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The Gypsy

By: Chiara23



This story would not have been written if it hadn't been for my dear friend Jordan. It is dedicated to him in thanks for being the best friend I could ever have and a damn good role-player! ;). Love You Jordan!

I'd also like to thank my friend Lance who helped with editing.

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As usual this story is solely my property and may not be reproduced or republished without my express permission. Any resemblance to people living, dead or non-existent is merely a coincidence.

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Molly was moving the last of her boxes into the elevator and had just pushed the button for her floor.

"Hold the elevator!" Someone called out as the door closed. A briefcase wedged itself between the door and frame.

A guy in a suit slipped in through the door, "Thanks!" He said with a smile.

"Uhm, I'm trying to move here. This elevator is on service." she said in a snarky tone.

"Oh! Sorry," the guy said but didn't make a move to leave.

Molly rolled her eyes. "What floor?"

"Sixteen please."

"You're lucky, that's my floor."

"Cool, so you must be moving into 1604. I'm Jordan, I'm in 1605. Did you need some help?"

"I coulda used your help four hours ago when my mom bailed to go in to work. Especially since the moving crew never showed, but even a little help would be nice. I'm Molly...Johnson." she said with a small smile.

The man smiled, "Nice to meet you Molly...Johnson. I'm Jordan...Roberts."

Jordan tried to check Molly out without being obvious. She was tall, probably around 5'10". Molly was slender, but had curves in all the right places. Her short dark hair highlighted her sharp blue eyes.

Molly felt his eyes on her, she blushed slightly. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. He wasn't bad looking, she thought. For a suit. He had short, wavy blond hair. Looked to be fit, and was definitely taller than she was. She hated to admit it, but he had a great smile too.

When they got to their floor Jordan grabbed the hand-truck and pushed it down the hall. It was a lot heavier than he expected. His assessment of Molly went up another notch. Molly held the door for him and he wheeled the boxes in.

He looked around and saw that she didn't have much in the way of furniture and there were green and red packer boxes piled everywhere. Molly showed him where she wanted the boxes and sat on a chair.

"Thanks Jordan, I honestly don't know if I coulda made that last trip. Did you want something to drink?"

Jordan smiled, "Sure, that's be great."

Molly got up and went to the fridge, "We have Coke or beer."

"Coke is good."

"Great because I could use a beer and we only had one." she said chuckling.

Molly walked back into the living room and handed Jordan a can of Coke, "I'd offer you a glass but I don't know which box they're in yet."

Jordan laughed, popped the top and took a sip, "That's okay. What's with the green and red boxes?"

Molly opened her beer and took a long swig then belched, "Ooh, that's what momma needed. Green ones are the ones that come with us every time we move, red ones go into storage. I guess we'll be staying for a bit. I haven't seen the red ones in almost two years."

"Wow, move much?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

Molly shook her head, "Four times in the last year alone. I've lived in fourteen different countries since I was ten."

"Holy crap!" Jordan said in surprise. "Why so many moves? If you don't mind me asking."

"My mom travels a lot for work. I go where she goes."

"But what about school?"

"All online, so I don't have to worry about silly little things like boyfriends, sports teams, dances, proms or friends."

"Sorry." Jordan said. "That really sucks."

Molly smiled, and it lit up her face. "Ah it wasn't too bad. I finished high school in two and a half years. I'm already in to my second year of university."

"Seriously? How old are you?"

"I turned eighteen two days ago on a flight from Beijing. Technically I've had two birthdays this year because I crossed the international date line on my way here."

Jordan grinned, "Well happy belated birthdays! I would've gotten you something but..."

Molly smiled again, "Thanks Jordan. My mom forgot. Again."

"Ooh harsh."

"Ya, hey is there anything to do around here?" Molly asked.

Jordan was really getting to like Molly. She seemed a bit lost and flaked out but he figured it was jet-lag. He thought that Molly was fun to talk to, "Well there's a pool, sauna, exercise room and a rec room."

"No, I mean like malls, movie theatres, clubs. You know, fun stuff." she said with another bright smile.

Jordan laughed, "Robson Street is only a few minutes from here but I work so much I don't know about any clubs. I only moved to Vancouver a few months ago."

Molly gave Jordan a surprised look, "We're in Vancouver?"

"Uh yeah, you didn't know?"

"Sometimes I forget where we're going or where I am," Molly said with a sheepish grin.

"Understandable," Jordan said with a chuckle. "Hey are you hungry? We could order in. Anything you want, my treat. Consider it my birthday gift to you."

Molly's cell phone rang. She checked the display, "It's my mom. Hi mom! Uh huh I got everything in...When will you be home?...You're kidding right?...But mom you promised!...Okay fine see you tomorrow...Love you too. Bye."

"Everything okay?" Jordan asked with concern.

Molly threw her cell at the wall where it smashed. "Yeah everything's just fucking peachy! There was a glitch and she has to work all night to fix it."

Jordan could see that Molly looked like she wanted to cry. He knelt in front of her and touched her shoulder. "Hey I'm sure your mom would rather be with you, but it sounds like whatever happened is pretty important."

"Yeah it's always 'important'," she said.

"What does your mom do Molly?"

Molly looked up into Jordan's eyes, "She designs and implements high-tech security systems. She did the Barj Dubai's system."

Jordan was impressed, "Wow, sounds like a cool job."

"Ya I guess so. I think I saw her three times in six months when she did that system."

"Ouch."

"Ya, now you can understand why I finished high school so fast. I didn't have anything else to do." She said ruefully.

Jordan could really feel for Molly. He couldn't imagine travelling from country to country, never having time for friends or fun. Or making friends and having to leave them behind over and over.

"Hey, my offer still stands Molly. Anything you want, my treat."

Molly couldn't understand why Jordan was being so nice to her, considering how rude she'd been to him earlier. She felt really bad about that, she knew that sometimes she came across as abrasive. It was really just a defence mechanism. If she pushed people away then it wouldn't hurt so bad when she had to leave again.

"Sure, but you're going to laugh at me," she said with a shy smile.

Jordan grinned at her, "No I won't I promise."

"Could we get Chinese?" She asked.

Jordan couldn't help himself and laughed, "You just flew from China, and you want Chinese food? I thought pizza for sure, but Chinese? Okay!"

He pulled out his iPhone and started tapping away on it.

"I'm going to take a quick shower okay Jordan? I feel really grungy."

Jordan smiled at her, "Sure no problem."

He looked around her unit and saw that it was basically a mirror image of his own. Then he checked out the boxes, he didn't open any, but he noticed that they were all bar coded and had security seals on them. While Molly was still in the shower he got a message on his phone. 'Shit!' he thought to himself, 'an hour and a half for Chinese food?'

Molly came out of the washroom wearing a towel that barely covered her from boobs to butt, and was using another towel to dry her hair. 

"How long 'til dinner gets here Jordan?"

He shrugged and looked apologetic, "An hour and a half?"

"You're kidding right?"

Jordan shook his head, "Sorry, they must be really busy."

Molly thought for a second then her bright smile reappeared, "Cancel it. Where's the Chinatown here?"

"Not far, why?"

"Give me a minute, you have a car right? Duh! Never mind! This is Canada, everyone has one!" She bounded back to her room, flashing Jordan a peek of bottom as she skipped away.

She returned before he'd finished cancelling the order wearing jeans with holes in them and the knees worn out, a baggy tee that hung off of one shoulder and flops. 

Jordan stared for a second, "Don't you think you should put something else on Molly?"

"The kind of place I'm looking for the dress code will be very casual," Molly said with a grin.

She grabbed her keys and his hand and pulled Jordan out the door, locking it as they left.

---

Jordan drove over to Chinatown and they cruised around for a few blocks.

"Stop the car! This is perfect Jordan."

Jordan looked out the passenger window at the restaurant she had chosen. It was a dumpy little place that looked like it needed a power wash and a paint job. "Are you sure Molly? Looks kinda crappy to me."

Molly stared Jordan down, "Trust me, this place will have the best Chinese food in Vancouver."

Jordan parked and they walked back to the restaurant. They went in and the inside only reinforced Jordan's impression, although there were a number of Chinese people in the small restaurant. 

They were greeted by a little old man who looked to be about eight hundred years old.

Molly bowed to him and fired off something in what Jordan could only assume was Chinese. The old man's eyes lit up and he ushered them to a booth. He called out to the kitchen and a woman of about the same vintage came out and chattered back and forth between the man and Molly. They both bowed then disappeared into the kitchen.

"You speak Chinese?" Jordan asked incredulously.

Molly blushed. "That was Cantonese, but I speak Mandarin too."

"How many languages do you speak Molly?"

She blushed again, "Eight fluently."

Jordan laughed, "No seriously, be honest."

"I am being honest Jordan," Molly said with a frown. "I can speak, read and write in Chinese, French, German, Italian, Hindi, Arabic, Japanese and Russian fluently. I can also fumble through about six more languages in a pinch."

"Holy shit! What are you taking in university?"

Molly giggled, "I'm majoring in Linguistics, and minoring in Psychology."

Their food came and Jordan wasn't sure what any of it was. It didn't look like any Chinese food he'd ever ordered. A lot of the ingredients were the same but they were combined differently. He looked questioningly at Molly.

"Just trust me Jordan, this is 'real' Cantonese food. You'll never want that Canadianized crap again!"

Molly served out Jordan's food then served herself. They picked up their chopsticks and began eating. The old woman came out with a small decanter and two ceramic cups, pouring a small amount of clear liquid into each cup. She smiled at Molly and said something to her that made Molly laugh and blush. Molly said something back which made the old woman laugh and smile knowingly.

Jordan smiled at Molly, "What? What's so funny?" he asked.

"She said you must be very proud to have such a beautiful and intelligent wife."

Now Jordan laughed and blushed, "You told her we're not married right?"

Molly laughed again, "No I told her that your parents were very thankful that I allowed you to marry me."

"God, you're a handful aren't you?"

Molly grinned brightly at him and continued eating.

---

After dinner Molly asked if they could stop at a phone store so she could get a new phone.

They stopped at a nearby store and she checked out all the phones then decided on a top of the line Android phone and accessories. She talked the salesman down to $300 and got him to set the phone up with her sim and memory cards.

When they got out to Jordan's car Molly got three texts. She checked them and went pale.

"Everything okay?" Jordan asked went he saw how she looked.

"My mom's home and she's wondering where I am."

"Are you in trouble? Text her and tell her we'll be home in a few minutes."

The rest of the ride home was made in silence. When they got in the elevator Molly turned to Jordan.

"Thanks Jordan, I had fun tonight. I don't usually have friends because I move around so much."

"I had fun too Molly, did you want me to come in as back-up?"

"Yes, it might not be a bad idea. Thanks."

When they got in to Molly's unit her mom was waiting impatiently. "Where have you been Molly? I was worried sick about you!"

Molly rolled her eyes, "That's a surprise."

"You should've at least called or texted me young lady."

"I couldn't, my phone broke. Jordan took me to get a new one, and he got me dinner."

Her mom crossed her arms over her chest, "That's the third phone you've broken this month!" She looked at Jordan, "I'm sure you could have let her use your phone so she could call me!"

Molly got a defiant look in her eyes, "Mom you know that first phone was stolen. Jordan helped me move stuff in. I'm sorry I didn't call you, I was tired and hungry. The last time we talked you weren't going to be home until morning."

Jordan stepped in and tried to take the heat off of Molly, "Mrs. Johnson it was my fault. Molly seemed really upset about breaking her phone, and she looked like she was going to pass out from hunger. I know I should have gotten her to call you first."

"How old are you Jordan?" Molly's mom asked.

"I'm twenty-seven ma'am."

"Well I'd think a twenty-seven year-old would have more sense than to take a seventeen year old girl out without checking with her parents first."

"Mom I turned eighteen two days ago remember?"

"Oh, yes well even so. Thank you for your help Jordan and for taking care of Molly. Good night."

Jordan left and could hear Molly and her mom arguing from across the hall. It lasted for about a half hour. The last thing he heard was Molly shouting 'Fine! Whatever! I'm going to bed!'

He felt so bad for Molly, this was all his fault. He should have made sure with her mom that it was okay before taking her out. Jordan waited a bit then went across the hall and knocked on the door.

Molly's mom opened the door and gave him a scowl, "Yes?"

"Mrs. Johnson I'm sorry about tonight. I realize that I should have made sure it was okay with you before I took Molly out. Believe me nothing happened. We went out to dinner then I took her to get a new phone, that's all. You shouldn't punish her for my mistake."

"Mr..."

"Roberts." Jordan replied.

"Mr. Roberts, Jordan right? I appreciate your honesty. Please understand that Molly is a very impulsive girl, and very often doesn't think before she does things. When she was ten we were in India for two months. She got it into her head that she would go to the market without telling me. After two hours of searching we found her at the home of one of the local merchants, eating fruit with his children. That was just one of her many escapades."

"Mrs. Johnson I understand your concerns," Jordan said. "From the little bit I've talked with Molly she seems to be very lonely. It sounds like she hasn't had many friends growing up, and the few she has made she's had to leave behind."

Molly's mom smiled and Jordan saw where Molly got her smile from. "Jordan why don't you come in, I have a feeling we'll be talking for a bit. Please have a seat."

Jordan found a chair and Molly's mom sat on another one. "Jordan, Molly is an exceptionally smart girl, and her affinity for languages is phenomenal. Unfortunately for Molly, the nature of my work causes us to move far too frequently, even for my liking." 

"That's kind of the impression I got from Molly too," Jordan replied.

"In just about every country we've been Molly's made a friend. Every time we leave she's devastated. With it just being the two of us you can understand that I'm very protective of her."

"I can understand that Mrs. Johnson..."

"Please, call me Olivia."

Jordan smiled, "I came from a single parent family as well Olivia, I know what it's like to have a protective parent. Dad was like a drill instructor with us after my mom died. You know at some point Molly's going to have to be able to make her own decisions."

Olivia shook her head, "I know Jordan. I don't know if you heard us arguing but I'd be surprised if you didn't. Molly and I were arguing about you. You may not realize this but Molly's already latched on to you. As far as she's concerned you're her best friend. I was worried that she barely knew you and I'm still not thrilled about how quickly she's attached herself to you. Jordan I'm only going to say this once. If you do anything to hurt my daughter you'll have hell to pay. You're a lot older than her and I won't allow you to take advantage of that."

"Don't worry Olivia, I'll be careful with Molly. I know me being older than her is a legitimate concern for you, but I'll make sure that nothing serious happens." Jordan replied. Just knowing that he'd been able to defuse the situation between Molly and her mom made him feel good. Having Olivia's conditional blessing to see Molly again made him feel good too. In the few hours he'd known Molly she'd somehow insinuated herself into his life.

"Molly? You can come out from around the corner now sweetie," Olivia said with a smile at Jordan.

Molly slipped around the corner and leaned up against the wall with her hands behind her back. "So it's okay if I hang out with Jordan mom?" She asked somewhat nervously.

Olivia smiled at Molly, "Yes honey you can. It appears that you've already made a good impression on him in the short time you've known each other. But I'm warning you Missy, you'd better let me know what you're doing and where you'll be. I'll not have another Hyderabad incident again."

---

When Jordan got home from work the next day Molly was sitting on the floor outside his apartment. 

When she saw him she jumped up and stuffed her hands into her jeans pockets, grinning shyly. "Hi Jordan, how was your day?"

Jordan looked at his new friend and smiled. He had to admit she was very pretty. She was highly intelligent and her bubbly personality made her very likable.

"Hey Molly! It was terribly exciting! But being a lawyer can be like that." he said with a laugh.

Molly looked down at the floor and giggled, "You're just teasing me Jordan."

Jordan laughed, "No seriously, if the meeting I was in today had gotten any more exciting I would've had to wake up! So what did you do today?"

"I did some unpacking, studied a bit and waited for you. Nothing much really."

"Judging from the number of red boxes you guys have I guess you'll be here for a bit?"

"God I hope so! I don't mind travelling to new cities and exploring, but I just want to stay somewhere long enough to call it home ya know?"

"Is your mom working late again?" Jordan asked with a grin.

"Yeah but only a bit late. Why, did you have something in mind?" Molly grinned back.

"Find out what time she should be home and let her know I'm taking you to Stanley Park. Tell her we'll bring back dinner."

Molly texted her mom and smiled when she read her response, "She said thanks for letting her know and she should be home at seven."

They headed out and when they got there Jordan showed her some of the sights around the park. Molly was quite impressed. She really liked feeding the swans. They even saw some artists painting and drawing. 

Molly really liked the fact that Jordan was taking the time to show her around, she thought he was very sweet for spending so much time with her. They explored the park a little more then went to pick up dinner.

"You know we can go back any time you want Molly." Jordan said as they drove back to their condo.

Molly grinned at him with excitement in her eyes, "Really? That would be so cool!"


The Gypsy



Jordan smiled at her, "Yeah, we only saw a little of the park today. There's lots more to see yet."

"I'd like that Jordan. It's been a fun day. Thanks so much for taking me out again."

At dinner Molly told her mom about their trip to Stanley Park. She was more animated than usual, so much so that her mom and Jordan had to laugh. Her child-like enthusiasm for what she'd seen and done was infectious.

