2 comments/ 8782 views/ 12 favorites Gypsy Love By: amischiefmaker I was a socially awkward, yet decent looking and certainly smart, guy who wanted nothing more – aside from making money – than to have a family with a bunch of kids. I guess that was due to the loveless family that I grew up in. My parents were cold people, and I was an only child. I always considered my life shitty compared to some of our neighbors with three to five kids in the families, and parents that seemed to be concerned about them and always doing things with them. While being socially awkward may be a real drawback in some professions, in mine – computer security – it was not. Once I got a B. S. in Computer Engineering and subsequently got a professional certificate in advanced computer security, with an inheritance from my parents' death in a car accident when I was in college, I started my own computer security business. By the time of my twenty eighth birthday I had a good business and was making lots of money. I used some of the money to buy a cabin in the woods, some to buy a nice ranch house with five big bedrooms, and some to buy a nice car. Despite my wealth I was still only in the dreaming stage of my desire for a family with lots of little kids. Then I ran into Aishe. Actually, it was more like Aishe ran into me. I was strolling through an open air market one Saturday when I got jostled by an exotic looking young woman in a flowing skirt and flowery blouse. "Excuse me," she said with a smile. "Pardon me" I replied, not used to exotic women talking to me, even if it was just two words. I had gone only another leisurely twenty paces or so when a muscular man with a fanny pack and a buzz cut stopped me. "Mr. Watkins," he said reading from an open wallet that looked suspiciously like mine. "Yes..." I hesitantly replied. "I'm police officer Rollins. We caught this woman," he said motioning to the exotic woman who had run into me standing near my left side, obviously in handcuffs and held stationary by a big guy who looked just like Officer Rollins only he was black instead of white, "pickpocketing your wallet. I believe this is it, isn't it?" he continued, holding out the wallet for me to see. "Yes, it is," I replied once my surprise was overcome, and I instinctively reached for it. "Sorry," Officer Rollins replied pulling his hand back. "We can't let you have it back until we dust it for prints since even though Officer Jenkins and I witnessed the act, these days we like to have forensic evidence as well just to be safe. You can either accompany or follow us to the station." "Can I at least have my driver's license in case we get separated and I get pulled over by one of your brethren?" I asked. "Sure," Rollins said with a smile as with his latex-gloved left hand he pulled the license from my wallet and handed it to me. "The station is on 4th and Maple – actually there is no reason for you to follow us there, you know where that is, don't you?" "Yes, I do. I'll get my car and meet you there." The exotic woman did not seem happy as she was led away by Jenkins – but there was something about her look that really intrigued me. When despite her otherwise dour expression she turned, smiled, and said "Sorry" staring into my eyes with her big brown doe-like ones, I was smitten. At the station the exotic woman – who I found out was named Aishe Loveridge – was booked, her prints lifted off my wallet, and it was returned to me. I was curious that she smiled at me again in the police station. "What's going to happen to Ms. Loveridge?" I asked. "She'll have a bond hearing before a magistrate at 5 p. m. and then will be put in jail for the rest of the weekend if no one posts her bond, which is the likely scenario even if she gets a call to her family," Rollins told me. It was about 2:15 p. m. then. As I walked out of the police station I got one more smile from Aishe as I went past her. I was smitten again. I went back to the open air market, but my mind was not concentrating on the wares for sale, but rather was playing ping pong. "She's a common thief – get her out of your head;" "She's obviously interested in you or she wouldn't have smiled at you three times, or said sorry;" "The last thing that you need is to befriend a criminal;" "She's better looking than any other woman who's ever smiled at you in your life;" were some of the shots being bandied back and forth in my overworked brain. Finally I came to a temporary conclusion – I'd go to her bail hearing and play it by ear. Rollins and Jenkins were nowhere to be found at the police station, but the booking officer, Geraldine Smith, recognized me and was a little surprised to see me when I arrived there about 4:45. "Where is the bond hearing for Ms. Loveridge?" I asked Officer Smith. "Down this corridor to the end," Geraldine said pointing to her right, "then turn left – you can't miss it. Why do you want to know?" "I...I...well, I might want to bail her out," I stammered. "She's Roma you know," Smith sternly said. I didn't really understand what that meant. I thought that it might be some sort of classification of thieves; I had lived a sheltered life and didn't know that "Roma" is what gypsies call themselves. I just nodded my head and said "I'll be careful;" fateful words! I sat near the front – the bond hearing was held in what appeared to be a small – very small – courtroom. Aishe was led in with five other women, and about ten men were led in separately. Aishe saw me in the second row of what were just like church pews, reserved for spectators, and smiled again and even gave me a little wave. "Wow she's got a nice smile," I mumbled to myself as I gulped. Aishe was the third person up. There was one female public defender for all of the incarcerated, who really had nothing specific to say about any of her "clients." After the Magistrate set Aishe's bail at $1,000 cash or bond I rose to my feet and spoke – something entirely out of character for me. "Mr. Magistrate...uh, Your Honor," I choked out. "Where can I post the bond for Ms. Loveridge?" He gave me a strange look, like either I was stupid or no one had ever asked him that question before. "At the front desk – bailiff bring Ms. Loveridge to the front desk." Aishe's smile lit up the entire room. I followed behind Aishe and the bailiff as he led her down the aisle of the hearing room toward the front desk. "She has a nice ass," I said to myself a number of times before we reached Officer Smith again. Smith was shaking her head as she looked at me while Aishe and I filled out the necessary forms and I handed Smith a credit card that would be charged $1,000 for the bail money. When we were given the date of Aishe's next hearing and everything was completed Aishe and I walked out of the police station together. "That was very nice of you, Mr. Watkins, especially after it was me that lifted your wallet," she said with that million dollar smile, while touching my arm. "Why did you do it?" "Please call me Jerry, Aishe – and if you'll come to dinner with me – and promise not to lift my wallet again," I said with my own smile, "I'll tell you." "Sure," she replied. "Can I use your cell phone to call my mama first, though?" "Of course," I responded, handing it to her. She went off to the side a little and talked in hushed tones, terminated the call and handed the phone back to me. "Where should we go