Black Magic Sex

Richard held on to his mind with difficulty.

His senses were reeling. He felt dizzy. It was one of those numerous delightful nights which all young married people will remember later on in their life with nostalgia, one of those honeymoon-like nights when the bedroom atmosphere is charged sensuality and the husband wants to make love to his wife and not just have sex with her...

Alice Carlton sighed. Her soft blue eyes darkened with passion. They looked like twin thunderstorms to Richard. She turned on her side and held her lovely, rounded breasts for his kisses, her velvet-skinned bosom rising and falling with her heavy breathing, the pink porous cherries topping the white, creamy mounds offered provocatively to her husband's kisses. She too, was receptive to the special, vacation like mood of the night, and her eroticism rose even higher as she thought of all delightful moments they would enjoy since Dick's vacation began tomorrow...

Three weeks... they would have three full weeks to devote entirely to each other... well, maybe not entirely — a cloud passed over Alice's lovely face as she remembered Richard's peculiar interest in the occult and primitive rites, interest which had been decisive in their chasing Haiti as the place where they would spend their vacation. Haiti, of all places!

Visions of morbid zombies and wild-eyed nation raced through her mind. However, Alice knew that she could hardly object to her husband's enthusiastic decision since voodoo precisely formed a very important part of the very course he was to teach next fall at the college, where he worked as assistant professor of anthropology.

The young woman tried to chase all unpleasant thoughts away and to concentrate on their present delightful occupation, making love. The erotic fires were again flowing through her body.

"Don't you like my breasts, darling?" she asked in a slightly strained voice.

"Do I?" Richard suited his action to the words he had to force from his lips. He kissed the little pink tips that hardened between his lips. He felt her hands exploring him as he gloried in her warm nudity.

He lay beside her for a second or two and just stared. She was beautiful. Perfect. Her beauty kind of stunned him once again. Her body was smooth and voluptuous, slenderly youthful and yet ripe for loving, like a child on the brink of maturity. Only Alice didn't have anything childish in her passion-ridden eyes.

He stroked the velvet flesh, running his hank down her thighs, crimping the little round buttocks, feeling the pulsing warmth of her throbbing pussy...

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