"It seems like you two had a wonderful afternoon!" Olivia said with a chuckle. "If it's okay with you maybe we could go on Sunday, I've never been there myself."

"Could we Jordan? I hardly ever get to do fun stuff with my mom. Please?" Molly said as she almost vibrated with excitement.

Jordan laughed, "I don't see why not, as a matter of fact I think they're having 'Shakespeare in the Park' on Sunday."

---

The following Sunday Molly, her mom and Jordan went back to Stanley Park. Molly's mother made a picnic lunch for them to take. Jordan decided to take them to parts of the park that he hadn't already taken Molly to. They found a quiet meadow to have their lunch in. There were a few families there and the small children were running around and enjoying the warm sun.

After lunch they went to where the play was going to be performed. They laid claim to a soft patch of grass and settled in for the show. The play being performed this particular week was 'Mac Beth'. There was no stage, sets or curtains. The actors moved and performed amongst the audience, stopping in place when they were not actually performing. The three of them thoroughly enjoyed the show and chatted about how nice a day they'd had as they walked back to the car.

When they returned home Olivia thanked Jordan and let herself into their unit with a smile at both of them, leaving Molly in the hall with Jordan.

"Thanks Jordan, I had a lot of fun with you and my mom today. We haven't done anything together in a long time." Molly said with a shy smile.

"I had fun too Molly, your mom's pretty cool. I'm glad I could take you guys out today." Jordan said as he returned Molly's smile.

Molly leaned toward Jordan, hesitated for just a moment then leaned the rest of the way and kissed him briefly on the lips. She stepped back and raised her eyes to meet his, her cheeks were flushed. "See ya Jordan."

Molly slipped into her apartment, leaving Jordan alone in the hallway. He stood there for a few moments, not sure exactly what had just happened. He turned to his apartment and went inside.

---

Over the next few weeks Molly and Jordan explored the city, going to Robson street to check out the shops and boutiques and generally finding new places to hang out together. Jordan thought it was amazing that whenever they went into a shop and Molly wanted to buy something, she haggled everyone down in price. He figured it was because of her experience in the markets and bazaars she'd been to growing up in so many different countries.

Molly was loving the fact that Jordan was spending so much time with her. What made it even better was the fact that as long as she let her mom know what she was doing everything was cool. 

Jordan was the best friend she'd ever had, he was so cute and funny. She knew she'd surprised him when she kissed him, heck she had surprised herself! She hadn't kissed him since that first time but she sure wanted to again. She was afraid to though, because she didn't know how he would react if she kissed him again.

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Jordan had a few minutes between cases so he decided to call Molly's mom and talk to her about a few things, "Hi Olivia? It's Jordan do you have a few minutes?"

"Sure Jordan, I was just going over a report and was going to take a break anyway. What can I do for you?"

"Well I wanted to talk to you about Molly."

"Is she being a bug? I'll talk to her and tell her that she needs to ease up a bit," Olivia replied.

Jordan laughed, "No she's been great, I like spending time with her. I just wanted to talk to you about something but I just wasn't sure how to approach you about it."

"Oh. Why do I get the feeling this might not be something good Jordan?"

"Well ahh, I'm not sure if it's good or bad. You see, when we got back from our trip to the park a few weeks ago Molly kissed me. I was so surprised I didn't know what to do. Don't worry it hasn't happened since, and I would never put Molly into a situation that she wouldn't feel comfortable in."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for just a moment, "Oh. Oh my, Molly's never done that before Jordan. This is something I hadn't expected. Jordan please be very careful with Molly. In many ways she's very mature for her age and in others she's not. I'm not sure what to make of this myself, but I'm guessing that she's more attached to you than we both anticipated."

"That's what I thought too Olivia," Jordan said. "I'll be mindful of that. I was wondering if I could maybe take Molly to a barbeque that some friends of mine are having on Saturday."

"That should be fine Jordan, just please keep in mind what we've talked about okay?"

"Sure Olivia, I understand. I should have her home no later than eleven o'clock."

---

Saturday was one of those rare perfect days where it was warm without being too hot, with just enough breeze to take the edge off of the sun.

Jordan knocked on Molly's door, it opened momentarily and Molly came out wearing a pretty yellow sun dress and carrying a tote. She gave him one of her bright smiles and put her hand in his arm.

"Hi Jordan, I brought my swimsuit. You did say your friends had a pool right?"

"Yup, and don't feel nervous or anything, everyone's pretty laid back. I think you'll like Tyler and Nicole, they're a lot of fun. You'll be able to show off a bit too, Sasha's from Russia and Mandeep is Indian."

"Cool, I haven't spoken Russian or Hindi in ages! I hope your friends like me, it'd be a bummer if they didn't." Molly said.

Jordan laughed, "Don't worry Molly I think you'll be fine. But if you feel uncomfortable let me know and we'll come home okay?"

"Okay Jordan, thanks for letting me tag along."

"I wouldn't have asked your mom if it was okay if I didn't like hanging out with you Molly. Besides it'll give all of my friends a chance to meet you."

When they got to Tyler and Nicole's place Molly suddenly got a case of the jitters. "Jordan wait. What if your friends don't like me? What if I do something really stupid? Are you really okay with me coming along? Your friends are a lot older than me, will we even have anything to talk about?"

"Whoa whoa, hold on sweetie!" Jordan said with a chuckle, "First off, they'll love you. You're way too much fun for them not to. Second, we've all done something stupid in our lives and you're way too smart for that anyway. And yes I'm totally okay with you coming with me. Trust me you'll have lots to talk about with them, just be you're normal lovable self and you'll be fine."

Molly took three quick deep breaths and looked at Jordan. "Okay, I'm ready," with that she leaned over and gave Jordan another quick kiss then opened her door and got out of the car.

Jordan hesitated for just a second as his lips tingled again. 'She did it again!' he thought to himself as he got out too.

Jordan opened up the side gate and called out as they walked to the back of the house. "Halloo!"

"Jordan! My albino brutha from anutha mutha! What's the deal bro?" said a black man the size of a small building as he came up to them, giving Jordan a bear hug.

Jordan gasped as his spine and ribs creaked from his friend's assault. "Hey Ty, great to see you again bud."

Tyler looked at Molly and his eyes glinted with mischief, "Ooowee! This must be the girl that you bin telling Nikki about! Darlin' you'se all dat! BAM!"

"Oh Tyler behave! You grew up in Banff for crying out loud," a petite blonde woman said as she came up behind him. "Hi you must be Molly, I'm Nicole and this big idiot is Tyler. The two little chocolate otters in the pool are Kevin and Kori, the girl trying to drown them is Tania, she's Sasha and Anya's daughter. We're glad you could come."

"Hi Nicole, Tyler, it's nice to meet you." Molly said with a smile. 

Tyler's hand engulfed Molly's when she shook his hand.

"Sorry if I surprised you Molly, I sometimes forget myself and go all street once in a while," Tyler rumbled.

Nicole rolled her eyes as she led Molly to meet everyone else, "Yeah 'street' in Banff means you have to buy a 'daily' lift ticket."

"I heard that woman!" Tyler shot back with a grin.

Molly giggled at their interplay. She knew she was going to have fun.

Nicole introduced Molly to Sasha and his wife Anya, and Mandeep. She greeted them in Russian and Hindi, impressing them all. She had a short conversation with them, switching between both languages seamlessly, explaining how she'd been to both countries as a child.

Sasha waved his hand at his daughter, catching her attention. "Tatiana! Tania! Come here for a minute!"

Tania swam over to the ladder and climbed out, walking over to her parents. She smiled and nodded at Molly, "What's up dad?"

"Tania this is Molly, Jordan's girlfriend. Molly this is our daughter Tania, I'm sure you'll have lots to talk about." He said with a smile.

"Hi Molly, please tell me you brought your bathing suit! I'm losing the dunking war."

Molly grinned and laughed, "Yeah I did, where do I change?"

Tania pointed to the small pump-house/cabana, "It's the door on the right, please hurry!" she giggled.

Molly trotted over and went inside to change. She put on her bikini and stepped back out on the deck. Her swimsuit wasn't really sexy or revealing, it was a simple red and yellow striped suit and pretty modest by most standards.

Tyler and Jordan were busy murdering burgers and franks on the barbecue when Ty noticed Molly out of the corner of his eye. He gave a low whistle and nodded, directing Jordan's attention to Molly.

Jordan followed Tyler's gaze and gaped. He'd known that Molly was a pretty girl from the day they'd met, but seeing her in a bikini...wow!

"How old did you say she was bro?" Ty asked with a low rumbling chuckle.

"Uhh, eighteen?" Jordan said quietly.

"Whoa, and her mom's okay with you two dating?"

"Ty we're not dating, we're just friends, really."

The big black man gave his friend a knowing look, "How often do you see her Jord? Honestly."

Jordan squinted up at his friend, "Every day I guess. But seriously we're just friends."

Tyler roared with laughter, drawing everyone's attention to them momentarily. "Jordan, buddy, you're dating. Get over it man," he murmured.

Once the food was ready everyone grabbed a plate and started eating. The two girls sat together at the far end of the pool with their feet in the water.

"So how long have you and Jordan been dating?" Tania asked with a conspiratorial grin.

Molly giggled, "We're not dating, we're just friends Tania."

"God I am so jealous of you Molly. My folks would totally freak out if I was dating a guy Jordan's age. So your mom's okay with you guys going out? She's not like, acting all weird about it?"

Molly grinned at Tania, "No, she's okay with it. Well I mean we go out, we just don't 'go out' you know?"

"Crap Molly, Jordan's totally hot. If my parents let me date a guy like him I'd jump at it!" Tania said with a giggle.

"Tania! It's not like that, he's my best friend!"

"Have you kissed him yet?"

Molly blushed and tried to suppress a grin as she thought about kissing him in the car earlier.

"Oh my god you did!" Tania squealed. "When? Where? I hate you so much!"

"Shh! God Tania! The first time..."

Tania choked on her pop and gasped for air. "Fuck, you've kissed him more than once?" she said once she caught her breath.

Now it was Molly's turn to giggle. She looked across the pool and noticed that Jordan was watching her, which made her blush. "The first time I kissed him was after he took me and my mom to Stanley Park a couple of weeks ago. Then I kissed him again just before we got out of the car today."

"Holy shit! Were they like those kisses in the movies where they slobber all over each other?" Tania asked with an excited gleam in her eyes.

"No, they were quick little kisses. He has really soft lips..." Molly said wistfully.

Tania grinned at Molly and gave her a hug, "God I so wish I was you Molly. Jordan is like the hottest guy I've ever met and you live right across the hall from him! I really, really hate you!"

---

Sasha saw Tania hug Molly and grinned at Jordan, "The girls they are getting along well, no?"

"Almost too well Sasha! I'm afraid to even guess what it is they're talking about."

"You really have to guess Jordan? Two teenaged girls whispering and giggling probably means they're talking about boys," Mandeep said.

"That's pretty much all I ever talked about," Nicole said.

"Me as well," replied Anya.

Mandeep chuckled, "I'd have to say we're unanimous on that topic ladies."

Anya gave Jordan a sly look, "From the way they keep looking at you, I think you are the boy they are talking about."

Jordan blushed as everyone laughed. Tyler gave him a gentle shove that almost knocked him out of his chair. "The ladies have got you there Jord, you definitely seem to be the main attraction today."

Everyone laughed at Jordan's discomfort, he even managed to laugh himself.

---

After Tyler and Nicole got the kids into bed everyone lounged around together on the deck. Tania and Molly were each allowed to have a daiquiri with the ladies as a special treat for helping with the younger kids.

"Jordan told us that you don't just know Russian and Hindi Molly," Sasha said. "You know, when we're out of the office we don't have anyone to help people if English isn't their first language. Would you be interested in working with us?"

Mandeep smiled at Molly, "Yes, having someone like you who is able to speak several languages would be a great asset to our team."

"We know you're doing your university, and don't want to interfere with that honey. The choice is yours," Nicole added.

Jordan chuckled, "It's only part-time right now Molly, but we could really use you. The barbecue was a bit of a set-up, everyone wanted to meet you before they made their decision. So what do you say?"

Molly sat for a moment, not sure if she should believe what the others had just told her. "Are you serious? You want me to come work with you?"

"Yes Molly we do," Mandeep said. "We think you'll fit in just fine and with your language skills you'd be a great help to us."

"Well, I'd like to talk it over with my mom first. Just to see if it's okay with her. Can I let you know on Monday?"

"That would be fine Molly. Out of curiosity exactly how many languages do you know?" Sasha asked.

Molly blushed and lowered her eyes, "I can speak, read and write eight, and I can speak six more in a pinch."

Nicole laughed, "Holy shit! We thought Jordan was just pulling our legs when he told us that!"

"Well it could be more if Ty's up to teaching me some of his bad-ass Banff street slang. You never know when a snow-bunny might need legal aid." Molly said as she flashed one of her bright smiles.

---

As promised Jordan had Molly home by eleven, they were actually standing outside of their units at ten-thirty. 

Molly gave Jordan a shy little smile and looked into his eyes, "Thanks a lot Jordan, I had a great time today. I really hope my mom says it's okay for me to work with you guys."

"I do too Molly," Jordan replied with a smile. "I'm glad you had fun. You and Tania got along well eh?"

"Yeah, we're going shopping tomorrow. She's pretty cool, I like her."

"That's great Molly, maybe you can teach her some of your shopping tricks. Well I should let you go, I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Oh, okay." Molly replied with a disappointed look on her face.

Jordan went to go into his unit and put his key in the lock.

"Jordan?"

"Yes?" He replied as he turned back to face her.

"Are you my boyfriend?" She asked shyly.

"Well, hum, ahh I'm not sure. Why?"

"When Sasha introduced me to Tania he said I was your girlfriend. I was wondering if I was your girlfriend now.

"Molly things are a bit more complex than people just saying that we're boyfriend and girlfriend," Jordan said as he tried to think of how to handle the turn of conversation. "This is something that we both want to happen sweetie."

Molly blushed a deep crimson, "Do you want to be my boyfriend?" She asked as she held his gaze.

"I promised your mom I'd take care of you and not put you in an awkward situation Molly," Jordan said as he touched her cheek. "I really do like you sweetie, but I think we should check with your mom before we decide okay? I don't want to do anything behind her back."

"Okay," Molly said with an impish grin as she gave him another quick kiss and pulled him into her unit.

Olivia looked up from her laptop and smiled when they came in, "Hi guys, did you have a good time?"

"Yeah it was great mom, Jordan and his friends want me to go and work with them! I made a new friend too, her name's Tania! Oh, and is it okay if Jordan's my boyfriend now?"

"That's great sweetie! I'm glad you made a...Whoa now wait a minute Missy! When exactly did you two decide this?" Olivia said with a concerned glance at Jordan.

"Well I like Jordan, and he said he likes me. But he said he didn't want to go behind your back, so I'm just letting you know he's my boyfriend now, so we don't have to worry about hiding from you."

Olivia shook her head. She was pretty sure that Jordan had been bulldozed into this by her daughter. She knew that Molly could be impulsive and tended to be a bit flighty and carefree as well, although Molly had settled down some, and was acting more responsibly since she'd met Jordan.

"Okay let's start with the job, Jordan what will Molly be doing at your office?"

"She'll be answering phones, greeting clients, typing up letters and briefs, translating when we need it, stuff like that. It's part-time right now Olivia."

Olivia thought for a moment before addressing her daughter, "Do you think you can handle this Molly?"

"Yeah mom," Molly said with a big grin. "It sounds like it could be fun, and I get to spend more time with Jordan too!"

"Molly about this whole boyfriend thing. You can't just decide that someone is your boyfriend without finding out if they feel the same way about you too."

"But mom! I really like Jordan and he said he really likes me too."

"Olivia I think Molly and I may have already been dating for a few weeks now, and to be honest I'm okay with it. That is, if you're okay with it too of course."

"Well okay I guess this will be fine. I expect you to act professionally at work Molly. That means no monkey business at all when you're at the office. I mean it."

Molly flashed one of her bright smiles and grabbed Jordan, kissing him. "Yay! Thanks mom, I promise I won't do anything at work."

"Well I'm off to bed. Don't stay up too late and try to behave you two."

"We'll be good mom."

"Don't worry Olivia, we won't get into any mischief. Good night."

Once her mom had gone Molly gave Jordan a tight hug. "Uhm Jordan? What exactly do boyfriends and girlfriends do? I mean I know what they do, but you're...well you're my first boyfriend."

"Well pretty much what we've already been doing Molly. Going out on dates, cuddling, kissing, and other stuff." He said as he hugged her back.

"You mean like sex right?" Molly asked with a giggle.

Jordan blushed and chuckled, "Yes, like sex. But we're going to take things slow okay? No pushing too hard or fast Molly. Your mom expects me to take care of you and I will."

Molly gave Jordan a cute little pout then grinned, "Can you at least feel me up?"




The Gypsy



"God Molly, what is it about you that makes me not want to deny you anything? Yes I'll feel you up, but not tonight. Let's just cuddle and kiss for now okay?"

"Okay Jordan, cuddling and kissing is cool too. But don't wait forever to feel me up."

Molly took Jordan by the hand and lead him to the sofa, making him sit and plopping onto his lap. "So, now what? Do we make out? I don't even know if I'm kissing alright Jordan."

