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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: Was She Under the Bondage of Voodoo--Or Her Own Twisted Desires? Alice Carlton never suspected what was in store for her when she and her husband Richard decided to spend their honeymoon on the fabled isle of Haiti. But from her first inadvertent attendance at an authentic voodoo ceremony, she was under the complete sexual thrall of Robert, the voodoo master. Soon he had her eagerly begging to perform acts on him and others she once would have found disgusting. Bound and whipped she obeyed his command to take on an entire audience of men. But then Robert ordered her to help him kill her husband! Was there any limit to the power of his black magic or would she obey even this command?
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: September 2008

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Words: 38530
Reading time: 110-154 min.

CHAPTER ONE

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 under the tangled mass of curly pubic hair, making her shiver and moan under his expert touch ... and then, he kissed her, there on the wide conjugal bed with the sheets thrown back and pieces of their night clothing scattered about.

He might have kissed her a dozen ways, but he had chosen that one with his tongue, and spontaneously, she sucked it down into her mouth hungrily, probing and charging it with her own.

He didn't raise up to stare into her eyes this time. His cock was jumping, the blood racing hotly down its hardening length. Instead, he cupped her breast, caressing it tenderly as she began to squirm under him. Then, her own tongue shot up like a hot little wedge of fire into his mouth and he could taste the sweetness of her.

He dropped his hand to her slightly protruding little belly and stroked as her breath quickened in his mouth, then he let it trace down over the rise of her pubic mound to her thighs, her beautiful, luscious thighs...

Alice continued to suck his tongue, drawing its liquid into her throat as the fires went on building inside her. She felt his hand clutching at her naked breast.

She gasped aloud.

He squeezed while his tongue played in her mouth and she nibbled at it. Then, his thumb and forefinger found the nipple and rolled it tenderly between them, generating tiny shocks throughout her body.

"Oh, Alice, darling," he whispered into her mouth.

Richard took his wife's warm, shapely beauty in his arms and began to kiss her all over. Alice kept gasping and wriggling, but he persevered. He turned her on her belly and lay on top of her to run his tongue down the deep line of her spine, feeling each bony ridge lined perfectly the other. She shivered and groaned with glee. He opened her legs and nibbled at the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh. He touched her lightly with the tip of his tongue and thrilled as she giggled and pleaded for him to stop. Everything about her was absolutely beautiful, he thought.

Again and again, he was tempted to plunge himself into her blonde delight and enjoy the warm glory her body had to offer so tantalizingly, but he wanted to get the best out of her.

She was pliable and willing in his hands, refusing him nothing, turning over when he wanted her to. Once stroking her with his toes and putting her foot between his lips as he turned her back towards him and massaged her breasts, kissing the back of her neck and her ears, she nearly went crazy.

Richard was anticipating the beautiful highway of sexual bliss he was soon to possess. There was just nothing else like it at all.

He was breathless himself now. His heart was pumping. He pulled away and as he looked at Alice's cute little loins rotating sensuously, expectantly so near him, he again felt the savage urge to conquer her rising in his throbbing cock. He checked himself as his body moved forward compulsively and arrived between the warm, velvet clamps of her thighs.

Alice giggled and put her hand down. She had moistened her fingers and began to titillate him. She was not disappointed as she examined the thick cock throbbing in her hands and saw the lubricating fluid glistening at its purple tip. Tenderly, she stroked the foreskin down its full length and helped it return to cover the smooth gland of its head.

"Ooooahhh, darling!" Alice exclaimed.

Saliva dripped from his open mouth to mingle with her juices secreting from the delicious narrow split that started at the bottom of the smooth white belly and trailed down between the rounded creamy moons of her buttocks pressed tightly against the mattress.

"Darling, come," Alice said, taking his head in her two hands. She stuck out her little pointed tongue and let it slide over her mouth. "Dick, darling," she moaned, "do this to me ... down there."