for dinner?" she asked. "Do you like French food?" I asked. "Yes, what little of it I've had." "Well there's a nice country French bistro about a mile from here – let's go to my car." My "date" with Aishe was the only one in my life that I wasn't overcome with anxiety about probably for three reasons: 1) it was spur of the moment; 2) I had just done her a real solid by bailing her out; and 3) there was something about her smile that made me mellow. Despite the fact that Aishe was obviously not highly educated, she was exceedingly interesting. She had no pretense, including eating her food like a starving truck driver. Our meal lasted two hours and it seemed like ten minutes; I was fascinated as well as smitten. When we left the restaurant as I held the car door for her she sauntered up to me. "You're a real gentleman, aren't you Jerry?" she said as she put her arms around my neck. I tried to stutter something out, but didn't make it before her lips were pressed against mine. They were so soft – God they felt good! Aishe finally broke it off, smiled again, and slithered into the front passenger's seat. When I entered the driver's seat and put my seat belt on she handed me my wallet and giggled "Apparently I'm going to have to teach you how not to get pickpocketed." I'm sure that I blushed. "I guess so," I chuckled. Actually since all of my blood had rushed to my dick while she was kissing me it was no wonder that my brain didn't know that I was being pickpocketed. I drove Aishe to the trailer park that she lived in. She seemed to have no embarrassment about it. "Come in and meet my family," she said when we arrived. No woman had ever asked me to meet her family before. Inside a single wide trailer were three other women and a small child – maybe two years old. "Family, I'd like you to meet Jerry Watkins," Aishe opened with a smile. "He's the nicest mark in the history of thievery," she chuckled. The three women looked shocked for a second, and then laughed. "Jerry, this is my mother Florica," she started out introducing me to a woman that for all the world looked exactly like I would picture Aishe looking in twenty years, with the same exotic face, slim body, and ample breasts that Aishe had. I kissed Florica's hand while I said "Don't tease me, Aishe, I know that this is your sister not your mother," getting a chuckle from all four women. "No, Jerry, this is my sister Jaelle who is a year younger than I am and lives with my Mom and me," Aishe continued pointing to the youngest woman there, probably eighteen or nineteen since I had found out that Aishe was twenty, "and this is my married sister Lala Doe and her little girl Mala, who are visiting," Aishe continued pointing to a woman probably three years older than Aishe who was holding the little girl's hand. "Pleased to meet you," I said, kissing each adult's hand in turn and waving to Mala. Both sisters were as exotic as Aishe, only Lala was significantly bigger and Jaelle significantly smaller that Aishe; all had similar facial features and bodies. In fact the size discrepancies among the sisters were really dramatic. Jaelle was five feet tall, or shorter; Aishe was about five feet four inches, Florica was about five feet six inches, and Lala was about five feet eleven inches. I found out much later that it was because all the sisters had different fathers, although because they all looked like the mother no one would ever figure that out just by observing them. I actually stayed and chatted with Aishe's family for an hour. Like Aishe all were uneducated but very interesting. I found that Lala lived with her husband in a trailer a few down from Aishe's and that all had just recently moved to the area. When I got up to leave Aishe went outside with me. "Thank you again for your kindness, Jerry. You might have to come with me to the hearing in a month, though, otherwise I'll end up in jail – and I think that you might like it better if I was free," she said in a sultry voice as she snuggled up to me and kissed me on the lips. Once she broke our kiss I stared into her smiling face. "Uh, sure I'll help. Can you go out on a date with me next week." "Any night except Wednesday," she said with a lilt in her voice. "Uh, how about Thursday?" I asked. "What time?" she inquired giving me another quick kiss on the lips. "Six o'clock OK?" "I'll be counting the minutes," she chuckled, and then went back into the trailer after giving me one more kiss. My mind was in turmoil as I drove home. Aishe was not only the most colorful woman that I had ever met in my life, but she was so damn sexy. I had a partial hard on most of the night. While I was not a virgin, I also was not experienced. Believing that study was important for any activity on Sunday I found a high end call girl through a friend of mine. Her name was Dawn; she came to my house about 6:00 p.m. I was impressed not only with Dawn's looks, but with her poise. In a halting stutter – which she got me through by holding my hands – I told her about my fascination with Aishe and not wanting to be a clown if my relationship developed into a sexual one. "I wonder if you could help me get more comfortable with the female body so that I'm not clumsy if I'm lucky enough to get a chance to have sex with her." Dawn chuckled, then got a glint in her eye. "No problem, Jerry. First you're going to take my clothes off, then I'll take yours off, then you'll pleasure me orally, I'll pleasure you orally, and then will have sex rotating between positions." I gulped as she ran her hand over my chest and down to my crotch. When it got there I got an instant full hard-on. Dawn got a surprised expression on her face and said "Whoa, dude. Do you have some serious meat there?" I gulped again. The only two girls I had ever fucked were "large" women – in fact very large women – who made some passing comment about my equipment but didn't fawn over it. "I don't know," was my honest answer to Dawn's question. She fished out my cock, smiled, and said "Aishe will love this hunk of meat, Jerry, I assure you. It's nice and fat with a nice aspect ratio besides; it fact it may be the fattest cock I've ever seen live. I'm gonna have some fun myself tonight." To say that I learned a lot that night would be the understatement of the decade. To say that I enjoyed myself would be almost as big of an understatement. Dawn told me that she never, ever stays past the time she's been paid for, but I got almost four hours of her time for three paid hours ($500/hr. and worth every penny), and we fucked – with a condom – three times in addition to my instruction on eating pussy. I couldn't believe the confidence that my session with Dawn gave me. When I picked Aishe up on Thursday night her mother Florica and sister Jaelle were very friendly. Aishe held my arm as we walked from her trailer to the car. Aishe was bubbly the entire night as we went to dinner, went bowling, and played pool. The night ended when we took a walk in the park and kissed passionately on a bench for a good ten minutes before going home. When I dropped Aishe off with another passionate kiss and a promise to go out Saturday I could see her mother and sister peeking out a window with smiles on their faces. When Aishe and I went out Saturday she insisted on coming to my place and making me a meal. We stopped at the store and got cabbage, beef, paprika, and rice