Jordan pulled Molly close and grinned, "You'll do fine sweetie, better than fine I suspect."

Molly leaned in to Jordan and gave him a shy, almost tentative kiss. She lingered for a moment, savouring the feel of Jordan's mouth and her's joining.

Jordan could taste the sweetness of cherry lipstick from Molly's lips. The softness of her kiss excited him, making him pull her tighter to him. His hand stroked down Molly's back, sending shivers through her.

Molly moaned softly, her kiss becoming more urgent and heated. Her arousal making her breasts and vagina tingle, her body taking over as her mind compressed into a pinpoint of energy centred in her belly.

Jordan could feel Molly vibrating with excitement. He knew that if they kept this up neither of them would be in any state to ease back. He pulled back and broke their kiss.

Molly whimpered in frustration, she grabbed Jordan again and managed to kiss him a few more times before he got her under control.

"Molly hold on honey, we need to stop for a second."

"Huh? Why Jordan?" Molly panted.

Jordan grinned at Molly, "Because if we don't ease up now we might go too far sweetie."

"Oh, okay. That was fun, are you sure we need to stop?"

Jordan gave Molly a quick hug, "At least for a couple of minutes. Once we calm down we can do it again."

Molly pouted again and rested her head on his shoulder, "Tania hates me Jordan."

"I thought you guys were friends, why does she hate you?"

"Because you're my boyfriend," Molly lifted her head and grinned, "and she wishes she was me."

"Ha ha, I thought she had a crush on me!" Jordan said with a quiet laugh and a sly grin. "Well if things don't work out between us I could always ask her out."

"Jordan!" Molly said as she playfully slapped his chest. "She's just a kid!"

Jordan gave Molly a gentle kiss, "I'm kidding! She's cute Molly, but she's not you. "You're full of fun and surprises, I really like being with you sweetie."

"Really? You're not just saying that are you?"

"Nope, I really mean it. You make my life interesting and I like that. I've learned more about Vancouver since I met you than before you pounced into my life."

"Hey you're the one who jumped into my elevator Jordan!" Molly replied with a giggle.

Jordan chuckled and pulled Molly into another gentle kiss, "True, but you were the one who wedged her way into my heart."

"Yeah but you're the one who fed me," Molly said as she returned his kiss.

"And you're the one who flashed me her cute little butt the day we met Molly."

Molly squealed and blushed, "Oh my god! Did I really?"

"Yeah just after you got out of the shower honey. Sorry but I just had to look." Jordan said as he kissed her again.

Molly touched foreheads with Jordan and looked into his eyes, "Did you like it?"

"Mmm, yeah. Did I ever tell you I had a thing for tall, leggy brunettes with short hair, blue eyes, and cute tushes?"

"No, but I think I know one you'd like to take out to a movie tomorrow," Molly said softly.

"Sorry kiddo, I already have plans to take this hot chick I know to this little dive of a Chinese restaurant that serves the best Cantonese I've ever had."

"Then a movie after that?" Molly asked playfully.

Jordan pulled Molly close and kissed her again, "Yeah I guess I could take her to a movie too."

Molly snuggled down into Jordan's lap and rested her head on his shoulder again. "Boyfriend? What do we do now?"

"Well Girlfriend I think maybe we should call it a night and get some rest. It's been a pretty exciting day for us both." Jordan replied.

"Oh! Yeah, okay." Molly said with a hint of disappointment in her voice as she got off of Jordan's lap. "What time for dinner tomorrow Jordan?"

"Four-thirty, five o'clock okay sweetie? You can come over earlier if you'd like. We could maybe hang out for a bit before we go out." Jordan said as he stood up as well.

Molly flashed one over her winning smiles, "Okay Boyfriend! I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

Jordan took her into another embrace and gave her a slow, deep kiss. Molly's arms wrapped around his neck and held him close as she pushed herself against him. Jordan could feel the heat of Molly's passion like a blast furnace. Their tongues danced in each others' mouths and Jordan's hands roamed down her back to her bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze. They eventually broke their kiss and stared into the others eyes, both panting softly from their excitement.

"Okay Girlfriend, I'll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams honey," Jordan said as he hugged her tight again then headed to the door.

"Goodnight Boyfriend, you have sweet dreams too." Molly replied.

Jordan stopped at the door and winked, "If they're of you they'll be extra sweet Molly. Good night."

---

Chapter two to come. 



The Gypsy and The Bet



"Ya what?" Beth asked. She swayed her long black hair so that it framed her shocked face and rested on her shoulders. She leant forward over the table of the fast food restaurant to look at her date, the squirming travelling gypsy and he wiped his nose with his fingers.

"I had a bet I would nail ya on the first date."

Beth squirmed in her seat and suppressed a grin, she liked the cockiness and confidence of Kieran but that didn't mean he would win his bet. She wanted more than just to be the subject of a stupid punt and held a chip in her fingers and slid it in and out of her mouth. "Really?"

Kieran nodded and smiled at the suggestive action from Beth. She was hot like her sister, and looked every inch a dirty girl who would do anything for anyone, hence the reason Kieran made the bet. "Yeah," Kieran replied and took a bite of his burger. Ketchup oozed out of it and rolled down the side of his hand. "There's ten notes on it."

Beth gave a titter and bit her lip, watching her date lick the sauce from fingers. "But ..."

Beth didn't know what to say but Kieran just shrugged. "Ah, I had a tenner on him, he couldn't fuck that posh bird from Sainsbury's and he lost that. He's just getting 'is own back."

Beth bit her lip again and smiled at Kieran, her mind whirring with ideas. "Split it," Beth suggested and Kieran scowled at her.

"Yo babe, I ain't payin' no ho for sex."

Beth crossed her arms. She would already be in trouble if her parents found out she had been taken out by a gypsy; her father hated the travelling community and here she was offering him the chance to win his bet, and get his end away and he was turning her down. Beth scowled at him. "So you wanna pay up then?"

"No, but I don't wanna give ya cash to fuck me. It ain't right."

Beth shrugged and kissed him on the cheek. "It's upta ya, pay up and have sex or pay up and 'ave no sex."

Kieran groaned and pulled the smug Beth back towards him across the table and his hands slipped down her top. "What da I get for me money?"

Beth took the chip from his finger and whispered in his ear. "Ya get to find out if I shave or not? And to road test it. Nothing more."

Kieran nodded and got up from the table, still leaving Beth leaning across it. "Come on then."

"What?" Beth moaned shovelling the last of the burger into her mouth.

"I gotta do ya by four or I lose da bet." Beth rolled her eyes but he prodded her towards the empty school building that was next to the park they had wandered onto. 

"Where we going?" Beth asked.

"You'll see," he told her cryptically. Kieran pushed open the the door to his old classroom, the school was open on Saturdays as it was used for the odd class and sports events, but it was empty. He sat her on the desk and rubbed his hands. Beth looked at him with a firm grin, kissing him on the lips and then leaning back on the desk.

She wasn't used to sex but had had one partner a few times and waited for Kieran to remove her skirt and panties, and start with foreplay, but he just hiked up her skirt and removed her red briefs.

There was no love or passion to it, it was just quick, firm, loveless movements to gain access to her loins. She grunted as the briefs got stuck around her ankles to display unkempt pubic hair that matched the dark hair on her head. She waited for Kieran to slide off his tracksuit bottoms and revealed an above average-sized cock with veins and a bulbous tip. She licked her lips, her heart beating furious and she felt him touching her crack.

Kieran was "warming her up," sliding his hands up and down her crevice softly until her own juices meant that his hand was sliding all over her crack. Beth was groaning and pushing her pelvis against Kieran's hand as he did; his motions were firm but gentle. 

A few chats with friends recently meant she was embarrassed at the small number of guys who had sampled her charms and when Kieran asked her out she dreamt of him going further. It was not the situation she had dreamt of, but closed her eyes and enjoyed Kieran's fingers working their way over her slit. She groaned and waited for Kieran to line up his cock at her entrance before pushing it gently forward into her waiting pussy. 

She gripped the sides of the table, groaning as Kieran powered his member deep into her, sighing and crying out. Her voice became ragged and her breathing in fits and starts, exhaling strongly with an animal-like grunt.

Kieran was pounding into her with some speed, his cock rubbing against her vaginal wall and she started swearing at her partner. He smiled as he shoved his cock into her unprotected cunt. "You fucking love this, you fucking whore," he told her and Beth nodded, and threw her head back staring at the window of their school classroom, seeing a couple of parents walking past the classroom towards the sports pitches.

He grunted, and she squealed, holding Kieran as close towards her with her legs wrapped around his waist. "Oh God," Kieran cried out. "Fuck!" 

His expletive marked his point of no return and he pounded furiously and rapidly into the pussy of the eighteen year old girl who was panting and squealing as he did.

Beth could feel something she had never experienced before and it was strange. A weird tension, and she felt her muscles cling on to something, but she didn't quite know what. It was a curious, unusual feeling and she wanted to pee; she wanted to release and let go, but couldn't. Beth panicked, screwing up her face, this had not happened before and her body was too sensitive, much too sensitive for her. Her body was alive, and it was an edginess. "Kieran," she cried through her panting. She need to ask Kieran to slow down when Kieran's face contorted and she felt his cock twitch. 

He groaned and she felt several waves of his semen splatter her insides. "Oh, fuck yeah," he cried and stayed in Beth savouring the few aftershocks coming from his loins. They remained motionless, panting for a few moments as Beth looked at him with her lustful eyes. "You were epic, girl," Kieran complimented and Beth just smiled at him.

"You were good too," she replied eventually in a low voice and looked down to see Kieran's deposit leak onto the table. Kieran grinned at her. "We need to collect your winnings," she told him and reached for her red knickers, hooking them over her ankles. 

Kieran laughed, and nodded. "Yeah."

Beth got up, feeling the combined juices of her and Kieran ooze down her canal and could feel her panties getting wetter as she walked to the door. It was uncomfortable but he told her that needed to preserve "evidence" for bet collection. 

They glanced at the clock: quarter to four, and they ran out of the classroom and across the school, towards a small estate opposite. Beth could feel her panties filling up with the mixed deposits of leaking semen into the red cotton and ran faster; she wanted to get her knickers off. 

Beth rang the doorbell of Kieran's friend and Dave opened the door grinning at the two figures in front of him. "You owe him ten pounds," Beth said firmly and breathlessly with a smile which caused the shaven-headed Dave to scoff.

"How do I know--," he started saying and Beth cut him off and lowered her knickers from underneath her skirt. "What ya doin'?"

"Proving to you," Beth replied instantly and passed her briefs with the semen covered gusset to the disbelieving teen. "He was wonderful," Beth gushed as the guy turned up his nose at the item, refusing to take them. "He rammed his cock into me like nothing I'd ever had before." 

Dave's face was full of revulsion as he looked the repugnant garment, and passed Kieran ten pounds begrudgingly from his wallet. "Fuckin' lucky mate. How did I know she'd put out on a first date? Why don't I get the fuckin' sluts?"

Beth glared at him. "Because he has a wonderful cock," she teased. "And he knows 'ow to use it. Ya don't." Dave grunted and closed the door with a snarl. Beth smiled and waited for them to get to the end of the path. "Come on, pay up."

Kieran stopped her at the end of the driveway and planted a kiss on Beth's lips, passing her both of the five pound notes. "Can we do this again?"

Beth grinned. "Yeah. But don't think you are getting sex every date," she replied with a smile. "Or certainly not for ten pounds."

Kieran grinned. "Sure."



The Gypsy and the Vagabond



From across the street, the vagabond had watched the reunion with wistful eyes. His purpose was done: she had her family now and would no longer need him as she had before. Fighting back a lone tear in the corner of his eye, he smiled at the young gypsy and said quietly, "Good luck to you, my sweet Valentine, and good-bye." And with that, he walked down the alley and disappeared through the meandering crowd.



The Gypsy Blacksmith



She was woken by the impatient snorting and stamping from the stalls below her loft chamber. Victoria smiled to herself with the simple pleasure of her new life when she once again realised where she was. She savoured the warmth of her cot for a few more seconds – let Jupiter stamp and snort for a few moments more – as she breathed in the tangy scent of the stables down below, and listened to the birdsong calling outside.

Victoria threw off the thin bolster and stretched her lithe body in preparation for the day. In the few weeks during which she'd been in the employ of the estate, Victoria had grown to love these easy summer mornings. She adored the work, as hard as it often was; it was like a dream to her. She had always loved the wildness and latent power of those most noble of beasts, and to be amongst them all day from sunup 'til sundown? Why, it was simply Heaven. 

Victoria splashed water over her face in a hasty toilette. There was no time for such niceties first thing; the horses were the priority; there would be time enough for her to wash more thoroughly later in the morning.

***

The time was just past noon when Victoria rode her favourite back into the yard. She'd ridden Jupiter out along the woods and fields of the estate and had let the animal take her wherever he pleased. She was thrilled, as always, by the latent, physical power as Jupiter moved fluidly and confidently over the dark earth tracks. 

Never once did the girl feel fear when the big horse lifted the both of them over what appeared to be impossibly high hedges. She was Bellerophon upon Pegasus, laughing with pure pleasure as the horse's hooves rumbled and he galloped at full speed. The wind was a roar and her long hair flew out behind her as Victoria experienced the total joy at being alive and upon that great, broad back.

Eventually Jupiter turned towards home and carried Victoria at a sedate pace back to the stable yard. As they moved slowly on the return journey, Victoria felt the familiar tingling at the tips of her breasts and a distinct oily wetness between her thighs. The physical sensations of her wild ride were all too obvious to her. The rhythmic beat against her quim... the constant rub against her sensitive titties... Those sensations were so delicious, so secretly wicked, but it was the thrill of the freedom she experienced; along with the horse's awesome power under her direct control that served to heighten the sexual arousal. 

Victoria blushed visibly and was grateful for her solitary state, sure that if anyone saw her at that moment that her face would give notice to her wanton guilt.

***

Victoria noticed the caravan immediately and felt a prick of curiosity at its presence by the stable yard wall. She dismounted and suppressed her inquisitiveness over the caravan due to the immediate needs of the horse. 

She led Jupiter inside and attended to him like the dutiful girl she was and a short time afterwards walked back out into the summer sunshine. Victoria had just passed the stable door when she saw him – the Gypsy Blacksmith.

Victoria's hand flew to her mouth with shock over what she witnessed. She felt a flush of horror, outrage and excitement like a slap to the face as the man turned. He had been relieving himself against the wall and had turned at precisely the same moment that Victoria had left the stable.

Victoria's jolt of surprise wasn't due to the Gypsy pissing outdoors; it was the momentary glimpse she had of his thick cock before it was unceremoniously stuffed back inside his britches. Victoria had never seen a grown man's penis and the unexpected sight of this one caused her tummy to flip with a confused surge of arousal and disgust.

'Hello stable-girl,' the man smiled, totally unconcerned. He took a long moment to study the delectable creature that stood immobile by the stable door. 'What a ripe little peach she is,' he thought to himself and smiled even more broadly at Victoria. 'Do you have a name?'

Victoria looked into the man's dark eyes and saw the flash of amusement. She shrugged off the shock at seeing him so exposed and felt that sense replaced by the beginnings of her umbrage.

'He's teasing me,' she thought. 'The arrogant prick...'

'You're here to shoe the horses,' Victoria managed haughtily. 'I should think you've more to do than to stand about flirting with me.'

Despite her tender years and lack of physical knowledge of men, Victoria had had more than enough experience at fending them off. A few had tried to woo her in the past; drawn as they would be by her pretty face and the hint of her lithe body under her skirts and bodice.

'Flirting?' The man's laugh was nearly a roar of delight. 'You're a saucy mare, I'll grant you, Miss.' He shook his head wryly and fixed Victoria with a direct and obviously appraising stare as he became suddenly serious. He took a few steps towards the girl. 'I think you spoiled the fun we could've had flirting when you spied on me with my cock in my hand.'

The heat of her embarrassment and outrage spread over Victoria's face at his words. The direct reference to his penis appalled her, and to accuse her of spying on him ...

'You...' Victoria spluttered. She was totally at a loss for words. The conceited arrogance of him... How dare he?

The rage bubbled in the girl and then the unbidden image of the Gypsy's cock flashed across her mind. Victoria was appalled further by the quick clenching of her insides as she thought of what she'd seen and she was forced to retreat in an agony of confusion with the man's mocking laugh sending her on her way.

***

It was two months before she saw the damnable Gypsy again. Victoria saw his caravan in the yard when she came back down from the big house. Her stomach tilted and her senses were immediately thrown into a flurry of confusion, as though her ordered thoughts had been blown wildly about like the fallen autumnal leaves.

'He's here,' Victoria whispered and felt a tickle of interest between her legs. She experienced a throb of desire for the arrogant gypsy despite her dislike for the man, and she shamefully recalled how she'd rubbed urgently at her sex the evening that followed their first meeting. The sexual arousal she'd felt after her morning ride, coupled with the glimpse of the man's cock had been too much for the girl, and she'd succumbed to a masturbatory frenzy in her cot above the stalls.

This relatively mild beginning had slowly evolved over the weeks into a full blown fantasy in which the gypsy man expertly used his penis against the virgin stable girl.

