Voodoo Never Forgets (closed for justmethatswho)

[Armphid]

Even autumn in New Orleans was steamy and warm. The lights of the city were cheery and welcoming and music played on the streets of the French Quarter. But away from it, there were parts of the city that were dark and dimly lit, some only by candles. And further out, the bayou circled and waited; few lights shone there and those that did were often phantoms, leading the lost or foolish to dark fates. Despite all the light and song and splendor, New Orleans had always been part of the bayou. That same mystery, that dame danger, that same darkness was inside of it as well and nothing would drive it away.

None of that was on the mind of Roy Bonn and his wife Megan as they walked into the third bar of tonight's bar crawl. The two were on a month long vacation that they'd planned for over a year and tonight was just the start of their celebration. The bar was a little out of the way compared to some of the others on the larger and more well lit streets of the Quarter but it looked like it'd be a great place. The decorations had a real "local" feel and even the name "Papa Legba's" suggested a voodoo mystique that the tourists from Baltimore found irresistible.

Roy's family had once lived in New Orleans; they'd been wealthy Southerners making millions on the backs of slaves in the antebellum days and stayed there even after the Civil War. Just after the turn of the 20th Century, something had happened and the family fled to the north and east, settling in Baltimore and using their considerable wealth to reinvent themselves. The once French LaBelle family became the German Bonns. Despite the fact that some of the older members of the family took pride in their New Orleans roots, it was a family tradition that they would never return to that city. Will remembered her great grandmother and his grandfather as well telling him that no one from the family could ever go back. That if they did, they would never be the same, and never return.

But to Roy, that was nothing. Old stories and fears passed down. It had been exactly one hundred years since his family had left New Orleans. No one would remember them at all, even if their name was still LaBelle. He had always been fascinated by new Orleans, in part because of the dire warnings from his elders. After Katrina, he'd given to charities to help the city and still did so, in fact.

His wife Megan had heard of his and his parents' describing the older generations fears of the city but never given it much thought. There was probably someone in her husband's bloodline who'd had to leave town over a debt or even a crime, but that was the issue of whoever had done it. And that person was long dead now. The French and Caribbean influence had interested her as well and when they started planning this vacation for their third wedding anniversary, she knew exactly where she wanted to go.

The young white couple stepped up to the bar and Roy held out a stool for his wife before taking a seat himself. "Hey, good evening," he said in greeting to the bartender. "How are you tonight? What would you recommend?" Despite being two bars in, he was still merely just buzzing, having a good tolerance for booze. Roy stood at an even six feet in height and had a strong but lean build, rather like a swimmer. Indeed, he had been a swimmer in high school and college. He'd kept up swimming and working out, his body toned and in good shape even after a few years in the legal world. At 25 years of age, he was a handsome man whose features were slightly fine but few would call him a pretty boy, save for his full lips, which his wife often described as "perfect dick sucking lips." His eyes were a clear blue and his hair was a mass of clean and glossy brown locks that fell just below his ears. He wore shorts and sneakers and had a tight Orioles t-shirt on that hugged his athletic chest.

Megan smiled at the bartender too, "Something local and on tap, please. We want a real New Orleans experience tonight!" She was a bit taller than average for a woman at 5'7" and her figure was a happy blend of slender and ample; her waist narrow and her stomach flat but her breasts large, high, and proud and her butt a pert and plush peach of flesh. Her legs were long and shapely, well shown off by the short pair of shorts she was wearing. She had on a pair of casual heels, only an inch, but they added some nice sway to her hips and ass when she walked. She wore a halter style top that left a delicious slice of cleavage exposed and showed off her arms and back as well. Her honey blond hair was in a pixie style bob that curved slightly inward to frame her heart shaped face. Her eyes were a warm and rich brown and her features were elegant and sharp.

Megan did modeling but not the type most expected. Her modeling was all put up on the Internet and a great deal of it was done in the nude. She didn't do porn but plenty of nude photos and videos, as well as merchandise of said media, all sold through her own website. She did pics on Instagram and Tumblr too, as well as had her own Patreon page. She planned on taking pictures and a few videos this trip too, with her husband as her cameraman and perhaps even joining her if she decided to get really sexy.


Little did either know that the warning of Roy's great grandmother and grandfather were in earnest. The family may have forgotten what drove them from New Orleans but the city hadn't forgotten. The bayou hadn't forgotten. And there would be restitution made.

 

[justmethatswho]

Atticus DuBois was filling in for a friend to tend bar at "Papa Legba's" this late evening as it was well past 3am, though for most the party was just starting as the bars in the French Quarter never close. Tonight he had felt something ... something ... was coming ... a person connected to his ancestors. Stories was ll he had passed down with each generation ... some horrible yet still passed along ... over time Atticus thought the stories were mostly legend.

He felt the breeze cool on the humid hot sticky evening ... the breeze was a warning of the presence, he was chilled as the young attractive couple entered. Instantly he knew the stories whenever not legend.

Atticus was only 24 the great, great, great, great grandchild of slaves. Some thought his ancestors where fortunate to have worked for the Labelle's ... though the past down stories told of the whore.

A sayi8ng raced in his mind, something his grandmother had told him. "Though we cannot make those who did pay ... we can make those who come after repay the debt."

