Naturally Stacked Stories: That Voodoo That You Do

Jelena sits at her table, shuffling tarot like a woman with time on her hands, when the phone rings. It’s Angela, sobbing, just learned her husband’s been screwing around. Jelena tells her to come over. Angela shows up looking wrecked, spills everything, mascara running, voice cracking. When she steps away to wash her face, Jelena slips into the kitchen, muttering an old spell under her breath. She pulls a crude doll from a drawer, sticks her fingers in black wax, and starts working. Angela returns and drops onto the couch, but a sudden chill slides down her back like ice. Jelena smiles in the kitchen. She pinches the doll’s nipples, runs her tongue between its crude legs, watches through the doorway as Angela jerks and moans, legs clamping shut like she doesn’t know what’s happening to her. Jelena ambles back out, feigning innocence, acting surprised when Angela’s hips start grinding against the cushions. “You hitting on me?” Jelena teases, eyebrows lifted. Angela shakes her head, mumbles something about her marriage, but her body is burning. Jelena keeps talking, voice low, until Angela’s resistance melts. Jelena leans in, sucks hard on her big nipples, tongues her deep and slow, then strips off her own top. Angela can’t hold back anymore; she latches onto Jelena’s breasts, tongue flicking and sucking, breath hot and fast. They stagger to the bedroom. Angela buries her face between Jelena’s tits again, hungry, licking every inch. Jelena pushes her onto her back, yanks her skirt down, slides two fingers past the edge of purple panties and strokes until Angela gasps. Then she replaces her fingers with her mouth, sucks hard, tongue swirling. Angela claws at Jelena’s jeans, gets them off, spreads her legs and eats her like she’s starving. When Jelena comes she groans low and rough, thighs twitching. Angela slides up, straddles Jelena’s hips, grinds her wet cunt against Jelena’s in hard, steady thrusts until both women shake. They switch, take turns riding each other’s faces, tongues buried deep. Angela comes first, crying out, grinding harder against Jelena’s mouth. Jelena doesn’t stop. She flips Angela onto her back, scissors her legs tight and rides until Angela shudders again, then fingers her fast and mean, forces her over the edge one more time. Angela retaliates in sixty-nine, sucking Jelena’s clit until they both break, mouths full of each other, coming so hard the bed creaks.