so that Aishe could make me Sarma, a dish that she said was one of her family's favorites. When we got to my house I thought that Aishe's eyes would pop out of her head. "Wow – this is the biggest, nicest house I've ever seen," she must have said five times as I took her on a quick tour. Then she got to work making Sarma and I helped as much as she would let me. We shared a bottle of red wine from my wine cellar with dinner. Although I didn't particularly like the smell of the Sarma when it was cooking, it turned out to be delicious, and Aishe gave me her trademarked brilliant smile when I complimented her on it. After dinner we watched a movie for a while, as Aishe snuggled up closer and closer to me. Soon it was clear that she could care less about the movie as she started sticking her tongue in my ear and planting kisses on my neck. Thank God for Dawn's instruction. I stared into her eyes as she smiled and licked her lips, then I lay her on the couch and lifted up her skirt. She had no panties on, and a full bush crotch – unlike Dawn's shaved one. Undaunted by the hair I dove into her pussy with my tongue as I squeezed her sculptured thighs. Her clit was much bigger than Dawn's and easy to find and tongue or flick. The woman went nuts; over-the-top flat out crazy nuts. She must have had an orgasm a minute, so many that it was just like one continuous one. When I finally came up for air, with her juices and hair on my lips, she moaned. "Do you have a condom Jerry; all the women in my family are allergic to birth control pills." At Dawn's suggestion, on Friday I had purchased a Trojan Magnum Gold Collection with several different types of extra-large condoms. I quickly went into my bedroom and got them and when I returned Aishe was naked laying on couch cushions on the floor with her legs spread. I almost came in my pants from the site of her glistening pussy, perky tits, slim waist, sculptured thighs, and "fuck me" expression. I dropped my drawers instantly, ripped open the condom that said "Magnum Thin" and quickly rolled it on. While I was doing that, however, Aishe's look changed. "My God, Jerry – your cock is so thick – I...I...don't know if I can take it." Apparently Aishe saw the distressed look on my face and brightened up as she smiled and said "But I want to try – however, I'll have to be on top." So I lay down on the cushions and Aishe grabbed ahold of my condom-covered cock with her tiny hand and positioned her pussy over it. She slowly and carefully lowered herself onto me. "Holy shit you're thick," she moaned on several occasions. By twisting her body and pushing down at the same time, however, we finally got into a position where we could fuck – and fuck we did, although I let her control the tempo because otherwise I was afraid that I might hurt her. I came quickly, and hard – her pussy was much tighter than Dawn's – and she came shortly after I did. When we disengaged and she lay her head on my shoulder I was in heaven. It was better than I thought it possibly could be, better than with Dawn because I had an emotional attachment. We chatted and kissed as we lay together, and massaged each other. I was getting hard again and could easily have gone another round but Aishe begged off saying that I had stretched her too much and she was too sore. However, she had no objection to a sixty nine and we both got each other off again in that position. ***************** And so my relationship with Aishe Loveridge started in earnest. The first thing that I had to do, once it became sexual, was to be sure that she was kept out of jail. Therefore I hired her an excellent attorney and made it clear to the assistant D. A. that I personally did not want to press charges. The combination of the two got her a pleas bargain of six months' probation with no jail time, an entirely acceptable result. Things moved quickly after that. I made it clear to Aishe that I wanted a big family, and she seemed entirely on board with it. She made it just as clear that if we lived together she wanted her mother and Jaelle to live with us in my large house; I had no objection to it since they always treated me well and were excellent eye candy. After negotiating a few more things, we got engaged to be married – and soon. I was already in preparation for the marriage when John Tipton, the general manager of my company, took me aside. He was older than the rest of my employees – in his early fifties. Although he wasn't as up to date on the technology as the rest of us I had hired him because he had excellent business acumen and was a good manager and everyone who had ever dealt with him completely respected what he had to say. He had met Aishe and her family, and one Friday after everyone else had left the building he came into my office. "Jerry, you know that I rarely give unsolicited advice. However I really care about you, and this company, so I'm going to. If you intend to marry Aishe – and her family – you're going to need an iron clad prenup." Gypsy Love I hadn't even thought of that. "You think so?" I naively asked. "Jerry, how long have you known this family? Eight weeks?" I thought for a second. "Yeah, eight or nine weeks." "And you know that they're gypsies, right?" "Uh...I don't know what you mean," I stammered. "Come on, man; are you really that dense. Their clothes, mannerisms, look, names, everything about them screams 'gypsy.'" When John saw that things weren't registering with me he opened up a book that he had been holding in one of his hands and started going through it with me. It was an eye opener. After about a half hour there was no doubt in my mind that Aishe's family was gypsy, and there was also no doubt that gypsies did not have the best track record or reputation when it came to honesty. Finally I looked at John with a tear in my eye. "But I really am infatuated with her – I can't be without her." "Look, dude, I don't want to tell you what to do in matters of the heart. There is no doubt that Aishe is exotic and sexy as hell – all the women in her family are. You just have to go into it with your eyes open. Now tell me, how much does her family know about your business?" "They know that I make good money and that I'm in computer security, but really nothing else." "That's great. You tell Aishe and her mother – Florica, isn't it?" I nodded "Yes." "OK, you tell Aishe and Florica that I'm the boss in your company and that they have to come to see me. I'll lay a prenup on them and tell them there is no option; our closely held company cannot take the chance of being messed up by a contentious divorce and that if they don't sign I'll have to fire you. In the meantime I'll have our counsel draw up a prenup that I'll pass by you before talking to them." I thought for a second; of course John was right. I got a big smile on my face – he'd be the bad guy, not me, and we'd get it done. "I knew there was a reason that I hired you," I chuckled – and then added – "Boss." We both had a nice laugh. "Just be nice when you do it; and one more thing; put in the prenup that if she refuses to try and conceive a child after we've been married for six months that if we divorce she gets close to nothing," I concluded. Our attorney did up a prenup the next day, John passed it by me, I made a few minor changes, and I talked to Aishe and Florica and told them that my boss had to meet with