Jack-O-Lantern: Voodoo Woman

by Lia Connor

  Laughing, her good humor restored, Marie had to concede Paul the point. She took the foil square from his hand, though, demanding: “If you insist, then let me put it on you.” The notion seemed to take his breath away, and Marie decided she would play that to her advantage.

  Tearing open the delicate package, she took out the small ring of latex and laid the tip on the end of Paul’s cock. Then, using her mouth and her agile tongue, she unrolled it down the length of him, smoothing the rubber into place and taking the opportunity to lick and suck him every inch of the way. Paul let out a deep groan as Marie lavished the attention on him, but when she began to draw back, applying hard suction, he touched her shoulders.

  “Stop,” he said raggedly. “I don’t want to come until I’m inside you.”

  Marie pulled off completely. “You would be able to get it up again,” she suggested, circling his girth with her finger and thumb, which did not quite meet. Oh, yes, this Paul, her Paul, he was as well-hung as a stallion. “You’re young, and I am tres sexy, am I not?”

  He laughed, his breath short. “You are, and that’s a fact. But I want to be inside you. I’m burning for the feel of your pussy around my dick.” He paused. “And you’re going to let me fuck you, aren’t you? You’re as hungry for this as I am.”

  Marie grinned, then moved fluidly as a cat, stretching out full-length on her back on the well-padded carpet she had decorated her floor with. She spread her legs wide and raised her hands to her breasts, cupping them and raising them for his inspection. “If you want me, come and take me,” she offered, not shy in the least.

  Paul’s eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate. Going down on his knees, albeit a little awkwardly, he stretched himself above her and braced his weight on one arm.

  “Let me see these,” he said, reaching for her much-displayed zipper. He pulled it down, and Marie’s tits spilled out into his eager hands. He bent his head to one and placed his mouth around one erect nipple, lashing the nub with his tongue and drawing on her areola until she cried out with pleasure, feeling the first shocks of orgasm drawing close.

  “You have,” she panted, “a very talented mouth, Monsieur. Would you put it to good use elsewhere?”

  Paul’s grin was confident at last, a man who felt sure of himself. “Next time,” he promised, giving her breast one final flick with his tongue. “Somehow I don’t think there’ll be any problem getting it up a second time with you. No red-blooded man could resist fucking you through the floor as many times as he could.”

  “And there will be a second time, yes.” Marie threaded her fingers through Paul’s short locks. “Come and fuck me then, Paul. Can you smell me? I’m as soaked as if I’ve been standing in the rain, and I burn to feel you inside my pussy.”

  He shifted his weight onto the other arm and reached down beneath her skirt, pushing the scrap of leather up above her waist. The cool air of the room sent shivers down Marie’s spine, as did the feeling of strong male fingers caressing her cunt. “I could drive into you right now, no waiting,” he said roughly. “Is that what you want, Marie? Do you want it hard and fast? Or should I take my time?”

  “Are you playing the gentleman now, to offer such a choice?” Marie teased. “Give yourself to me hard this time, Paul. Nail me to the floor with your cock.” She tilted her head back. “Mark me.”

  Paul moaned. Marie felt the tip of his cock probing at her slippery entrance, and then, like magic, he slipped inside, stretching her wide and filling her up all at once. Marie let out a short, sharp cry at the wonderful burn as her body adjusted to the bulk of his member, lifting her legs to wrap around his naked back to let him go deeper, just as she had dreamed.

  When he bumped against her cervix he stopped, breathing hard. Marie lifted one hand to brush against his cheek. “Go ahead,” she whispered. “Fuck me like a man.”

  “I plan on it,” he said roughly, and began to thrust. Marie cried out and flung her hands aside, fisting them in the soft rug to anchor her in place as Paul drove into her pussy, his thrusts hard enough to send them both sliding across the floor. He fucked like a man devouring his last meal, as if he knew heaven was to be found in her cream and he wanted to draw as much of it as he could, as a man should fuck a woman he wanted as desperately as life and death.

  Marie felt herself beginning to come from penetration alone, so blissful was the feeling of Paul’s cock in her channel. She let out another long, ululating wail as the orgasm took her, clenching her legs hard around Paul. He groaned as her inner muscles bore down and squeezed around his cock with an intense pressure, but continued to thrust through it all, his motion labored as if he were running the final laps of a race and determined to cross the finish line.

