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A Dark and Strange Visitation
by Your Teddy Bear (ytedbear@yahoo.com)
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Wife is subjected to voodoo spells and has an illicite
affair with a young black teen and consequences ensue.
(F/m-teen, voy, mc, intr, preg)
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Jack Duncan is a free-lance professional photographer
specializing in unusual natural science work and is on
assignment to develop a photo essay on Haiti. His wife
Debbie is researching and writing a paper on Voodoo.
They have been married for 10 years forming a
distinctive team that combined her research and
journalistic skills with his award winning photography.
As a result they traveled widely on numerous coveted
projects from acclaimed international organizations.
The past 2 years had been rough on their marriage.
Jack, at 56 stood about 5'10" and weighed nearly 275
pounds. His weight and smoking had led to erectile
dysfunction and an inability to perform sexually. Side-
effects of the popular drug therapies posed grave
consequences to him which in effect eliminated
medication as an option. The humiliation led to a low
self-esteem and eventually he withdrew from any kind of
physical relationship with Debbie.
On the other hand Debbie is only 32 having met Jack
while a student at the university while he was teaching
a class in ancient cultures. She has a PhD in
Anthropology but looks more like a model. She has wavy,
natural blonde hair atop a 5'6" body weighing 123
pounds. Blessed with a stunningly beautiful face and
stark green eyes, Debbie has shapely hips carried on
long, lovely legs. With supple breasts filling a B-cup,
she is a striking woman.
Although impotent, Jack's appetite for eroticism had
not vanished. Having a pretty wife he discovered a new
arousal through visual stimulation. Although he never
spoke to her about his feelings, he secretly harbored a
desire for public exhibitionism by Debbie and
encouraged a selection of fashions to provoke that
behavior.
As part of their assignment Debbie was researching the
Voodoo-si, women who serve the Mawu, the supreme Voodoo
being. Everyday she went searching the main streets and
back alleys she could find to develop her understanding
of the subject matter.
One day exploring an alley she abruptly ran into a
strange boy. She was struck by his piercing clear blue
eyes. He was barefoot, dressed only in a dirty pair of
jockey shorts and was small in stature and slightly
built. With his hair in dread-locks, his facial
features and stark black complexion pointed to an
aboriginal heritage. With a surprising authority he
took Debbie by the hand and pulled, leading her away.
She felt unable to resist. He led her into a narrow,
dim alley between broken down shacks. Debbie asked
"where are you taking me?" The boy just mumbled "Hattie
will see you."
"Who is Hattie?" she asked.
"Who you are seeking," was his answer.
On unsteady legs she followed passively. The boy took
Debbie to a little beachside shop. When they entered
she saw this was the place of Madam Hattie, a local
fortune teller. The boy led Debbie to a small room with
one lit candle in the middle of a tiny round table and
then simply disappeared.
Regaining her composure, Debbie was greeted by a short,
round black lady dressed in flowing purple robes
entering the room through a draped doorway. "You may
call me Hattie," she began. Hattie dominated the
conversation. Soon she said, "I will tell your future,"
and proceeded to take Debbie's hands in hers and turn
them palms up studying intently. Debbie stared into her
eyes and felt as if this woman was looking into her
mind.
Quickly she let go of her hands and took out a deck of
Tarot cards and counted out ten and turned them face up
on the table in front of Debbie. She selected 5 and
pushed them toward her. She said, "These are the most
important at this time for you to learn what your
future holds."
She described each of the five cards, The Fool, The
Devil, The Hanged Man, Death, and The Empress. Then
Hattie explained "you will soon become aware of your
own needs, and the desire will be very unsettling to
you. Your mind is imaginative and once opened to
concealed truth it will unleash a seductive thirst. You
will reach the end of a phase in life which has served
its purpose and will yield to another through
unexpected events."
"That is very interesting Hattie, but I don't really
believe in the Tarot," Debbie said trying to be
cheerful but stating her convictions all the same.
Ignoring her comment and pointing to her wedding ring
Hattie asked "What is the condition of your
relationship?"
Alarmed by her boldness, Debbie paused and considered
what to say. Finally she answered truthfully "He is
much older than me and," hesitating, "and our
relationship is, let's just say plutonic."
"Yes," Hattie affirmed confidently. "And that is a
lifeless ache for one with such youth and beauty. The
ache must be appeased to return pleasure to your life.
You don't have to believe. The Tarot show only what is
and not what might be if you believe." And then,
looking into Debbie's eyes Hattie told her, "This old
woman will help you. Quand je vous appelle, vous devez
venir chez moi."