Still he moved with confidence toward the young couple. "Roy and Megan" the spirits told him. Then the wind flickered ringing the bell at the door. "Oh LaBelle ..." He pointed to the door .... "Their is spirits in the air this evening."

Soon he returned with a beer for each.

"A Nola Blonde for you Roy." Atticus smiled. "you do seem to like the blondes." As he looked at his very attractive wife. "And a turbodog for you Megan .... it will make you think like a dog in heat .. to give you a little local flavor ... I put some voodoo in each." He smiled and returned to working the bar ... "wecm to N'awlins .... a place that .... well it is best to discover."

Atticus looked back, his body was certainly toned ... though he worked out seldom, his muscular body was a gift of his past. He stood 6'5" and was built, he wore a tank top and shorts, giving him an island look with his sandals.

 

[Armphid]

Megan smiled at the tall, muscular black man behind the bar. He was huge! And handsome to boot! As it sometimes had in the past, she wondered if the urban legend was true. But she took the bottle and laughed, "I'm part of the way there already! Cheers!"

Roy clinked bottles with his wife, "What's a little voodoo in New Orleans?" He didn't believe in such things. In the system of religious belief and the tradition of folklore, sure, but there was no real magic. No spirits or powers. "Thanks."

He took a drink and nodded, "Good call. This is good stuff." He leaned on the bar, also smiling at Atticus. Damn, he was a big guy! He looked close to their age too. A strange thought hit him...he didn't remember telling the guy their names. That was weird. Maybe he was more drunk than he thought. "So, what's your name, bartender? We were thinking of maybe staying up till dawn, this looks like a great place to do it."

Megan giggled, "Maybe not that late, baby. This stuff might be working, 'cause I think you are gonna get luckyyy when we get back to the condo! Wooo!"

Roy blushed, "Baby, don't say that in front of people!"

"Pfft." She waved a hand dismissively, "This is New Orleans! They hear worse all the time from drunk tourists." She gestured with her beer towards Atticus, "Right?"

 

[justmethatswho]

"Atticus is my name .... of course ... we never close ... sun up .. sun down and all in between." Atticus spoke in his deep voice with an accent. "Where are you kids staying ... in case I need to help you back in the morning." Atticus smiled and left the couple for a bit of time. It was clear Megan was feeling the effects ... yet Roy was not a believer.

Soon Atticus brought each another beer, though they had not asked. "tradition here ... if the glass is ner empty ... to bring another ... till you say no more."

Atticus smiled to Megan and leaned in close to her. "It's true ... that legend ... that is." he smiled as he looked down her top as her husband sat next to her.

"Yes Roy ... I have heard much worse and seen much more scantilly clad women than your wife here."

Leaning in close he whispered in Roy's ear. "Tonight is young and new for you ... for there are experiences you shall do."

 

[Armphid]

"We're staying at Bellevue Cove," Roy answered before he could think not to. "Condo 6." It was a complex that rented condos to people who were staying for more than a few weeks and wanted more comfort than a hotel suite could provide. Why had he said that to a complete stranger? It should bother him, but it was just a momentary thought that slipped out of his head.

"I'll just keep saying more," Megan grinned as Atticus brought them a fresh round and commented he'd keep bringing them until they said they'd had enough. "I like more of...everything." When he leaned in and whispered that it was true, she blushed a little and blinked in shock. How had he known? Was she that obvious about looking? She licked her lips and shifted nervously in her seat. Roy had a nicely above average eight inches a little thicker than a man's thumb. How big was Atticus?

She felt warmer suddenly and took a few deep breaths, arching her back to make her generous tits jut out further. Megan noticed the bartender looking down her top and just smiled. God, she loved it when she got ogled by a real stud. Her exhibitionistic tendencies were starting to show.

Roy noticed too and felt...aroused. He knew what his wife did to earn her money and the idea of strangers watching her videos, looking at her pictures, and jerking off was hot. But in person, he usually got protective. But he wasn't now.

At Atticus' whisper, his eyes glazed slightly and he nodded. After a moment, he blinked and his eyes were more normal. "I bet you have, though I doubt you've seen sexier women than my wife."

"Damn right," Megan agreed.

"But that's part of why we wanted to come here! To see and do new things, experience...shit, everything we can. Things we've wanted or didn't even know we wanted." Roy shifted on his stool as well and then took a long drink of his beer. "Really try a new life, you know?"

 

[justmethatswho]

Atticus smiled as Roy commented on his wife. "I will not argue with that Roy ... but let me warn you ... you are in N'awlins ... men prowl for women like Megan ... but hey maybe you like that ... Roy." he teased.

The voodoo was at work and working as expected the couple was more than open with their thoughts. "The Bellevue ... that is quite nice." Atticus replied, as simply the name told him the couple was from money ... only confirming what he already new.

The crowd had dwindled so Atticus was able to spend more time with the couple.

"Things you did not even know ... " He smiled .... "many a couple have found themselves here in the bayou." He chuckled.

Under his breath he uttered. "He is her and she is him ... that is what the two should do." Then slamming his hand to the bar ... he watched their faces ... for a moment each would be the other ... feeling ... thinking ... desiring..... Then he slammed his hand again "tease yet before it is over you both shall please." Delivering another round to the couple.

"The beer here is quite strong." he smiled.

Atticus simply smiled. "I grew up in the bayou ya'know ... all m' life. back to me gr-gr-gr-gr-gr Grandparents."