them. I made sure that everyone in my office knew to treat John, not me, as the boss when Florica and Aishe came in. The prenup didn't seem to be that big of a deal to Aishe and Florica, although they did ask about the "try to conceive" language (something that Aishe and I had already talked about), and Aishe signed it that day. When John gave me the signed prenup he also gave me a background check on Aishe's family. All of Aishe, Lala, and Florica had criminal records for petty theft, and Jaelle had a juvenile record, which was sealed. "You need to be prepared to deal with issues in the future, Jerry. Want some more unsolicited advice?" "Yeah, I do, John since your first bit was spot on," I replied. "I suggest that you catalog everything in your house, with video and still photos, and have hidden surveillance cameras installed. Also, you need to find someone who is a reliable Romani translator." "What's a 'Romani translator?'" I naively asked. "Romani is the mother tongue of your fiancé and her family. Since you don't speak it you need to know what they're saying when talking to each other outside your presence, so that you can keep track of their activities and thoughts." "I...I don't want to invade their privacy, though..." I hesitantly replied. "I'm telling you, you need to keep track of what's going on, otherwise they could steal you blind or put you in a situation where you couple be charged with a crime too. Look – get a Romani translator and have him or her just tell you if problems arise. Also, you may be able to get a basic translation program to print out a rough translation of what they say." I really respected John; I was still apprehensive, but when he waved the background reports in front of me, I relented. I still had two weeks before the wedding so I could get everything done that he suggested. Surprisingly, I found a Romani translator at the local university; she taught French. She had grown up Roma but hated the culture, and had changed her name from a classic gypsy one to "Sarah Johnson" once she turned twenty one. At $60/hr. Sarah (who had a PhD in French and was obviously very bright) was happy to help me with anything that I needed. Sarah even knew of a translation program that could roughly translate speech to text – even though it was expensive I thought it worthwhile and purchased it. Once I had all of the cameras and the translation software installed in my house I invited Florica and Jaelle in to pick out their bedrooms and decide on what type of décor and furniture that they wanted. They intended to move out of their rented trailer as is as soon as Aishe and I were married. They were both as excited as little kids as they picked out color schemes and bedding. I offered Aishe the chance to change the master bedroom any way that she wanted to, but she was basically pleased with the way that it was so she made only a few minor changes. The wedding reception was a raucous affair. Even though Aishe's family didn't really have any close friends or extended family in the area so that most of the guests were my friends and business associates, they knew how to get everyone to have a good time. Florica and Jaelle – with Lala and her husband's help – moved into my house while Aishe and I were on our honeymoon in Aruba. Aishe and I had a great time in Aruba – she had never been to a place like the one we stayed at, and she really enjoyed the sun and surf. She made a big splash there too – she drew lots of appreciative male looks. I was really proud. Sex with her was, of course, great – however it was a little disconcerting that we always had to have it in the same position, with her on top. While the stories that one hears about how great it is to have a big cock undoubtedly have some truth to them, especially with certain women, in our case my thick cock was more of a problem than a blessing. It took a long time for Aishe to mount me properly, and I could never buck upwardly as hard as I would have liked to because it caused her more pain than pleasure. I couldn't wait until I could stop using condoms – which I expected would be shortly – because that could help the size problem somewhat and more importantly fulfill my desire to have as many kids as possible as soon as possible. When we got back from our honeymoon I immediately started lobbying Aishe to have kids. After a couple of weeks she agreed and I stopped using condoms. That did improve our cox-to-pussy-size problem a tiny bit, but it didn't come close to solving it. The only time that I did her in any position except cowgirl was one night when she uncharacteristically got rip-roaring drunk and I fucked her doggy. Although she seemed to really like it at the time she walked bow-legged the next day and was too sore for intercourse for three more. The next major event was when Lala came to our house with Mala one Saturday crying her eyes out. Her husband had left her, and she couldn't afford the rent on the trailer. Of course the obvious solution was for her to come and live with us since we had two spare bedrooms. Although Aishe was the normally most upbeat and intriguing member of the family, Lala was – in my contact with her – the nicest. Also, I really liked her two year old girl Mala and that would be a good start on having a family, so I immediately invited her to come live with us. She hugged my tightly and cried on my shoulder – I was embarrassed by the ensuing hard-on and the fact that she had a little "knowing" smile on her face when we separated. There was another advantage to having Lala there. While I really liked Florica, sometimes she could go off and act like she was in charge, or a prima donna. Lala was the one who could bring her back to earth most quickly. Although things were going as smoothly as could be expected with four women, a girl, and just one guy – me – in the house (sometimes I thought that I had all the problems of, but not the benefits of, a harem), especially when it was that time of the month, the software rough translations of what I picked up on surveillance didn't cause me any significant concern the first few months that I reviewed them, so I forgot to analyze them for a couple more months. Then when some suspicious things showed up in our house I decided to check the surveillance out. I didn't like what I saw, although the machine translation was too rough to make me sure – and I definitely wanted to be sure if what the rough translation indicated was true. I placed a call to Dr. Sarah Johnson. I gave Sarah all of the relevant information – the video as well as the audio since body language might provide her with some clues – on a Friday morning and she promised to have a report for me by Monday night. Right after dinner Monday I made up some excuse and went to meet with Sarah at her house. I shook hands with her husband, fawned over her two little girls, and then we went into her den and she closed the door. "I'm afraid that I have bad, and worse, news for you – although there are some highlights that provide hope." "Oh shit," I mumbled to myself. "OK – hit me with it straight on; don't sugar coat it; I want the bad news first, then the worse, then the hope." "OK," she replied, and then started in. She tried to deliver the information in as professional a manner as possible, but there were some times that she was embarrassed, and didn't look me in the eye. The