“Yeah, and? If your lil bitch boyfriend is so great, why are you here, huh? Don’t even try giving me that shit about your grade, I ain’t a dumbass like the limpdick you got eating out my sloppy seconds from your cunt. You really wanted to get graded fairly, you’d report me, get me fired, out of your life for good…but that isn’t what you want, is it?” He barked into her ear, the scruff of his beard scratching against her soft, pale skin…their bodies couldn’t have been more different, his hulking form absolutely burying her beneath him, consuming her entire body beneath the towering hunk of solid bull beef which only further accentuated their size difference and made the very thought of looking away seem such a distant possibility that it never came to mind until that damned spirit’s mocking voice rung out in his ear again.

“What’s up, Richie boy? See something you like? I mean…not like I blame you, do you see that hunk? I’m just a lowly little spirit slut…but goddamn, I see why Eva just had to hop on that stud’s dick from day one. Super bad move trying to break up with him, and all because he was gonna fuck a few other sluts? Good thing he taught that little goth whore girlfriend of yours that big, manly fuck-brutes like him get to seed and breed whoever the fuck they want~ Just keep watching and you’ll see~” The spirit groaned sensuously into his ear, wet, slithering tongue lapping at his ear and sending a shiver leaping through his spine as his attention was drawn towards her for a moment. Thinking about the mechanics of ghostly holiday spirits experiencing arousal made Richard’s head hurt, but it was undeniable from how her tooth stabbed into the plush, pillowy softness of her cushiony bottom lip, her enormously thick thighs sliding against one another as a fragrant trickle of sloppy pussy-juice spilling down her skirt could clearly be seen growing with her hand rubbing against the cleft of her juicy cuntfolds that the spirit was definitely enjoying this in her own right.

His eyes were diverted back to the scene of Ryan teasing his girlfriend into a drooling, spasming BRAIN-BROKEN COCKSLUT WHOSE FAT FUCKPILLOW LIPS AND JUICY SLUT-CURVES WERE ONLY GOOD FOR BEING DRILLED AND PUMPED AND FLOODED WITH ENORMOUS ALPHA-DICK AND DENSE, GREASY JIZZ-BLURTS OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN! Another heavy THUD of skin smacking skin hitting his ears, only this time, the blunt force carried a far greater weight to it, a presence that made Eva hiss and whine, rolling her hips unconsciously and licking her lips like the cock-starved bitch she was as Richie, incapable of ignoring his curiosity, walked around the two and slowly revealed to himself the image of a MASSIVELY FAT, VEIN-RIDDLED, ENDLESSLY PULSING PUSSY-SCRAPING POWER-TOOL OF A COCK! THICK AND FLARED WITH A BLOOD RED HEAD THAT LOOKED PRIME TO GO OFF LIKE A BOMB INSIDE OF WHATEVER SOFT, SLURPING SLUT-HOLES IT COULD LODGE INSIDE OF TO CLAIM AND CONQUER AND DEFILE, ACCOMPANIED BY AN EQUALLY HUGE, HAIRY BALLBAG STUFFED WITH GIANT, SPERM-BREWING JIZZ-PODS SWINGING JUST BENEATH THAT RAGINGLY RIGID FUCKSPIRE!

Richard, despite how his high school bullies would so often tease him, had never had so much as a homosexual thought in his life…but for whatever reason, Ryan’s bare cock just seemed so…enchanting. He seemed just as hypnotized by it as Eva with every second that thick, lava-hot cockslab SLAMMED down on the hefty hills of his ex’s doughy pale poundcakes, his piss-slit distended and looking nearly the size of a human eye as it trickled out with juicy trails of hot pre-gunk alone that made even the most impressive amounts of watery jizz Richard spewed out each time he pre-ejaculated onto his girlfriends’ bellies look like a mere puddle compared to a vast ocean’s worth of virile seed.