 

[Armphid]

At his muttered incantation, both of them stiffened on their bar stools, sitting up straight, a glazed look in both sets of eyes. For the next few moments, their identities blurred and faded as both felt and thought what the other did.

Roy felt sexy and aroused. His nipples were hard against the halter top and his pussy was warm and wet. He loved the way that men looked at him, especially the way Atticus was looking. He wondered how big the black man's dick was and if he'd get a chance to see it. He ached to be fucked. Damn, he needed it so bad!

Megan wanted Roy, to have her cock buried in him and pounding away. He always felt so damn good! She wondered what he'd look like with Atticus fucking him, given the was looking at her husband she knew he wanted to. That black cock...was he bigger than her? What would it look like? Feel like? Taste like? Shit, did that make her gay?

The exchange of feelings and emotions lasted only a few seconds and then they were back. Roy shook his head slowly and lifted a hand to rub his forehead. He'd just felt...a lot...strange. He was half hard too. And had a desire. One he'd thought of before but never admitted. He wanted to be fucked. Megan blinked and leaned forward onto the bar, "Wow! Yeah, you're not kidding this is strong!"

Her husband nodded, his brain catching up to the conversation. "Oh, cool. A native son, huh? My family actually came from here but that was, like, a hundred years ago. We're in Baltimore now." He shrugged, "I always wanted to visit 'cause of that." He got up from his stool, "Excuse me, need to visit the head."

Megan nodded, finishing her beer. She was looking at her husband with hungry eyes as he walked away. He'd only be gone a few minutes. "Hey, Atticus. Do you know any sex shops around that are open late? I think...I need to buy a few things before I take that sweet ass of his. Uh, home, I mean. Take that ass home."

 

[justmethatswho]

At his muttered incantation, both of them stiffened on their bar stools, sitting up straight, a glazed look in both sets of eyes. For the next few moments, their identities blurred and faded as both felt and thought what the other did.

Roy felt sexy and aroused. His nipples were hard against the halter top and his pussy was warm and wet. He loved the way that men looked at him, especially the way Atticus was looking. He wondered how big the black man's dick was and if he'd get a chance to see it. He ached to be fucked. Damn, he needed it so bad!

Megan wanted Roy, to have her cock buried in him and pounding away. He always felt so damn good! She wondered what he'd look like with Atticus fucking him, given the was looking at her husband she knew he wanted to. That black cock...was he bigger than her? What would it look like? Feel like? Taste like? Shit, did that make her gay?

The exchange of feelings and emotions lasted only a few seconds and then they were back. Roy shook his head slowly and lifted a hand to rub his forehead. He'd just felt...a lot...strange. He was half hard too. And had a desire. One he'd thought of before but never admitted. He wanted to be fucked. Megan blinked and leaned forward onto the bar, "Wow! Yeah, you're not kidding this is strong!"

Her husband nodded, his brain catching up to the conversation. "Oh, cool. A native son, huh? My family actually came from here but that was, like, a hundred years ago. We're in Baltimore now." He shrugged, "I always wanted to visit 'cause of that." He got up from his stool, "Excuse me, need to visit the head."

Megan nodded, finishing her beer. She was looking at her husband with hungry eyes as he walked away. He'd only be gone a few minutes. "Hey, Atticus. Do you know any sex shops around that are open late? I think...I need to buy a few things before I take that sweet ass of his. Uh, home, I mean. Take that ass home."

Atticus sees the reaction, yet says nothing of it. Sometimes it is best to let the mind wander and wonder.

"yes my ancestors where forced to work her." Was Atticus's way of saying his ancestors were slaves. "Though now we work as we choose .... though one should never forget."

He looked to Roy as he excused himself ... simply smiled, knowing that when he went to do his thing, as sexually excited as he was, his cock would be shriveled as if he had stepped from a cold pool. Atticus simply smiled as he was now alone with Megan.

He heard her ask of the sex shops as he poured the clearly drunken couple another beer. This time adding one for himself as now nearly 6am, the sun was starting to brighten the streets and the other patrons had since left, leaving only the couple and Atticus.

"You are a naughty woman." Atticus stood back knowing that his own long, thick hard cock would be in the view of Megan. "Nearly insatable ... needing so much ... knowing men want you ... yet can only Roy satisfy you." Atticus moves from the bar, now towering over her as he stands next to her. "White women lust fot the taboo .... don't you."

He leans down and chants. "For you Megan ... Roy dreams of this ... yet not as it will be ... for your actions tonight will set him free."

Atticus leans forward picking up the empty beers ... allowing Megan to take in his musky aroma.

 

[Armphid]

Megan looked at him with eyes glazed from drink as much as from the brief mind merge. Oh, God! Her eyes widened at the sight of the massive cock straining his shorts. That...could it be real? It was, she knew. "God. Damn. That's...woof!" She nibbled her lower lip and nodded when he asked about the taboo, the idea of being with a black man...fuck, she'd never thought about it before but she was now.

When he leaned over her, she gazed up in confusion. "Roy wants...you to fuck me? Or him? I don't understand what you-"

"Hey, baby!" Roy stepped up to the bar and put an arm around her. "Sun us out, we made it!" He picked up the fresh beer and took a big draw from it, "All right!"

"Yeah!" She grinned and then reached down to slap her husband's ass, "Finish that beer, baby! I have plans for thus sweet ass."

