The Swamp Girl: Ina

"I do appreciate this, Ina. And if you don't mind, I'd like to take that stick back with me. I can use that to get my door unlocked."

Ina ignored her guest and zoomed into her kitchen. She held a large pot of water and brought it to a large tin bucket in the middle of the cabin.

Rob watched as she filled another pot for the bath, then looked toward him.

"You still got those on. You gotta take 'em off."

"I got to get buck naked?"

Ina giggled and nodded.

"Yes. Trust me, Mr. Jones."

Rob rolled down the band of his underwear and let them fall to the floor. With his limp cock exposed, it caused a deep blush on his cheeks. He averted his eyes and brought his hands to his package to conceal it.

Ina held a rag in her hand that steamed with heat. He felt the warmth on his arm then she passed it over his shoulder. Her fingertips brushed his skin, and that touch tickled his balls. Before he could think, his cock was pushed against his hand, and his damp pale skin prickled with goosebumps.

"Hold still," Ina ordered, dropping down his stomach.

Rob grunted, "I...um, I am...."

Ina was tired of the man flinching and dropped the rag into the bucket.

"Do you want to wash yourself?"

"Yeah," Rob nodded, holding his cock down further, "Yeah. I got it."

Ina sat at the wooden chair and watched as he washed up around his neck. His fingers were trembling, and she wasn't sure why. After he had most of his body save his private parts washed, Ina shook her head and smirked.

"What?" Rob asked, keeping his erection hidden, "Go on. Get it started. I've got to be home before dinner."

"You've got to wash that too," Ina giggled, pointing to his sheltered spear.

"Why?"

"It's part of the ritual, and I'll have to see it fore long, Mr. Jones. I could be wrong, but...." Ina laughed, "You need to use it to make babies, don't ya?"

Rob grimaced before looking up at the holes in the cabin roof. Slowly releasing his hand, he used the rag to wash over his dick. It sprung back and forth, embarrassing him further. By the time he finished, his face was beet red.

Rob held his cock down and looked toward the Voodoo princess.

"Alright. Go ahead."

"Okay, now it says you've got to lay down on the bed. Be still. Go ahead and get comfortable while I fetch some oils. "

Standing naked and somewhat afraid, Rob groaned, "You should have been done that. You were too busy watching me."

"Had to make sure you cleaned yourself well," Ina giggled.

"I'm a grown man. I can wash my ass."

"Go lay on the bed and get comfortable."

Becoming skeptical, Rob snorted and walked over to take his position, "You sure you know French, and that's what it said?"

Ina grinned and set the oil on the bedpost, "The sound of the rain needs no translation, Mr. Jones. I know what I'm doing."

"How you know? When you said you ain't never done one before."

"I've never done a fertility one. I've done others. But I can't talk about that and expose folks' business. Lay back and get comfortable, will you? I ain't going to hurt you."

In a vulnerable state, Rob shook from the tension in the room.

"Shit, I hadn't even thought about that. Best not harm me."

Ina smiled, "You are the one with the gun. All I got is Roscoe."

His gun was sitting pretty in his locked truck, but her smile reassured Rob. He laid back, situating himself semi-relaxed. Keeping his cock settled and his leg down. Rob was ready to run if he had to.

Ina didn't order him to remove it, instead picked up his large hand, exposing his meat.

"Woah, wait," Rob looked down at his semi-hard meat and grunted, "I...."

"Don't be shamed. It's good that it's like that it. Makes it easier for me."

Rob nodded and looked toward her tiny hand resting on his thigh and hated that his cock pulsed again with need, growing larger in front of their eyes.

Fixing his eyes on the roof, Rob took deep breaths as Ina slid her fingers around his thigh.

Ina collected a large dab of oil, spreading it across his hairy thighs and delivering a massage down to his knees. She did the same to his arms and legs, avoiding his swinging manhood. Her fingers roamed over his hairy stomach, spreading around his hard chest before tramping against his hairy nipples.

"Relax, Mr. Jones," Came her velvet whisper coaxing his tense shoulders further down.

Rob gave a long sigh. He would be a lie to say her touch didn't thaw him and give him a sense of pleasure having her hands on his body. She worked slowly, applying pressure around his lap.

Rob closed his eyes, his mouth agape from her sensual palms. But when her lips glided across his thigh, his eyes widened like an owl.

"No, hell no," He glared at her, "No, you know you can't do that."

"Be still," Ina whispered, a hot breath against his ballsack.

"Fuck, Oh, Ina," Rob sat up straight, "What the hell kind of ritual where you gotta kiss me?"