She felt his cock twitch against her hand. Slowly, he maneuvered himself down between her wide-spread legs. She gaped at him crouched between her legs through half-opened eyes. She could feel the flat palms of his sweating strong hands clasped against the tender softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart, and suddenly she wanted to widen them even further for him. Her secret treasure must now be open to him at his will. She watched excitedly as his head lowered slowly slowly ... slowly!

"Aaaaaggghhh!" she jerked when his hot, moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. The blur of his face disintegrated in her vision, evolving once more in the soft fleece as he planted wet, tingling kisses on the still snug aperture, his tongue slashing insanely at the quivering opening.

"Dick! Dick, Dick! My darling!" she called in a hoarse, strained voice.

He pushed his whole face into her crotch, letting all of her flowing juices wet his handsome features. His nose, eyes, and both his cheeks were wet with the sweet woman smelling fluid oozing from her delightful cunt. He felt as though he wanted to breathe her into him. He continued to move his face back and forth between her legs, parting her fleshy vaginal lips with each movement ... his nose nudging her tiny, erect clitoris, making it stand up rigidly in the wetness of the warm cavern.

Alice moaned and called his name, pushing his face harder and harder into her waiting crevice. He began to lick her smoothly, then, with the flat of his tongue, feeling each tiny mound of her delicious cunt beneath his adoring tongue.

She could feel the swelling up within her ... his tongue and mouth worked away at her and she could hear the obscene, exciting sounds of his panting and love making. Her own hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts and slid slowly along her smooth, flat stomach, coming to rest on either side of his hips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs ... then, slowly spread the fleshy, hair lined lips of the moist furrow apart, allowing his hungry mouth complete access to her wet, secret being.

She pressed her elbows to her ribs and her head bossed from side to side uncontrollably as his hot, searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling her quivering clitoris. She felt his lips suck drawing the warm folds of her soft cunt deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue continued its maddening licking against the straining bud of her sex.

"Ooooahhh! Aaaaggghhhh! Darling," she groaned.

Alice groaned again and again ... unashamedly from deep in her throat as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of her narrow weft slit, starting at the lower belly and pressuring its way down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks, where it stopped momentarily to do a wet probing homage to the tight brown throbbing hole. Her hips ground wildly into the mattress, soft mewing animal sounds escaping from between her passion clenched teeth.

Richard Carlton worked frenziedly, feeling the soft wet pubic hair of his wife's cunt brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. Oh, how he loved her! How he liked to see her squirming under his caressing tongue!

Now, her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down her steaming hot crotch, and her hands were tangled in his thick mane of brown hair, guiding his face to the palpitating opening of her cunt. He ran his tongue into the soft rimmed flesh, flicking at it for a moment, then withdrawing it to tease around the ragged pink edges of the delicious hole.

She forced him, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little opening in her squirming crotch, and as his lips rounded and covered the elapsing viscous flesh, he thrust his tongue deep down into her vagina, raising a low guttural moan from Alice whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving head.

He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long, extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in a sucking motion of their own, attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper into it. Her heels pushed down against his back, pressing his body into the flesh trap of her open thighs until he could barely breathe, his nose smashed tightly against the tiny, hard clitoris above, breathing in the pungent odor of the lust juices now flowing abundantly from it. It was inciting his cock to a hardness he wouldn't be able to control much longer. He had to fuck her or he would soon explode all over the rumpled bed sheets.

Alice's body was lost in the ecstatic fire of the moment. Every muscle of her passionate body was tensed as she strained her hips upwards toward the maddening probe between her legs. Dick was magnificent! He was bringing such pleasure from her body!

Her love for him incited her further. Her ups drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared cunt. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his head.

"Ooahhhh! Oooohhh! Aaaaaggghhg!" she wailed, splaying her legs wider and wider to give him greater access. "Go on! Don't stop!" she pleaded. "Don't stop now! Please, Dick, lick my cunt! Lick it good! Lick it!"

And then there came a rushing in her ears and she choked as the ceiling seemed to cave in on her and she screamed at the sweet, intolerable delight of it, wanting it to go on forever and ever, never to stop until her whole being was drained of all sensation.

