Summer Voodoo

She was building up to a huge climax when they heard a knock at the door, then the door began to open; on their way in, John had unwittingly left it ajar.

"Hello?" came a male voice.

As John flopped down onto Summer, the voice repeated, "Hello? I have a bag of yours. A Christina Watkins had it delivered here. She said you gave her one of yours by mistake."

John was amazed that Summer never stopped bucking her hips, her eyes wild with desire. "Don't you dare stop! I was almost there..." she whispered.

Grinning, he gave her a single stroke. She moaned, then pushed back, again raising her hips high off the bed. Her eyes had closed, and she was biting her lip. While slowly fucking her, John called out to the man, "Okay, just bring it inside."

Figuring he should at least cover Summer in case the guy poked his head into the room, he leaned down over her again, only to have her push him right back up. "Keep going...the way you were doing it before..." she panted.

"Oh!" they heard.

John had assumed the man would simply set the bag inside the door and leave; instead, he'd walked right in. Theirs was only a small room, with just the one queen-sized bed, two nightstands, and a dresser, so as soon as he came in he was directly alongside them.

The man was shocked into slack-jawed silence. Having found the door open, he'd been uncertain as to what to do. The guest had told him to bring in the bag, so he did, never imagining the amazing scene he was about to walk in on: forming a sexy bridge with her body arched over the covers was a stunningly beautiful auburn-haired goddess whose tiny dress lay bunched around her waist. She was cupping her bare breasts, and the guy who'd instructed him to bring in the bag was standing at the foot of the bed between her spread legs, fucking her!

Summer opened her eyes; the man was obviously stunned, and John was blushing so furiously that she couldn't help but laugh.

John looked down and saw her laughing...at him!

"Oh, so you think this is funny, do you?" he asked, laughing too.

Summer laughed even harder.

"I'll show you funny!" he said, slamming into her. She squealed in delight, her hand reflexively squeezing her breast. He rocked her again and again, until finally she stopped laughing. "Not so funny now, is it?" he smirked, taunting her with each powerful piston-stroke deep into her body.

Flexing her thighs to keep her hips high off the bed, she brought both hands to her breasts while thrusting her pussy at him and moaning, "Yes! Fuck me hard!" When he responded by simply pounding away at her wet, grasping sex, her eyes rolled back even as her hips continued their lustful dance.

The man just stood there, too stunned to move. Twenty-five years old and very thin, his olive complexion complemented his long, dark hair. Blinking in astonishment, he finally managed to set their bag down.

In the meantime, Summer was beginning to tire from holding herself up off the bed. She kept sliding her hands beneath her hips, then they would fly right back to her breasts.

"It looks like she could use some help," John said with a determined grin, glancing sideways at the man while continuing to stroke into Summer.

"What...what do you want me to do?" he stammered, his hands frozen at his sides like a mannequin's.

"This..." said Summer, managing to gasp it out between moans. Taking his nearest hand, she brought it to her breast. "Touch me," she panted.

When John gave him a quick nod, he took a cautious step forward and tentatively placed both hands on the amazing beauty's bare, shuddering breasts.

Summer let out a low, sexy moan, then she slid her hands back beneath her hips. As the two men watched her lascivious display, she held herself up high in an effort to take every last inch of John's pounding cock.

Still wanting to tease her, John pulled all the way out. Her soft lips were splayed open, revealing her luscious cunt shining hot, wet, and pulsing pink. He placed the head of his cock within her beckoning prize, and with a sharp thrust stabbed back inside.

"Yes! Fuck me!" she shouted.

He withdrew and did it again, graphically presenting her pussy to the man; all the way out, then a full thrust, drilling her over and over, he was ravaging her pussy, and Summer kept moaning in ecstasy.

Unsure as to what to do, the man released her breasts, only to have Summer quickly pull his hands right back to them. When he began pinching and fondling her nipples a bit more aggressively, Summer smiled and closed her eyes, fully giving herself over to the warm embrace of pure pleasure.

Leaning toward her, the man brushed his hip against Summer's left hand, which she was using to hold her ass off the bed. When the side of her palm grazed his extremely hard cock, she rotated her wrist to cup it before firmly grasping it. Feeling its heat through his thin pants, she squeezed all along his steely length.