Debbie wrinkled her face not understanding. "What did
you say? I don't speak French," she said.
"When the time comes you will understand," she
answered.
Amused she thought, "My sex life sucks! How is she
going to help me with that?"
That evening Jack and Debbie went out for dinner to a
beach bar near where she had met Hattie. The crowd was
a mixture of tourists and locals. There was a band
playing and about half the crowd was drinking and
dancing and the other half eating, listening to the
music and people watching.
Debbie wore an ankle length, asymmetrical hem pale
green skirt with a deep side slit that barely hid a g-
string panty. She had chosen a sheer net emerald green
blouse that plunged to a tie just below the breast line
worn over a mid-drift length see-through gauzy chemise
top. At Jack's urging she wore no bra. Although the
chemise and blouse were both transparent, the layering
of the two teased the imagination yet offered an air of
modesty. To complete her ensemble she wore a pair of
plain white heels.
After eating Jack ordered a couple of cocktails for
them, and they both turned their attention on the
crowded dance floor. Debbie twisted in her chair to
gain a better view. It was then she noticed the strange
boy from that morning. Leaning over to Jack in a low
voice she said, "Casually glance over at the bar. See
that black boy? He is staring at me."
As Jack looked he found the boy just as Debbie had
said, staring in her direction. "Yup, he is hoping to
see your breasts," he said trying to goad her.
Debbie answered coolly, "Maybe I should let him." Jack
just smiled his approval.
With her judgment clouded by neglect, Debbie looked
back at the boy and demurely crossed her legs allowing
the deep slit to expose her leg from the hip. Playfully
she pulled on the string of her blouse letting it
reveal the chemise. Without the blouse as cover, she
knew her full breasts, the pink of her areola and
darker nipples were daringly visible. Watching her,
Jack's arousal left a distinct damp patch of secretion
in his lap.
After several minutes of this tease Debbie realized her
impulsive misbehavior, and she re-tied her blouse and
covered her legs. Watching as the boy continued to
stare she chastised herself for acting so shameless.
That night Debbie got ready for bed wearing a plain
white cotton slip for a nightgown. Jack, embarrassed by
having ejaculated at the bar, drank too much and had
already fallen asleep. Debbie closed her eyes and
dreamed of lust and sexual obsession. She felt lips
upon hers and drew a face to her breast so it would
suckle upon her. She felt a naked body against her
naked body, and felt the unmistakable swelling of
manhood against her sex and she bucked her hips to meet
it.
She awoke from her dream with a jerk as she thought she
heard the beat of bare feet running through the
bungalow. She was lying on her back, covers thrown to
the side, her gown pulled down exposing her breasts.
She was drenched in sweat with her legs splayed apart
in sexual submission. Her nipples were hard and
sensitive as if they had been pinched or bitten.
As she felt her heart beat gradually slow and her tense
muscles relax she supposed her conduct that night was
the source of her wet dream.
The next few nights Debbie had that same recurring
dream. Each morning she could recall the feeling of
naked flesh against her, the lips upon her breast, and
the animalistic orgasm, but she could never catch the
face of her unknown lover. She found she looked forward
to the nights and the reverie. It filled her with
enormous desire and longing and afterward left her
physically spent and sated. If only Jack could gratify
her this way.
One evening she was getting ready for bed wearing a
sleeveless red silk nightgown. While brushing her hair
she noticed that Jack was standing on the deck looking
at something. Curious, she walked out to join him.
Standing at the rail, she could see a bon fire down the
beach and hear voices. She asked, "What do you think is
going on?"
"It doesn't sound like it's a party," Jack answered.
Startling both Jack and Debbie, out of the shadows
stepped the black boy. Climbing the steps to the deck
he took Debbie by the hand. Immediately she felt her
will melt away as she allowed the boy to lead her down
the beach. "Where are you taking me?" she heard herself
ask.
"Hattie calls to you," he answered leading her on.
They quietly walked the beach toward the fire, the boy
gripping Debbie's hand and Jack following a few steps
behind. Each stride brought them closer and the words
became clearer to Debbie. "Quand je vous appelle, vous
devez venir chez moi."
They were calling to her. As she approached the fire
they stopped. She could see a group of people dressed
in brightly colored hooded robes. They were dancing
around a ring of fire. Standing in the middle of the
ring was Hattie. Something had been scratched in the
sand. As Debbie studied it she recognized an inverted
pentagram, the sign of the devil on the Tarot from
which Hattie had read her future.
