Voodoo Never Forgets (closed for justmethatswho)

[justmethatswho]

Atticus simply watched as the tow lovers fucked, soon Megan was letting her desires known, shouting at Rori, further propelling Rori down the path.

Fucking love being fucked, don't you? .... Pussy, ass, mouth, tits, hands, all there go be fucked! ..... You love drinking cum? Feeling sprayed on your skin, in your hair? You love feeling a hot load being fired into you? .... You love sucking cock? You love eating pussy? .... You love drinking cum? Feeling sprayed on your skin, in your hair? You love feeling a hot load being fired into you? ...."And you'll be fucked the rest of your life, girl! You'll stay hot and sexy and young looking no matter how old you get, and you'll have as much sex, as much dick, as much use as you can get every day, every year of your life! ....

Atticus smiled as Megan cast the spell so well .. the life of the sluts ... so eager and willing to please. As she spun Rori to take her cock in her mouth for a load pushing her back, Rori exhausted, only to have Megan finish spewing her load upon Rori's body.

Rori exhausted was lost in her orgasm. Megan felt the thrill of the male orgasm and would soon realize unlike the lingering pleasure of the female orgasm, a man's fade's quickly.

Atticus snapped his fingers as he spoke ... "For enough from Megan ... you had your chance ... yet you could not deny ... your desire is clear and you feel it now ... the envy of Rori ... is to be your how."

Atticus watched Megan look upon Rori .. certain her desire and jealousy would fill her ... envious that it was rori who got fucked and not her.

"Sleep." Atticus whispered and watched Megan fall along side Rori in bed. When she awoke her cock would be gone, her pussy needing attention. Was the night a dream. Yet to confirm it was not she was certain to see the hard seed of cum upon Rori's body.

Atticus checked the website numbers and the cash was flowing in. He simply smiled.

... When the lovers finally awoke, there would be clean bedding to make the bed, there was a shower out back, if one could call it a shower. A bucket with cold water hung with a curtain around it if the lovers chose to bathe. In the closet the uniform of the day.

 

[Armphid]

Rori was the first to wake. She felt warmth on her bare skin that wasn't from Megan's sleeping form. Her green eyes open and she blinked; sunlight was pouring into the little cabin from the windows; the ragged curtains doing little to keep it out. Where was she? This wasn't the hotel room.

The events of last night flashed into her mind's eye all at once. That's right. They were at the plantation. Atticus had directed them to this cabin. She looked around the sparse wooden building. Simple, primitive even. There was the bed, a crate on which the now extinguished candle sat, and what looked like a recessed closet. There was fresh bedding set by the door. Rori sat up and swung her legs down. She stood with a groan; last night hadn't been the most restful in her life.

God, had it all been real? There was something dry and flaky on her skin. Was that...what was left of Megan's cum? "It was real." And that meant...she slid a hand down between her legs and gasped when she touched her pussy. She had a pussy!

Okay, wow. Well, while she might want to freak out, she doubted that Atticus and anyone else here would want them to waste the morning. Rori walked back to the bed, "Megan. Megan, wake up, baby."

The natural blonde stirred, "Wha? Uhh. Morning. Okay, getting up." Her hand moved to check and found, "No more cock."

Rori shook her head, "No. But you did have it. I've still got your cum on me."

"Lucky." Megan got out of bed. "I wish I could have been fucked. God, I feel so empty!" She then laughed, "It's so weird that I'm not concerned about the mystery dick I had and just want to be fucked."

"I know!" Rori started pulling the blanket and sheets off the bed. "But I guess...I've been turned into a woman so..."

"Yeah. What's one more impossible change?" Megan assisted in stripping the bed and then putting the new linens on. They were still simple but seemed fresher and nicer than the previous ones. Still nude, the two women went outside and found a line on which they hung the old bedding to air out.

Then they walked around the back of the cabin and found the shower. They both stared in disappointed frustration for a minute or so. Megan crossed her arms under her tits, "God damn it. This sucks! A bucket of water? Probably ice cold, I bet."

"Yeah," Rori sighed. "But it's what we have. And we should go to the house dirty and smelling on yesterday's sex and sweat." Megan still looked rebellious. "It'll be all right. I'll wash you, you wash me, and then...ice bucket challenge time."

"Fine."

Rori went back inside the cabin. They didn't have any washcloths or towels, so she regretfully tore a strip from her mini-dress to wash with. Then she came back out and handed it to Megan. She stood by the post while her former wife dipped the cloth in the cold water and then started to rub her down with it. She whimpered, "Fuck, that's cold!" Goosebumps stood up on her skin and her nipples grew stiff. After she'd been wiped down, they switched and she did the same to Megan. Then it came time.

Megan stood up and kissed Rori's full lips. Their tongues twined and wrestled as she lifted the bucket. The kiss broke. "Ready?" Rori nodded and Megan took a few breath and upended the bucket over them both.

"Aahh! Shit! Fuck!" Both women shrieked and hopped around; their bodies shocked by the cold water pouring down. Their tits bounced and assed jiggled as they both jumped around, shivering even in the Southern sun. After a few minutes, they were more or less under control and a still shivering Rori put the bucket back on it's pole.

They went back into the cabin, dripping dry. Megan went to the closet. "Let's see what clothes he has for us. Wish we had a comb and a brush. Or some make up."

Rori shrugged, "We'll look as good as we can. Now let's get dressed and then get to the house."