Noticing what Summer was doing, John started hammering into her with fast, violent thrusts, and with another sexy shriek she gripped the cock in her hand and began stroking it hard.

The man was mesmerized by her voice and the beauty of her face, especially her lush red lips and perfect white teeth. Keeping one hand on her breast to pull at her nipple, he reached for her mouth, lightly tracing his fingertip along her parted lips.

Feeling the new sensation, Summer instinctively opened her mouth to take the probing digit inside, and as John continued his frenzied assault on her pussy she sucked the finger and stroked the cock of the strange, nearly silent man who was fondling her breasts.

It only took a few heartbeats before she realized what she was holding and sucking, and her eyes snapped open. Reveling in the man's excited expression, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, slender erection. Lurching sideways across the bed, she angled her head over the edge while bringing his free hand back to her breast. Using both hands, she guided his fingertips all over her firm, supple mounds, showing him how to touch her. Once he was doing it the way she wanted, she slowly fed his hard shaft into her mouth, then, letting her hands go, she held herself up again by her hips and began hungrily sucking his dick.

John continued to pound into her, moaning, "Fuuuuuck, Summer...."

Moaning in response, she flooded his cock with a small orgasm while bobbing her head as best as she could on the man's considerable length, until she simply couldn't do it anymore. With his throbbing shaft still filling her mouth, she dropped her head to the bed.

Taking that as his cue, the man began to piston past her parted lips in a rapid thrusting motion. When he tried to put his hands behind her head, she quickly brought them back to her breasts. With Summer sucking furiously while moaning around his cock, he was only able to hold out for another thirty seconds.

John saw Summer's neck tensing, then her jaw and throat working; he knew she was swallowing the guy's cum.

"Argggghhh!" the man groaned, shooting and shooting, until Summer began to wonder whether he was ever going to stop. After he'd unloaded what felt to her like a gallon of cum down her throat, his massive orgasm finally began to taper off; she kept sucking, but he quickly pulled out, trailing a rope of thick, milky cum across her cheek and the corner of her mouth. Then, as if in a panic, he frantically stuffed his swaying erection back into his pants, exclaiming, "I gotta go!"

In a flash he dashed from the room, not even bothering to close the door on his way out.

John laughed, "Jesus, Summer, what did you do to that poor guy?"

With a serene smile she purred, "Weren't you watching, baby? Mmmmmm, I sucked his dick and drank his wonderful cum while you fucked the living daylights out of me."

Having collapsed after the man pulled his spurting erection from her mouth, she lay motionless atop the sheets, her head still turned to the side, her ass angled slightly askew off the end of the bed.

John marveled at the sight. Her hair was matted against her forehead, and her mouth was glistening. Matching her raw, swollen nipples, her breasts were red and blotchy where the man had handled them so roughly. Her legs were tossed open; amazingly, her pussy still looked neat and perfect. Summer's immaculate sex was never a butter knife-wound "inny." Her darker Bing cherry lips were always visibly protruding and slightly parted, with a blush of pink in the very center. Her vibrant, fully aroused clit sat up beneath its hooded shroud, deliciously conspicuous.

'Summer's beautiful pussy,' he thought, staring in reverence.

Noticing his pause, Summer lolled her head up to give him a happy smile. "Okay, now that was crazy. I have to say, I was definitely surprised when you invited him in. Baby, you didn't even close the door."

"I know, I know. That really was crazy. I wasn't planning on anything like that, I swear."

"Are you okay with it?" she asked.

"Me? What about you?"

Summer grinned. "No, baby, I'm not okay with it, because you didn't come. Before we do anything else, I need to fix that." Reaching up to take him in her arms, she positioned his hips between her spread legs. Flashing him a pointed leer, she hooked her thighs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his ass. Once she had him in place, she said, "New rule: Whether you're in my mouth, ass, or pussy, you can't pull out until you've filled me with cum. You can fuck me any time you want, and all I ask is that you always give me your cum. Now, take my pussy."

John glanced back over his shoulder, noticing as Summer did that their door was still wide open. He grinned, and she giggled, "Unless you want me to end up sucking every hard cock that happens by our room, I suggest you make this a quick one."

Staring into his eyes, she let out a low moan when he raised his hips and plunged inside her. While giving her another thorough pounding, he also made sure on each backstroke to drag the top of his shaft against her clit. He knew that was one of her favorite ways to be fucked because it always made her feel like sparks were shooting from her pussy, she'd said.