Victoria heard the ringing of metal upon metal coming from the stable; he was obviously already hard at work inside. The girl steeled herself for the confrontation and entered the stables. Once again, just like the first time she'd seen the man, Victoria stopped and stared. He was turned three quarters of the way round from her, oblivious to her presence as he concentrated fully on the iron work in front of him. 

He was stripped bare to the waist in deference to the heat from his forge and Victoria had an almost perfect view of his muscled torso. His body shone lightly with the sweat of his toil, which gave his tanned body an oiled look. Victoria watched unmoving as the efficient muscles in his arms worked the hammer rhythmically. She saw his corded forearms tense and loosen as his hand rose and fell. The muscles in his back moved with the same fluid grace as her horse, Jupiter, and Victoria felt her own body begin to pulse and throb at its secret places.

Just then, as though sensing someone watching, the gypsy turned. Victoria could only gaze at his wide-shouldered physique. His chest was covered with plated muscle, decorated with the tiny coins of his nipples. The ridges of his stomach stood out starkly above the laced breeches at his narrow waist and Victoria could clearly see the arrogant bulge of him at the front.

'Ah, the sweet stable girl,' he smiled, the hammer loose in his hand.

Victoria simply stared back at him, her eyes moving quickly as though memorising his dark, wild-eyed features. His long, black hair was tied back, a feminine thing to do in those times, but which somehow seemed so, so masculine on this fine specimen of a man. 

The man's eyes lost their amused twinkle as Victoria approached him. He had been anticipating the enjoyment of taunting and teasing the girl again. He had hopes of taking things further along and had been savouring the thrill of the chase, but here, it appeared that the girl was prepared to move the game forward so much more quickly.

'What's your name,' Victoria said quietly, her words almost lost behind the hiss of the forge.

'Jonathon,' he replied, standing still while the girl crept closer and closer.

Finally, Victoria stopped, her body hovering an inch or two from Jonathon's chest. She looked up at him slightly as he stood taller than she, and then Jonathon did the only thing he could under the circumstances. He bent towards the pretty girl and pressed his mouth to hers.

Instinctively, Victoria opened her lips and felt his tongue push quickly against hers. The kiss opened the floodgates of Victoria's lust and she returned the kiss hungrily, moaning into the gypsy's open mouth as their tongues slid over and over.

Victoria ran her open palms over Jonathon's tightly muscled body. She savoured the oily wetness of his sweat. Far from repelled, she longed to taste the salt of his labours and licked at his exposed nipples when their kiss broke.

Victoria spent a moment on each of the dark circles and then ran the tip of her tongue down along the taut ridges and bumps of Jonathon's stomach, unlacing his breeches as she journeyed down.

Urgently the girl pulled the leggings down past the gypsy's thighs releasing his stiffening cock.

'Oh, dear Lord!' she cried out when she was confronted by the reality of Jonathon's penis. 'It's so thick... so terribly thick...'

Jonathon lifted the girl to her feet and kissed her again. He took her hand as they kissed and placed her fingers around his shaft. Victoria hissed and gasped when she felt the life in her fist. She pulled her mouth from his and looked down at the length of him.

'Move your hand,' Jonathon moaned and thrust his hips back and forth. 

His cock moved in Victoria's grip and she realised what it was that he wished her to do. She tightened her fingers around him as best she could in a forward hold. She moved her hand against him vigorously and savoured the moans that her actions caused to slip from Jonathon's gaping mouth.

With growing confidence at her own ability, Victoria tugged quickly and tightly at the man's impressive size. She seemed to be proficient enough even if her fingers couldn't quite meet around the girth of the cock.

She felt a rush of desire and power as she manipulated the man with her fist. She felt the same power over Jonathon that she felt when she rode the big stallion, Jupiter. She felt she had tamed the wild beast of this man's lust, just as she held the magnificent horse in check when she was on his back.

Then, Jonathon pulled away from her violently. 'No, stop,' he grunted. He turned to her with a wild look in his flashing eyes. Victoria felt a stab of alarm when she saw that look. She looked down to the scimitar curve of Jonathon's huge, angry cock. What was he going to do with it...? She couldn't... Surely he was too big for her virgin opening?

Heedless to the risk of discovery, Jonathon unlaced the bodice of Victoria's peasant dress. He pulled the garment over her shoulders and feasted his eyes upon her suddenly bared breasts. The sweet symmetry and pink tips elicited a groan of desire from Jonathon, and he sucked gently at Victoria's sensitive teats greedily.

He managed to pull Victoria's dress completely off and stepped back awkwardly in the constraints of his britches. He wanted to see her nudity; he desired nothing more than to have his fill of this delightful, unexpectedly ardent girl.

Jonathon hopped around uselessly as he struggled to free himself from his clothing. Eventually, and much to Victoria's mirth, he was as naked as she, with the comedy of his predicament going a long way towards easing any impending awkwardness.

With a tenderness that surprised even her, Victoria took hold of Jonathon's hand and led him up to her loft.

There was no need for words as the couple embraced and kissed again. Victoria felt the stiffness trapped between her soft tummy and Jonathon's body and the heat burst between her legs as hot as the neglected forge below.

Jonathon pushed his hand down to Victoria's vulva, causing the girl to gasp as his skilled fingers found the centre of her sex. The man groaned loudly when he felt the wetness of her and his passion was further heightened by the sob of lust that burst from the girl's throat as he touched her private place.

Jonathon cupped his hands under Victoria's buttocks and he lifted her effortlessly. Victoria had no time to be afraid of what was to follow. She had a momentary thought that he would hurt her before she felt the thick stalk of him split the lips of her sex apart. He rubbed the hardness along her cleft, causing her to groan as his cock stroked against her clitoris. 

Victoria was ready for him physically now. Her sex was gaping and awash with her desire. She could feel her insides clamouring for the attack on her virginity, and she welcomed the moment. Jonathon held her up with both hands, the pressure from his fingers forced her already pouting sex wide open and he pressed the brutal head of his penis against her body.

Victoria gasped when she felt the invader push into her and she tensed in anticipation of the pain that she was sure would come. To her surprise however, there was none, just the glorious sensation of being filled by the beautiful, throbbing cock. She looked down between their bodies to the point of their coupling, and was amazed to see that she had nearly accommodated all of that intimidating length.

Her mouth fell open when Jonathon eased her off his penis, inch by slow inch. She saw the glistening shaft reappear as he pulled almost free of her, and then she swallowed heavily when he reversed the process and eased her back down onto his girth.

'Fuck,' the single, heretofore unuttered obscenity slipped from Victoria's mouth. 

The man was inside her! She'd taken all of him and it felt so good. Jonathon shifted his position and Victoria felt the pressure of his arm around her waist. She clung to him with her lean thighs clasped tight around his body. Her arms clung to his neck and she began to move her body against his as best she could from that position.

Jonathon was lifting her off and easing her back down onto his erection. He kissed her exposed throat and her high, tight breasts as he thrust into her time after time. The sounds from Jonathon's throat became more urgent as the tempo of their joyous coupling increased. Jonathon was panting and grunting as he concentrated hard on the girl. Victoria added her sighs and groans of pleasure while her lover thrust into her relentlessly.

Victoria felt as though she had been made just for this man, it was like her body had been maturing and developing to this point where she could accommodate his cock with ease. Like a key in a lock he fit her perfectly. She was very nearly hypnotised by the sight of their bodies coupled together. Her labia appeared to cling to the wet shaft of him as though her sex would only release him with the greatest of reluctance. The more she gazed down at her no-longer-virgin opening, the hotter the flames of her desire grew.

'I... I...' Victoria's voice was a croak. 'You're inside me,' she groaned, stating the obvious.

'Yes,' Jonathon could only sigh in response. 'You're so tight... So wet, but yet so tight around me.'

Jonathon's thigh muscles burned with the effort of keeping the pretty girl held up. He moved closer to the cot and as gently as he could, lay Victoria on the bed.

'Turn over,' Jonathon growled when Victoria looked up at him from the softness of the bed.

'From behind?' Victoria gasped when she realised what her lover was demanding. 'Like animals?' She added, her tummy sliding with the excitement of taking a man in such a depraved way.

'Beautiful... So beautiful,' Jonathon enthused when Victoria rolled onto her knees and lifted her glorious buttocks high in the air.

She rested on her outstretched arms and wriggled her hips in an invitation for Jonathon to take her again.

'This is so wicked,' Victoria moaned; her eyes clasped tight as Jonathon re-introduced his erection to her scarlet opening. 'So very, very bad,' she sighed before her head fell forward, the sense of Jonathon easing his iron hard cock inside her body overwhelmed Victoria's senses.

The gypsy gulped hard when he saw the sweeping curve of Victoria's narrow waist where she broadened quickly over the swell of her hips. Her backside looked like a true picture of feminine beauty, as though the sublime symmetry had been designed purely for his artistic appreciation. He held his cock in his hand and pushed the big dome of the head against the gooey folds of Victoria's vulva. He held himself just at the entrance for a moment, both savouring the moment and teasing the girl to such a point that she actually whimpered for him.

Jonathon slid into Victoria again and took a tight grip on her hips as he began a rhythmic thrusting. He knew he would last for only a short time longer and began to stab into Victoria sharply. 

The increased force of her lover's thrusting matched Victoria's needs perfectly. His cock was angled into her so that it seemed to rub against the most sensitive place inside her and Victoria felt the beginnings of what was to be her first ever climax with a lover.

The heat of her sex was growing with each passing second; her clitoris throbbed incessantly, with her tight, erect nipples pulsing in time with the beat between her thighs. Victoria grew frantic and was clawing at the bed covers in a futile effort to soothe the fire at her core.

'I've never...' Victoria's voice tapered off to a deep guttural groan as Jonathon stabbed in and out of her.

His taut, muscular belly slapped obscenely against Victoria's buttocks, the noise reverberating around the small room. Jonathon lifted himself higher and used his cock at a sharper angle against the girl's clenching sex. The raised angle only heightened the intensity of Jonathon's feelings along his cock, and he could do nothing more than to succumb to the inevitable. He grunted with the huge effort as his semen spurted from him and spattered against the girl's insides.

'Sweet Lord!' Victoria squealed when she felt the tiny pulses of Jonathon's seed gush rhythmically against her cervix. 

The sensation of having this lovely, powerful man filling her with his ejaculate pulled back the bolt that held Victoria's climax in check. The bursts flooded outwards in concentric circles from Victoria's hot centre and her equally thrumming nipples. Her tummy muscles clenched and her hips and thighs jerked spasmodically when the glorious release flooded through her body and along her limbs.

Victoria fell way from her lover to lie, panting face down on the ruined bed leaving Jonathon's thick cock leaking the residue of his gloop from its single eye. Jonathon looked down to see Victoria's body leaking more of his semen from her used and puffy sex. There he saw the thin thread of blood mixed with his seed and he realised the enormity of what he'd just done with this girl.

***

The gypsy caravan was still in the yard the following day, and it could be seen there for more days to come while the long-haired gypsy and the stable-girl romped upstairs in her crumpled bed. Jonathon had been her first lover and Victoria was already more than a little in love with the man. She hoped he would leave his caravan in the yard for some time to come.



The Gypsy Bride



Cassandra

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She lived among the gypsies, black long curly hair, black wide eyes and the body of a goddess. She was named Cassandra. Many feared her, she had dark magical powers. In her 25 years she was taught by the eldest of the tribe, also like her, how to tame, control her powers, and when to use them.

Her parents had died when she was a mere baby, her mother had had the power she was told, and it was passed onto her. The eldest of the gypsies, his name was iron fist and was called by her granddad, for he had raised and took care of her.

Cassandra had many men admirers amongst the group, yet she felt no love for any. She was raised with them and saw them all as her brothers.

As all gypsies they traveled form state to state, town to town and she never had a home except for her private wagon and her occasional tent. At every town they visited she performed a dance and retired to her tent immediately as not to be a center of attraction. Mostly they camped in the woods, away from the towns; gypsies were only there for entertainment not many liked to mingle with them.

She heard the shout of the first wagon; they had reached their camping area. It was not far from the nearby town. And somewhere in the distance she could smell water. A waterfall she thought. A smile crept across her lips, she loved to swim and refresh herself in the water. Hopefully at night, or in the early morning when no one is around, she would sneak there for a swim.

Nick

*****

Sweat broke from his forehead as he chopped the last log, and threw the axe aside. He had been living in this cabin ever since his parents passed away and he was called to claim his inheritance. He had been working on a farm away from home, and as soon as he learned of his parents death he came home. He started trapping rabbits and selling their fur for a good amount of money. He was doing much better than the farm. And here he had his own home, his home which over looked a valley beneath it, and the waterfall that poured at its base. 

He walked over to through water over his toned and masculine body. He was 32 years old and started working when he was 15. He was very handsome with light piercing blue eyes and gold blonde hair. Many of the ladies in the town would watch him as he walked the streets. He was favored. Yet he had not found the woman of his dreams yet. It was foolish, he was chasing a dream. For a year now he had been having the same dream, it started the night he moved into the cabin. A woman with black eyes, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, a wolf and him. The dream always ended in heated passion waking him up sweaty and aroused. He did not know why this dream haunted him. And who was this woman. 

He shook his head, every time he thought of his dreams he would feel a sharp tug at his heart and a deep feeling in his stomach. Maybe it was just because he needed a woman. It had been a long time for him since he touched a woman. He had no time, between checking his traps and working on the house and skinning the animals his time was too full to think of bedding a woman. He sighed and walked indoors.

Tomorrow morning he had a full day ahead of him, he must wake up before dawn to check the traps by the fall.

The morning after

*****************

It had been along night for Cassandra. She kept having dreams of a golden man. She had woken in the night and ventured out into the woods, till she found the waterfall. It was magnificent; she had waited here till the crack of dawn so she could swim in the waters.

She stripped of her clothes and walked into the cool waters. Letting her hair lose of its ribbons it pooled about her back floating lightly till it was immersed in the water. Holding the soap in one hand lathing herself as she hummed lightly a tune which she loved.

He woke up to the birds singing by his open window, last nights dream was more intense that it had ever been. Making him wake up all sweaty and hard. He got dressed and began his venture towards the fall. As he neared the fall the heard it, a voice so sweet, as if the angels were singing to him. He approached slowly and hid behind the bushes, his eyes widening with shock at what he saw.

Gently stroking her full breast, her nipples fully erect she caressed them lightly. She felt flushes running through her body and feelings she had begun to feel many years before. They were explained to her by iron fist as arousal. And he had explained to her how to explore them and ease herself, till she found a worthy mate.

He watched her, he could not believe it, the woman from his dreams was bathing in the water before him. His shaft grew hard as she began to stroke her breast, and he moaned lightly. 

"Who was this woman? Was this an image of false?"

He was stunned could not move his breath captured in his throat and his heart began to pound. He took in every sight she offered him, her hair wet and long, he full lips, her aching breasts and her lovely dark skin. He was bewitched by this beauty.

Her second hand dipped low beneath the water to caress gently over her mound and lower till it reached her folds. She began caressing that pearl that gave her pleasure and moaned, she found a rock in the water and leaned on it as she explored and brought herself pleasure. Her panting growing at each stroke, till she released all her emotions and let out a deep loud cry of pleasure. 

He watched and feasted while she lay back against the rock, caressing herself, and moaning. His erection so hard he had to touch, he moved one hand against his pants, stroking lightly hoping it would ease the aching. But it only grew more, building as she let out her last cry of pleasure. The intensity of it, shaking through his body sending him one step backwards, he steeped on a log. The rustle he hoped she did not hear. He froze.

Then she heard it, a rustle in the bushes and saw a human form. She saw the glistering golden hair and the light blue piercing eyes watching her. She made sure he saw her glaring at him with her black eyes then she swiftly dipped behind the rock.

She had seen him, she had looked at him her eyes, were piercing his soul. He could not move. Then she dipped behind the rock and he fled forwards out of the bush, ran to the water and jumped in swimming to that lonely rock. He had to talk to her, he must find out who she is, and he had to apologize. He swam with all his might and rounded the rock. Suddenly out of nowhere an owl flew out, scaring him sending him back. He looked, she had gone. 

"But how? Where was she?" He looked around and she was nowhere to be seen, only the owl sitting upon the branch in a tree as if it was watching him.

He leaned against the rock, panting. He lost her, a sadness filled him, but he found her once and would find her again he thought as he swam to the river bank. He would find her! Then he commenced his walk into the woods, that woman imprinted and haunting his thoughts.

The dance

**********

The town was like many of the towns she had been through. People walking down the streets, carriages passing by, children playing, And as usual when they saw gypsies they flocked around knowing that a show was to be held. 

Cassandra looked down on her attire, a long skirt that started at her lower waist revealing her sexy navel, a little brassier, bangles on her hands and a thick chain at her neck. Her hair was loose flowing to her lower back, the curls like a spider's web, black and dark. She was a sight she thought for many.

They approached the center of the town where many people had gathered, she descended from the wagon and took off her slippers as she entered the middle circle. 3 gypsy men sat on the ground, beating the rhythm she was used to dancing to. She began to sway and flow as if she was dancing on air. Her bangles creating sounds, her hair flying around her as she twirled, her hips moving sensually to the music, her eyes wide, gazing around her, her breasts barely covered revealing not much and not too little. Men glared while women gasped. She captured many with her beauty and the way she moved her body was pure sin. She smiled and laughed at the fellow gypsies as her soul was lifted and her body moved to the music, creating an aura of beauty, heaven and lust around her. Then the music ended and her song was over. People applaud and coins were thrown into the little baskets at her feet. She dipped her head thanking the crowd, collecting her baskets; it was a fruitful day she thought. Now she must return to the camp and tell iron fist of her dream and encounter with the golden man.