Roy laughed but he was blushing, "Down, girl!" He looked over at Atticus, "You really made time fly and kept us good and lit. You're an awesome guy. We should totally hook up while we're here!" He paused and then added, "To hang out, I mean."

His wife snickered, "Are you sure?"

 

[justmethatswho]

Atticus simply smiled at the naive couple, in particular Roy, in that he would be the one to receive the family curse. This would be only the start.

He knew when they arrived at their condo, Megan would see the gift ... a gift she would use on Roy .... his body would react in pure pleasure and the curse would be set further in motion.

"I am sorry Megan and Rori." He teased his deep accent hiding his true inted words. "Must clean up ... and prepare for the day ... you two enjoy .... our paths will soon cross again." Atticus smiled broadly .... proud of what he had set forth.

 

[Armphid]

The young couple made their way back across the city, neither speaking much, but both laughing and touching. It was hard to say who was groping whose ass more. They got a number of looks from the early rising denizens of the city; that kind of activity was for nighttime, after all. But the two tourists ignored it all, barely able to keep their hands off of one another.

Roy felt hornier than he could remember ever feeling and his cock was half hard but seemed not to go further. Had he drunk too much? God damn..but he still was so turned on. And all the more hot because of how different Megan was.

His blonde wife was more aggressive than ever as they walked up to the door of their rented condo. She had a hand down the back of his pants, rubbing his ass, her chest pressed against his back, "Feel so good, baby. Damn, you have such a fine ass! I always thought so. I can't believe I never thought of wanting to..."

Roy shivered as her voice trailed off, "Wanting to what?"

"Mm. Just open the door, baby. We need to get inside now." He unlocked the door and she pushed them both inside. Megan turned him around and kissed him hard and hungry, both hands squeezing his ass so hard it started to hurt. When the kiss broke, she smiled, "Go to the bedroom and get naked for me, baby. I'm going to the bathroom and I'll be riiight back."

The two went upstairs together and into the large bedroom. Roy went towards the bed, starting to strip off his clothes. Megan watched a moment and then went into the bathroom. It was large as well with a shower as well as a big whirlpool tub that had room for at least both of them as well as the usual facilities. Megan went to the sink and ran it a moment, splashing water on her face and then looking at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't get it out of her mind. Roy's ass. And the desire to fuck it. To see his pink spread open, hear him moaning like a bitch, and to be the one reaming him...ever since Atticus has spoken to her, the thought wouldn't leave her alone.

She licked her lips and nodded at her reflection, "I'm doing it. I'm going to fuck my husband's ass." Now...with that? Her hairbrush handle? That might work. The Internet model looked around the bathroom and then paused. Sitting on the side of the tub was a black gift bag, tied with a little white ribbon. She didn't remember that being here when they left last night. Part of her mind knew she should be suspicious but instead she walked over, "And what are you?" Megan untied the ribbon and pulled the bag open to look inside and her mouth dropped open in shock. Then she smiled a lion-like grin, "Someones' been thoughtful. That will do nicely."

Roy was naked in the bedroom, looking out the large windows that flanked the bed. His lean body was smooth and hairless, a result of denuding himself too many times with chemicals during his swimming days, but Megan liked it, so it was fine. His skin was creamy and complete, his plush ass pert and perky. His balls were heavy and his half hard cock hung between his legs. He had wanted to fuck Megan earlier, it was true. But now...he couldn't get the idea out of his head. Not of fucking...but of being fucked. what was wrong with him? His wife was a minx! One of the hottest bitches in this whole city and he couldn't make himself want to do her right now.

No, he just wanted...

"Baby." Megan's voice was sultry, "I've got a surprise for you."

He turned and gasped. "Oh...fuck me..." That. That was what he wanted.

Megan stood in the middle of the room, hands on her hips, mostly naked. Her high, large, round breasts were more than a man could hold in his hands and her stomach was flat and taut, her waist trim. Her legs were long and shapely and her hips a gentle swell. He couldn't see her bare pussy but he could smell her arousal. And he couldn't see it because of the cock. Around her waist was a set of straps and fastenings and jutting from her cunt was a long, thick, extremely realistic cock that was a dark brown and textured to look close to the real thing. She was grinning wickedly, "Oh, I'm going to, baby. Believe it. This big black cock of mine is going to wreck your bitch ass."

Roy shivered again and felt his cock twitch and throb. "Oh, God, baby...yes. Please." He approached her but before he could reach out, she grabbed him and pulled him into her, kissing him with hunger. Her arms went around his waist and her hands again fondled his ass; he moaned into the kiss and slid his arms about her neck. Her fake cock pressed against his stomach and they both let out happy groans at the feel of it.

The kiss broke and Roy looked down between them at the strap-on. "You look SO hot right now. Fuck, that thing looks great."

"It feels great," she said. "It has an end that goes in me too, angled just right to rub my G-spot while I pound you, baby." Megan kissed him again, "Now get it good and wet, my slut hubby. Suck it."

Roy's cock swelled to further hardness. Why was he getting hard now and not before? "Yes, love." He sank to his knees in front of her and looked up at the majestic sight of his wife and her huge dick. She grasped the base of it and rubbed it against his cheeks before poking it at his lips. Roy ran his tongue over the head and groaned. God, why did he...why did he like this? It shouldn't feel good to be the one sucking the cock, even if it was a fake one. But it did. He opened wide and took the head into his mouth, his full lips sealing about it.