bad news bottom line was that the Loveridges – with Lala's assistance – were running a petty theft ring out of my house, and had banked several thousand dollars from their activities in the last two months. The worse news bottom line was that Aishe had lied to me and was not allergic to birth control pills but was taking them so that she wouldn't get pregnant because she didn't want kids for several years despite her numerous representations to me to the contrary, and that although she liked me, she wasn't in love with me and didn't know if our relationship would last. The last item was delivered with Sarah completely flushed and more-than embarrassed. "Uh...Aishe also says that your penis is too big and she isn't getting as much pleasure as she needs." At that point I felt really, really low. If I had known Sarah better I might have started crying. She could tell how shitty I looked and perked up with "You need to hear the hope, Jerry, before you blow your brains out." "OK," I replied, barely able to look her in the eye although she was now softly smiling. "Your mother and Lala really like you, and think that Aishe is nuts. Lala said something like 'I'll take him off your hands if you're that stupid.' Also, Aishe does actually like you and got jealous at Lala's comment and almost caused a physical confrontation until Lala put a fist in her face. Then all the other women got quiet. I got the impression that in the past Lala – although slow to anger – has literally kicked some butt and the others won't mess with her, especially since she's seven inches taller and twenty pounds heavier than Aishe. Also, I have some other observations based upon what I know from my Roma heritage; want to hear them?" "You bet that I do." I eagerly answered. "Although I'm not an attorney I believe that you have enough information to turn them in to the cops and all of them would serve real time especially since I got the impression from their comments that they all have criminal records." "They do," I confirmed. "Again, I'm not an attorney, but from my past experience I know that civil forfeiture laws could cause their criminal enterprise emanating from your house to cause your house to be forfeited and the money and effort you'd need to get it back would be daunting. I'm sure that you can use that fact to reform their behavior if you threaten them properly. Also, I know from my culture that you need to get them involved in other things. If they have other things to focus on and you're strict with them, I believe that you can get a good result." I nodded my head as wheels turned in my brain. "One more thing – women in gypsy culture will respond to physical strength. I'm not suggesting that you abuse them in any way, of course, but the threat of physical punishment and a mild demonstration will go a long way to helping you out. You're big enough to pull it off." I nodded my head again. Although I'm not athletic I am big and have average strength for my size – six foot three inches, two hundred thirty pounds. "Thanks," I responded with my first smile of the evening, aside from meeting Sarah's little girls. "Let me have whatever you've formally translated and I'll talk with my attorney and get with it." "I've got everything relevant in this transcript," Sarah said holding out a binder with about fifty sheets of paper in it, "keyed to the dates and timing markings on your DVDs." "WOW!" I exclaimed, truly impressed. "How much do I owe you?" "Uh...I haven't figured it out exactly; its around forty hours, and a few expenses; let me send you a bill." "No way," I chuckled. "Here's a check for $5,000; that should cover it," I continued as I wrote out a check and then handed it to her. "That's way too much," she protested. "Worth every penny," I replied, then took two $100 bills out of my wallet and said "And buy something for each of your darling little girls with these," as I handed them to her. She actually got a tear in her eye, hugged me, and I waved goodbye as I exited her front door. I'm not much of an actor, so I had to play sick around "the family" the next two days while I had my attorneys check out Sarah's assessment of the videos and her advice. They told me that she was spot on both in her legal assessment and that – as far as they could tell, without having her knowledge of gypsy culture – her advice. Friday after work I pretended to take Mala to a park, declining Lala's entreaty to accompany us, and instead brought her to an experienced older babysitter that we had used a couple of times before when I took all of the women out, and who Mala liked. When I got back, I called all four women into the basement for "something important to talk about," assuring them that Lala was safe at Mrs. Simpson's house. They were all curious. I had set up some props in the basement to help me get my point across. I stood between them and the only exit from the basement. I hit them between the eyes. "I'm so disappointed in all of you, especially you Aishe. I've been as nice to you four as anyone has been in your life, and how do you repay me – by threatening my financial future by running a petty theft ring out of my house, and then by providing the utmost disrespect by Aishe taking birth control pills when she has lied to me – in your presence – that she was trying to get pregnant." "How dare you accuse us," Florica started to say while Aishe yelled out "That's not true." That's where my props came in. I had severely weakened several pieces of furniture and an ax handle. I screamed "Shut the fuck up, I'm tired of your fucking lies," and got a wild look on my face. Then I picked up two seemingly sturdy chairs one at a time and smashed them to pieces as I yelled "I'm so fucking mad I could rip your lying throats out." Of course they had never even seen me even raise my voice before, and all four were staring at me with eyes bigger than baseballs, and retreating into each other's arms. "You're not going to fucking lie to me again you bitches – if you do you'll be the sorriest cunts in history!" With that tirade I picked up the ax – pretended that I was going to hit Aishe with it – and then pulled up short and broke the handle over my knee. I had also doctored my pants so that it appeared that blood was soaking my pants after I did that. After the ax handle break – which doubled their already impossibly wide eyes – I slumped down in a chair at the exit to the basement and put my hands in my face and fake sobbed for thirty seconds or so. When I looked up I saw four terrified faces. I took several deep breaths and then broke the silence. "This is what is going to happen. First of all, you are going to stop thieving and return everything stolen that you can. If you don't I'll turn all of you into the cops. If I don't do that and your thieving is exposed then the cops can seize my house – you'll be out a place to live and I'll be out close to a million dollars." I had one more trick – a small table with weakened legs. I slammed my fist down on the table and it shattered, again causing the women to retreat into each other's arms. "Next, you're all going to start doing worthwhile things. Jaelle and Aishe, you're going to get your GEDs and then go to Community College." Jaelle looked like she wanted to protest. "Don't say a fucking word" I yelled as I stood and pointed a finger at her, with fake blood streaming down my