Summer Voodoo

Still firing away, simply flooding her pussy, John gently guided her down to his lap. Pressing herself against his chest, she brought his hands to her breasts; on trembling thighs she rode out her shattering climax. "Hold me..." she breathed, quickly unbuttoning her sundress. She slid his hands inside, making him cup her bare mounds, her rock-hard nipples stabbing his palms; as her orgasm finally waned, her hips and ass began a slow, sexy grind.

"Baby, the way you fuck me..." she moaned over her shoulder.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door directly opposite theirs.

"We better stop," he said.

"Mmmmmm, do we have to?" she pouted, smiling as she slid off his hard cock. Turning to face him, she lovingly drew his swaying erection across her face and breasts before sucking it into her mouth, doing her best to lick clean every inch. When she was satisfied that she had properly tended to his long shaft, she raised her head; grinning, she had a thick strand of cum stretching from his tip to her moist bottom lip. Reaching up to touch it, she gathered it in, until her tongue was pressing inside his piss slit.

With a moist 'pop,' she finally pulled away. "That's as clean as I'm going to get it for now. See you back at our seats!" she chirped. Playfully shimmying her hips, she made her sundress float down to cover her bare bottom; then, cracking the door open, she checked to make sure the coast was clear before slipping out of the tiny restroom.

When Summer returned to her seat, Christina took one look at her and laughed. "Umm, sweetie..." she grinned, motioning to Summer's chin by daintily touching her own.

Reaching up with her fingertips, Summer discovered the errant strands of cum. Giggling, she collected them and popped them into her mouth while gesturing for her panties, which Christina was still holding inside her coat.

Christina obediently pulled them out; instead of giving them back right away, however, she brought them to her face. "Mmmm, nice..." she said, inhaling the sexy scent. With a flirty smile she reluctantly handed them over to Summer.

When Summer gave her a "You naughty girl!" look of feigned shock, they both laughed. She raised her hips to slip her panties back on, but Christina stopped her. "Slow, this time," she grinned. "You're so beautiful, please, let me watch."

Beaming, Summer passed her tongue provocatively between her teeth. Never taking her eyes off the lovely brunette, she turned in her seat to face the sexy enchantress. As she slowly slid her panties over her feet and up her legs, Christina locked in on her thighs. When she spread her knees, Christina whispered, "Stop."

Summer had her panties at the tops of her thighs, her ass hovering well above the seat. Christina was openly staring at her just-fucked pussy. "May I?" she asked, inching her fingertips toward it.

Uncertain as to Christina's intent, nevertheless Summer nodded.

With a caress as gentle as a kitten's breath, Christina savored the moist, pouting lips. There was a growing pool of pearl white cum showing in the mouth of the gorgeous sex; unable to resist, she touched it, thrilling at its warmth. Taking her time, she slowly trailed her index finger through the length of the open slit before pressing all the way inside. Upon feeling the silky heat, she bit her lower lip while gazing in wonder at Summer's exquisite beauty. Looking up into the amazing girl's smiling eyes, Christina withdrew her finger and finished sliding the skimpy panties over the smooth, supple bottom. Finally, sighing softly, she patted the tempting mound. "There you go, beautiful flower...all nice and snug in your pretty covering."

After making themselves presentable again, they looked intently into each other's eyes. "You should have gone to him," said Summer.

With a wry grin Christina answered, "Oh, I don't know, it looks to me like the mission was a definite success."

"Mmmmmm-hmmm. I certainly didn't board the plane like this..." Summer said, subtly caressing her cum-filled pussy.

"Or like that, either..." smiled Christina, gesturing to Summer's open top.

"Ooops!" giggled Summer, glancing down at her glistening breasts.

"May I?" Christina asked again.

Smiling sexily, Summer opened her top a little more. "You most certainly may."

Christina gently pressed her finger to the naked, beautiful breast; scooping up another thick trail of cum that shone against the golden skin, she popped it into her mouth, smiling around her finger as she stared into Summer's sparkling eyes.

"Delicious, isn't he?" grinned Summer.

"Mmmm..." said Christina, nodding playfully while licking her finger clean.