  As she trembled and fluttered around him, though, it proved to be too much. Paul bent down to seize Marie’s mouth in a desperate kiss, and whispered against her lips: “Coming, Marie, going to come so hard…”

  He bucked into her, seeming to swell even harder and wider, bringing on a second climax. His muscles stiffened, fresh sweat sprung out on his back, and he jerked spasmodically, his body out of control. Marie felt the condom fill inside her, wishing it were out of the way and that she could feel that hot seed coat her from the inside out.

  Perhaps another time… and oh, yes, there would be another time. She was sure of that much.

  Paul collapsed briefly on top of Marie, breathing hard as if he had indeed run a race. She didn’t mind the wait, unhooking her legs from around his waist and stroking her hand up and down his slick back. “This,” she said quietly, “was one to remember. I will think of you fondly, always.”

  Paul shook his head. “This isn’t the end, Marie. I want you again, and again, and again. Say yes. Please, Marie, say yes to me.” He nuzzled her neck, biting down ever so softly. “Promise me that you will be mine.”

  Marie examined her heart, sifted through the spirit world surrounding her, and felt nothing but approval. “You will be special to me,” she promised, drawing a sigil on Paul’s back in his cooling sweat. “For now and for always. Does that satisfy you?”

  “It does.” Paul raised up, and Marie missed his weight for a moment, missing his cock more as it slipped out of her pussy. But then, after dealing with the condom, he was lying on his hip by her side, tugging her into a spooned position, bringing his hand down to toy with her folds, coated with her slick, sweet juices. “You smell like heaven,” he said sleepily. “A little rest and I will want you again.”

  “And I you.” Marie could have purred, herself, with satisfaction. A handsome young stallion of a lover? Oh, those did not come along every day. The Madame had been right. C’est magnifique. “But tell me this,” she asked, stroking his hand on her pussy, “what did you come here for in the first place?”

  Paul laughed, a rueful sound, as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. “To prove that you were a fraud,” he admitted. “I didn’t believe you could be the spirit of Marie Laveaux reincarnated in a new body.”

  Marie laughed. “Paul, Paul, you have much to learn. What do you believe now?”

  “I’m not sure. I only know that you’ve enchanted me.”

  “Good enough for now.” Marie snuggled back into Paul’s arms, glad to feel them take a stronger hold. Already, his cock was stirring against the small of her back, and soon she would be able to have it inside her again. She thought she would ride him astride the next time -- that was, after he had eaten her pussy, drinking down her cream like wine. Yes, she had plans for this man, and they included le sexe, much le sexe. “You will be convinced in time that I am who I say I am.”

  “What matters to me is that I’ll be able to be with you,” Paul whispered into the curve of Marie’s ear. “And I’m almost ready…”

  You see? the Madame’s voice whispered inside Marie’s mind. I told you that you would fuck this man. And you are pleased with the gift I sent your way, aren’t you?

  The Madame had sent Paul to her? A non-believer?

 
Oh, yes. The Madame’s laughter was rich and full in Marie’s mind. Think of all the fun you will have convincing him. Until more and more believe and we are both restored to power, we need something to occupy ourselves, Marie. What better way to spend the time than in the arms of a warm and willing man? One who is, if I am not mistaken, up for another encounter as we speak?

  Marie grinned to herself. She didn’t speak to the Madame out loud, but she radiated her approval. This Halloween was proving to be a fine one for her, if she did say so herself, and it looked to be getting even better.

  Thank you, she thought as she turned around to face Paul, to kiss him soundly on his lips and plunge her tongue inside his mouth, signaling her urge to begin again. Glory and honor could wait. Le sexe was for the moment, and how she would seize that moment…

  And the last thing she heard was the sound of the Madame’s amusement, chuckles rippling away into the distance.

  Marie, in both her forms, was well-pleased with the magic she had worked this night.

  Lia Connor

  Lia Connor supposedly lives in the South, but her job takes her almost everywhere but there. Her laptop is her best friend as she travels. She's thrilled to be working with Changeling Press. She loves to write about BBW's, hot, hot, hot threesomes and were-animals. Lia would love to hear from you. You can contact her at liaconnor@gmail.com.