"Oh, you hot slut!" Megan ran a hand through his hair as she looked down at him. "You look so hot, baby, and so right like that! On your knees, a black cock between those perfect dick sucking lips." She gasped as he started to really suckle and move his head up and down on the first few inches of it, making the end inside her move and rub against her inner walls. "Ohh, fuck, that's a good little whore. Suck that cock, my pretty boy bitch."

The sounds of his throat working as he pulled in her fake dick over and over filled the room along with her soft giggling and moans. Her length was glistening with his spit as he gulped her down. She cooed, "I think you're as good a cock sucker as I am, Roy baby. No, wait. Rori. Isn't that what Atticus called you? Hee! Little Rori the cock hungry slut." God, she couldn't take it anymore! She took hold of his hair in both hands and pulled his head back making him cry out as her strap on came out of him.

"Ahh! M-megan, what the hell?" He looked up at her, "I was doing good...wasn't I?"

"Oh, baby!" She beamed at him, "You were doing great. So great I can't wait anymore. Bend over the bed, baby doll, I have got to fuck you. Right God damn now."

Roy blushed and part of him wanted to argue and protest but instead he just smiled like a bashful ingenue and moved over to the bed. He bent over and lay his stomach down on it, spreading his legs apart. "Does my ass look good?"

"It looks perfect!" Megan stepped up behind him, grabbing a cheek in each hand and squeezing hard before slapping them, laughing as he jumped at the contact. She ran her tool between his crack and then prodded the head against his puckered bud. "I should have to lube you up, stretch you, get you ready...but I know I don't have to. Because you were made to be fucked, baby. You'll take this dick like a natural. Right...now."

"AHHH!" Roy buried his face in the mattress as she pressed against his hole. Fuck! There was pressure, so much pressure...and pain...and-"FUCK!" There was a sudden lurch as his sphincter gave way and she drive the head and a good two inches of her toy into his once virgin ass. His hands clenched at the sheets, twisting them in his heads, eyes screwed shut, stinging from the tears that ran down his face. It...fuck, it hurt! She'd just split him open!


"Oh, baby. You look so right like this." Megan bent forward to brush her tits against his back, her stiff nipples sweetly scratching. "Shh, it's okay. You'll get used to it in juuust a minute or two. Relax. Realize you want it. Accept it. That you want it. That you love it."

Her husband whimpered, nodding slowly. It...it was hurting less already. Was that right? Everything he'd ever read said you had to take it slow with anal. When he fucked Megan's ass on their first anniversary, he'd taken a good half hour to loosen and ready her ass, as well as all the foreplay beforehand. But now...she'd just rammed it in, using only his own spit for lube, and...and it didn't...it felt...better. "I...yes. It's...fading. I feel so full, baby."

"Hee. And that's just the first quarter of it." The busty blonde slipped an actual, if small, bottle of lube from the back of the harness and opened it to drizzle some on the remaining shaft before rubbing it over the surface. "Ready for more?"

"...yes," he whispered. Then he gasped and moaned as she started a slow pushing motion and fed more and more and more of the fake black cock into his tight hole. She did so slowly but steadily and with firmness. Roy twitched beneath her and whimpered, his balls tight and his own cock hard. Hard now, of all times, that he had a dick in his ass! He then gasped as he felt the feeling of her hips and the leather of the harness against his cheeks. "Ahh, that's-"

"All of it." Megan's voice was loving and delighted. "You took it all, sweetie, I'm so proud." She stroked his back and leaned down to kiss the back of his neck, "You feel so good and look SO hot, lover. God, I should have pegged you years ago." She straightened up and took hold of his hips, "Ready to be fucked?"

Roy took a few deep breaths. Then he licked his lips, "God, yes. Fuck me. Fu-uhHHHNN!" His breath was then blasted out of him as she drew about half of her length back and then plunged it in again. "Ah, fuck! So big!"

"That's right!" She was beaming as she pumped her hips, her hands pulling him back onto her when she thrust forward, "My big cock is taking you, baby. Making you a slut!" The end that was in her felt like it was vibrating now; sending even more sensation through her. Fuck, where had this thing come from? Not that she fucking cared! "And I love it! You're making me feel so good, Roy, sweetie!"

"S-suh so happy, tha-ahhh, that I can," he gasped. "I want you to feel gooood, want you to enjoy it, enjoy me." He let out a yelp as her right hand cracked down on his ass with a stinging slap. "AhH! Oh, Megan, love, wife, don't stop, please, give me more!"

"That's my baby boy, that's by good bitch," she answered. Her hips were plunging madly now, no intent or attempt to draw this out, determined to fuck them both into bliss with ferocious, eager speed. She could feel her core tightening....so soon? Damn! "I...can't believe it! I think...oh, Roy, baby, I'm going to cum from pegging your ass, you dirty slut!"

Fuck! Roy groaned, pushing his ass back against her pounding thrusts, "Oh, God! Do it, please, I'm so close, cum, baby! Cum from fucking me so I can cream like a bitch on your huge cock!" He then cried out, head going back as he did just that. His own manhood trembled and bulged before he fired a huge gout of his seed onto the floor, "AhH! Megan, Megan, baby, baby, cumming, oh, fuck, from you, your coooooock..."