Ina looked up, her full lips glossy with the oil sheen," Mr. Jones, please."

"Inabell." He matched her expression, "I've never heard tell nobody but a whore to kiss and rub a man like this."

Ina chuckled at his beliefs, knowing she was no whore but a virgin. She liked how timid he was and moved closer, grasping his hand.

"Trust me, will you, Mr. Jones? Just relax and close your eyes. You need to be thinking about your wife."

"I am!" Rob loudly declared, "Hell, I don't think about no woman, but."

Ina swiped her thumb across his hairy knuckles.

"And I'm sure she would do anything to have your baby."

With a ragged breath, Rob nodded, thinking of his namesake coming into the world with a head full of brown hair and sparkling eyes. The thought sent his heart shooting with pride, and he smiled.

"Don't you think your wife would be quite proud of you for being so courageous to come out here seeking help," Ina said, rubbing the oil into his muscular thighs and traveling slowly up toward his balls.

Rob flinched and blew a hot breath, "Uh, Yeah."

"You don't want this, but you need it, don't you?"

His nod was quick as he gazed toward her large brown eyes filled with pacification.

"You ain't scared of me, are you, Mr. Jones?"

"No. I, uh, no."

"I won't hurt you," Ina grinned, "I may be wrong, but I think it's gonna feel good."

Ina lowered her head and placed sweet kisses up and around his thighs.

"Trust me, Mrs. Jones will be so happy."

Ina swirled her tongue around his upper thigh. She made long strokes back toward his balls, and a long sigh escaped from his hanging lips. She brought her tongue to the base of his shaft while her palm cupped his heavy balls before gently squeezing them.

"Do you want to make her happy, Mr. Jones?" Ina asked in a whisper.

Trembling from the meager pleasure, Rob nodded, "Uh huh."

Patti Jones was distant from his thoughts. She had never kissed him below the collarbone, not even a smooch on the chest when they made love.

He jerked his thighs as Ina rounded to lap her tongue across his aching nut sack. He turned his head to the side and looked toward the dog asleep in the corner.

"Um-Mhm, Oh, my...." Rob grunted before deciding on a comfortable position.

Ina was doing something nonsensical, and Rob peered down for a view. The veins protruded from his shaft, which swayed back and forth, blanketing the center of her face.

"I won't hurt you," came another reassuring whisper that tickled his nuts and sent his cock to pulse with need.

"Uh," Rob grunted.

He couldn't take this; it wasn't what he should be doing, whether it fulfilled his desires or not. But Ina remained around his balls, giving long licks up toward the base of his cock. She slipped one in her mouth, suckling before giving the next attention.

"Umm, Ina. You can't be...." Rob groaned, "You can't do a man like this, girl. Wait."

Ina smiled, "Mr. Jones, you gotta trust me, okay?"

Ina palmed his cock, twisting her hands to jerk him while her face disappeared toward his aching balls.

Rob twitched, and his cock poured a drip of moisture that nearly scared him, "Umm, hmm, ohh."

He had known his dick all his life but never paid it much attention. He enjoyed fucking his wife and, when he was younger, had jerked it to the sounds of Carroll Moss on the radio. But right now, he couldn't stop himself or his cock from leaking.

Ina released her hand to settle it on his thighs as she focused on her licking. His woodsy smell was pleasant, and she could feel the muscles in his thighs twitching beneath her palm. Smearing her tiny tongue up and down his hairy sack, she licked as if searching for something.

Rob bucked and reared, his stomach tightening from his yearning for more. His cock begged him for a touch while Ina effortlessly sucked on his left ball. He settled both hands to his side, clawing his nails on the soft sheets.

"Oh, my, um," Rob grunted, shaking his head from the cravings filling his mind.

He wanted her hands back on his cock, and if Ina didn't touch it before long, he felt he might flare up. Sexual frustration was something Rob had never experienced, but it bloomed in his shoulders and biceps, which flexed as he propped up to watch Ina's task.

It was becoming too much, and he could not control his swinging meat. He grabbed his base to steady it but soon closed his eyes to jerk. The rhythm, along with her tongue, sent a howl from his lips.

"Oh, Uh, Oh.

Ina lifted and swatted his hand, "Mr. Jones! What are you doing?" She giggled.

"What?" Rob asked in a husky tone, revealing his true desires, "Oh, Ina...I...."

Her dazzling smile only caused his suffering, and he reached for his cock to jack as he looked at the valley between the tan breasts on her chest.

"Stop," Ina giggled, "I have to do that."

Rob brought his fingers back to dig into the sheets.