John returned then, his erection having obviously subsided very little. As he began to slide into their row his cock was on clear display before Christina's appreciative grin, and Summer reached out to run her fingertips along his imposing length.

John's hips jerked in response; blushing, he quickly took his seat.

While Summer laughed, Christina giggled, "Everything go okay in there, John? You seem a bit flushed."

Giving him a knowing grin, she was thoroughly enjoying his chagrin.

"You know, baby, something about you does seem different now," grinned Summer. "I can't quite put my finger on it. Can you, Christina?"

"Actually, I think you just put a few fingers on it. Something in that restroom obviously caused him to have a really big problem. From the looks of things, I'd say he still has it," she smirked.

While reaching into his lap to stroke his cock, Summer hugged his arm and giggled, "So, honey, what about the Moose Lodge? Maybe the Eagle Scouts? Ooh, I know! The Knights of the Round Table! That would be another great club for you to join! I mean, c'mon, look at you, you've already got the huge sword and everything!"

As Summer stroked him back to full erection, Christina watched with rapt attention. When he glanced her way, she smiled sweetly; his response was a sheepish grin of embarrassment mixed with lust, and a look that said, "I am sooooo sorry!"

Touching his arm, she gave him a warm smile. "It's perfectly okay, sweetie. Please, don't be embarrassed. Just let her play. Besides, you know you love it." Watching intently as Summer continued to fondle his massive bulge, she added, "I'm going to be in big trouble when I go out with you two, aren't I?"

"Not at all. I promise, we won't do anything you don't want to do," said Summer, taking Christina's hand and placing it on John's erection. Sitting back, she watched as the surprised yet curious young wife began tentatively caressing up and down his length.

"God, Summer...you're right...it's amazing..." she whispered, seemingly mesmerized by the enormous slab of warm flesh throbbing in her hand. With a wanting sigh, she took off her coat and draped it over John's lap before unzipping him and pulling out his fully erect cock. Alternating her glance between Summer's glowing smile and her own half-closed fist gliding along the immense shaft, she delighted in giving it long, slow, elegant strokes.

Looking up again, she noticed Summer beaming brightly. Pausing, she grinned nervously at the sexy auburn-maned temptress. "Summer, this is exactly the 'big trouble' I meant...." She squeezed John's cock, and they both moaned. "You say we won't do anything I don't want to do, which I certainly appreciate. The thing is, once I'm out with you two on Bourbon Street, I can just imagine all the things I'll want to do."

While continuing to stroke John's tempting erection, she flashed Summer a guilty smile.

"Then instead of going out, maybe we could just stay in and enjoy a quiet evening together in your hotel room?" offered Summer, reaching down to add her hand to Christina's on John's throbbing hard-on.

Smirking, Christina gave her a dubious look as their fingers locked together around the long, thick shaft.

Summer grinned, "Oh, right. Bad idea, huh?"

"You think?" laughed Christina. "Just going anywhere with you two, it will be hard enough as it is for me to stay out of trouble. God, what do you think would happen if we were to end up back in my hotel room?"

Staring at the enormous cock in her hand, her mouth literally watered. She desperately wanted to lean down and taste it, but she fought the temptation. "Mmmmmm...damn...you better take over now," she said, reluctantly relinquishing him to Summer.

Grasping him with two hands, Summer hungrily licked all around the large crown before pressing her tongue into his drooling slit. After spending a few maddening moments teasing his most sensitive areas, she shot him a coy smile. "Can you cum really quickly for me?" she cooed, leaving his rampant hard-on poised between her cherry lips.

John chuckled, "After what we just did back there? You know this next one's gonna take a while."

"Wrong answer..." she giggled, tucking him back into his pants.

With a bemused grin John zipped himself up. Turning to Christina, he motioned to her jacket in his lap. "Mind if I borrow this a little longer?"

Glancing down at his huge bulge, again she smiled sweetly. "Take all the time you need, babe...."

~ ~ ~

They shared a taxi into the French Quarter, dropping Christina off at her hotel first. John and Summer offered to bring her bags up to her room but she told them not to worry about it, explaining that there was plenty of help available.

"Besides," she added, "I need to check in at the front desk, and I also want to check my messages. It's definitely going to take a few minutes. You guys have better things to do than stand around waiting for me."