She lay gasping and slowly recovering, Richard pulled his head away from her flooded loins. His face gleamed with her genital juices.

"Darling ... Alice, darling, I want to cum inside you," he whispered hoarsely. "That's the way I want it!"

She, too, wanted to feel his rigid hot presence within her still palpitating vagina. She wanted him to fuck her, hard, deep, with those passionate lunges of his that seemed to bear down to her deepest, most sensitive being bringing out her hidden emotions and telling her with every cell of his manhood that he loved her.

She folded her trembling legs around his back as he slowly positioned himself between her waiting thighs, and putting her hand between his legs, guided his cock to the entrance of her throbbing vagina.

Richard moaned and began to push down on her, penetrating her with hungry contentment. Alice gasped and clutched at him with her arms. She was experienced and loving, admitting him freely, though offering enough resistance to increase their mutual pleasure. She reached down further and grabbed hold of his swaying, heavy testicles and gently began to massage them.

She lifted her hips off the mattress until she could feel his steel-like prick pushing against the moist lips of her vagina, prodding painstakingly at the tiny opening. The purplish head of his swollen penis gently parted her pubic hair and pushed through the tiny ring of her open, wet pussy.

"Mmmmm..." she whimpered, feeling her inside once again on fire with desire.

The thickness of his penis was filling her vagina and she could feel her damp vaginal walls close around the shaft with each increasing stroke. Once they were completely joined, she began to cover him with passionate kisses. She ran one hand down his back and pressed a delicate finger between his loins and laughed as he yelled at the delightful sensation.

Richard's spirits soared as he thought that Alice was really the best and she was his. His to enjoy and possess. He stayed his pistoning invasion for a moment and felt her squeeze her vitals against him. She tongued one ear and then the other and bit at his hard, tiny nipples, gasping as she did so.

He was measuring the depths of her sensations by her action. When she clamped her limbs tight around his backside, he knew she was in the throes. Then she would relax and her pleasure would increase until she began turning her head from side to side.

It was all too perfect Richard knew he could not control the fire burning inside him for much longer, and so finally, when a passive wave of passion gripped him, he surrendered to his galloping senses with a spice of regret. Such mutual ecstasy was rare and could rarely be repeated.

"Oooohhhh ... aaaagggghhhhh!" she gasped, as she felt the walls of her vagina contract and expand around the monstrous, delicious prick that was worming around salaciously inside her contrasting white belly.

He let her have it hard and good in one mighty thrust that appeared her to what seemed an incredible depth. Alice recoiled for a moment as if in pain and then bounced back to fight him with her womanhood. It was a beautiful sensation for Richard as her fiery flesh consumed him, and kneading and twisting, she took the cool liquid of his strength into herself.

The tightness in her loins was building to the breaking point and she knew that she was about to explode ... about to cum!

"Oh yes ... yes ... I'm summing ... I'm cumming!" she almost screamed, bucking her hips up against his pounding organ.

"I'm cumming ... I'm cumming too, darling!" he groaned as the last of his spawns exploded deep inside her. He let go all his steaming sperm with a low rutting grunt as Alice moaned, wallowing in abandoned sensual delight, her eyes tightly closed, tiny white lights sparking all around the blackness in her head.

She sank back as the thrills of excitement ebbed from her loins, and she massaged his failing, drooping ponds with her quivering belly, rewarding his lips with gentle kisses.

Richard accepted the warm accolade.

"Don't go now, honey," Alice whispered. "I am still moving."

He could feel her twitching and stayed soaking his deflated cock in the lush warmth of her loving, until they both were still and exhausted.

For a while, time vanished for them both. They had found each other in wonderful contentment. Richard forgot his problems and Alice forgot hers as well, a problem she had not mentioned to Dick--which happened to be a certain, disturbingly handsome "friend" called Roger Antrim.