The traps

**********

He checked trap after trap. Finally his clothes had dried out a little bit, but his mind was rushing with thoughts of her. He could still see her, her eyes, her full lips, her body and her face as she let out that last cry of pleasure. His arousal had not settled all day, he could not stop thinking of her. 

"She was the woman of his dreams and he let her flee. Where she had gone to he did not know, she had just disappeared into nowhere."

He walked silently through the woods, knowing that bears and wolves were always around, his rifle tucked soundly behind his back, was his own security against them. If he died here no one would know. And he did not intend to die in these woods. He knew there was something else for him in life, he had always felt it.

He reached the last trap. Removed the dead rabbit, placed it in the bag on his shoulder, and began his walk to his cabin. He still had to clean these rabbits, and their meat made a very tasty meal. Alas he always dined alone, and no one to share them with.

Iron fist

**********

She walked into his tent after announcing herself; although he raised her she had much respect for the old man. He was in his late 60's yet he possessed the strength of a young man. 

"Come my dear child." he said. 

"Tell me, why are you bothered so?"

She knew he would read her mind, and instantly she fell at his feet and began to tell him the events that had happened.

Iron fist said nothing; he stood up and walked to the side of his tent. Removing some rocks from his pocket he said blow on them child. She did, she blew on them and moved back, knowing these were the rocks of life. They told events that were to happen to the person in short times to come.

He threw the rocks into a bowl of water and began to speak. 

"A cry of help will be heard and the wolf shall help, a friendship grown will lead to self, a love unknown will grow and tell."

Then he stopped, looked at her and said, "he is safe my dear child, he is the one you shall mate with, but all in due time my dear the spoken events must happen first."

Cassandra gazed at her granddad and asked, "but how shall I know when they are to happen?"

"You shall know my dear, you shall know. Now go rest, let your mind guide you to where you need to go."

She bent her head down as he placed his hand upon it, "may the spirits and souls of our ancestors guide you my dear." he said.

"Thank you granddad for you constant advice and may the ancestors and souls keep you among us." She walked out of the tent with those last words and retired to hers.

The dreams

***********

A huge bear was following the golden man, it had cornered him and was about to strike when the wolf jumped out of the woods and attacked the bear. The marking was hers, the white slash of fur against the side. She woke up. Sweat pouring out of her and her heat beating so fast. The wolf, then man, and save. The souls had shown her what was to happen. She would save him from a bear. Her heart raced faster. She could not sleep again she must go out.

As she stepped out of her tent, she looked around and saw a few gathered around the night fire, laughing and joking. She strayed into the woods and suddenly was above the trees, viewing the lands, taking in the magnificent dark sky, and then finally coming to perch on a branch near an open window.

This time he woke up, his dreams had started of him and the woman in his arms making sweet love to her then he had seen the valley, his house and all from above. And suddenly an owl with a white marking at its side, the same owl he had seen at the fall. He sat upright in his bed, looked out the window and saw it. Sitting on a branch, with the same look it had yesterday as if it was watching him. His heart leapt, and he rose to the window, wearing nothing, bare as he was born. He stood there watching this creature as it watched him, then suddenly it flew off with a cry, fluttering its wings and flying back into the dark skies. He returned to bed to fall asleep once more, thinking of that owl and his mystery woman.

A mist engulfed her as she appeared, her heart racing at the view she saw. He was naked, bare and it was the first time she had seen a naked man. She had seen him! She walked back to the camp and saw the men eye her as she approached. They learned never to ask her where she was and what she had been doing, they knew what she possessed yet they had never seen it. She walked into her tent and slipped of her dress, lying upon her berth, his visions coming to her mind she felt her heat. Slipping her hand down to caress her aching fire, her mind swept into a fantasy, making her release time and time again. Till she was exhausted and fell asleep.

He was touching her, feeling, caressing, then slipping deep into her. Her eyes were staring up at him and he was bewitched by the black color of them. Their moans mounting higher and higher as he took her deeper, harder and fuller, till they both lay there spent after he had spilled his seed in her. He woke up! Heart drumming like a thousand hoof beats and he noticed his blanket was wet towards his groin. This had not happened to him since he was a young lad. This was insane he thought. He threw the sheet aside to recover a new one, and returned to his bed. He must sleep. Tomorrow he had to go to the higher mountains where there were much more bears and wolves and needed his wit about him. Tomorrow is to be a long and very dangerous day for him. He closed his eyes.

In the face of death

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He woke before dawn as usual, packing up his trapping gear and his rifle. He sighed. It had been a long night he thought and a long day is ahead. He better leave early so he could return before dark, before the night creatures emerge. He reached the high mountains at noon, looking for his last trap, he found it. He decided he must rest before his journey back down the mountain for it was an exhausting walk. He lay back on a tree, covered his eyes with his hat, clutched his rifle by his chest and fell into a deep slumber.

She woke up sensing danger. Thoughts of the bear and the wolf flew to her mind. She donned her clothes and ran out of the tent. All were sleeping now and no one saw her rush out into the woods leaving a trail of mist behind her. She ran fast on all four, smelling him and following his scent. Till she reached a high rock and below she saw him sleeping. Panting and tired she sat down, sleeping among the bushes, watching him from atop.

He woke up from his slumber, eyes opening gently. He had slept enough and now it was time for him to head back. Dead rabbits could attract wolves or bears. He did not want to risk it. He stood up and began to walk down the path he was familiar too. Then he came to stop as a large bear was before him, angry and growling. Slowly nick retreated, but the bear smelled the rabbit and wanted the source of the scent which was nick. 

He ran, the bear followed and he tripped over a log, the bear was above him growling and snarling his left paw lifted high to strike, then a wolf pounced out of no where. Leapt onto the bear's back, biting into its flesh. The wolf was thrown to the ground and yet stood up again to stand before nick's feet. Growling at the bear and warning him, the bear must have found defeat because it let out a deep growl and left. He wolf he noticed was cut right by a white slash of fur, just like the one he saw on the owl. It was bleeding, yet he dared not move, for he could be its dinner. Then it turned and looked him in the eyes let out a loud howl and limped into the woods.

She heard it, she fought it and she was wounded. She limped through the woods, she could not change into an owl and fly, for it would have a cut wing. She had to reach the camp, she had to get to iron fist. Each step taking the life out of her, slowly painfully it took her hours to get back to camp. She did not have the strength to change. She slipped into the camp undetected and into iron fist's tent. He saw her; he knew her as she walked in and fell upon his feet. Unless he helped her wounds she would not change. He carried the limp wolf and laid it by the fire, using herbs and bindings he tended to her wounds. And waited for her to wake. 

Nick reached his cabin; the whole trip down had been full of thoughts and wonders. 

"Why had the wolf saved him? Why did it have the same marking as the owl? Why? Why? Why?" 

Then he came to a conclusion as he set his things by the door. 

"Out of all the whys he knew one thing for sure. He had faced death."

The day after

***************

The morning sun rose and shone upon the camp. Sometime during the early dawn the mist had engulfed the tent and she was changed back. A deep cut upon her shoulder, she winced as she moved. Iron fist was there, soothing her, she was bare, covered with a blanket and laying upon the floor by a little fire in the tent. She opened her eyes and saw him. 

"Welcome back my dear child, I take it you feel better than yesterday?"

She nodded. 

"I did not see myself getting hurt granddad, I only saw me saving him." 

"You will heal my dear, and as soon as you do, you must begin the quest of friendship between man and wolf. Now sleep again, by the time you wake there should be no more pain and you need your strength to travel the woods."

With that she closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

As he chopped the wood, he recalled his dreams of the night before. The wolf was hurt, wincing and whimpering but it was being tended to by a human. A human in black, an old man, then appeared the woman in place of the wolf, she was hurt too. His dreams were getting weirder and more complicated he thought. Today he would rest, no checking the traps. He would go down to the lake in the late afternoon and soak for a while, then return for his dinner.

She woke, feeling less pain, yet the wound remained. She noticed that beside her washer robe. She inhaled the scents around her and knew that granddad was near. She stood up gracefully, wore the robe and emerged from the tent. 

Granddad walked up to her as he saw her and whispered, "he is by the fall. Let the wolf go meet her new friend, it is time my dear child."

She nodded her head and bowed, walking quietly into the woods, many eyes followed her till she was out of sight, and then the mist appeared. She reached the fall and saw him, in the water swimming and spearing fish. He was a hunter she thought. She approached the river bank so he could see her, began to drink from the water, and let out a howl. Then sat there waiting for him to approach.

The howl cut through his soul, he froze instantly then turned quickly and saw it. Sitting there by the river bank, the same wolf that had saved his life, marks if the wound by its side, yet it seemed to have healed magically. The animal was watching him, sitting there not afraid as if it was calling him, suddenly he found himself swimming close. It did not move as he was near, it did not growl and it did not pounce. 

He remained in the water, eyes fixated on its eyes, he noticed, they were black! He spoke, he did not know why, but he spoke. He said I am going to touch you; I don't mean any harm I just want to touch you and led out a hand slowly. The wolf lowered its head; he took that as a sign of good and began to caress the wolf's head. As he rose from the water, the wolf stood, and pounced into the woods.




The Gypsy Bride



She reached his cabin and sat by the door, waiting his return. Only the thoughts of his magnificent body running through her mind, thoughts of his beauty. 

"This man was amazing he was truly a god. His touch was so gentle, the way he caressed her head, he had purity in him. Why had the souls chosen him for her mate, why not some other gypsy?"

She closed her eyes; she needed to rest herself and her wound.

He approached the cabin and saw it. Sleeping there by his front door. 

"The wolf! What was it doing here? How did it know his home? What did it want?" 

He walked silently to the front steps and then it glared at him with those black eyes. It rose, moving closer to him eyes on his; it then once again lowered its head, and came to a stop by his feet. 

He patted the wolf once again and it licked his hand. He was shocked, "This could not be, a wild animal, tamed, letting him caress it." 

He knelt before the wolf and it raised his head to lick his face and placed a paw upon his leg. He then rose, walking to the door of his cabin, he opened it and said, "well enter, lets have dinner."

She was in his cabin, "It smelled of him. It was 2 floors, she had seen the bedroom and now she saw the rest. She sniffed about, wanting to change to show him who she was. But no! Tonight is the night, she must wait. It will be a full moon; the souls will be dancing in the skies of joy as she fulfills her quest. She saw him heating some rabbit, placed in his plate then in another. It was for her she knew. She ate as he placed it upon the floor, and then sat by his side as he sat on a rocking chair on the porch, letting him stroke her. She loved the feeling. Soon he would sleep." she thought, "soon."

He felt so relaxed stroking this wild animal; "it was a she he had noticed. And she was very calm as she ate, drank and moved along side with him as he emerged to the porch."

Sitting by his side. Placing her head on his knee for him to stroke her. He was amazed. 

And soon he needed to sleep, "would he see this wolf again? Would it return to him?" He wondered, feeling a sudden tug of sorrow at his heart as he thought of it not being here in the morning. 

Then he shifted, patting the wolf one more time and saying, "now my mystery wolf I must sleep. Have fun girl, the night is yours." 

He rose and entered his house.

The dream came true

********************

He slept peacefully, dreaming of the wolf this time, patting it and feeling its closeness. The way it stared at him, ate in his house and sat by him. Then suddenly he saw her, she was standing at the base of his bed, naked as could be, waiting for him to wake. Then he opened his eyes and saw her!

She changed into the owl this time and landed on his window ledge. Changing back into a human, she set one bare foot upon the wood, stepping lightly not to wake him yet. She crossed the room till she stood by the base of his bed, and stared down onto him, barely covered with a sheet, he looked wonderful. The moon lit room gave enough light for her to see him clearly, and for him to see her clearly when he woke. Then he opened his eyes and he saw her, she smiled.

He was dreaming he knew it, he felt awake yet he was dreaming. "It was impossible." He closed his eyes and lay back. 

As he shut his eyes, she slid down onto the bed. It creaked lightly at her fragile weight, sliding her body over his, she felt his hardness come in contact with her hip and she gasped lightly. He was already aroused, she thought. Then she kissed his closed eye lids and his lips. His hands wrapped around hers and kissed her back. Roaming along her sides. She moved seductively upon him, striding him above the sheets. Then she was flipped over, the sheets no longer between them, he began kissing her neck, her chest, her nipple, and her tummy and then he began circling his tongue around her navel. She moaned her hands in his hair. She arched higher for more; she felt his shaft between her thighs and her wetness deepened. 

"He was dreaming." he thought, and what a pleasurable dream. 

He was kissing her, he could really taste her skin, feel her heat. It was incredible. He needed her so much and did not want this dream to end.

Then gently he pushed himself lower between her thighs, making her spread the legs wider so he could lay in between, his hard shaft nudging lightly against her intense heat, her hips shot up immediately, her moans deepened as he took her nipple between his teeth and bit on it lightly. Then she felt it, his hand reached down to stroke her heat, touching her folds as she did, one finger probing lightly, making her release and release.

Letting out a light cry of passion. His hand left her only to be returned by his shaft, probing lightly, slowly it entered then it broke as he was in her. She let out a cry of pain. 

His eyes flew open!

He looked at her. "Dear god! This was no dream." he froze! 

She was here in his bed and he was making love to her. He was caressing her and he was inside her and she was a virgin. 

He asked. "but how?"

She whispered, "shhh questions later. Love me now."

His heart leapt with joy, he could not stop now, he had broken her, he wanted her and he needed her.

His hips began to move sliding himself in and out of her. Watching her black eyes he saw the passion in them. Her moans increasing at each faster stroke he did and each deeper probe. Her walls tightened around him. 

"OH LORD!" He cried out.

He whispered. "I am must release my dark angel."

She nodded and said, "In me. Release in me."

It was all it took. Her hands wrapped around his neck, her legs high above his waist, her head arched back, his thrust deeper, harder, faster, his heart beating so fast. He finally let out a cry matching hers as they both released. He collapsed above her, laying his head upon her chest. He went quiet, speechless.

She was in heaven, she looked outside the window and saw a shooting star and smiled. The ancestors and souls were happy; they were dancing in the skies for her. She let her hand caress his hair, and waited for him to speak. But no speech came; he had fallen asleep upon her chest. She must wait till he shifted so she could leave. Tomorrow is another day she thought.

It happened

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He woke up, feeling fulfilled and happy. His eyes flew open to look at woman who was in his bed last night. She was not there. It was an empty bed he slept upon. Was it a dream? No it was not, he could smell her upon him, upon his bed. It was true. She was here and she came to him. He rushed out of bed, wore his pants and ran below, maybe she was there, yet the house was empty and silent. Then he heard it a scratch upon the door, he looked through the window and saw the wolf. It was pawing the door to enter. He reached for the knob and opened it.

She had gone to the camp during the night and had woken iron fist and told him all about what had happened. 

He had said, "very good dear child. Now the wolf must return to him. And it must lead him to the mystery. Take care of him for a few days, and then start to show him the mystery that surrounds it."

"Very well granddad, I shall miss you."

"I am with you Cassandra, do not worry."

She kissed his forehead and knelt before him before she left the tent.

She arrived once again at his cabin. She knew he was awake and started to paw the door. When he opened her heart expanded at the sight of him, she wanted to change and show him who she was. But not now, he must learn to trust the wolf before he knew the truth.

He watched as the creature stepped into his cabin. It rubbed itself against his legs, and moved in. he shut the door and turned to it. 

"Well good morning to you too my mysterious friend. Are you hungry?" 

He was amazed by the result of his question; it turned around and playfully lay back, barking. He approached it to pat its belly as it played on the floor, and said, "well I guess you are. So lets eat. Then we can go out and check some traps." 

The wolf rose barked and wiggled its tail. He took that as a yes.

She ate what he had placed before her. He was starting to trust her. She needed this, only when the trust was complete could she reveal herself. She ached for the night to come so she could return to his bed once more. The feelings he had arose in her, she gentleness, the love, and the joining. All had been new and amazing to her. She ached for his man; she wanted him and needed him. He was indeed her soul mate.

Passion at the fall

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The day was going wonderfully, many traps were full, and the wolf was beside him every step of the way. They reached the fall, where he remembered his beauty, as she bathed in those waters. He let out a heavy sigh as he sat down. The wolf came to lay its head on his lap, he looked down and placed one hand on its head, stroking lightly, then he said you're a lucky gal, u know? I bet you got all the male wolves waiting just to pounce. And me, he sighed again, the woman of my dreams I cannot even hold onto her. She came to me, showed me heaven and disappeared. I don't know where to find her, or how to? God! 

"Where is she?" He asked.

Then he wolf whimpered, as if it understood him.

He gave the wolf one last pat, and said, "lets swim." 

He began to undress and walked for the waters. 