She felt oddly drawn to the fire. The boy let go of her
hand and as if in a trance she walked slowly forward.
Jack stood mesmerized. The hooded group around parted
to let her through. She walked to Hattie and then stood
before her with her hands at her sides. "Enlevez vos
vêtements ainsi nous pouvons voir votre corps nu,"
ordered Hattie. Although she could not understand the
words, she seemed to know what was expected.
Without questioning she crossed her arms in front of
her and slid her fingers beneath the straps of her gown
sliding them off her shoulders. The gown drifted to the
ground at her feet. She stood naked within the ring.
Jack wondered in amazement at the beauty of her body.
The dancing reflection of the fires on her skin as she
turned slowly so all those circling the fire could see
her. His eyes were drawn to her breasts standing proud
and supple on her chest with areolas the size of silver
dollars and soft pert nipples. A trim waist flared to
shapely, sensuous hips. A light golden fleece veiled
her vulva.
Her nipples, only slightly protruding, revealed she was
at ease with her nudity. His eyes traced her
silhouette, caressing the gentle swell of her rounded
bottom. Her body lightly tanned swayed beneath the
glare of the fire light tempting his eyes. He felt his
heart beating in his chest as if trying to free itself
of confinement.
Hattie then spoke to the gathered group. "I call upon
Dionysius, the spirit of pleasure and unbridled desire.
I ask that he expose to you what is already within you.
Such is nothing to fear, nothing to shame, or nothing
to avoid," she spoke. With that she placed one hand on
Debbie's shoulder and with a light pressure caused her
to kneel in the sand.
At first Debbie's mind was racing, trying to follow and
comprehend what was being said. But there was peace and
tranquility in letting her thoughts go and simply
accept being led. Hattie placed her hand on Debbie's
head and chanted, "Produisez son lait pour nourrir la
bête de Dionysius."
Suddenly Debbie felt a strange pressure in her breasts
as if they were swelling. She felt weak and lay on her
back upon the sand. She looked up at the stars in the
pitch black sky and felt the hands of the acolytes
arrange her head, arms and legs to align with the
points of the pentagram.
Hattie standing with her arms askew and looking to the
stars said, "Laissez cette bête boire du lait de votre
sein pour enchanter Dionysius." She felt a rising urge
deep within her womb. It seemed to flow from her
breasts. She found herself slowly rocking her hips back
and forth in a languid motion, building a craving
within her she knew long ago. She felt the heat of fire
on her skin, and could see the flames licking at the
sky, and in the shadows, the acolytes as they knelt in
the sand.
She knew that Jack was watching her. She was on display
performing a wanton act in front of these strange
people. He could stop this if he wanted, but she could
see only hunger on his face.
Jack gazed, captivated by Debbie's exhibitionism. He
sensed a torrential wave of sexual arousal wash over
him as he looked at the boy standing next him. Knowing
that a boy was watching the naked body of his wife
writhing on the sand fed his voyeurism. Suddenly Hattie
jerked her arms to the sky as if lifting a weight. He
saw Debbie dig her heels into the sand as she bucked
her hips upward as if meeting the thrusts of an
invisible lover. With her face contorted and whipping
her head back and forth she continued the rhythmic
pumping of her hips into the air, up and down until her
muscles tensed and she shuddered for several moments.
Finally her body slumped back to the sand having
reached her sexual release.
The ceremony was over. The acolytes, Hattie and the boy
disappeared into the blackness of the night, leaving
only the two of them in the flickering light of the
fires. Jack helped Debbie to her feet and into her
nightgown and walked slowly back to the bungalow. Not a
word was spoken.
Debbie was the first to wake in the morning after a
lifeless sleep. She looked over at Jack still snoring
away. She thought back to last night. She remembered
everything but more like an illusion than reality.
Getting out of bed she found sand in the sheets. "It
really happened," she thought to herself.
After Jack woke and showered they sat quietly on the
deck over coffee. "What was that all about?" Jack
asked.
"A Voodoo ritual," she said softly. "And I just let it
all happen," explaining her misgivings.
From that day on, Debbie gradually noticed her
sexuality creeping uncontrollably to the surface. She
found herself dreaming about sex even in the day time.
Lustful thoughts constantly swirled within her mind.
Deviant visions seemed to be weaving their way into her
every sleeping and waking thought. Why? What created
these strange and perverted desires in her?
She thought about Hattie and the Tarot. She decided she
would see her and discuss the night on the beach.
"Please explain what happened on the beach the other
night. That was a Voodoo ceremony," she said.