But she couldn't allow anything to disturb her right now. After all, the so-much-longed-for vacations were only starting and Alice looked forward for the three coming weeks, which they were to spend in a warm, sensual, Caribbean island: Haiti Alice turned the lights off, leaving her husband to his tranquil sleep, and walked silently to the living room, bare feet loving the feel of the rug, her robe tied loosely at the waist. She sat down on the sofa and lighted a cigarette, feeling intensely the loneliness and silence of the night. As pale blue rings of smoke curled and uncurled in front of her vaguely staring eyes, the whole shameful incident between Roger Antrim and herself came back to leer mind, all too vivid to be ever forgotten...

After all, she had gone steady with Roger for a whole year, and certainly their petting had reached the point where one more little step would have destroyed her virginity. But thank God, she thought now with a certain relief, she had never gone all the way with him, even though they had come disastrously close, and on more than one occasion it had been all she could do to hold herself back.

She wondered whether Roger would remember that night when their wild, youthful desires had run amok and taken hold of their eager excited bodies. A wistful smile played on her full, pouting lips as she thought that probably he didn't for men forget these things so much more easily than women. Certainly, the cynical, pretentious Roger Antrim couldn't have attached much importance to a "slightly" heated petting session with a pretty coed, could he? Even if afterwards this same Roger Antrim had looked quite spited at her refusing his advances to fall in love and marry a young anthropology major called Richard Carlton ... Dear Richard, handsome and intelligent, ham working too, but without the suave refinement Roger possessed...

She had never been much of a drinker and that night at the dance, she had gone beyond her usual one or two. After, when they had parked in the little clearing so familiar to their petting sessions Alice was almost drunk, and she knew it. But somehow she felt safe and secure, and the glow of the alcohol didn't seem to matter.

She had shivered as Roger brought his left hand up under the line of her breast, sagging just slightly, waiting to be lifted. She could feel his piercing gaze, and when she turned, she was met full on his lips. Roger began to gently massage her breast through the barrier of the blouse and bra, opening and closing his fingers in a kneading motion as his tongue searched her mouth. He thrust his tongue deeply in her mouth, and she began to suck on it in slow pulling movements, nibbling ever so gently on the tip of it, building the pressure in his loins until he began to press harder and harder against her, one leg jammed between hers.

She began to notice the jerking bulge of his penis becoming firmer with each painful throb. He was slowly grading the full length of it against her bare leg, pushing her mini-skirt up higher and higher, until the full length of her soft thighs was exposed. He placed one hand on her knee, slowly advancing and retreating along her supple inner thigh. With each stroke, he came nearer to that gentle pubic mound, its soft sparse fringes flowering out around the elastic borders of her panties.

His mouth had left her lips and began to open and close on her breast, still protected by her blouse and bra. Even through the two layers of material, she could feel the throbbing of her nipples as he pinched them tenderly between his teeth.

The tender playing of his tongue around her delicate buds had nearly driven her wild, and she'd barely noticed when his hand crept beneath her skirt and begun gentle caresses between her smooth white thighs.

"N-No, Roger, heavens no! We can't ... you ... you mustn't!" she had gasped, realizing the danger this time, fearing that in another minute they wouldn't be able to stop him.

And he had continued, his hands gently stroking her soft, vibrant flesh, traversing over the full length of her uncontrollably writhing body, from her breasts to her flat, now quivering stomach and downward to the nylon shielded softness of her golden pubic hair.

His hand had reached the thin strip of her briefs, and began to gingerly trace the edges, where they barely covered the line of her thigh. He had soothed her there, stroking slowly, tantalizingly, until with his thumb and forefinger, he began to ease under the elastic toward the inviting moist warmth of her vagina, inserting his middle finger into the virginal channel.

A tingling sensation she had never before experienced caused her to writhe about on the seat beneath his hand almost fitfully. She could hardly believe the deep gasping sounds of her own breathing and the heat from his aroused breath against her excited flesh.

"Oh, darling, no ... no! No ... not now," she rasped into his ear pleadingly.