Ignoring her protests, John toted her bags to the check-in counter while Christina excitedly exclaimed to Summer, "I can't believe I did that! Oh my god, that's the first new one I've touched since I've been married!"

Summer took her by the hands. "I apologize if I went too far. I really should have asked you first before I put your hand on him."

Christina kissed her on the cheek. "No apologies necessary, especially after the liberties I took with you."

"What liberties? You asked for my permission each and every step of the way! I've never been seduced so politely!" laughed Summer.

"Seduced? Did I seduce you? My god, is that what I did? Summer, I don't even know what to say. I've never seduced anyone in my whole life!"

Summer was still laughing as she said, "Well, you have now! Girl, you saw how turned on you made me. Oh yes, you definitely seduced me, and I didn't mind at all." Squeezing Christina's hands, she added, "I'm just saying, I should have asked you first before I made you touch John."

Christina gently caressed Summer's bare shoulder, causing her to shiver. Smiling, she traced affectionate fingertip circles on her silky skin. "Summer, you have nothing to be sorry about. Believe me, I didn't mind either. I could have stopped you from putting my hand on him. You didn't force me, and you certainly didn't make me take it out and stroke it. Sweetie, I did that all on my own. It felt great to touch him."

"So you're okay with it?"

"I'm okay with how far I went, yes. Before I did anything too crazy, I managed to stop myself and give him back to you. Thank you for including me." Leaning in to kiss Summer on the lips, she held it just a beat longer than their kiss on the plane.

Once it was over, Summer reached up to touch her own lips. She was staring in wonder at Christina's moist, beautiful mouth when John returned, saying, "All set."

Christina smiled. "So you two really want to do this tomorrow night?"

"Absolutely, although if you don't want to, we'll certainly understand," John said.

"But I really hope you'll want to," added Summer, still touching her lips as she studied Christina's full, sexy mouth.

"Pick me up at eight. If I chicken out, I'll call you no later than seven, okay?"

"Sounds good. What are you gonna do tonight?" asked John.

"Say my prayers?"

They all laughed at that.

"Oh, c'mon, you'll see, it's not going to be anything bad," grinned Summer. "Besides, I'm betting that before you know it you'll be the one showing us a thing or two."

With another warm smile Christina said, "After watching you two in action, I highly doubt it, but don't worry about me. I'm a big girl now, and I know what I'm doing. Umm, I think. Maybe."

She gave them each a friendly hug, then John and Summer climbed back into the cab.

Christina watched them through the rear window as the cab drove away. 'Oh my fucking god...' she thought, her entire body tingling with excitement.

Savoring the feeling, she realized she hadn't felt that way in too many years to remember.

~ ~ ~

"Okay, gorgeous, we're here! Now we come to it: What would you like to do?"

Having dropped all their bags in their hotel room, John stood grinning at Summer.

"Mister, I'm up for whatever you want, but I say we've at least got to cover these few basic things: One, I want to see the St. Louis Cathedral. Two, we have to try some beignets at Café du Monde. Three, let's go to a spooky voodoo place. Four, I want to walk the Garden District and see Anne Rice's house. Five, I want some real Creole food. That's my entire 'gotta do' list. What's yours?"

"Hell, as long as we can find a voodoo place, we should be able to do your whole list today. I would have also said that we gotta do some real Creole food, so that's one of mine. Checking out the House of Blues would be my only other thing. Besides those two, I'm easy. I just want to take you to Bourbon Street for some live music."

"You mean you just want to get me drunk so you can watch me dance and act like an idiot!" she laughed.

"Me? Never," he grinned, teasingly waving a necklace of plastic beads at her.

"Wooooo!!" she whooped, pulling open her top to show him her tits. Totally hamming it up, she bobbled them around while wildly shaking her hips.

"Is that how I'm supposed to do it?" she giggled.

"Yep, just like that. Man, are they ever going to love you here..." he said, leaning down to cup one breast while sucking the other.

"Hey! That's not part of the beads deal! They don't get to do that! I've seen Girls Gone Wild too, you know, so don't try to pull any fast ones on me, buster."