"Gnn! Bitch! Yeah!" Megan crowed and her hips began to buck wildly, her pussy spasming and clamping down on the end of the toy inside her as she creamed on it. "Just, uhhhh, wish I could be cumming in your ass too! Oh, creaming, baby, creaming from fucking you, from you being my naughty whore!"

They shook and quaked in the throes of passion for a few moments more and then Megan groaned and all but collapsed on top of Roy. The married couple lay in weak, golden bliss for a few minutes, regaining their breath. After a bit, Megan slowly began to rise and then drew back, a hiss coming from Roy as her strap-on slid out of him. It came free, bouncing in the air, and she cooed. "Your ass looks even sweeter now." She reached down and tugged on a few clever hitches and the harness came off her hips, sliding down her legs, the end of the toy that was in her slithering out of her soaking pussy.

Roy crawled further forward and onto the bed, feeling Megan joining him. She snuggled next to him, slightly on top. He looked up at her with a tired smile, "...I love you."

"And I love you," she answered. Things were going to change now. She knew that somehow. There was no going back from this. They kissed and then let their heads fall, the married couple falling finally into sleep together.

 

[justmethatswho]

Atticus had finished his clearing had turned into bed. The aura of voodoo still filled the air as he lay in bed smiling.

On occasion he would mumble to himself to please the voodoo.

"oh Roy your Megan ... shall be in your end a peggin."

"He shall see
what is like to be
for the end is near
he will not fear
his days are short
but he is soon to be in the court"

Oh Megan in motion you deliver the potion.

Atticus could sense the actions of the naive couple.

When the couple awoke, the strapon would gone, each believing the night may have been simply a erotic dream. Yet the ache Roy felt would assure, the night had happened. Megan would also have a new confidence over him. His chest would also be tender, as unbeknown to either Megan or Roy, as Megans pussy pulsed in orgasm, the strapon ejaculated a potion which would set in place unreversable events.

...

Atticus was up early tending the pool at the condo as a lifeguard. His muscular body on display in the tiny red speedo. The events where in place and soon the young couple would come to the pool and they would fall deeper into the Labelle Curse. Atticus simply sat patiently smiling to himself.

 

[Armphid]

The young married couple had awoken slowly and separately hours after passing out from a long, long day and the delicious fury of their love making. Megan had gotten up first and found herself confused. She remembered, or thought she remembered, using a strap on to peg her husband. But there was no strap on. There was no mysterious gift bag. She had still been drunk when they got back in the early morning hours...had she just fallen asleep and dreamed it? It had felt so real. Even if she couldn't remember it clearly.

She snapped a few shots of herself before and after her shower, uploaded them on her website, and made coffee. She was on the little balcony of their condo when Roy finally woke up.

His ass ached and he groaned as he made his way to the bathroom. Megan...last night, she'd...she'd fucked him. Reamed his ass with a black strap on and he remembered loving it. He'd come from it. But the bed was clean and there was no evidence that it had happened. Other than his ass ached. And felt strangely...empty.

After cleaning up, he met Megan on the balcony, both of them clad only in thin robes. They kissed in the late morning light, ignoring the rest of the world happening around them. Megan made Roy take a series of pictures of her in the robe; teasing opening it partly, then slowly stripping, and finally a few of her posing nude in the open air.