leg and on my hand where I had crushed the table. "Florica and Lala, you're going to start going to a fitness center and work out at least an hour a day to sap some of your thieving energy, and eventually I'm going to set you up in a legitimate business so that you have to do something productive. Aishe, you're going off the pill immediately and you better hope that you give me a child within the next year or I'll throw all four of you cunts out on the street. One more thing; you're going to find a way to make it up to me. I want a complete proposal from you four by the end of the weekend as to how that you're going to do that; if you don't come up with something that is satisfactory to me, regardless of what I've just said about what you'll be doing in the future you'll be in jail and I'll petition to be Mala's guardian." With one more angry outburst I picked up one of the smashed tables weakened legs and broke it in half with my bare hands. Then I snarled while pointing at them "I'm leaving for the weekend – with Mala – and when I get back at dinner time on Sunday you better have a good meal prepared for us, and better have a plan about how to make what you've done up to me. Understand?" They all nodded their heads in unison. That wasn't good enough for me. I pointed at each one in turn as said "Tell me that you understand." Each one in turn eked out a mild "Yes," except for Lala. Although she still had some fear in her eye she half smiled and in a firm voice said "Yes, Jerry, I understand and will be sure to make it up to you. Take good care of OUR little girl," with the emphasis on "Our." I turned and stormed out before I reacted to the impact of her words on me. Little Mala and I stayed at a resort Friday and Saturday nights, and did everything that a little girl her age would love, including the zoo, a pony ride, endless rides on little cars in an amusement park, feeding ducks on a pond, and anything else that she wanted to. She and I were both exhausted when we returned home Sunday promptly at 6:00 p.m. All four women were dressed to the nines, freshly showered and with makeup on. You could see where, especially in Aishe's case, there had been a lot of tears shed, but they were all trying to be upbeat and fawned over both me and Mala. When Mala described all that we had done – as best that she could remember, and with her twenty eight month little girl slant on things – to her Mom, Lala actually got a tear in her eye and gave me a big hug as she mouthed "Thank you." We had a nice dinner, and then Lala and Florica put Mala to bed. I tried to help cleanup, as I normally do, but Jaelle and Aishe wouldn't have it, and Aishe had me sit down in the living room with my feet up, took off my shoes, and brought me my favorite drink. Gypsy Love Once dinner was completely cleaned up and Lala and Florica returned from putting Mala to bed, Florica came into the living room and meekly asked "Jerry, could you please come into the kitchen now and sit at the table so that you can hear our proposal?" "Sure," I said with a big smile. I acted at ease when I sat down, and again complimented all of them on the wonderful meal and how great the house looked and how beautiful they all were. Florica got right to the point. "Jerry, first I want to tell you how sorry that we all are. You were right, you've treated us better than anyone else ever has, and we really do appreciate it. We have already arranged for a GED program for Aishe and Jaelle, and they will – with your blessing – start a week from Monday. I am in the process of returning everything that we took the best that we can, although we can't return some of it but we will do whatever you want with what we can't return. Lala has already signed me and her up at a fitness facility that has babysitting, and we will be taking classes or working out ninety minutes a day, six days a week, starting tomorrow. We also have a list of businesses that we might be good at, where Jaelle and Aishe might also work part time." Florica let a big sigh, and then glanced at Lala and Aishe. Lala was smiling, Aishe was not. "As far as making it up to you," Florica continued, "we know how much you want a bunch of kids. Therefore, in addition to Aishe going off the pill, Lala would be happy to bear you one or more children. We...we...don't know what else we can do to make it up to you, but if you have any other suggestions or demands, please let us know." I was stunned for a while, but didn't show it. I could tell by the look in Lala's eye that she meant it, and by Aishe's look that the other three had likely forced her into agreeing with them. To be honest, I was thrilled by the proposal because although Lala was not as vivacious as Aishe she was just as good looking and just as sexy, nicer, and since she was seven inches taller than Aishe likely had a pussy that could accommodate my cock. However, instead of agreeing to it immediately I countered. "That proposal is acceptable with two changes. One, Lala must immediately file for divorce – which I will pay for completely of course – and once it is granted make me co-guardian, with her, of Mala." Everyone, including me, stared at Lala. "If that is your wish, Jerry, then of course," she said with a smile. I smiled back. "Second," I said, looking directly at Florica, "Florica will bear me a child too." The four of them sat back in their chairs and emitted a collective gasp. "I'm...I'm...too old to bear a child," Florica stuttered. "Hell no, you're not. You're only forty three for God's sake, and a well preserved sultry forty three at that." Everyone was looking around at the other. After a long delay during which nobody said anything Florica finally responded. "Jerry; can we please have a couple of days to consider this; I swear that we will give it every consideration, but please give us some time. This is most unexpected." "Sure – I'll wait until Wednesday. However, in the meantime, Aishe I ask that you move into the guest bedroom because until a deal is concluded I don't want any intimate contact with any of you." "Thank you, Jerry," Florica replied with a seemingly genuine smile. Lala looked perplexed, Jaelle looked amused, and Aishe looked pissed off. I helped Aishe silently carry a few of her things to the guest bedroom, with attached bath, and then went into the basement to putter around. I saw that all remnants of my tirade had been cleaned up – as well as the entire basement scrubbed – which made me smile since the doctoring that I had done of the furniture and ax handle had been expert so that it was not readily visible that anything had been tampered with. That night I went to bed contented. I woke up in the middle of the early morning – the clock on the nightstand said 3:06 a.m. – with a body snuggling up to me. "Aishe," I mumbled, "I told you..." "It's not Aishe," a sexy voice interrupted. "It's Florica. I want you to know that it is a mere formality that we haven't agreed to your last condition yet. I can't believe that you proposed what you did, but I'm completely on board. I came here this morning to prove it to you." With that Florica moved the covers off of my body, swung her pussy over my face, and started sucking my cock. It was obvious that she had just douched, and probably fingered herself besides, because she smelled sweet but was wet. Her bush was as dense as Aishe's but for some reason