"Yes, I am Voodoo-si," she said proudly. "You came to
me so your hidden desires could be freed. You are ready
to begin your new journey," she explained.
Hattie then proceeded to lay out ten cards. Debbie felt
a cold shiver run up her spine. They were the exact
same ten cards as had laid in front of her before. This
time however, Hattie pushed the other 5 cards she did
not describe earlier toward Debbie and began to
describe them, The Page of Wands, The Queen of the
Thrones of Flame, The Three of Cups, The Four of Cups,
and The Eight of Cups.
She then offered Debbie this explanation. "Love has
turned to familiarity and physical pleasure has passed,
correct?" she asked. Pausing to see Debbie nod she
continued "you are young and still fruitful in mind and
body. You long for excitement and gratification?" she
asked. Again there was only a slight nod from Debbie.
"I have become so obsessed with sex," Debbie began.
Hattie reached out and touched her cheek lightly and
said "Dionysius has exposed your inhibitions. The
desires are natural within you," she said as she took
Debbie by the hand. "The lust in your mind is potent.
It is temptation that provokes your hunger."
Debbie was still confused, "What temptation?"
"The lure of the forbidden seduces you. It is your
temptation. That is what troubles you" Hattie answered.
Debbie looked down in her lap shaking her head, "My
desires are so decadent," Debbie choked blinking
through tears welling up in her eyes.
"Restrained desire has been freed. You must surrender
to it. There is nothing to fear, or shame," Hattie
argued.
Debbie went home unnerved by what Hattie spoke. That
night Debbie found her dream more vivid than ever.
Unable to sleep tormented by the conflict between her
moral compass and merciless taunting of her striking
dream, Debbie quietly arose removing her nightgown and
slipped into the shower.
Afterward, she peeked at Jack sound asleep and pulled
an oversized blanket from the linen closet. Silently
stepping outside she was greeted by the fresh ocean air
and a barely visible slice of orange on the horizon.
Walking down to the beach covered only by the blanket
she wanted the struggle to cease.
Watching the sun rise she listened to the waves lapping
at the beach and the predawn chirping of birds still in
their nightly roost. A light breeze carried the salty
moisture of ocean spray and a damp chill. Unexpectedly
Debbie saw the strange black boy emerge from behind
her. He was dressed only in his dingy jockey shorts as
he sat in the sand next to her. Apprehensively she
looked into his eyes. She saw daring that delighted
her, mischief that motivated her and temptation that
caused her to tremble. She saw in his eyes a reflection
of her lust.
Irrationally extending a blanket clad arm, she offered
him the warmth of her naked body against the morning
chill. Burying his face against her soft breast his
lips drew on a nipple. She could feel his tongue
taunting her causing a quiver deep inside. A hand
cupped her other breast, teasing the soft skin around
her nipple with a delicate touch. She gently caressed
his face feeling the smooth texture of his dark skin.
With her fingers she lightly traced along his young
lips nursing from her breast.
She could feel the wetness of her sexual arousal. Would
she dare have sex with this boy? It was immoral, but
she had an undeniable thirst for this taboo temptation.
He lifted his face from her breast as his lips
reluctantly let her nipple slip from between them.
Looking into his eyes she knew she would. Her soft lips
parted as she felt the electric thrill of his tongue
touching hers for the first time. The kiss was tender
at first, then demanding as he pressed his lips
hungrily into her.
Debbie could feel the unmistakable warmth of the boy's
penis against her belly. Reaching down she touched him
then held him unable to close her fingers around his
thickness. As she lightly brushed her lips over his he
murmured, "Give me your body and I will give you
ecstasy."
Laying back on the sandy beach Debbie spread her legs
in submission to the boy. He drew her nipple into his
mouth as she cradled his head to her. His tongue
pressed her nipple as he sucked. She could feel the
sensation deep within her womb as her clitoris hardened
and she felt an orgasm course through her body. Holding
his rigid penis the thought of his cock sliding into
her overcame any lingering rationale she might have had
left.
With her hand, Debbie guided his throbbing penis to her
wet opening. The pressure of his cock at her sex
increased as the engorged head slid slightly between
her soaked lips. She arched her back to ease his entry.
Inch by inch she was giving herself to this black boy.
His cock was pushing into the open folds of her moist
vulva. She felt the delicious warmth as his thickening
penis slid deeper and deeper into her, penetrating her,
as she willingly opened her sheath to him. Erotic
sensations were willing her to press against him until
his young firm cock probed fully into her. The warm
folds of her pussy enveloped his cock as it claimed
her.