“God, that thing is just fucking perfect, isn’t it? Poor Eva, she really did try to stay loyal to you…not that I can understand why she would with that teeny little weenie of yours. That skinny little twig dick you’ve got in those pants is a bad joke, really. Him though? That cock of his? Those thick, nasty, bloated veins pumping all over that ivory shaft~ the fat, PULSING, JIZZ-SPEWING CUM-PIPE ON THE UNDERSIDE OF THAT JUICY DICK? And that curve…oh GOD that curve, I know you’ve seen it with how much you’re staring at that massive pussy-pump. That place just a few inches below the tip that’s soooooo fat and nasty and blown up like a massive fucking balloon? I haven’t even felt it, but I can tell from looking in her past, that’s her favorite part of it…how it SCRAPES AND HOOKS INTO EVERY LAST INCH OF SLOBBERING PUSSYMEAT INSIDE HER JUICY BITCH-HOLE AND GAPES HER TEENY LITTLE CERVIX WITH ALL THAT HOLE-CLAIMING COCKBEEF! And God…how it looks when he cums? Well, you just watch.”

And watch Richard did, trembling like a leaf and feeling himself shiver at the mere rumbling bass of Ryan’s tremendously deep voice.

“So, I’m gonna give you a little choice here doll. If you really love old Rory or Raymond or whatever the hell his name is, you just gotta pull those panties up, walk out that door and you never have to see me again, hell, I’ll even give you an easy A before signing my goddamn resignation letter. Not only am I gonna leave you alone, but I’ll give up all the easy access barely legal bitches I get out of this place. But. If you wanna stay, and have me fuck that fertile little pussy of yours deep and raw till you’re walking back to your boyfriend with a limp and all my nut leaking down those juicy thighs of yours. So what the fuck is it gonna be, then?” He imposed, tangling his fingers into her hair and yanking them up like reigns, that one simple movement making her fat, pale goth tits swing out from the tattered remnants of her top, instantly squeezed by the tremendous tightness of his tough, calloused palms that even with their size failed to fully contain even a meager fraction of all that titanic teenage titflesh.

The silence left in the wake of his words hung in the air for a while, a tiny sliver of hope persisting that somehow, even as Eva hissed out every breath of hers and stared between that burly behemoth of a cock and the handsome, manly face looking down upon her, that somehow his fate could change…that she would turn him down…that all could be well and good with him knowing that at least one of the women he was with truly loved him more than they loved gorgeously fat, pussy-splitting stud-shafts like the one sliding between her thighs and looming so dangerously close to her achingly empty pussy.

That hope, of course, turned out to be little more than an illusion as the vacant look on Eva’s face contorted into a wide, sinful smirk that almost perfectly mirrored that of her spirit counterpart, her body squirming on the desk to lie down on her back, legs kicked up on either side of her head and parted in a delicate, beautiful “V” that exposed the cleft of her utterly soaked quim the moment she tore through her skirt with the lethal weapons that were her nails, spreading the delicate lips far and wide, glossy eyes showing not the slightest thought for poor Richie as Ryan poised his mega-thick cock-tip against her outer folds like a battering ram ready to slam into an unprotected set of castle walls and let loose the ravaging invaders that were his fertilizing stud-swimmers.

“Y-you’re really gonna make a girl say it, huh~? Well, fine then…p-please Ryan, please TEACH THIS DISRESPECTFUL LIL COW-TITTED BITCH WHOSE BOSS AND MAKE ME REGRET EVER RUNNING AROUND WITH THAT LIMPDICK INSTEAD OF BEING ONE OF YOUR ON-CALL JIZZ-DUMPS! BE A GOOD TEACHER AND PUT THIS NASTY LITTLE GIRL IN LINE! MAKE ME A GOOD GIRL WITH YOUR BIG. FAT. JUICY CAWK~💞💖💖”

No words needed to be shared to announce his assent, only a cocky smirk that seemed to only make Eva swoon harder, and soon the firm, unrelenting push of his solid hips swinging forth into a triumphant, resounding KLAP! That spelled AT LEAST 16 INCHES OF BURLY, VEIN-RIDDLED GIGA-DICK MASHING INTO HER WET, SLOBBERING COCK-SLOT OF A PUSSY! She barely even had the time to start squealing as Ryan relentlessly began HAMMERING into her at an undeniably brutal pace, every last collision of his iron hard muscles into her soft, feminine frame yielding endless jiggling waves of ultra-soft fuckpadding rippling upon each ass-plapping SLAM he gave.