sparse around her very prominent clit. I immediately got with the program. Apparently Florica liked dirty talk with her sex. She kept on commenting on my tongue action on her pussy, and complimenting my thick cock, until she had her first orgasm – which was a monster! After she recovered from it she brought her face to mine and said "I haven't had a good cock in years. Fuck me doggy, please. I quickly agreed. Her pussy, although snug, was able to accommodate my now throbbing thick cock. It was heavenly stroking in and out of her unafraid that I might hurt her. It felt so damn good that I was trying to make it last but then I heard her tits slapping together as I pummeled her. I looked to the side and with the full moon streaming through my window saw her ponderous tits flopping wildly and making the most erotic sound that I had ever heard. I grabbed one of the monsters, pinched the nipple, and then immediately ejaculated a river of cum into her pulsating pussy. She stuck her face in a pillow to muffle her orgasmic scream as I grunted like an exhausted hog. When I finally extracted my still half-hard cock from her pussy, I rolled her over on her back and peered at her boobs. I turned on a low light on the nightstand to get a better look. "What are you doing?" she giggled. "I'm trying to get a good look at the marvels on your chest," I cackled. Florica normally wore flowing gypsy blouses so even though it was clear that she was well-endowed, you couldn't tell how well-endowed. She had to have the biggest, floppiest tits in history on a one hundred and thirty five pound women. I sucked and played with them for the next twenty minutes as she alternately giggled and uttered sighs of contentment. Then she could sense my cock coming to life again. "Although it won't help create a baby, would you like to fuck my tits?" she chuckled. "Does a hobby horse have a wooden dick," I chortled back. Using the copious amount of our combined juices from her crotch I lathered up the valley between her knockers, slapped my now rock-hard cock between them, and she pushed them together. It was heavenly stroking between those soft pillows, her grunts and the contented expression on her face just as pleasurable as the physical contact. I shortly blew an enormous wad onto her chin and chest and she seemed to have a mild orgasm herself. When I dismounted she rolled on top of me, pressing her cum-covered upper torso and tits onto my chest while planting kisses on my lips and neck. I held her tight. We fell asleep in that position. I awoke again when the clock at my beside read 5:01 a. m., lightly shook Florica awake, and after an exchange of kisses we showered together, taking much time to wash off each other's parts. "I don't want to be seen in here until Aishe actually agrees – although she will," she said with a last kiss as she then picked up her bathrobe lying on the floor and snuck out of my room. It was impossible to disguise my good mood at breakfast the next morning, even though I got weird glances from everyone except for Florica and Mala. I was also in the best mood at work, and was surprisingly efficient. When the work day was done and I had completed twice as many tasks, with more accuracy, than normal I thought to myself "I guess that is what fantastic sex can do for you." From the physical standpoint the sex with Florica had been the best of my life. When I got home Aishe was trying to disguise her bad mood. Jaelle seemed normal, Florica upbeat, and Lala was clearly putting on a rush to have me sleep with her that night. I did nothing to dissuade Lala, and I saw her talking in hushed tones with Florica shortly after I announced my intention to go to bed. I had not yet fallen asleep when my door creaked open and Lala walked in. While I couldn't see her face because no lights were on and clouds were covering the moon that night, it had to be her since she is five inches taller than the next largest woman in the family, and broad shouldered. It looked like she dropped off a bathrobe, and then she snuggled under the covers. "I really want you Jerry," she said in a raspy voice. I turned on the low light on the nightstand as I removed my boxers. Lala looked good in her nakedness – really, really good. She definitely was as beautiful and sexy as Aishe, only bigger all around, including her tits – almost as large as her mother's and with an additional desirable feature – puffy nipples. I just sucked on one nipple, then the other, for a good ten minutes, all the while staring into her eyes. She stared back with a smile on her face and an occasional giggle or the ultimate rhetorical question "Do you like my nipples?" I then proceeded to scoot down on the bed and inspect her pussy. Unlike Florica and Aishe, she was almost clean shaven. Like her mother and sister she had a prominent clit. As I started tonguing and fingering her treasure box she ran her fingers through my hair and moaned "Oh Jerry that feels so good; oh God, Jerry, that's heavenly." After her first orgasm courtesy of my tongue, lips, and fingers, she moaned "Please fuck me Jerry – please fuck me, I want you so badly." I scooted up her body and buried my hog in one thrust. She was a little tighter than Florica so that I completely filled her cavity, but her pussy definitely could not only accommodate me but also could completely enjoy me. As I fucked her in missionary position she wrapped her muscular thighs around my waist and planted kisses on whatever part of my body she could reach as she undulated her pelvis. Once we established a rhythm she started pulsing her pc muscles, and I felt like I was getting a blowjob, handjob, and fuck all at the same time. As I blasted rope after rope of cum into her she actually whimpered as she held on tight. When we separated she mumbled "Thank you Jerry – thank you – I want to have as many of your babies as you desire. I will deny you nothing." Then a tear formed in her eye. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke in the middle of the night when I felt Lala's hand playing with my cock. The low light was still on. "You're very big – too big for little Aishe," she chuckled. "Just right for me, though," she continued as she planted kisses on my lips. Soon I had penetrated her again and we were slowly devouring each other with kisses and hugs as I stroked in and out. A warm glow came over me as I ejaculated into Lala again and she whimpered beneath me. When we separated and Lala buried her head on my shoulder while she put her arms around me as best that she could I asked myself what was different about this last sexual encounter than any other in my life? Just before I fell asleep I figured it out – we hadn't just fucked, we'd made love. While I was infatuated with Aishe I wasn't in love with her – I was with Lala. I nodded off with a smile on my face, and woke up the same way when I saw her head still on my shoulder with her smiling lovingly up at me. Wednesday night we had another pow-wow after Mala was in bed. Lala and Florica had already started their physical training sessions and Aishe and Jaelle had already gotten their books and syllabus for their GED courses. Florica spoke. "We've agreed to your last two conditions, Jerry. I will carry your baby if you want me to, and Lala will sign whatever papers are necessary to get her divorce started." "You're all on board with this?" I