She wanted to scream, she wanted to tell him, I am here! But she could not; all she could do was let out a whimper. A little sob. Then he stood to swim, she ran happily towards the waters, she loved the water. She watched him strip as she stood by the bank, waiting for him to approach. Wagging her tail happily. As he entered the waters she leapt in swimming about him, each time she neared he would touch her, stroke her, sending shivers through her skin. She then swam to the bank, shook of all the water from her, and disappeared into the woods. A mist rising deep in the woods, as the owl flew out to land behind the rocks. She transformed into flesh and gazed at his back, as he washed himself, she slowly began to swim close.

He watched he wolf pounce away and wondered where it had gone to. Maybe it sensed something. He sighed and began to bathe himself. Then he felt it, a soft touch at his shoulder and he turned around and saw her. 

Hair wet, eyes wide, lips red as roses smiling at him, and a fully naked chest rising above the water. He reached for her as if he was trying to catch a dream. But she fell into his arms, his lips upon hers, they kissed and touched. 

He finally had the strength to draw back, he looked at her and asked, "where have you been, is this a dream, and what is your name?"

She flowed into those safe arms, and took his kiss with passion. Her soul swimming above the skies and her heart beating with joy. When he drew back she wanted more, then he asked her the questions. 

She whispered, "I am here now, and my name is Cassandra. Now love me." 

She slipped back into his arms.

He whispered in her ear, "Cassandra! My name is nick." 

Then he wrapped his arms around her and took her lips once more, with passion. Molding her body to his, he could feel her heat even with the cool water around them. His hands slipped from her face to her shoulders and down to her bottom. Bringing her closer, lifting her legs to wrap them around his mid section. Nudging his shaft against her, he wanted her to feel what he did to her, how she made him feel.

She felt his hard shaft as he lifted her in the water, her legs wrapping around him, bringing that heat closer to hers. She moved slightly against him, rubbing herself gently as her breasts stroked his chest, lips caught by his, passion and love engulfing them.

He could not stop kissing her, she tasted like heaven, and he wanted more. He wanted to taste all of her; he wanted to see her eyes as he feasted on her body. He held onto her tighter and began to stride towards the bank. He laid her upon his clothes as he knelt between her spread legs. He broke the kiss and told her let me love you. He began licking the water from her, kissing her, till her reach her nipple, he sucked on it as his hands caressed them. he was trembling, his lips then lowered to her navel, kissing yet again, till her reached her mound, he kissed it his hands now stroking her sides, his arousal harder than ever. Then he needed to taste her all, his lips descending to her pearl and folds, he licked, kissed, touched and savored her. Tasting her wetness he let out a deep groan.

She moaned and wanted to scream, as he touched caressed and kissed her. Her body trembling and aching, then his lips touched her there, desire flooded through her sending vibrations all through her body and core. She moaned and lifted her lips, she could feel her wetness pour as he continued, she could feel his fingers and tongue savor her. Her hands reached down to his hair, tugging at his silky golden hair, she let out a deep moan as she released. 

"Nick!"

He tasted her release, he heard her say his name. Then his lips left her to rise to her lips taking them harder, his fingers still probing her. He felt her release once more upon his fingers. Her moan captured by his lips. He removed his fingers and brought in his hard shaft, nudging it lightly against her, he probed gently, slipping into her inch by inch. 

Watching her squirm and buck her hips, trying to get him all in. he continued to tease her, released her lips, and held her hips as she moaned his name and pleaded. Then with one swift move, he drove in her, deep and hard. She bucked and heaved beneath him, moans and pleas escaping her lips, eyes wide and filled with passion. Then he felt her walls tighten hard and he knew, his pace became faster, his panting harder and the he released, collapsing above her. 

He kissed her lips and said, "Dear god! Don't leave me Cassandra."

She was panting, holding him in her arms, she kissed his hair. The way he made her beg, while he teased her, the way he made her release time after time, the way he took her, fast, hard and then he filled her with him. They had climaxed together, souls joined once more. 

Then he rolled over her, sliding behind her, she heard his gasp as he saw the healed wound on her back, then his lips, he kissed her back and whispered, "what happened?"

"A branch, I was carelessly running through the woods. A branch hit my back. It is healed now." 

She snuggled into his arms, then said, "Nick! I must leave soon. I shall return to you tomorrow night at your cabin. Will you wait for me?"

He noticed the wound was like the one on the wolf's back. Could this just be a coincidence? Then he heard her question, his heart filled with sorrow that she must leave, but she said she would return. He did not want her to leave, he wanted to keep her in his arms, safe, loved, and he did not want to lose her again. 

He found himself saying, "I will wait till eternity Cassandra. Just come back to me." 

With that she turned in his arms and kissed his lips. His heart melted at her gentleness. Then she slipped out of his arms, leaving him on the ground and walked into the woods.

Once in the woods, safe from his view, she changed into the owl, and flew to his cabin to change once more into the friendly wolf, waiting by his door.

He laid there naked, gazing at the blue skies watching them till they turned darker and knew dusk would fall soon. Thinking of his Cassandra, he loved her, he had fallen in love with his dream woman. He rose and dressed, the wolf had not returned, he wondered where it went to. He could not wait much longer, he must get back. The wolf knew his cabin it would follow him if it needed to. 

The bond of friendship

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He reached the cabin and saw it, sitting by the door. As the wolf saw him it came running wagging its tail and pouncing. 

"You little traitor." he said. 

"Where did you go off to? Leaving me all alone, you missed her. She came to me, she was there, and she was mine. And guess what?" 

"I love her!"

She stopped, she could not move, watched him walk towards the cabin. He loved her! He said it. She needed to scream of joy. Then she let out a deep long howl, echoing through the skies and woods.

He reached the door, hand on the knob as he heard he wolf howl. He turned and saw it there, sitting howling, as if it was actually happy for him. He could not believe it. 

He opened the door and asked, "well? Are you coming in or not? I am hungry if you are not."

It came rushing and entered the cabin, pouncing about. He smiled. Tonight he will let the wolf sleep in doors. It would not harm him. He began to fix dinner.

When diner was over, they sat quietly as he read a book and the wolf slept by his feet. It would nudge its head against his legs occasionally and he would stroke its head. Knowing what it wanted. Time flew by and eyes grew tired. 

He rose and said, "well bed time. But first! I need to name you my little friend. And I think mystery is a good name for you." He smiled. And headed upstairs, followed by his new friend.

She lay on the floor by the bed, on a little rug. She listened to his slight breathing as he slept, and reality struck, she loved him too, her heart was content. And all was done. They had joined twice and he had learned to trust the wolf. Tomorrow, tomorrow night, she would reveal herself, the truth, and she prayed he understood. She closed her eyes and fell into sleep.

The truth

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She woke where she had lain the night before. Stretching and shaking her fur covered form. She glanced at the bed and saw that he was still in sleep, knowing that it was past dawn, she must wake him. she lifted her front paws to the bed and licked his face, barking lightly.

His eyes flew open, shaken by the bark. He saw the wolf there, as if it was smiling and telling him good morning. He noticed that he was late and it was past dawn and if the wolf had not awaken him, he would not have the day to check his traps. 

He said, "fine! I am awake, no need to yell." and patted the wolf's head.

"Lets get something to eat and be on our way."

The day flew by, she noticed and night had fallen. As they finished dinner and retired for bed, she slept on the rug by his bed one more time. Waiting for the right timing for her to wake him and change. She gazed out the open window then saw it a flare in the sky, a shooting star and new it was the sign. She rose and climbed his bed, turning before she was between the sheets. As she lay there she stroked his face and waited for him to open his eyes.

He felt her touch, she was beside him and he thought he was dreaming, but he was not. His eyes flew open and there she was in his bed, laying naked close to him. her heat so vibrant it rocked his soul. 

"Cassandra?" he whispered. 

"But how?" 

"Nick! It is about time you heard the truth. If you truly love me, you will accept it. If you do not, I shall leave and never to return."

His eyes focused on her, "what truth Cassandra what do you speak of?"

"Let me show you." She said. 

And suddenly a mist wrapped around them, filling the room. When the mist cleared, the wolf was beside him on the bed.

Nick flew backwards, tumbling from the bed and onto the floor, his mouth gaping open his eyes wide with shock. Had he been talking to the wolf? The mist, everything was real she was real. What magic, what trickery was this? Then suddenly another mist wrapped around the bed and he saw her once more. Sitting on her back legs, naked as she was born, hair tumbling down her front and back, eyes wide open and a smile that could set any man to his knees. 

"Nick, It is me, I am the wolf, and the owl. I was blessed with this power, by my mother. I am of a rare breed. Only few of my kind remain. If you do not accept me as I am nick, then I must leave you and never return."




The Gypsy Bride



He could not believe this, she was made of magic. His love Cassandra was magic. Not only was she the most beautiful creature he had ever seen she was made of magic. She had been with him all the time. The wolf, and the owl. He fell upon the bed and took her in his arms, kissing and whispering her name. 

"Cassandra, I love you! I do not wish you to leave, I love you and accept you."

She melted into his arms. Whispering back, "I love you nick. We were made for each other. The dreams are what brought us together. Everything. I love you and want to stay with you forever. The souls wish it."

Those were the last words said. Then he took her once more in his arms, and made passionate love to his Cassandra. 

His Cassandra he though a smiled slipped upon his lips. His, forever and nothing would take her away or stand between them again. 



The Gypsy Wench



The snap of the fire, the smell of the autumn leaves, the chill of the occasional breeze, left no doubt that fall was here, and winter fast approaching. 

I waited my turn to dance inside the small canvas tent. I would have to be the best there was, to garner the support needed to marry the man of my dreams. He would help, but I must also be good. The King of the Gypsies must have a proper Queen. 

Demetri and I had loved each other since childhood. I was still a virgin, although I had given myself to him several times and taken pleasure at his magnificent cock, both with my mouth and with him buried deep inside my ass. Now at twenty-one it was time. 

The music swelled, and I, the last of the dancers erupted from my tent in a swirl of veils. When the dance was complete. I would be naked except for a short sheer chemise. All would see my hidden treasures by the firelight behind me, and envy my King. I would be for him, and him alone. 

I am Tatiana, most beautiful of the gypsy girls, most skilled at our games, and a true witch through many generations. 

I heard the gasp, as the first veil dropped. I danced closer to Demetri and held out the second. He pulled it away and now glimpses of my tightly peaked nipples were visible to all. I curled my hands around my breasts, and leaning over held them out to him, inviting him into the sexual pleasures, I offered. 

He smiled at me, as I danced directly over his lap, enticing him to touch, to hold, to take me. To everyone’s surprise including mine. He joined in my dance. Announcing to all, it mattered not what or how they voted, he had picked his bride. I exalted in my ability to make him hard, to take him past the edge of desire and into sexual frenzy. 

He pushed me against a wagon and pushing up my shift took me, I cried out in pain as he ripped my maidenhead apart. I could feel the warmth of liquid on my thighs, blood or juices, I didn't know. I cried out again as pain turned into pleasure. Together we cried out in passionate completion as he flooded me with his juices. With forty families watching us, there was no question of my virginity or his choice, I was now the Queen of the gypsies. 

After our climax, he picked me up and stomped to his wagon. Kicking the door closed behind him. It was a night all brides desire. Recovering from his first climax, he went down on me and reminded me of how we had satisfied ourselves for years. I cried out repeatedly as he brought me wondrous joy. 

Turning me over and lifting my ass high in the air, He whispered " now it is time to remind your ass that I own it. " I whimpered in longing, I loved his cock buried deep in my ass. Lived for the pain and the pleasure he brought me. The sharp contrast of the pain he caused me mixed with the pleasure as his hands, and his cock, took possession of me, and made me his own. Always sent me skyward into the heavens. 

I heard the swish of his belt, and felt the sharp bite as it hit me. I yelped in pain. Again and again, he hit me till the pain became a hot glowing need to be taken, to be subdued and owned by my master, the man I loved. I felt his fingers delving deep inside me, and his hot wet mouth kiss then bite my reddened cheeks. 

"Now my Tatiana now" and he shoved deep. I yelled out as he penetrated me, and then he waited until the pain departed and the pleasure made me force myself back against him. 

"Fuck me now Demetri, please now. " He started to spank my ass as he shoved in and out. "Yes my darling I feel your hot center, your spasms, come for me baby come for me. " I did repeatedly, each longer and stronger, until I couldn’t talk or think just exist, in that Middle Kingdom of pleasure that never lasts long enough. When he stiffened and then joined me, the scalding hot juices of his body overflowed my ass and dripped down and onto our blankets. 

We soared together into the stars and walked with our ancestors. They told us our nation would thrive and prosper and that tonight I would conceive and that our twin sons would be strong. 

The next morning, it was hard to walk. My body ached in the after effects of a long night of love. When my mother brought our breakfast. She had time to whisper that there were many changes. Several of the other dancers had joined with Demetri’s friends that night and were now paired couples. She smiled, " it was a night of love, my darling". Reaching out she massaged my belly. "I hope the boys are well. " I startled. "You think I can not see your sons and their future? I am much more a witch then you my daughter. " 

My family was now safe. As Queen, they also would want for nothing. It was a cruel time and yet we prospered. We all had healthy babies, from the dogs, to the horses, to the people. All the children were strong and disease free. They grew wild and strong. We added two daughters and another son to the mix ourselves. Each one welcomed. I never grew tired of my master even when as men will, his eyes strayed to others, younger and different. We agreed and so we took them together. He then would watch as he relaxed, and we took each other for his pleasure. 

When I was thirty, I heard the people talk he should take a younger Queen. Demetri never said a word to me, but I worried. One night drinking honeyed wine and after much love making, I felt him lift me and take me to the fire. 

"Tonight I mark this woman as mine. She is my chosen one, and never will there be another wife before her. " I smiled, thinking I was dreaming until the searing heat of his branding iron touched my thigh. 

My sons held me tight. Completed, I now wore his mark for all to see. I heard the sighs of other women, who desired men to love them, as mine loved me. It was late the following morning before I awoke. He was watching me. "Does that answer your question?" I nodded. 

"Now call this reward for your love, or punishment for your doubts. Bite on this leather. " I did. When I saw the needle, I pulled away. He bound me to the crossbar of the wagon and then pierced my nipples, hanging pearls on thin gold wires on them. Finished there, he bent lower. I screamed long and hard as his needle pierced my clit and I had a hoop with his crest through it, before he was done. he smiled and licked the droplets of blood then kissed me. You are beautiful and you are mine. I fainted. It was late evening when I awoke again. He was holding a cup of honeyed wine to my lips. 

"Feeling better, my witch? There are strangers here, who would gift us with horses and money if my Queen could dance for them, and service them. Are you ready for such things?" I nodded and whispered " if it is my King's wishes". 

The outsiders were funny. Their women did nothing to pleasure them. Often times I know, that leaving here a woman learned new pleasure at the hands of her man. It was part of how our nation lived. The taking of things from outsiders in return for our knowledge of love. The music started and I danced. 

At thirty, having had five children, I was ripe, no longer tight as a virgin. My breasts were overflowing, and my ass as it wiggled sent them into spasms. Soon enough, they threw their gold and begged me to pleasure them. 

I took cock after cock into my mouth, until spent they withdrew. Many of their sons learned with us, first the pleasures of the mouth. Finally Demetri brought an old tough man to me, and whispered "he wants to take your ass my queen here in front of his friends, and will give me two horses and a large pig for the privilege. He also wants to see me whip you. " 

He kissed me and I smiled. " Such riches, they offer for an old married woman. " I smiled in pleasure, "and I get to be whipped by you as well, how can I refuse?" I stripped my clothes and walked to the center of the firelight. Demetri tied me and hung me from the pole that stood there. 

Uncurled his whip and I heard the hiss just before the tail struck me. I yelled out in pain as it hit me repeatedly. He took me systematically into the pleasure he always brought me. 

When I was moaning for his touch. He stopped and said "now take her. " The man’s stubby fat cock invaded my ass, as I felt Demetri’s push into my pussy. The old man stopped then started again. I was full and riding high ready to orgasm, when a slight young man pushed his cock against my mouth. I opened and sucked him into the depths. I felt him shiver and knew he would be quick. 

Together all three shot at the same time. Moreover, I joined them from sexual overload. I think it was that night that we conceived our twin girls. I was oblivious to anything. The overload of the branding, the piercing and the sexual show left me out of realities touch until almost twenty-four hours later. When I came to, we were miles away from our camp and heading to a reunion planned for over a year. 

We would be the most prosperous band there. It had been good times for us. Rumors were all over that it was time to journey far from our homes for the armies of this country did not like gypsies. 

They thought us less human then their Teutonic blood made them. They wanted to cage us. Make us settle down and live in places they called ghettos. It was not a good thing. Like others before us, we must now fight or flee. This reunion would determine the outcome of our nations. We would also laugh, talk, dance, drink, and make love. That is what gypsies do to celebrate life. 

Many of us had been dreaming. I saw us often taking a long ship's journey to another place. I could only assume it was America. On it, I saw many deaths and the birth of my twin girls. I knew we would separate and that soon, I would no longer see my mother or my family for many would not come. I was sad. I knew however that first we must take care of as many as we could. 

The reunion saw over three thousand gypsies gathered together. Once we determined to flee. We sold everything we had except for clothes and backpacks and our gold. The women practiced holding small cylinders inside their bodies for hours, when examined no one would find our money. We also sewed gems onto our clothes scattered in with the glitter and sparkle of the junk jewelry. We could and would start over in this new country. My sons found wives from another band and the weddings were wonderful. I know had more daughters to make me glad. Pregnant myself, the help of others was always welcome. 