Eva looked like she was trying to keep her entire being from splitting apart in sheer euphoric release, claw like nails digging deep into the sturdy wooden face of the table, eyes spinning around in her head and tongue flapping in the air, spasming and jerking each time their hips met. The noisy THWACKS of huge, hot, gurgling jizz kegs bouncing off her upturned ass, a gasping whine spilling out of her mouth as he hooked her legs on his beefy arms and dragged her lower half off from the end of the desk, jiggling ass globes bouncing heftily and clapping with hot, wet, fleshy PLAPPING noises so loud it was hard to even hear one’s thoughts over it.

Which only made it that much more alarming when the spirit’s lips hovered just beside his ear to whisper teasingly to him, her long fingers dragging across the zipper of his trousers and finding a surprisingly stiff, yet still pathetically small, quivering bulge rising just beneath it.

“Oh my my my…what’s this!? Oh Richie, I think you might just be cured! If only dear Eva knew to make you watch a REAL MAN BREAKING IN HER SLOPPY FUCKHOLE, HM~? I mean…you’d have to settle for being a teeny-dicked cucky boy watching from the sidelines and waiting to get a crack at her once Ryan’s done BEATING THAT JUICY PUSSY SOOOOO GOOOODDDD~ Hehehe, from the look of how much you’ve been twitching, you might just spurt that wimpy lil load of yours already! Too bad…I control things here, and I say you don’t get that privilege, consider it a punishment for being so damn rude earlier. Look on the bright side, now you can’t distract yourself from watching that perfect stud SLAMFUCK DEAR OLD EVA JUST LIKE SHE DESERVES! Ufufufufu~❤️❤️” She mocked him, her words so deafeningly humiliating that he couldn’t even muster the will to try and strike at her to shut her up, though had he tried, he would only be met with her shimmering body dissipating around his hand and her jeering laughs echoing even further.

But as much as he couldn’t…no, wouldn’t accept her words, a tiny, baser part of himself found an odd truth to be buried deep within what she said, the very thought making his quivering, thimble-sized pecker rage impotently within his pants, desperately seeking release and yet bound by the spirit’s supernatural will to remain unsatisfied. There was something about the scene unfolding before him…the blissful, primal bashing of two bodies at the absolute pinnacle of sexual performance, Eva’s young, fertile, absurdly meaty monster-curves fitting against Ryan’s ultra-masculine, insanely muscular physique like two matching puzzle pieces. He knew instinctively, that no matter how hard he tried…even if he could get hard again after this, he would never truly be able to match up to this, the cervix-pumping thrusts and slams that grunting bull of a man let out each time he buried himself to the hilt inside of those hot, squelching slut-folds, he could never bring out those same howls of agonized bliss, that same look of brain-broken pleasure, the all-consuming satisfaction that made Eva’s lovely face look positively stunning as her lover rutted into her like a wild beast. With that in mind, it almost seemed like…a waste, to have women spend their precious years of the prime of their lives, when steel-hard, vein-riddled, musky alpha-cocks like that were practically primed to go rock-solid at their merest presence, to deprive a woman of such bliss, to prevent the beautiful scene he was seeing unfolding before him…all just because he wanted them to satisfy his pitiable ego and sense of masculinity?

But…no, he couldn’t think like that, he wouldn’t! He couldn’t possibly be a cuck, that went against everything he knew, everything he had put in place for himself, the life of a travelling casanova and the image of supreme confidence and charm that he held up so high to present himself with. There was simply no way–

“Heh, for a girl who loves her boyfriend so much, you sure as hell don’t seem to mind getting railed behind his back, don’t you? What’s that all about? And be honest, otherwise I’ll pull out right now and make you watch me drain my nuts in some other whore instead.” Ryan grunted with a wide, cheeky grin, his massive arms holding Eva up by her thighs now, suspending her in the air, her 135 pound body practically weightless by the enormous muscle-hunk, a wet SQLRCCHHHHHHHHH~ of her puffy pussy being carved out and scraped by that thick, bloated curve that she was oh so enamored with.