"Ina. Uh, I told you. You can't do things like this to a man." As his frustrating nag grew harsher, Rob snapped, "Shit, it's your fault," he pointed toward her, "You got me worked up with whatever you're doing."

Ina looked toward him in confusion.

"I ain't doing nothing but what the book said," Ina giggled and swirled her tiny finger around his swollen tip, "I'll get there, Mr. Jones. You just gotta be patient."

Rob groaned from the minor pleasure and dropped his head onto the pillow.

"You ain't a man, so you wouldn't.... You don't understand. Just, please, hurry up."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones," Ina frowned, "I didn't mean to make you mad."

Rob looked down and regretted it as he looked upon her pretty face. Her position on all fours was tempting, and the thought of her warm pussy made Rob swallow his desire and wash his hands over his face.

"Go, on," Rob panted, "Do what you have to do."

He closed his eyes and imagined her straddling his waist and filling her little cunt with every inch of his ridged pecker.

What he didn't expect was what she did next.

Slowly, Ina created long strokes with her tongue that rounded toward the base of his cock and up toward his pulsing shaft. She tasted the salty precum that dribbled down and smiled at the pleasant taste.

Although Ina had never sucked a dick, she had seen it done before, and a friend of hers had mentioned men enjoyed their balls gently sucked as well. It wasn't the blow job that scared Ina. It was the mystery of what would happen next.

With his mind fully blown, Rob leaned on his elbows. Ina's tongue toyed around his cock head with gentle strokes, and he swallowed the lump in his throat.

Oral sex was a new experience, and curiosity roamed his mind. Although her eyes were closed tight, her pink tongue was a delightful sight to see slipping around. Each lap around his cockhead was a new level of bliss, making him jerky.

"Oh, That." Rob breathed deeply, "Uhm, that's good."

Ina opened her eyes to look toward Mr. Jones. His features had softened, but his face was red.

She stopped licking to ask, "Are you still mad at me?"

"No," Rob jerked his head from side to side, "No, sweetheart. Go on. You like it?"

Ina swirled his swollen tip around her lips and giggled, "It tastes alright."

"Keep licking it," Rob urged.

With a change of heart, he steadied his cock and held it straight for her to lick. Her slick tongue ran up and down his shaft with precision as she kept her eyes on his ruggedly handsome face.

She liked his new expression, full of excitement that glimmered in his eyes.

Rob noticed her stare and smiled, "I think I like it. And you're one pretty gal."

Ina beamed, "Thank you, Mr. Jones."

"Umhum," Rob moaned, "Oh, keep licking, baby."

Ina gave him a sharp glance, and her head flew up.

"Mr. Jones. You can't call me pet names. I'll need you to close your eyes and think about Mrs. Jones. I want this to take, whether you are paying or not. I got a reputation to uphold."

Rob nodded and laid his head back to focus on an image of his wife. He concentrated on the day they married and how her blue eyes sparkled with fresh tears of devotion. The way she looked just last week when they had made love.

The images were crystal clear in his mind. But he felt a new suctioning sense around his cock head, and he couldn't help but peek at the action below him.

Ina was suckling the mushroom tip of his cock like her reputation depended on it. Her tongue bounced along his shaft and inched back toward the middle.

Ina took as much as she could, focusing on the tip as her friend had recommended.

Her soft curls danced along his ballsack and fell around her shoulders. Rob reached out and pushed the strands away from her forehead. A sigh couldn't help but escape from his lips. The sight and feel of her sucking his meat brought a thrilling sensation to wash over his entire body.

Her cheeks were sunken while her head bobbed gradually around. Her rhythmic movements were enticing enough without a tight suction. It all added to his joy, and his breathing grew heavier.

"Oh, umm," Rob moaned, lifting to get better access inside her mouth, "Shit. Yeah, ooh, yeah, just like that."

Cupping his nutsack, Ina hummed around his rod with reverence, sucking it like a popsicle on a Louisiana summer day. Ina was focused on her movements until Rob placed his palm on her head. Her eyes popped open to find him staring lovingly at her. She kept her bob and peeped toward his calm face.

"You're beautiful, Ina. So beautiful," Rob confessed in a lusty whisper.

Ina grew timid. The lust in his eyes wasn't what she hoped to achieve from this ritual, and she thought maybe she was doing something wrong.

"Uh, God. Ohhh, suck it, baby."

Throwing his head back in ecstasy and giving a long sigh, Rob curled his toes in preparation for his bust. He could feel the heavy tension in his legs that traveled to his clenching calves.

"Ohh," Rob winced, closing his eyes, "Um, Oh, Ina, baby, work that tongue, sweet girl. you're-"

Suddenly Ina stopped, and Rob's eyes popped open in a panic.