asked. Jaelle nodded quickly because she wasn't involved. Florica and Lala nodded definitively to Aishe's obvious consternation. Aishe reluctantly nodded. "Great," I said. "I'd like Aishe to sleep in my room tonight and tomorrow night, Florica on Saturday night, and Lala on Sunday night, and after that we'll play it by ear. Lala, why don't you and Mala come into work with me tomorrow morning and I'll take you to see my attorney to get the divorce started and after that we can have lunch and I will drive you to your exercise class – it's at 2:00 p. m., right?" "Yes it is," Lala replied with a smile. Aishe more or less stormed off. ******************* Things got really weird for a while. Even though on the DVDs Aishe had expressed less than enthusiastic sexual satisfaction with me, it seemed that now that her sister and mother had claims on me too that she got possessive and really amped up her game. She kept trying to get me to limit my activities with Lala and Florica to when they were in the most fertile parts of their periods, but I constantly kept her in check by telling her that she was the one who wronged me most, and until her system was cleared of birth control pills and she got pregnant I wouldn't even consider it. Truth be told, even with Aishe's amped up game Lala and Florica were simply better fucks that she was. Lala was apparently the epitome of fertility because she missed her period the first time after we started fucking – actually it was usually love-making – and proudly announced that she was pregnant after a quick trip to the OB/GYN. While she modified her workout schedule once pregnant she never missed a session – in fact I was truly surprised at how quickly both she and Florica almost got addicted to their workout sessions and made friends with a number of "Gorgas," as they refer to non-gypsies. Lala's libido didn't change once she got pregnant, and we continued to make love two nights a week on average. Florica was also quite fertile, especially for someone in her forties. She got pregnant the third month that we were fucking. Unlike Lala her libido did change – it ramped up. The woman was almost sex-crazed and wanted to fuck all of the time. I actually had to meet her during the day when Lala was at play group with Mala and Jaelle and Aishe were at their GED course to satisfy her otherwise I think that the house would have dissolved into chaos. I had to get some little blue pills to keep up with her plus Lala plus Aishe. Aishe was extremely jealous that Florica and Lala were pregnant and was so proud once she got pregnant after she had been off the pill four months that she was way too smug. I'm not sure how things would have eventually worked out – there may have been a bloodbath if Aishe's libido had ramped up like Florica's did – because three pregnant women with raging hormones in one household and different agendas could have resulted in disaster. Unfortunately for Aishe, pregnancy did not agree with her, and she had bad morning sickness, weakness, and started avoiding sex. Since it was all that I could do to keep up with Lala and Florica, I was very understanding with Aishe, and never put any sexual demands on her. I did snuggle her while she fell asleep many nights, but most of the time once she did I'd either go and fuck Florica or make love to Lala. Fortunately, Lala's and Florica's pregnancies were completely without incident, in fact both wanted sex up until almost the day that they delivered. The three of us attended natural childbirth classes together before they delivered. Lala delivered a large baby boy almost exactly on her due date. Florica delivered a somewhat smaller but more demanding little boy almost two months to the date after Lala did. Jaelle had to temporarily suspend her GED course to help out her mother and sister, especially with Mala, and especially since Aishe was of no use to anyone. Aishe finally delivered a little girl two weeks early. From the way that she whined and acted you would think that she was the only woman ever to bear a child. However, for some reason she didn't like nursing whereas Lala and Florica loved it (and I loved sucking on their large milk-laden titties every chance that I got too). In fact despite everyone else's protests, after a month Aishe insisted that her baby be bottle fed, although occasionally Lala or Florica would act as its nursemaid. ************* It's now been four years since Aishe's baby was born. A lot has happened. Aishe and I got amicably divorced and she married a guy that she met at Community College. He wasn't interested in kids, and she did not have many maternal instincts (exactly the opposite of Lala and Florica) so the little girl lives with Lala, Florica and me. Aishe visits every Sunday. She works as a cosmetologist, and appears very happy. Lala's divorce came through with no problem, and I realized long before I divorced Aishe that I was madly in love with Lala and I really do believe she with me, so we got married a week after my divorce was final. Lala has since borne two more kids with me, although after what is now our third together she got her tubes tied. I formally adopted Mala. Lala was very pragmatic about my sexual relationship with Florica. She knew that me cutting her mother off completely could have devastating effects on the household so after we married she agreed to share me with Florica every Friday night. Florica got her tubes tied immediately after our little boy was born. Fortunately her libido went back to normal; however she is still one hot mama. Most Friday nights just the two of us go out together someplace while Lala – and Jaelle if she is around – stay with the kids. From the time we get home Friday night until breakfast the next morning, however, Florica is not satisfied unless we fuck three times, usually one a titty fuck which we both thoroughly enjoy. Of course fucking her three times is anything but a hardship since her ponderous tits flopping into each other as I do her doggy could probably, with the help of some little blue pills, get me to blow ten times a night if I wasn't tired from other activities. Jaelle turned out to be very smart once given the chance to show it; she graduated from Community College and is actually now a senior at a four year college, and will be getting a B S in – of all things – computer programming. Jaelle has agreed to come work in my company after graduation. She has what appears to be a steady Gorgas boyfriend who she lives with half the time. Lala and Florica still work out at the fitness center five times a week, and even have social events with their Gorgas friends every other week while I take care of all of the kids. They are both in great shape. I never did set up a business for them because to be honest taking care of six young kids is as much work as any two sane women can handle. Mala is the only child with a gypsy name – the rest have Gorgas first names, Billy, Roger, Carolyn, Brittany, and Luke, all (along with Mala) last name Watkins, except for Roger who I had with Florica whose last name is Loveridge just to maintain tradition. With a truly loving wife and six kids I am living my dream and it is even better than I thought it would be. One reason for that is that most guys with six kids don't have a sexy mother with big floppy tits who loves to fuck three times a week. Yeah, gypsy love is great!