by Ju Ephraime
Turn the page for an excerpt from
White Magic Woman
Coming in December, 2011
From
ENVISION School Publishing
“It really isn’t fair why I can’t sleep with my wife, like a normal husband,” Todd Montgomery grumbled to himself. It wasn’t that he did not love his wife; he did. He loved Simonia to death, but he could not bring himself to engage in sexual activities with her.
It had not always been that way. He and Simonia had a very active and fulfilling sex life until three months ago. Ever since, he could not even get an erection the few times he’d attempted to perform his husbandly duty. It was as if he was under a spell of the woman who visited his bed every night for the past three months.
It started one night in rented a bungalow on the island of St. Lucia, where he spent six weeks researching a strain of malaria that had surfaced on the island. Working with the CDC, it was his job to go to the source of the virus to conduct research. Usually, Simonia would accompany him, but on this trip, because of the highly contagious nature of the virus, he talked her into remaining at home.
The first night it happened, it was unbearably hot in the room. Even though his bed was enclosed by the mosquito netting, he still slept under the cool cotton sheet. That night he was awoken by the feel of someone going down on him. He raised himself up to look, and a woman lifted her head at the same time and looked directly into his eyes. The moonlight and shadow that drifted through the window outlined her breasts as she knelt back on her heels before climbing over him like a cat. Without taking her hands from the bed, she used the muscle of her pussy and impaled herself on his engorged penis in one fluid move. Just thinking about it gave him an erection. From that night, she had visited him every night about the same time every night, midnight. There was no lovemaking, no kissing, no foreplay, but she always woke him the same way – with her mouth on his cock.
He talked to two of the local island men about his experience, looking for an explanation, and they told him he was being visited by “White Magic.” According to the islanders, there were two kinds of magic on the island, both of which had their foundations in sexual activities – Black Magic, when it was a man visiting a woman, and White Magic, when it was a woman visiting a man. In his case, he was the victim of “white magic” and there was nothing he could do about it but grin and bear it, and he did.
What they had neglected to tell him was that once started, it was very difficult to stop without the use of magic. He had viewed this as a fantasy and thought it would cease when he returned home, but apparently the woman had somehow accompanied him home, back to the United States. She had effectively ruined his relationship with his wife because, by the time she left him in the predawn hours, he could not maintain an erection even if his life depended on it. But somehow, he was rearing to go when she made her appearance at midnight.
The sex was almost brutal in its intensity. She went at it for hours, achieving orgasm after orgasm, and not allowing him to come except once, just before she had her last orgasm. He had tried to remain still and claim his orgasm when he felt as if he would explode with the need for release, but somehow she knew, and applied pressure on his cock with her muscles and he was forced to abandon the idea because the pain was excruciating. His cock felt as if it would explode. She seemed to enjoy this and would ride him much more furiously. That night, her orgasms were almost non-stop. Every time he would feel her muscles stroking him, nearly to the point of release, but he had learned his lesson. He would not attempt to achieve his release until she was good and ready.
He closed his eyes and he could still see her in his mind eye, as she climbed over him, all slick and lean. He had never before imagined himself making love or having sex with someone other than a flesh and blood woman, but this white magic woman was phenomenal in her sexual escapades. She knew just where to touch him and when to apply the pressure which drove him insane with need. He was practically reduced to begging by the time she allowed him to achieve his release, but the sex leading up to that point was like nothing he’d had experienced before.
Her pussy felt like a hot suction cup, constantly sucking and massaging his dick. The stimulation had him growing in length and girth. He could feel his cock expanding as he responded to her urgency -- up and down, up and down, like a sticky piston. She was tight and snug, and the tightness was always his undoing. When he finally came, it was an explosion, while she kept at it until he was spent. When it was over, he loathed himself, but like a glutton, he was ramrod stiff by the time midnight rolled around. He had been occupying one of the guest bedrooms, since his return home. His excuse to Simonia was he had to make certain he had not carried anything back with him, but he did not know how much longer he could keep her away with that story. He was at his wits end.