Roy rarely helped her with this but when she told him, he found that he couldn't say no. Once they went back in, she edited them, uploaded them for her Patreon, they discussed what they wanted to do. They didn't talk about what had happened between them last night; neither comfortable with their memory and unsure of what the other might say.

~~~~~~~~~​

An hour later, the two of them walked into the pool area. It was a cloudy day so there were only two other people there; an older couple who looked like they were trying to sleep off hangovers in the pool loungers.

Roy was wearing a pair of snug orange shorts but he'd also put on a t-shirt. His chest was oddly sensitive today, tender almost. Megan wore a stylish and skimpy bikini in blue swirled through with green. She had a towel wrapped around her waist when they arrived but peeled it off to expose her suit and her toned but curvaceous body.

Roy looked at the lifeguard chair at the other end if the pool and blinked. "Hey, baby, look." He smiled at the sight of the familiar man from last night and they both walked towards where he sat, "Atticus, good morning!" Man, that guy's body was great! And the way that little Speedo bulged...it was obscene. And hot. Why was this turning him on? "You should have mentioned you worked here. How's the day treating you?"

 

[justmethatswho]

Atticus had spotted the couple approaching but paid little attention to them as they approached.

"Good morning young lovers ... I work many jobs ... you will see me in many places ... after last night I consider you my friends." Atticus stood to put his body on display ... twitching his muscles slightly as he did.

Staring down from his lifeguard chair upon Megan in her skimpy bikini .. he maid no effort to divert his look even though her husband was standing next to her. " Oh Megan you look so devine this morning ... the men must lust for you." He teased.

Then he turned his focus to Roy, looking at his fit body. Atticus could see Roy's desire confusing him. "Roy ol boy .. you look a bit sore .... almost like a whore." He joked as he cast the spell upon him.

 

[Armphid]

Megan's cheeks were flushed but she smiled at the brawny dark skinned man's compliment as well as his frank and open ogling of her. God, she liked that! The way he was looking at her like he wanted to have her here and now! And right in front of Roy, no less! "I hope so, that's kind of the point. Does it work on you?"

She wanted it to. She wanted the tall, muscular, handsome, hung, black man to want her. He looked so incredible right now. He was a damn Adonis...and the way that little Speedo bulged...it looked like it might rip apart from trying to contain his monster.

Roy blushed at both his wife's actions and Atticus' words. But he wasn't wrong. He was sore and he felt, well, he felt...horny. Eager, but eager to be used. "Yeah, it was a...crazy night and morning. I must have...slept on something strange," he said, trying to laugh it off.

 

[justmethatswho]

"I hope so, that's kind of the point. Does it work on you?"

Atticus simply smiles at Megan. She is a tease ... a tease Roy likes. "Oh Megan ... you are such a tease ... but soon you shall willingly please. " He smiled. "It would only be lust if it where to be a wish unfulfilled."

Atticus eased from the lifeguard chair and moved to the couple watching Megan and Roy as did.

Sometime on your journey here .. I should show the two of you some real history ... my families history." Atticus explained to the couple. "Maybe take you two to an old plantation. Roy ... didn't you say your ancestors were from here."

He then moved to Megan if for no other reason to display his body then he whispered only to her. "So white girl ... have you ever had a man." He looked at Roy. "I mean a real man not that girly man. Though it would not be proper of me to fuck another mans with without her husbands approval.""

 

[Armphid]

What he said about Megan about her pleasing, that it would only be lust it the desire went unfulfilled sent a shiver through both members of the young married couple. Did that mean he was going to...? Roy felt a strange tingle in his chest and his cock; should this be turning him on? Megan's smile was wider and her stiffening nipples could be seen through the fabric of he'd bikini top.

Roy nodded at the next topic, glad to get away from the confusing feelings for a moment. "I'd like to see some history here, sure. I bet your family has some incredible history around here." He shrugged, "I did say my family was around from here but that was a long time ago. I don't think there's anything left of them here now. But it would be cool to ser if there was."

Megan smiled at him, "Babe, set up the towels and the rest, please?"

"Sure!"

Atticus then came closer to her and she felt herself growing warmer from the nearness if his majestic body. His words shocked her but also delighted her. She blushed and ran her eyes over him, licking her lips, "A real man? Well, Roy is a real man and the best I've ever been with." She'd had quite a few lovers before settling down and her husband was the best of them all. "But no one like you. No one so strong, so muscled, so...big. Or, well, no black men." Her heart was pounding in her chest. "So...are you saying you want to fuck me but only if Roy says it's okay?"

God, she wanted him to fuck her. It was wrong and she knew it but the desire was there.

 

[justmethatswho]

"But no one like you. No one so strong, so muscled, so...big. Or, well, no black men." Her heart was pounding in her chest. "So...are you saying you want to fuck me but only if Roy says it's okay?"

Atticus smiled letting her words set in.

"Of course Megan ... I am not one to screw anothers wife ... without him knowing." He sensed her excitement, as he moved in close though Roys was shielded from seeing,, Atticus moved himself so that his cock was quite close to her hand. "Go ahead ... touch me if you like ... sample the goods."

...

"Oh Roy ... long time ago ... my ancestors date back to then ... maybe they knowed one another" Atticus teased. "though I suppose our family stories may be quite different. I would love to show you to the bayou and a plantation."

 

[Armphid]

Megan's generous tits heaved in her bikini top, nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Oh, God. Was she really going to ask Roy to let her fuck another man? Then he moved closer, easily able to hide her from Roy's eyes just with his larger body, and offered her the chance to touch it. "Oh, my God...yes."

Her hand shook just a bit as she closed the small distance and ran her hand over his bulge. "Oh. Oh, fuck." He felt thick, heavy, long. How was he able to fit it in that little suit? "I'll do it. I'll ask him. Oh, I can't believe it." She looked up into Atticus' face, "I'll make him say yes. I've just got to see, to feel, taste, this monster black cock."

Roy was unaware of his wife's actions or her promise to their new friend. He had set up the towels, sun screen, drinks and other items they'd brought on two lounger chairs beside the lifeguard chair. Atticus wanted to show them the bayou too? Great! More time to spend with the strong, charming man. And see more of the real New Orleans too. "Sounds good to me. I want to see and do as many, as much as I can." He'd almost said something different. "It's possible there's a connection between our families but I'd have no way to know. My grandparents never told my dad or I anything about the family's history here. My great grandparents didn't either from what Dad says."