“Oh fuck…ohfuckohfuckohfuckdaddy. Mmmnnn…’s not fair, I do love him, Richie is s…such a good boyfriend. Y-you have no idea…how much I tried…to stop frigging my stupid little cunt every night thinking of this giant bitchbreaker slamming my holes soooo much better than his tiny lil babydick. I tried…I didddddd. I really love him, s-so much…but…I-I LOVE THIS HUGE FUCKING HORSEDICK BETTERRRRRR! I WAS SO STUPID! I CAN’T FIGHT THIS BIG HEAVY COCK AND YOUR FAT💜NASTY💕SWEATY FUCKING BULL NUTS BABYYYYY💞 TAKE ME FROM HIM, TAKE EVERYTHINGGGG~ OH GOD, I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM ON THAT COCK AGAIN DADDY!!!💖💖💖💖” Eva howled out like a banshee thrashing in its death throes, only whatever death she was experiencing was naught but the blissful destruction of the former kind, caring girlfriend Richard so loved, replaced with an unrepentant slut who lived only to be used and discarded like a pliable cumsock for the burly brute barreling his body into her.

Her tight, slick quim trembled and clenched and tightened against every inch of veiny cock bashing into her cervix as she reached her peak, cumming uncontrollably and dousing his chiseled groin in her sweet-smelling splatters of fragrant fuck-juice and making Ryan grunt and hiss like an angry beast, nutsack twitching and gurgling powerfully as he just barely avoided letting loose the massive wave of thick, pasty nutsludge within his balls.

As the rutting pair shivered against one another and panted like the lust-drunk animals they were, a sudden noise rung out that called memories that Richard never wanted to look back on to the forefront of his mind.

It was that phone call, that stupid call he’d made before the play trying, pleading to get her to come along for what was, to him, the most important day of his life…and which would soon become one of his worst.

Richard wanted to scream, to thrash, to break her phone, to do anything to spare himself what was to come. Even if Eva would still leave him, still spend her days nursing her bloated, pregnant belly and nursing more and more of Ryan’s superior spawn in her deepest parts for as long as her body would allow him to do so…maybe, just maybe if he could change the way it happened, the course of his future would change and he might break the curse that clung to him like an awful, miasmic scent.

“Pick it up, bitch. I want Richie boy to hearhow you sound when a real man’s fucking you…best try and not make it too obvious though, wouldn’t want the guy you love to break up with ya when he finds out you’ve been getting skewered on your teacher’s fat fuckin’ dick, would you?” Ryan ordered, his commands instantly jolting Eva into action as she swiped at her phone while the device chimed and vibrated along the table’s edge, barely escaping a fatal fall in her jittering hands as she giggled and groaned with pleasure each time Ryan slightly swivelled his hips and mashed his gigantically throbbing cockhead against the back of her womb.

“Mmm…you’re so badddd daddy. G-God, making me call my boyfriend while your juicy cock is splitting my fucking pussy aparttttt… hm? O-oh! Richie, hiiii! D-didn’t I tell you I was busy with professor Ryan’s coc–I mean, coursework? You’re really lucky I even…ohFUCK! E-even picked up the phone…” She tittered sweetly, barely even half present for the current conversation as her mind was barely even registering her “boyfriend” on the other end of the line.

Richard could feel it all rushing back to him, how pathetic he must have seemed, how he asked if Eva was sick and begged to be able to drop by and nurse her to health…to think that her out of breath tone and raspy voice were the product of hours upon hours of being BRUTALLY CUNTSLAMMED BY A RAGING HARD ALPHA-COCK BEYOND ANYTHING HE COULD EVER DREAM OF POSSESSING…It should have enraged him, driven him into a mad fury of outrage and vitriol which he would never truly forget…

And yet, the most present emotion he had was that of pure, burning arousal, his puny pecker flailing wildly in his shorts in desperate want of its release as he watched with nail-biting anticipation, every shudder and twitch in each swing of Ryan’s musclebound hips pump pump pumping away inside of Eva’s cunt, balls rumbling audibly and twitching against the cheeks of firm, pillowy assflesh jutting out from behind her. He was so close…close to pumping every last drop of hot, chunky, guaranteed to breed seed inside of Eva and stealing her from him forever, it was the ultimate insult to his manhood…the ultimate betrayal…

So why, every time she lied to him, every time a moan interspersed her poorly thought out excuses and her clear desire for Ryan to seed her wet, wanting cunt and leave her his baby-carrying whore for life…why did he just get harder and harder? Staring like a madman in desperate anticipation for what was to come?