Soon it was time to go. As we boarded the huge ship with tears in our eyes. I felt my heart already flying to theis new country called America. Such adventures we would have. I whispered, "How will we find a way to be private on such a large ship? Demetri leaned in and bite my ear. "Always for you I will find the time and the place. "I kissed him and lightly fondled his magnificent cock. Our future was safe in his arms. He reached and supporting my belly cuddled me and the girls close. "It will be well Tatiani, I will make it so."



The Gypsy's Curse



"Nuri, we are Gypsies, our ancestors came from the heart of India. We are not like other people. You see we have certain powers. We must not use these powers flippantly, only when absolutely necessary."

Nuri rolled her eyes, she had heard her mother tell her this over and over again. Nuri didn't even want to learn how to "curse" people. Nuri thought it was all a load of shit. Yet to tell her mother that would result in a verbal fight, so Nuri humored her and half listened to her speech about "curses," and "special powers." 

"So Mom, we're like the X-Men?" Nuri said sarcastically.

"Nuri, don't be silly, this is real life, not some junk American pop culture!"

"Sorry, Mom."

"It's okay honey, it's better you don't believe you have powers, our group of Gypsies have been kicked out every land we've lived in, and this life in America, it is good!"

Nuri wasn't sure if her life really was any good. She lived her whole life in America and didn't quite know what it was like in the other countries her ancestors had lived in. Nuri was in her early twenties and had lived all across the country, never staying long enough to make any permanent friends. She and her mother had sold wares at flea markets for as long as she could remember. They barely scraped by. All Nuri had to her name was a smartphone and a bunch of thrift store clothing. Nuri wondered how her mother lived before coming to America? How could her mother consider this "the good life?"

***

The next day Nuri was all alone selling her wares at a flea market. Her mother was in the next town over doing the same thing. Nuri fiddled around with her phone, reading the latest celebrity gossip. Business had been slow, she sold one lamp for twenty-five bucks. "I guess it's ramen again tonight." Nuri thought to herself as she started to pack up her wares.

Then suddenly Nuri saw what looked to her to be two walking piles of cash. It was a young yuppie couple. Awkwardly approaching was a young beautiful blonde woman, whose high-heeled shoes were sticking into the mud as she walked. "Gross!" She exclaimed as she looked down at the muddy ground.

Her partner was a tall handsome man with khaki pants and a sweater wrapped around his waist. 

"Honey! This looks promising, look a real gypsy!" The man said unaware that Nuri was in earshot.

Nuri smiled, she knew these kind of customers were great for business. They were always seeking "hidden treasures" hoping to find a naive seller to get the best of. Instead, they routinely bought goods for much higher than retail value. These two were Nuri's only hope in getting a decent meal tonight.

"May I help you? Nuri said.

"We're just browsing, thank you." The man said as he followed his wife through the various rows of Nuri's wares.

"Wow, this looks old!" The woman spoke as she handled a vase.

Nuri looked over the couple, they were strangely fascinating. Nuri envied the blonde woman's beauty and fashion. She was tall and she looked to be in great shape. Her legs were well defined and it looked like she had a large, but not fat ass. Nuri thought to herself, "I wonder if she's a model?" Nuri examined closer, the blonde seemed to be extremely haughty and bad tempered. Her beautiful face contorted into sneers and contempt whenever she spoke with her significant other. Nuri admired the man, "Handsome and a gentleman to boot, carrying his woman's purse!" she thought to herself as she noticed he was carrying the blonde's designer handbag while she browsed.

"How much is this?" The blonde woman spoke to Nuri, holding up the vase.

"One-hundred," Nuri exclaimed, knowing full well that it wasn't worth that much.

"One-hundred, sounds good, doesn't it honey?" The handsome man said immediately.

"Shutup, let me handle this." The blonde woman hit the handsome man in the shoulder. before composing herself and giving Nuri a counter offer. 

"I'll give you no more than 40!"

"Oh no, I can't sell it for that low, the lowest I'll go is seventy. That is my final offer." Nuri replied.

"Fine sixty." The blonde woman replied.

"Sixty-five," Nuri replied trying to squeeze as much money as she could out of the young wealthy woman.

"Okay, I'll take it at sixty-five." The blonde sneered.

Nuri shook hands with the woman, "I can't believe I am selling it for sixty-five!" she thought to herself.

Nuri was excited, she looked forward to the Chinese take-out she was going to have for dinner that night. Nuri went to get her receipt book, she picked it up but fumbled it around in her hands dropping it on the ground. Nuri quickly bent over to get the receipt book. When she turned around the blonde woman was staring daggers at her handsome significant other. Then out of nowhere, she slapped the man other hard in the face.

"Stephanie!" The man said as he put his hand up to his slapped cheek.

"You looked at her! You dog!"

"Honey, I am sorry!"

The blonde woman turned around and pointed at Nuri, "You bent over on purpose, you slut!"

Nuri was shocked, "Excuse me, mam, I did nothing of the sort!"

In a fit of rage, the woman picked up a piece of ornate glassware from Nuri's shelf and smashed it into pieces. The blonde woman named who was apparently named Stephanie stormed off, leaving Nuri in utter shock and dismay. The ornate glass item that the blonde woman had broken was worth a lot of money. The handsome man quickly handed Nuri a business card and tactfully whispered to Nuri, "Call me I'll pay you back for the broken item, I am really sorry!" He then ran off to catch up with the blonde woman, who was awkwardly and slowly walking away in her high heeled shoes through the mud.

Nuri picked up the glass from the ground. She was mad. "Goddamnit, not only did I miss out on a sale, but the bitch broke one of my best items. That asshole better pay me back!" Nuri's anger built as she threw away the glass. "She slapped him, slapped him! Then she points a finger at me like I did shit! I could curse that bitch!" That's when a slight smile came to Nuri. Nuri still didn't believe in curses, but she did believe that at this moment the act of cursing the current object of her anger would give her a cathartic feeling.

So Nuri got her mortar and pestle, her special oils and the beetle wings her mother forced her to carry around with her. She haphazardly threw some beetle wings in the mortar and then drizzled some of the special oils into the mortar as well. She used the pestle to crush up the beetle wings into the special oil. "It does seem to glow a little bit." Nuri thought as she looked at her concoction. Then Nuri did the special chant her mother told her about. "Oh god I sound silly, I hope no one is listening to me." Nuri thought to herself as spoke her chant in a very low voice."

"Noru, Doma, Sika, Shu, Pella, Maka, Dera, Du." She repeated this chant five times.

Then Nuri realized that she had not actually thought of what kind of curse to give the woman, so she had to make one up on the fly.

"You will be obsessed with eating ass, you will do anything to eat your man's asshole, and umm you will never wear clothes inside your house, and umm you will insist on um eating your food out of a bowl on the floor like a cat." 

Nuri laughed to herself, "What a fucking, weirdo I am!" She thought to herself. Her heart was racing, she smiled, "it's kinda fun to curse people." Nuri looked down at the glowing concoction in her mortar bowl. "What the hell I'll curse the dude too." So Nuri cleared her throat and made a curse for the handsome man, she looked at the business card he gave her. His name was Stuart Ashcroft, he was a real estate, agent. Before she cursed Stuart she had a thought, "I know you're probably a douchebag Stuart, but still why are you with that woman, why do you let her treat you that way? I would be a much better choice!" Nuri paused, realizing fully her attraction to the man.

"Okay Stuart, here we go."

"You will be obsessed with me! Whenever Stephanie is getting you off you will think of me! You will insist on regularly spanking your girlfriend, you will insist on fucking her in the fucking ass and cumming on her pretty little fucking face."

"Oh god, I am a freak! And that really more of a second curse on the blonde bitch, oh well...I am so mean." Nuri thought to herself, feeling herself become slightly aroused by her very sexual nature of the curses. Then Stephanie looked away and thought about the vile nature of her immediate hatred of Stephanie. Nuri had to admit it, she was jealous, she had been jealous of rich American women her entire life. 

Nuri started to pack up her wares. As she packed up her wares she imagined her curses taking effect. "I really hope those curses are bullshit because I am one twisted fuck," Nuri said to herself as she shook her head, smiling at the ridiculousness of it all.

***

Stephanie Bettencourt slammed the door to her home, "Stuart James Ashcroft! You asshole! How could you look at another woman like that!"

"Honey I am sorry, I didn't, really I didn't!"

"I saw what you did, and that bitch bent over like that on purpose I know it!" Stephanie began to unbutton her blouse, as she continued to rage at her boyfriend.

"Honey, what are you doing, you're crazy!"

"For the last time, I AM NOT THE ONE WHO IS CRAZY!"

"No, no why are you taking off your clothes?" Stuart responded smugly as Stephanie stood in her underwear.

Stephanie looked stunned, she looked down at her black-lace-underwear clad body, her face grew red. "Well, I got to take off my clothes!" She wanted to put her clothes back on, but ever since she entered her home something compelled her to continue to strip naked. Stephanie undid her bra and let her breasts into the open air, then she stepped out of her underwear. Stephanie took her feet out of her high heeled shoes and walked to the cupboard to get something to eat.

Stuart walked up behind Stephanie and gave her a sharp smack to her ass. Stephanie yelped and jumped."STUART...WHAT...THE...FUCK!"

"Sorry honey, something just compelled me, I don't know." Stuart looked at his hand feeling as though some force of nature had caused his hand to spank Stephanie, not him. Stuart looked at his girlfriend's body and he started to become aroused. Yet for some reason he kept imagining that it was the gypsy woman from the flea market that was standing before him nude and not his beautiful girlfriend.

Stephanie poured the cereal into a bowl and started to walk over to the dining table to eat, but stopped midway and instead put the cereal bowl on the floor. She got on her hands and knees and like it was the natural thing to do began to lick up the cereal with her tongue.

Stuart looked on in amazement. "Is this the same Stephanie I know? Has she gone crazy? She is usually so prudish about nudity, now here she is displaying her ass to me as she eats food on all fours like an animal."

"Honey, umm what are you doing? I mean I like it, but what are you doing?"

"Shutup and let me eat!" Stephanie barked as her entire body cringed at the realization of what she was doing. "What am I doing?!" She thought to herself as she tried and failed to lift herself up off the floor. She could feel Stuart's prying eyes looking at her rear end, which was now prominently displayed. As Stephanie lapped up her food she felt the cold air breeze up against her exposed lower extremities. Goosebumps popped up all over her body.

"STOP LOOKING AT ME!" Stephanie screamed as she continued to lap up her cereal like a cat.

Stuart looked away, he suppressed every urge he had to slap Stephanie in the ass. He looked down at his lap and saw an enormous bulge in his pants, he was rock hard.

Stephanie was having urges of her own, urges so strange and foreign to herself that she could barely believe they were happening. She wanted nothing more than to lick her boyfriend's asshole. She could feel her juices begin to flow as she lapped up her cereal. Just the thought of putting her tongue in another person's asshole would have made her vomit just this morning, but right now it was the most arousing thought she had ever had. Milk dripped off of her nose as she turned around to see Stuart facing away from her sitting on a stool.

From her knees, Stephanie called to Stuart, "Stuart could you come over here?"

Stuart did as he was told and Stephanie almost frantically began to undo his belt. "Woah, honey, woah!"

Stephanie looked up at Stuart with lust in her eyes as she pulled down Stuart's boxers and pants. "Oh god, I haven't gotten a blowjob in fucking months." Stuart thought to himself as Stephanie began to lick his balls. Stuart felt her tongue lap at his thighs.

"Spread your legs open a little more!" Stephanie desperately said.

"Wait, what are you trying to do?" Stuart looked at Stephanie confused.

"I need to lick your asshole!" Stephanie froze, realizing what she just said, she shuddered, simultaneously repulsed and extremely aroused by the thought.

Stuart meanwhile looked down at his completely naked girlfriend and wanted to do nothing more than spank her big white ass. They looked at each other, both of their faces grew red. "What has gotten into me?" Stuart said under his breath. Stephanie looked up mortified but still clearly lusting after Stuart's asshole. She looked like a dog begging for good, she pouted her lips and said, "please?"

"Ummm, honey let me spank you on the couch over there...then you can lick my ass okay?" Stuart braced himself to get yelled at by Stephanie, but instead she meekly said "okay, whatever you want, whatever it takes." Stuart shocked by the response pulled up his pants and refastened his belt.

The couple walked over to the couch, Stuart sat down. He patted his thigh, prompting Stephanie to lay on her stomach over his lap. Stuart looked down at his girlfriend's large prone ass. He was breathing heavily. Stuart lightly spanked Stephanie with his bare hand. Stephanie yelped and kicked her foot a little. "Not too hard!" Stephanie barked. Stuart spanked Stephanie again, this time a little harder. Again Stephanie yelped and kicked her feet. 

"This is so humiliating!" Stephanie thought to herself as she felt her boyfriend's hand strike her bare buttocks. Stephanie let out yet another undignified yelp "Fuck! Too hard!" Stuart didn't seem to listen, he continued to spank her harder and harder. The strikes were consistent and hard, they alternated between Stephanie's right and left cheeks. Stephanie began to kick, scream and curse violently at Stuart as he spanked her. 

"Honey, you'll disturb the neighbors!" Stuart said as he continued to harshly spank Stephanie.

Stephanie knew Stuart was right, "Fuck the only thing more humiliating than being spanked like this would for the neighbors, or anyone to find out it is happening!" Stephanie buried her head in the couch pillow and screamed into it as Stuart continued to relentlessly spank her ass. Stuart gazed at Stephanie's ass hypnotically jiggle as it was spanked, he let his mind wander, he fantasized about making passionate and delicate love to the gypsy girl he met earlier in the day.

Stephanie's ass was now bright red, she moaned deep moans of pain into the pillow. Yet through it all, her mind kept on anticipating her reward. She still wanted to plunge her tongue into Stuart's ass and lick it clean. As Stephanie kicked her feet during her spanking she could feel her juices seep onto her thighs. Stephanie's urge to rim Stuart grew as her ass continued to be spanked.

Eventually the spanking stopped, Stuart was now fully engaged in his fantasy life with the gypsy girl, he no longer had the desire to spank Stephanie. Desperately Stephanie squirmed off of Stuart's lap and began to unbuckle his pants. She pulled them off with reckless abandon. 

"Wow, honey you really want this don't you?" Stuart said noticing Stephanie again.

In her usual bossy tone, Stephanie ordered Stuart to spread his legs and lift them up to expose his asshole. Stuart complied and within seconds he felt Stephanie's lust filled tongue squirming inside of his asshole. She immediately moaned and passionately twisted her tongue deeply into Stuart.

Stuart looked up at the ceiling and moaned. He let his mind wander as Stephanie wriggled her tongue in his ass. It was a good feeling, the perfect feeling to accompany his lustful fantasies about the gypsy girl. Stuart began to stroke his cock.

Meanwhile, Stephanie started to vigorously rub her clit with one of her hands. Her mind was delirious with pleasure, "This is it, this is the meaning of life!" She thought as she tried to plunge her tongue as deeply into Stuart's ass as possible. Stephanie was overcome with arousal, her whole body was flushed red. Stephanie was close to orgasm when she heard Stuart say something.

"Honey, can I fuck you in the ass?" Stuart couldn't believe that he said what he said. It came out of nowhere. One moment he was fantasizing about the gypsy girl and then he was blurting out a wanton desire for anal sex. Stuart was nervous, not in his wildest dreams did he ever think Stephanie would agree to have anal sex.

Stephanie froze, she had never had anal sex before, she was scared of the pain, she had never once wanted or desired to have a cock insert itself into her ass, yet she felt compelled to agree to this indecent proposal. Stuart got up and Stephanie lied down on her stomach on the couch. 

"Could you spread your ass out a bit, please?" Stuart said, he could hardly believe it when Stephanie complied, prying her ass cheeks apart to reveal her tight asshole. 

Stuart just stood there looking down at his snobby girlfriend lying facedown on their large couch spreading her ass cheeks apart with her hands as she waited to be penetrated. Stuart lowered himself on top of Stephanie and pressed his cock head against Stephanie's tight asshole.

Stephanie grimaced and winced in pain as she felt the tip of Stuart's rather large cock begin to penetrate her ass. She curled her toes and buried her head in the couch pillow once again. Stuart's cock continued to slowly make its way into Stephanie's ass. 

"Oh god, it's so tight!" Stuart said as he felt himself already preparing to ejaculate. 

It took a great effort on Stuart's part, but he eventually was able to slowly fully penetrate balls deep into Stephanie's ass. Stuart began to slowly thrust his cock in and out of Stephanie's asshole, as she continued to bellow deep guttural noises into the pillow. Stuart didn't know if the noises were deeply painful or deeply pleasurable. It wasn't more than ten or fifteen good deep thrusts before Stuart began to feel as though he was going to blow his load. Stuart pulled out.

"Get on your knees, I want to cum on your fucking face!" Stuart said desperately, ready to explode.

