A Dark and Strange Visitation

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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.