“God, no! I don’t need you–fuckkkkkkyesdaddylikethat! A-accusing me of b-being shady just because you’re so goddamn insecure! Maybe if you could actually get that sad little worm-dick of yours hard enough to fuck me, I’d actually be at your shitty play instead of doing Ryan…s makeup test. But since we’re talking all about stuff that’s we’ve been wanting to get off our chest while…shittttt…pumpitpumpitpumpitpumpitttttt~ I’ve wanted to get this relationship over and done with for a while! I’m tired…so fucking tired of SUCKING UP TO A LITTLE WIMP LIKE YOU AND HIS BIG FAT EGO WHEN I COULD BE WITH A REAL MAN WITH A BIG FAT COCK INSTEADDDDD! GO ENJOY YOUR STUPID LITTLE PLAY ALL DAY…OUHHH FUCK DADDY CUM IN ME💞💗💖!” Eva ranted and raved into her phone, hand tightening as her finger accidentally hung up right at the apex of her reverie, the last words he heard from her that day cutting off right before it was undeniable that she was in the throes of mindbreaking rutting pleasure, her own howls just barely matched by the wall-shaking roars of desire as for the entire length of his obscenely long climax, Ryan’s mind went blank and his entire being seemed centered on nothing but pumping and slamming and fucking and breeding however he possibly could.

Richie could hear it from here, the wet, obscene SPLRRRRCHHHH of hot, slimy seed, stuffed to the brim with the man’s randy swimmers, undoubtedly already on a mission to slam into any unsuspecting egg cells that awaited beyond Eva’s cervix and conquer them for the birth of new life within his womb.

Affording him some meager release, the spirit smiled wickedly and clapped her hands together, a tiny tremor of what would have been the greatest orgasm of Richard’s entire life pumping through his every nerve in his body, almost forgetting to breathe as unbridled pleasure rocketed through the entirety of his very being from the epicenter of his cock. Yet, somehow, no seed flowed from his overworked cock, and his erection…well, the barely registerable imitation of an erection he sported, remained unflagging all the while.

“Ufufufu…bet you’re wondering how that happened, didn’t you? We’re usually not supposed to use our powers like that, but shit, that was just soooo fucking hot I couldn’t help myself~ I couldn’t really bring myself to leave you high and dry, but I’m also, like, kinda disgusted by the thought of a lil wimp like you spilling his nasty excuse for cum all over my domain. So, I just linked you up with Eva’s mind there and gave you a teeny taste of just how amazing it felt for her to cum all over that big juicy daddy-dick right as he pumped every last drop of his load inside of that sloppy lil cunny…ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵉˡˡ, ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵗᵉᵉⁿʸ ˡⁱˡ ᵇⁱᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ, ʰᵉʰᵉʰᵉ~”

That was what he felt? THAT was what was currently ravaging Eva’s mind and body as she barely had the sense to return the sloppy, spit-strewn kisses Ryan pushed into her hungry maw as he came and came again…no, it was only a FRACTION of that, and yet it bordered on a damn near religious experience for him. If…if that was what he was holding her back from all along, then…could she have been right to be angry with him?

“Hahahaha, you finally starting to get it now, cucky? Well, I wish ya did, but it never is that easy with you damned souls or whatever, is it? Don’t lie to me dearie, I can feel your consciousness trying to fight the truth, you can’t hide your feelings from a spirit after all! Lucky for you, I know just the place to go next to really batter it out of your head that you could ever compare to a man like THAT. Let’s start at the beginning, now shall we?” The spirit sang, a new, more festive attire manifesting around her that he could barely see, as with another snap of her fingers, the blizzard that brought him here returned, and covered his eyes in whiteout before disappearing just as fast as it came and taking with it the painful past he’d been forced to revisit.