"Sorry. I got carried away," he said, smiling as he gave her nipple one last tug.

"You're allowed to get carried away. Anyone else, they have to ask...nicely. Besides, I thought that whole 'flash your tits for beads' thing was only during Mardi Gras?"

"Yeah, that's mainly a Mardi Gras thing, though people tell me it happens every night on Bourbon Street. Maybe there won't be as much of it going on now, but I'm sure we'll still see some girls doing it."

"Okay, I do have one other rule," she grinned.

"Uh-oh," he said, returning her grin.

"Oh, don't worry. It's nothing bad. I think you may even like it," she said, giving him a sweet smile.

"Okay, let's hear it."

"Starting right now, you choose all my clothes. For the rest of our honeymoon I have to wear whatever you pick for me, no questions asked. That means shoes, panties, dresses, even the way I do my hair; I'm talking everything, top to bottom. You dress me up, and off we go."

"I'll need to see what you brought then, won't I?"

Opening her suitcase, Summer began laying out all her clothes for him, item by item. Right away he noticed that the only shoes she brought besides the white stiletto heels she was wearing were a pair of taller silver heels and some tan flats.

Looking over her choices, he asked, "How are you for walking the city in heels? Won't your feet get tired?"

"I brought the flats, just in case we go on a really long hike. Otherwise, I can wear heels. I'll manage."

John stood thinking, until finally he said, "Okay, first thing, we're going to have two definite rules: One, you always have to wear your hair down. You can keep it full and wavy or, if you prefer, you can make it sleek and sexy, like you had it last week in the nightclub. Either way is fine, it just has to be where I can see it. That means no hats, no tying it up in scrunchies...no nuthin'. I want it long and loose so it can move, bounce, and shimmer. I love your hair, and I especially love how you play with it when you tease and flirt."

"Okay, but you still have to choose how I do it. Do you want it full and wavy, or straight and sleek?"

"Whatever is easiest for you is fine by me. I don't want you having to change it back and forth. We'll just leave it one way."

"Okay, but which way?"

"Which way makes you feel sexier?"

"Ooooh, good answer. Straight, I think. I feel less 'girl next door' and more like a hot, sexy slut when it's straight and silky."

"Straight it is, then. I want you always feeling as sexy as humanly possible."

"Only 'humanly,' huh? Hmmm..." she quipped, giving him a gentle smile.

Still studying her things, he was oblivious.

"Okay," she continued, "so that rule covers how I do my hair. You said there were two rules. What's the second one?"

He flashed a wide grin. "No bras or panties."

Coyly biting her lip, Summer leaned back on the bed. Never taking her eyes off of him, she raised her hips while sliding her hands beneath her dress. Lifting her legs high in the air, she slowly peeled her panties down her thighs. She stopped at her ankles to wiggle her bare ass and pussy for him, then she hooked her panties over her heels and tossed them across the room. With her legs pointing straight to the ceiling she ran her fingertips along their sides, starting at the tanned crescents of her ass before moving up her thighs and onto her sleek calves.

"You mean like this?" she smiled, bringing her hands to the backs of her knees. As slowly as she'd peeled off her panties, she spread her legs; bending them, she brought them down. When her high heels were touching the bed, she ran her hands over her bare stomach.

With her sundress pooled on her smooth tummy, she lay spread before him.

"Is this how you envision our new rule? You want my naked pussy tempting you every second we're together, don't you? Mmmm, I think I'm going to like this rule," she grinned, sitting up on her elbows to show him her inviting sex while gazing into his eyes through her open legs.

Pressing her shoulders and the top of her head into the mattress, she slid her hands beneath her hips and arched her back; raising her ass high above the bed, she bobbed her hips up and down in the most lewd offering imaginable of her delectable pussy.

Summer moaned when she felt his long cock slowly slide into her silky wet depths. She held herself up for him, and John wasted no time in establishing a smooth, driving rhythm deep inside her pussy. Wanting even more contact, she unbuttoned the top half of her dress; using one hand to keep her ass propped high above the bed, she caressed and pinched her bare nipples with the other.

When John leaned down to take her breasts into his mouth, she said, "No, go back where you were. I love how you fuck me in that position."

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.