He'd not stopped ... She could feel his probing fingers as they came together beneath her briefs. He turned his hand over, palm inward, and began to massage the pubic mound, moving slowly down ward until his flattened palm reached her distended clitoris, grinding it and pulling it between his fingers.

With his other hand, he had freed her breast from the restraining bra, lifting it so that they popped out brazenly from underneath, straining forward, still covered by the filmy sheerness of her blouse. Hooking his fingers in the elastic waistband of her briefs, he had jerked them quickly over the softness of her round full buttocks and maneuvered them over one foot, then the other, as Alice shifted her body. And suddenly, she had felt the unfamiliar coolness as a blast of cold night air chilled her naked thighs.

Now, Roger could see the full white globes of her breasts exposed completely as he released the buttons on her blouse. Her firm soft breasts burst into the open air, their hard pink nipples standing fully erect as she looked down on their ripe loveliness. He brought his hand up the length of her body, rotating it slowly until he reached the fleshy softness of the firm rounded globes, rolling the hardened nipples between his fingers.

Pushing aside the remnants of her clothing, he clasped one tightly in his hand, lifting it up and then smashing it beneath his palm in a smooth revolving motion. Leaning over, his lips suddenly locked tightly on her nipple, stopping only to brush the tip from side to side in his mouth, pushing it around with his tongue.

Her entire body began to squirm then, pressing the naked wetness of her vagina against his leg, each undulation offering no release, but rather, driving her wilder as needles of fire coursed through her helpless body. She gave out a gasp and then another as he sucked harder and hater on the aching nipple, all the whole squeezing her other breast, the soft ridges of white flesh oozing up between his fingers.

Then his thrusting tongue began to explore the rest of her body, his lips nibbling the flesh beneath her breasts, down further toward the gentle mound of her bare stomach, pausing to lash out at her navel, causing her to twist and squirm from the tickling sensation, his left hand unfastening the clasp of her skirt that lay rolled around her hips. This too was pulled down the length of her legs, and her ripe young body lay before him completely naked, blonde hair spilling across her shoulders, stopping just short of the tips of her breasts.

His hand left her breast and moved dorm her body, rippling her soft flesh in tiny waves before his stroke. He massaged the area above her pubic mound, pressing deeply into the tender flesh. His searching fingers returned to the searing vagina, even hotter and wetter than before, probing at the very core of her sex, as she began to revolve her hips in a grinding motion, straining and arching her back against his hand. She gave out another gasp and squirmed harder and faker.

"Ooooohhhh," she moaned. "Don't ... please ... don't!" she pleaded, knowing it was useless.

Her back was arched so high that only her shoulders and heels were touching the car seat. Her knees were wide apart as she ground the hand that was continuing to crush her inflamed clitoris, circling it and pulling it, shooting bursts of pleasure through her yearning body, licking her like lewd flames of suddenly raging desire.

Her head spun round and round in tortured confusion. What was happening to her!

Nothing seemed to matter to her except the delicious sensations that were wracking her body like the lashes of a whip. She jerked spasmodically with every grinding assault on her tight virginal cunt as his finger probed around and around in the smooth fleshy tunnel. She wanted him to stop, for it to be all over, but every fiber of her tormented body begged for more ... more!

He had eased his left hand from around her shoulders, sliding it slowly down between their tightly pressed bodies. Alice had heard the whisper of his zipper, her heart skipping a beat as Roger fumbled and maneuvered to bring his fully erect cock into the open air. Then, suddenly she sensed the hot, fleshy pressure against her upper thigh.

His penis!

She could feel it stretched across her stomach now as she lay on her back, also the sticky wetness that seeped out as the hardened flesh made contact with her bare akin.

Her body had actually recoiled from this first ever strange contact with a male organ, and had been ready to struggle when abruptly, his finger nestled between her legs had probed tenderly into the velvety wetness of her vagina, sending a galvanic current of immeasurable pleasure soaring through her whole being, leaving her momentarily powerless in the throes of the erotic entrancement.