He shrugged, It would be interesting to know but there's really no way for me to learn anything about it." Roy glanced over at the black Adonis and his wife. "What are you guys talking about?"

 

[justmethatswho]

Looking down at Megan as she touched Atticus, he was certain she would be filed with erotic excitement. His own cock twitching as there was little not to desire of the lovely busty blonde.

"I'll do it. I'll ask him. Oh, I can't believe it." She looked up into Atticus' face, "I'll make him say yes. I've just got to see, to feel, taste, this monster black cock."

"Then all you have to do is ask?" Again with her hand upon his cock the bulge grew.

"Sounds good to me. I want to see and do as many, as much as I can." He'd almost said something different. "It's possible there's a connection between our families but I'd have no way to know. My grandparents never told my dad or I anything about the family's history here. My great grandparents didn't either from what Dad says."

"thats a shame Roy .. a families history should be passed down .. the joys the sorrows ... the lessons of pleasure and shame .... so as we learn from our ancestors mistakes. Quite unfortunate that your ancestors would not privilage you to avoid the mistakes of their past."

"What are you guys talking about?"

"We are talking of desire and wants ... tell me Roy ... what is it you desire ... what is it you want." Atticus looked back over his shoulder, Megan's hand still upon him. His eyes glariing like truth serum upon Roy, as if giving Roy no choice but to speak honestly of his desires and wants.

 

[Armphid]

Megan let out a soft gasp as Atticus looked back at Roy and asked that penetrating question, his eyes suddenly fierce, commanding, even a little...angry, maybe? But the married woman didn't take her hand from him, her small white hand still caressing and seeking out the shape and form of the still growing and swelling dick that looked like it would pop out of the speedo at any moment.

Roy looked taken aback. "What do I desire? What do I want?" The brawny black man's eyes held his and it felt almost like they were boring into him. It struck him, and did so with certainty, that Atticus knew about what had happened this morning when the white couple had gotten back to their lodgings. That he knew Roy had taken a black strap on up his ass and loved it, cried out, came from being fucked. And that he'd thought of Atticus fucking him as well, of how it would feel with a real cock, a big black cock.

He stood in silence for a few moments and then took a deep breath. "This morning...something happened. I think it did. I don't remember and there's no evidence. Maybe it was a dream. But Megan had a strap-on and...and she fucked me." He was blushing now and glanced to the other couple at the far end of the pool who still seemed to be asleep in their loungers. "And...and I loved it. I begged for more. I came from being fucked in the ass. And ever since I woke up, I-I wanted to feel it again."

"Oh, baby," Megan sighed.

Roy went on, "But I think it started last night, somehow. When we met you. Because I want her to fuck me again, but...but I want a real dick. And I want it to be yours, Atticus." He then blinked and clapped a hand over his mouth as if he could stop the words already spoken. "Fuck. Fuck, I-I'm sorry, I, uh, w-we should go."

 

[justmethatswho]

"But I think it started last night, somehow. When we met you. Because I want her to fuck me again, but...but I want a real dick. And I want it to be yours, Atticus."



Atticus simply smiled as Megans hand was still upon his growing cock as Roy spewed out his confession. The curse was taking place much quicker than even he had expected.

"That can be arranged my boy Roy. Though you think you are ready for this ... my package that is .. heck it even scares your lovely wife." Atticus scorned toward Roy ... "Though like you she desires a fucking by a real man."

Slowly Atticus in front of Roy moved his hand to Megan's breast. "This should anger you Roy ... yet you are jealous are you not. " Atticus gropes her breast firmly.

"I never fuck a married lover without permission ... it is clear you both desire me ... yet you will both have approve."

Atticus moved now away leaving Meagan behind, till he was standing near Roy. His hand moved between Roys legs, groping his small little cock. "Do tell me Roy ... what exites you more, me pegging you are me pegging Meagan." Then Atticus whispered into Roy's ear. "Or maybe ... me fucking you .. with you in your wifes body."

Atticus stood up and asked. "tell me Roy ... what is is you really want.

 

[Armphid]

Megan shivered at the Atticus spoke, about her and towards her husband. She liked it but at the same time, it gave her a chill. He seemed determined to browbeat Roy even as he tried to seduce them. She let out a gasp and then a moan as he groped her tit, flushing, "Ohh, your hand is so strong!"

Then he turned away from her and strode towards Roy, leaving her feeling jilted and jealous. Hey! She was the hot bitch, here!

Roy did feel angry, but only a little. He did feel jealous though, of Atticus a little, but more of Megan for having the black man touch her. When the taller man came to him, touched him, Roy stiffened and let out a groan, his cock growing hard in his swim trunks.

The question confused him. Which did he want more? And what did he mean about being in Megan's body? This was all so sudden and all so crazy! "I don't understand...me in her body? No...I'd want you to...to fuck us both, in our bodies. Though...I...I will be jealous of Megan, getting to feel you in her pussy. God, I bet it would be amazing!"

"Oh, I know it will, baby," Megan said. She walked up behind Atticus, "Just like it will to see him dicking you, my sweet little bitch boy."

 

[justmethatswho]

Atticuss simply smiled at Megans 'bitch boy' comment about Roy. His hand groped Roy a bit more firmly.

"Well I shall duck both of you then, as it appears you both approve.". He smiled to the young couple. He moved his other hand between Megans legs. "I am impressed you both seem excited. Shall we do this hear or back in your condo and who will be first.?"

 

[Armphid]

Megan gasped and then moaned as Atticus' strong hand groped her pussy through her bikini bottom. Right out in public? Fuck, he was bold! And that was super hot! "I'd love do to it here. Right here by the pool, that's be so hot and so dirty!"

Roy groaned as the larger man's hand fondled him, "Y-you're right it would be hot, but baby, what if someone sees? We'll get arrested or at best thrown out of here and then what? And what about my career? If there are pictures or an arrest for public indecency, let alone what we'd actually be doing..." It took effort to think of those things; actual effort. It was like something was trying to make him not think, to just make him act like a desperate whore.

He licked his lips and decided to take a risk, "Atticus, you're the lifeguard. If you can get the other people here to leave and close the pool so no one else comes in or can look in...then let's do it right here." Megan clapped her hands. "Otherwise, we'll have to go back to the condo."