"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..." she panted, beginning an incessant chant.

Never taking his eyes off of her gorgeous face, John kept driving his shining shaft between her soft, blooming petals. As he continued to stare, she sexily moaned, "Mmmm, baby, your cock is so big inside me. God, you feel amazing in my pussy when you fuck me like this, but now I need you to come for me. I want it...ooooh, yes, I want your cum in my pussy. This is why you brought me to the French Quarter...mmmm, to fuck me...to fuck me every second we're here...to come and come and come in your wife's happy pussy...."

When she felt her womb being bathed in his cleansing warmth, Summer cried out with joy. It felt so wild to her, so perfectly primal, having not only her pussy but even her womb blessed by burst after burst of her beautiful lover's shooting cum.

She shivered and moaned, breathing into his ear, "God, I love when you come all the way inside me like that. Don't pull out. Stay inside me."

Accompanied by her squeal of delight, John slid his arms beneath Summer to lift her from the bed. They never uncoupled, and she hung on to him as he walked them to the door. Looking over her shoulder into the hallway, she purred, "Where are you taking me, baby?"

"I'm taking you out for beignets and Creole food, then we'll go for a leisurely stroll through a cool neighborhood and a pretty cathedral," he grinned.

"Like this?" she giggled, nipping at his neck.

"Alas, no," he said, kicking the door closed before turning to walk them into their small bathroom. With Summer hanging on while remaining impaled on his cock, he started the shower. She giggled again as he pulled the sliding door open and stepped over the rim of the tub, bringing her in with him. When he leaned down to take her breast into his mouth, her hands reached back to press against the shower wall, her giggles turning to hot moans. Biting her nipple, he thrust deep inside her, slamming into her cervix, and with a wild howl began pounding away, thoroughly savaging the beautiful young bride.

Crying out again in pure joy, Summer's sexy screams could be heard throughout their floor's silent corridor, and all the way down to the enclosed courtyard three stories below.

~ ~ ~

"Summer, after everything that just happened, and with as beautiful as you look right now, it would almost be a shame for you to change out of those clothes," John said.

"Baby, if you don't want me to put on something else, then I won't. I can wear this to go out dancing, too."

Summer had on a pair of faded Levi's, and a bright red tank top. The soft, well-worn jeans hugged her perfect ass and hips, allowing for a tantalizing few inches of bare tummy to show below her spaghetti-strapped tee. Both the jeans and top were skintight, making Summer's sexiness almost painful to behold; her every movement a symphony of flowing, sensual harmony, she was infinitely elegant despite her casual dress.

She simply couldn't help it.

They were back in their hotel room following a remarkable day out together exploring the streets and shops of the French Quarter. Their initial destination had been Café du Monde, for Summer's beignets, but they didn't quite make it all the way down to Decatur Street. Instead, they made their first stop at Jackson Square, and the St. Louis Cathedral.

As they took in the sights of the old church, Summer was thoroughly enthralled. With John hugging her from behind, she lovingly caressed the carved woods while gazing in wonder upon the ornate fixtures, her eyes shining brightly.

"We sure don't have a place like this back in L.A.," he whispered.

"No, we don't. This is truly beautiful, yet it's much more than that. Baby, can youfeel how special this place is...how sacred? There are spirits with long memories watching over us here. Their presence is so powerful, it's almost tangible."

Walking through the small park afterwards, they stopped to read the inscription beneath the statue of Andrew Jackson. As they stood gazing up at the noble general tipping his hat, an elderly gentleman approached them to ask Summer if she would pose for a picture. When she graciously accepted his invitation, he led her to one of Jackson Square's many wrought-iron benches, where he snapped off a dozen shots of her in a variety of poses. Once they were finished, the kindly old man and his white-haired wife clasped her hand and thanked her.

"You just made his day," the wife smiled to Summer. "He does this every time we come to the French Quarter. He always has to take a picture of St. Louis Cathedral, with the prettiest girl in New Orleans in the foreground."

"And you're the prettiest one ever," the husband added, giving Summer a conspiratorial whisper behind his cupped palm.

Summer really was the prettiest girl in New Orleans. She was absolutely radiant.