"What happened?"

Ina walked toward the kitchen and grabbed the large book, ignoring him. She flung the pages in fast succession.

"You ain't finished, are ya?" Rob leaped from the bed and walked over; his rigid cock was like an anchor slowing his steps.

"Everything alright, sweet girl?"

Ina shook her head, not liking the man's focus on her.

"I think maybe it's. Well, I'm not sure if...." Ina kept turning but flinched when she felt Mr. Jones wrap his long arms around her tiny waist.

"Mr. Jones?"

His lips went to her cheek, and there he placed a tender kiss that unnerved her,

"Never knew Creole women had such talents. Or is it just you that's so talented, pretty girl?"

"Well..." Ina's heart raced as she flipped through the pages of the stale book.

"I ain't very good at this, Mr. Jones, and I don't want to mess nothing up."

"You ain't a bit messy, in my opinion."

"Thank you kindly, and I appreciate you for trusting me, but-"

"Come on now, girl. You told me to trust you, and I'll admit I was a little skeptical, but I've learned better," Rob smiled, leaning over her shoulder, "You are something special. And just as charming, too."

His lips charred her neck, and she veered around quickly, backing into the wooden table.

"Mr. Jones."

"Sorry," Rob held his hands out in surrender, "I just thought," he swallowed his emotions and shook his head, "I apologize."

"Don't be thinking about me. It's your wife who needs help. And you remember that."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. I know. And God knows, I appreciate your help. I just got a little carried away."

Rob stared at her delicate features and brushed his finger across her lips, "You're just, um... You're a lovely little lady."

He smiled wide, and Ina couldn't conceal a blush that reddened her yellow cheeks.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones," Ina gave a small smile.

"There's that pretty smile," Rob chuckled, "You'll finish up shortly, won't you? You know I gotta get back home."

"I can try."

"I'll stand right here, and you can go ahead and finish up," Rob smiled, brushing his palm into her thick curls.

Unsure, Ina nodded and knelt on the creaking floor. She reached to grab his cock but paused.

"If it doesn't work." Ina frowned, "Will you be mad?"

Rob had almost forgotten what this whole thing was about. Even if she didn't know a damn thing about Voodoo, he knew her lips were magic. He smiled crookedly and brushed a few flyaway curls from her forehead.

"I ain't gonna be mad at you, sweet girl." Rob swallowed his desire, "At least you tried, right?"

"I don't think I'm doing it right. You should-"

"Hush, now. Shh. Go on, pretty girl. Try again," Rob urged, holding his cock tightly.

The tip of his dick leaked drops that settled on Ina's lips as she kissed it.

Ina was more worried about it working. She hoped to make a profit and profession from the spells and potions her mother had once peddled.

Wrapping her plump lips around his cock, Ina suckled the tip and looked up toward him. The grin Rob wore confused her since his chest was heaving. Ina had never seen a man look so bothered. Sweat gathered at his temples, but he nodded toward her to keep going.

"Go ahead, ba... Ina."

Ina took him deeper before pulling back like she had seen it done. Bobbing up and down, she rotated her neck, letting her tongue lag on his shaft.

Rob bit his bottom lip and looked into those deep brown eyes for an explanation of the pleasure she was giving him. He brushed his hands through her hair, moving the curls from her face and lingering his fingertips along her soft cheek.

"You're doing so good," Rob encouraged with a grin, "Yeah, that's it. Suck it. Take it all the way down, you beautiful thang."

The complement stunned Ina, but she took him entirely into her throat, finding out quickly she would gag. She held her position until she couldn't any longer and pulled back. Ina gasped and coughed, wiping the saliva from her mouth.

Rob admired her glossy lips and stroked his shaft as she gathered herself.

"Sorry," Ina swallowed and peered up sadly, "It's big."

Rob looked at his cock and blushed, "You think so?"

Nodding, Ina grabbed the wild beast from his clutch and jerked it slowly.

"I'll try again."

"I appreciate it. Do you mind if I touch your head? Maybe I can guide it so you don't have to try so hard."

Before she could think about it, Rob placed both hands on her head, leading his dripping cock back into her mouth.

Ina invited him inside and wrapped her lips around his reddened shaft.

Rob groaned as he rolled his hips and rocked slowly at first, enjoying the wetness of Ina's mouth.

"Just like that. Oh, I will be damned."

Rob was excited with the luck he had found this afternoon after his unfortunate morning. Striking deeper, he held on to her head, bringing his cock into her throat.

"Uhmmmhmm," Ina groaned, breathing through her nostrils.