Her temporary paralysis had led him to believe she was submitting, and before she realized it, he had taken her hand and placed it over his shaft, pressuring her fingers around the swollen member, his loins thrusting in long strikes, pushing the fully moistened length of the cock through her clenched hand, and pulling back until only the rubbery head, blood-filled and throbbing remained in her grasp.

Instantly, her mind became a melee of mixed emotions, and even as her brain attempted to dictate right over wrong, her fingers clenched tight against the hot, throbbing instrument, and she heard his expressive groan of delight mingled with her own labored breath.

This was the first time she had actually seen a male member. She remembered how its enormous size had utterly amazed her, her fingers hardly able to encircle it, and how, automatically, she had begun to stroke it, manipulating the thick outer skin back and forth ... up and down the rigid stem of flesh.

He was thrusting his long, slender finger deep inside the passage of her womanhood, its tender, sensitive wall suddenly so wet from the passion fluid ardently seeping from its chaste, excited lips. It was expanding the tiny opening in the membrane that denoted her purity, and even though she had feared its tearing, destroying the proof of her virginity right then and there, it seemed she could do nothing about it. The wild intoxication he was filling her with was stropping her of all power to resist, and unconsciously, she had relaxed her inner thighs, allowing him greater access to her intimate being even as she had increased her own massaging of his penis.

She remembered how astonished she had been as with each gentle stroke, she could feel the massive shaft jerk and grow harder in her hand, when the very moment before its huge stiffness seemed impossible to surpass. How could any girl take that inside her! Surely it would split her apart, she had thought with a delightful shiver of fear and anticipation coursing through her.

She began to meet each thrust of his loins with a smooth motion of her own sliding hand down to the base of the long, thick penis, to where it disappeared in a bushy clump of dark pubic hair. She could feel the veins near the surface, mapping an intricate pattern as they pumped hot blood toward the pulsing, swollen head. She had reached a little further and stroked his testicles--delicate little balls in their loose flesh pouch. They were feed to capacity with seething sperm, and she now understood the agonizing pressure welling up that Roger must have felt then and which threatened to spew forth in a torrent of hot liquid release.

In her fascination and enthrallment with the jerking organ, she had hardly realized he had rolled over on top of her until he was there, and almost too late, she had clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping the rock-hard cudgel between them.

He had gone half out of his mind endeavoring to direct and wedge it into the opening of her wet, palpitating vagina, and God knows, she had wanted it as bad as he ... but something had helped her maintain her wits. She had striven with all of her efforts against him, her struggle causing her hand to tighten around his straining member, and he had no more than penetrated the hard, rubbery head at the entrance of her upturned crotch, its tip nuzzled between the tight moist lips of her quivering vulva when she sensed it beginning to lurch out of control.

It jerked spasmodically in her hand and Roger gasped as she felt a hot, thick stream of liquid spurt from his member and continue as if it would never end, until her soft, fleecy pubic hair was drenched with the warm, sticky sperm.

"No, Roger. You mustn't! No...!" she screamed, grabbing the stiffened cock mad pulling it away from her opening.

"Wait! Uuuungggghhh!" A low moan of relief massed Roger's lips, his penis trucking and rearing like a fire hose, spewing its sticky load in milky spurts out and onto her belly.

The inside of her thighs were saturated with it, and it dribbled down between her legs to drench the car seat beneath her naked buttocks. Alice had stared in horrified amazement as the rigid cock emptied itself on her bare skin, great streams of the hot liquid racing up from his testicles, the hardened rod convulsing like a wretching drunk, before drooping limply, emptied of its aching load.

Then, Roger had groaned a final release and draped himself over her in obvious exhaustion. He was mumbling what had sounded like apologies to her, as if he had somehow failed her, she thought, almost as if he had been unaware she had resisted, and although she had not told him then, it was that night and that incident that had made it clear to her that she did not love Roger Antrim ... and a few days later, she had met Richard for the first time...

And now, she was to meet Roger Antrim again ... she knew he would be there, in Port-Au-Prince, and what else could she do but try to make the best out of it?