He stroked into her once, twice, and then again. Her
lust had created an ache of desire for this forbidden
mating. His shaft, glistening with her secretions slid
in and out of her body, his hands fondling her soft
white breasts, and his lips suckling upon her nipples.
He moved in and out of her for what seemed like an
eternity as his cock made slow deliberate fucking
motions into her, then out of her, then back in,
stretching her and filling her.
Her pink lips spread wide, as his penis fit firmly
inside her, possessing her. Her soft folds reveling at
the feel of this unfamiliar cock. The boy's black body
moved in harmony with her pale body. She felt shameless
bound in this willful union, her sex suckling his cock
as it fucked in and out of her.
She locked her legs around the boy as she dug her heels
into his buttocks in orgasm, pulling him into her,
forcing his cock to fill her need until there was
nothing left outside. Her hips rocked as he withdrew
his hardness from within her. His muscles tensed as he
drove harder into her. She heaved her hips meeting his
thrusts. He lurched and Debbie felt his seed pierce her
womb.
She lay exhausted to his side kissing his face. She
opened her mouth to his tongue and drank at his lips.
The boy looked into her eyes and commanded, "I am your
Dionysius, and you will belong to me."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack standing on
the deck watching them. "Everything will change," she
thought to herself.
Later that morning she found Jack sitting on the deck.
She sat in the chair next to him. "I saw you and the
boy on the beach this morning," he said sounding hurt.
Debbie pulled her knees tight against her chest as if
cowering. "You had sex with him didn't you?"
"Yes," she whispered. Debbie sat motionless looking at
the horizon wishing she were someplace else. "I'm sorry
Jack, I didn't plan for this happen," she sobbed.
"You have cuckolded me with a black, boy," he jeered
spitting the finals words out one by one. Sitting
quietly for long moments, the tension between them
palpable, Jack finally asked "Will it happen again?"
Debbie hesitated before answering. With downcast eyes
and in an almost inaudible sigh she answered, "Yes."
Things did change. Debbie acquiesced to the boy's
exclusive possession. As she lay naked she held his
black cock in her hand as she sucked upon the swollen
head. Cupping his testicles in one hand she bowed her
head as she felt the soft skin slid across her tongue,
the head probing into the back of her throat. She
pressed down until he was totally in her, her lips
stretched and jaws wide apart. She worked her tongue
around as she lifted her face from him, stopping to
suck and explore the tiny hole on the head.
She felt his hand gently tickling along her leg and
over her hip. The other hand was cupping her breast and
lightly pinching her nipples. She marveled at the joy
she had come to know giving herself completely to this
boy. Taking his cock deep into her throat she looked at
her bare ring finger and saw her husband masturbating
his flaccid penis on the sofa.
With the moon light shining in through the sliding
doors Jack could clearly see into the bedroom. He could
hear her moans and see the boy's hands cupping her
breasts and caressing her body. His eyes burned with
lust as her mouth savored the rigid boy cock. His own
need had lurched in his hand as he fumbled to hold on
to himself. Opening her mouth she kissed the head of
his penis and then engulfed it completely, taking him
as deep as he would go into her throat. With her hand
cupping his sack and squeezing lightly she moved her
head up and down his stiff member.
In time the boy pushed her off and kissed his way to
her breasts and encircled a nipple as he pulled hard to
draw moisture from her. Debbie felt the rush of wanton
desire course through her body as he trailed kisses
down her stomach to nuzzle his face into her scent.
With heaving hips and the sound of inhaled breath, Jack
knew that the boy was nursing upon her clitoris. Soon
they fell into a naked embrace as the boy penetrated
his wife with his black cock. He saw Debbie, eyes wide
open looking at him, and he knew this was what she
desired. Spent, he watched the two bodies lurch and
lunge into each other, meeting the other's thrusts and
willing their every pore to pleasure above all else.
Finally, at the peak of erotic desire the boy stiffened
and moaned into Debbie's breast. Debbie, legs wrapped
tightly around the boy, pulling him as far into her as
she could to fill her need, cried out "yeeesssss!"
As she laid quietly, the boy teasing her nipple, she
thought of Hattie. She would never have considered
having sex with a boy. She knew it was Voodoo. Feeling
the throbbing of the boy's cock embedded firmly in her,
she began to rhythmically rock. She was a married woman
of 32 unable to refuse a perverse passion. She
surrendered her most intimate treasure to this
forbidden lust and the proof was in her now swollen
belly, pregnant by a boy's seed, with his black baby.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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