Later, at Café du Monde, Summer finally got to enjoy her beignets.

There, she also broke a young boy's heart.

John and Summer were sitting in the outside patio area adjacent to the bustling sidewalk. Next to them at another table was a family of four: a mom and dad in their late thirties, their twelve-year-old daughter, and a little boy.

Summer noticed the boy making faces at her while pointing and laughing. He was also pointing and laughing at his parents' faces. When Summer looked at John, she laughed too, finally understanding. Everyone had powdered sugar all over their mouths, and the little boy thought it hilarious. He kept pointing and making faces at her, so she started making funny faces right back.

Soon enough the mother also noticed what her son was doing; turning to see what was making him laugh and carry on so happily, she saw Summer leaning down to make silly faces for him, her face caked in powdered sugar.

With the little boy looking on in laughter, Summer was pretending to be unable to get a beignet in her mouth, not without making a complete mess of it all over her face.

The mother gave her a warm, grateful smile. "You know he's never going to leave you alone now."

"He's absolutely wonderful," Summer grinned, sitting back up. The daughter and the dad laughed too when they saw Summer's messy face.

"First time trying a beignet?" the dad teased, knowing she'd done it on purpose.

Summer smiled for him, then she beamed at the young boy. "Yep! Messy!"

"Haaahaaa! Messy!" laughed the excitable little boy.

The delighted mother handed Summer a napkin to wipe her face.

The little boy, though, he just kept laughing. He shoved another beignet in Summer's mouth, making a real mess of her, and she laughed and laughed while letting him thoroughly cover her face in powdered sugar.

"That's enough now, Stephen," the mother giggled, tugging on his hand. Turning to Summer, she grinned. "See? Once he decides he likes something, he gets a one-track mind."

Summer was smiling through her messy mask. "I don't mind at all. God, he is just the cutest little guy. How old is he?"

"The little twerp is six. You want him?" deadpanned the daughter.

Laughing as she cleaned her face, Summer leaned down to little Stephen and cooed, "You're definitely a doll, but I don't think your mommy and daddy are quite yet ready to give you up."

The mother invited Summer and John to join them at her family's table, where they shared small talk over coffee. A short while later the father mentioned that they had a show to catch at the Aquarium, and they needed to head out.

Reaching down to take Stephen's hand, Summer gently shook it. "It was nice to meet you, Stephen. You be good for Mommy and Daddy, okay?"

Stephen gushed, "You can come too! We're gonna see sharks!"

With a tender smile Summer said, "I'm sorry, Stephen, but I can't go with you today. Maybe next time, okay, sweetie?"

When the young boy's big blue eyes filled with tears, his sister came and took him by the hand. "Come on, Stephen," she said patiently, leading him out of the patio area.

As the family made their way to the sidewalk, Stephen kept looking back, sadly waving his little hand at Summer.

"Oh, my god," Summer whispered to John. She was waving at Stephen with one hand while holding the other over her mouth, her eyes also having filled with tears.

When John gave her a comforting hug, she broke down sobbing into his neck.

"You are an angel of light," said a voice in a rich Jamaican patois.

Summer and John turned and saw an elegantly dressed, middle-aged black woman smiling at them. She was off to the side of the patio, sitting by herself on a low wall.

"Come, pretty lady, sit with me," she said, patting the open space next to her.

Summer looked at John, who could only offer an uncertain shrug in response.

"It's okay, pretty lady, bring your gentleman friend too. Madame Charlotte won't bite. I just wanna talk for a spell."

Clasping hands with John, Summer led him over to the mysterious woman, and they sat beside her.

"Pretty lady, please, let me look now..." she said, gently taking Summer's hand and turning it so that the palm was facing up. With a wondrous expression of joyous discovery, she beamed at Summer. "Yes, Madame Charlotte could see it, you truly are an angel of light. Look...there it is...there's the sign..." she continued, tracing over a distinct path in Summer's palm.

"The little boy, he could see it, and those old folk in the park, they see it too. I felt you, pretty lady. I felt you comin', long before I ever saw you. I could feel you swellin' up inside me. By and by I saw you in the park, comin' out of the old church. I watched you, then I watched too when you filled that little boy's heart with golden dreams. Pretty lady, you are the one. Your hand tell the truth. You are the Shining One, finally come."