Ignoring the pain in her ass, Stephanie immediately got on her knees and looked up at Stuart, her eyes closed and her face wrinkled in anticipation. "What am I doing, I hate cum!" Stephanie thought to herself as she prepared to receive Stuart's cumshot. Stuart had not had sex with Stephanie in over a month, so he had built up a considerable load. Stuart stroked himself one or two times and then began to spurt thick lines of semen all over Stephanie's beautiful face. As Stuart moaned in pleasure he again thought of the gypsy woman. He fantasized about kissing the gypsy woman passionately and deeply. His girlfriend was on her knees, pools of cum dripping down her face and all he could think of was the gypsy woman. He even muttered to himself, "God, I want her!" Stuart knew Stephanie would kill him if she realized that he wasn't referring to her.

Stuart looked down at Stephanie, she was on her knees, one eye was open, the other was coated with semen. "GET A TOWEL NOW!." Stephanie angrily yelled. She was shaking, clearly disgusted by the semen coating her face. Stuart went to go get a towel, he was completely floored by what had just happened. He wasn't sure about what he was more shocked about, Stephanie's out of the blue changes, or his insatiable attraction to the gypsy girl.




The Gypsy's Curse Pt. 02



"Where are you running off to? We have to pack the van and get out of here!" Nuri's mother said as Nuri tried to rush out the door. Nuri had just talked to Stuart, who insisted on meeting Nuri in person.

"Remember the glassware that was broken by that obnoxious woman?" Nuri had told her mother about the glassware being broken, but not about the subsequent curse.

"Yes, that was unfortunate," Nuri's mother said knowing that the glassware was worth at least seventy-five dollars.

"Well I am going to get some money from her boyfriend for the broken item, you do like money don't you?" Nuri said sarcastically, trying to mask the fact that she was slightly panicking.

"Oh yes, yes, go, get the money we'll need it!" Nuri's mother turned around and started gathering up her things.

Nuri had one foot out of the door when she realized that she had no idea how to "uncurse" someone. Cringing, she turned around and faced her mother. "Hey mom before I go, umm I know you've told me, but I just want to hear it again. How do you uncurse someone? I am just curious."

Nuri's mother paused and looked at her daughter suspiciously, she folded her arms and gave Nuri an angry look. Nuri slumped her shoulders, she knew that her mother knew that Nuri did indeed make a curse.

"Look, mom, I didn't mean to...well I thought you were...okay it was just as an experiment to see if curses were true. I never believed you until now! Ummm..." Nuri couldn't spit out her confession.

Nuri's mother flew into an animated rage, "Nuri, how could you! You cursed someone! I warned you several times not to use these powers flippantly!"

"Mom, I know! I am so sorry, but what's done is done! I have to make it right, please remind me! How do you uncurse somebody?"

"Nuri, be honest, who did you curse and what did you curse them with?"

"Mom, I'm sorry it doesn't matter...However, if you must know it was that obnoxious couple, especially the woman that broke the glassware, she got the worst of it." Nuri's face was growing red, she hoped her mother wouldn't ask what she cursed the couple with.

Nuri's mother spoke sternly and slowly, "Nuri, what did you curse them with?"

This was the question Nuri really did not want to answer, "Mom, it's really gross, I told you I thought the curse thing was fake, I was just trying to be funny, I was amusing myself. Mom, you know I have a gross sense of humor."

"Nuri!" Rage was building in Nuri's mother's voice.

"Mom it was gross sexual stuff, really weird you don't want to know!" Nuri pleaded, feeling sweat drip down her forehead, mortified by her confession.

Nuri's mother threw her hands in the air, "NURI!" she exclaimed, before spinning around and approaching Nuri with her index finger pointing in the air and anger in her eyes. 

"I will tell you how to uncurse these people! But you must promise me to NEVER flippantly curse anyone ever again!"

"I've learned my lesson, please, please just tell me how to uncurse people!"

"Fine, you do the same thing you did to curse them, you must make your special concoction, but you say the chant backward. Also the people you cursed must be present and witness the uncursing. You also have to uncurse them of each portion of the curse individually, if the curse had multiple parts. If you leave something out it could stay with them forever. Be thorough Nuri, very thorough!"

"Why?!" Nir was frustrated, she could barely remember all of the things she said in the curses.

"I do not know, it is just the way it is, it will not work if you are not in the presence of the people you cursed! You must remember every detail of the curse, this is just how it is!" Nuri's mother looked concerned.

Nuri went and grabbed her satchel, she quickly threw her bag of beetle wings in. Then she carefully placed her special oils, placing them in the satchel, making sure that they did not spill. Finally, Nuri included the Mortar and Pestle. These were all the items she needed. She left the building to meet Stuart, she had agreed to meet him in the coffee shop on the same block as the hotel. Nuri was nervous. She had no idea what Stuart's reaction would be to the revelation she had cursed him and his significant other. She remembered that she cursed Stuart to "be obsessed with her." Nuri cringed at her own curse, afraid that her own latent desires caused her to curse Stuart and Stephanie in the way she did.

***

When Nuri arrived at the coffee shop, Stuart was already there, he had two coffees sitting on the table. "I am so glad to finally see you! Nuri right? That's the name you said on the phone." Nuri replied bashfully, "That's me." Excitedly, Stuart stood up and awkwardly gave Nuri a huge hug.

After the awkward hug Nuri sat down, but before she was able to speak, Stuart interrupted her, "I am so sorry about the broken glassware at the store, here I'll write you a check for one thousand dollars." Stuart pulled out his checkbook and started writing the check.

"Stuart no! That's too much!" Nuri exclaimed feeling guilty.

"Oh, no it's no problem for me, I'll do anything for a beautiful woman like yourself." Stuart looked into Nuri's eyes lustfully as he handed her the check. Nuri put it in her satchel.

"Stuart..." Nuri swallowed deeply.

"Yes?" Stuart said with great anticipation.

"I kinda cursed you and your girlfriend, or wife or whatever she is." Nuri blurted out, smiling awkwardly after the confession.

"What do you mean?" Stuart said looking concerned.

"I cursed you, I made you two do really gross things." Nuri looked away in shame.

"So that's what happened! I had the greatest night of my life last night! It was wonderful, Stephanie was all over me, she was totally into things she would have never been into before!" Stuart was animated and clearly happy to be cursed.

Nuri turned around again, she was completely surprised by Stuart's reaction. She looked at him, looking at her, he had a goofy shit-eating grin. Stuart suddenly reached over and lightly touched Nuri on the shoulder. "Nuri, the weirdest part is that all that time my girlfriend was doing all of those amazing things all I could think about was you!" Nuri brushed off Stuart's hand.

Nuri blushed. "That's part of the curse Stuart, I made you think that. It wasn't you."

"I don't care! Nuri! I want you so bad!" Stuart was still fawning over Nuri.

Even if it was just the curse, Nuri was enjoying the attention. A tall handsome guy like Stuart rarely ever showed interest in her. Nuri was beautiful, she had olive skin and jet black hair, her black eyes were hypnotizing. Unfortunately, Nuri could only afford out-of-style clothing from the thrift store and her natural hourglass figure was usually well hidden under baggy clothing. Nuri felt invisible to most men.

"We've got to get to your house, Stuart." Nuri pleaded. She did not want to uncurse Stuart in a public place, it would cause much-unwanted attention. On top of that it was paramount that she is in the presence of Stephanie so that she could uncurse her. Nuri was growing nervous about what Stephanie's reaction would be to the realization that she had been cursed. Stephanie had gotten the short end of the stick.

"Of course, of course, come with me immediately!" Stuart grabbed Nuri by the hand and she was whisked away out of the coffee shop and into the street. Stuart pulled out his keys and walked over to a brand new red Corvette parked in front of the coffee shop.

"How do you like my ride? Usually Stephanie uses this one, she made me buy it for her, but I thought you'd like it too. Maybe you can have it instead of her." Stuart quickly pulled out of his parking space and drove at a fairly high speed down the city street.

As Nuri sat nervously in the passenger seat she ran her hand through her hair. "You're so beautiful Nuri." Stuart complimented. Nuri glanced over at Stuart and noticed that a large bulge protruding was from his pants. Then Nuri looked up at his face, he was profusely sweating. Nuri tried to ignore Stuart's attempts at conversation throughout the fifteen-minute drive. He babbled on and on about how amazing she was. Nuri just buried her head in her hands, embarrassed by the nature of her curse. 

Stuart parked the Corvette in the driveway of a large suburban home. "Okay, we're here." Nuri got out of the car and Stuart grabbed her hand. His palm was wet from sweat. Stuart quickly unlocked his front door and pulled Nuri inside with him. He put his car keys on a small table next to the front door. 

Suddenly Nuri was staring directly at Stuart's naked girlfriend, who Nuri now knew was named Stephanie. For a good fifteen seconds, the two women just stared at each other. Nuri was fully clothed and still holding Stuart's hand, Stephanie was completely naked. Stephanie's eyes opened wide, her mouth stood frozen and agape. Nuri couldn't deny feeling good at that moment, Stephanie was a real pain in Nuri's ass at the flea market the day before. Nuri couldn't help getting some pleasure out of seeing Stephanie knocked down a peg or ten. Nuri tried to stop herself from doing it, but a slight smug smile formed on her face.

Finally, Stephanie seemed to snap out of her shocked daze, she screeched and covered herself frantically. Her arms darted over her breasts and crotch, her face glowed red.

"Honey, honey it's the gypsy from the flea market, her name is Nuri, she's awesome!" Stuart spoke trying to calm his girlfriend down.

"WHAT THE FUCK STUART!" Stephanie screamed and ran naked into the back of the house. Nuri was amused by the sight of the naked woman's jiggling backside as she ran away embarrassed.

"Don't worry about her, ever since last night she does whatever I say," Stuart said smiling.

"Yeah Stuart, that was part of the curse as well," Nuri said pulling out her mortar and pestle from her satchel.

Nuri was using the granite kitchen counter. From the kitchen counter, Nuri could see the whole living room. The house was huge, Nuri had never actually ventured into a house as nice as this one.

"Nuri, what are you doing?" Stuart spoke, curious about Nuri's current actions.

"I am going to uncurse both of you," Nuri said, somewhat shocked by Stuart's question.

Stuart grabbed the satchel from the countertop, "Not if I have any say in it, you won't!"

"Stuart give me back my satchel!" Nuri said in frustration.

"Nuri, I need you!" Stuart spoke out strongly.

"It's just the curse talking!" Nuri said as she walked towards Stuart to get the satchel back.

"Nuri, NO! We were meant to be together! Don't you see!" Stuart said, holding the satchel away from Nuri as she tried to grab it.

Suddenly both Stuart and Nuri froze. Stephanie had emerged from the back of the house, her face was red with what looked like a mixture of utter mortification and intense rage. Hot tears streamed down her face. She had a gun and she was pointing towards Stuart and Nuri.

"HOW DARE YOU COME INTO MY HOME! HOW DARE YOU SEDUCE MY BOYFRIEND! HE'S MINE!" Stephanie screamed.

"Stephanie, please believe me! I am trying to make this better!" Nuri pleaded.

"Put down the gun honey!" Stuart said.

Almost instantly Stephanie dropped the gun. Nuri was relieved when it did not go off. Then Nuri remembered that part of the curse was that Stephanie had to listen to everything Stuart said. 

"Stephanie, I am really sorry, I cursed you, I didn't know curses were real and as a joke to myself I cursed you and your boyfriend. I made him become obsessed with me and I made you do horrible, gross things." Nuri said apologetically.

"YOU BITCH!" Stephanie's screamed as she crouched slightly covering her nakedness with her arms.

"I am trying to make it right, that satchel that Stuart is holding, I need that to uncurse you guys."

Stephanie started to lunge for the satchel, "Stephanie don't take this bag thing from my hands." Stephanie stopped dead in her tracks.

"You know honey, it would have been really horrible if you shot Nuri. I think I am going to have to spank you. Come here and sit on this couch."

Stephanie's nostrils flared up, Nuri could see that every bone in Stephanie's body was telling her to slap Stuart senseless, but instead she did as she was told and sat on the couch. Nuri's curse was working without a hitch. "If this wasn't so cruel it would be beautiful," Nuri said to herself as she watched her handiwork unfold. Nuri watched with morbid excitement as Stuart lifted Stephanie's bare legs up. Stephanie's ass was jutting out, completely exposed, her knees were touching her nose, her feet were high in the air above her head. Stuart told Nuri to "hold that position."

Stuart looked over at Nuri, "I really just feel like I must do this right now, it won't take long." Nuri remembered that she cursed Stuart to "insist on regularly spanking your girlfriend." Nuri hadn't come up with that curse out of the blue, she had used her phone many times to look up vast amounts of porn including porn that featured spanking. Nuri was actually quite ashamed of this and thought of herself as a pervert. Through this massive amount of porn watching, she knew that the position Stephanie was about to be spanked in was called the "diaper position."

Stuart began to spank Stephanie in this humiliating position, he did so repeatedly with his bare hand. Stephanie wailed in pain and misery. The spanks and screams echoed through the room. Nuri watched frozen in shock as she saw Stephanie's ass very quickly start to turn bright red.

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS IN FRONT OF THE GYPSY BITCH!" Stephanie screamed.

"She is no bitch! You're the bitch!" Stuart said angrily as he increased the intensity of his spanking. Stephanie screamed in anger and pain.

Nuri continued to watch, Stephanie was crying and pleading for Stuart to stop. Then Stephanie said something seemingly out of the blue, "I just want to lick your asshole! I'll do anything!" Nuri's eyes widened, her face turned red. "Oh, god I made her obsessed with eating Stuart's ass...Fuck I am a perv!" Nuri was mortified.

"Stop Stuart!" Nuri finally said, hoping he would heed her words. Stuart looked back at Nuri dumbfounded, "Sorry Nuri, I just felt compelled to do that for some reason."

"That's part of the curse Stuart, it's all part of the curse!" Nuri was very frustrated with Stuart at this point.

"YOU BITCH! I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL! YOUR MOTHER IS A WHORE!" Stephanie yelled at Nuri. Stephanie was still in the "diaper position." as Stuart had not told her release herself from the position yet.

Nuri was filled with rage, she believed she deserved every insult she got, but she couldn't stand her mother being insulted. "Fine then, I'll let the curse last a little longer," Nuri said in a sassy tone with her arms folded. Nuri had to admit that Stephanie looked hilarious as she was stuck in the "diaper position," while seething with helpless rage.

Nuri's eyes opened wide as she noticed that Stuart had taken off his pants, revealing his large erect cock.

"Sorry Nuri, I...I...just feel compelled to do this."

"What are you doing Stuart!?" Both Stephanie and Nuri yelled simultaneously.

I don't know I just, I just feel compelled to do this!" Stuart said as he turned around and put the tip of his penis into Stephanie's anus. Stephanie used her hands to pry her asshole open, inviting Stuart to penetrate her. She still had her legs high in the air, still her ass protruded outward. Stephanie breathed quick intense breaths as she anticipated Stuart's cock.

"Stuart you better let me eat your ass!" Stephanie exclaimed frantically, her face and muscles were strained now as she continued to anticipate the painful insertion. 

Nuri put her head in her hands, "Oh god, anal sex and ass eating, I am such a horrible pervert!" Nuri thought to herself as she heard Stephanie let out an animalistic, bellowing howl.

Nuri peeked through her fingers to see Stuart, thrusting his large cock slowly in and out of Stephanie's ass. Stuart was going slowly but each time he was inserting his cock balls deep into Stephanie's ass. Stephanie looked like a mother giving birth without anesthetics. 

"This is a lot easier than last night! You've been loosened up!" Stuart said in a chipper voice.

Nuri noticed that the Satchel was unattended on the table, this would be the perfect time to grab it. Nuri tried to walk silently to the bag. Stuart's thrusts became increasingly fast and the sounds Stephanie was making became increasingly guttural. Nuri heard Stephanie start to beg, "Stuart...please...let me put my tongue in your ass!" Just as Nuri reached out to grab the satchel, Stuart batted her hand away.

"No! Nuri I must make love to you!" Stuart said this as he continued to fuck his girlfriend in the ass.

"It's the curse goddamnit, all of this is the curse!" Nuri yelled.

"I love you Nuri, I must have you! I don't care if it's the curse." Stuart said pausing with the shaft of his erect cock lodged deep into Stephanie's ass. Stephanie was delirious and moaning, yet the look in her eyes indicated that she was fully aware of the words Stuart was uttering to Nuri.

Stuart grabbed the satchel. "I need you Nuri, I love you! All I can think about is making sweet romantic love to you." Stuart continued to thrust his cock in and out of Stephanie's anus. Stephanie's chin was quivering. "Stuart...how...could...you?" She muttered. Stephanie was clearly filled with many conflicting emotions. Her jealousy was still fully intact, but her desire to do whatever Stuart said and to put her tongue in his anus trumped her jealousy.

Nuri stopped and looked at the sickening scene of her own making. Stuart was fucking his clearly possessive girlfriend in the ass while simultaneously professing his love to Nuri. Nuri's heart sank, she felt like a horrible person. She was more determined than ever to uncurse Stuart and Stephanie. Stuart was not giving in however, he would not relinquish the bag. Nuri could think of only one thing to do.

"Stuart, why don't you let Stephanie eat your ass, she's been begging for it this entire time."

Stuart pulled his cock out of Stephanie's now gaping ass. "Fine." 

Nuri was surprised that Stephanie actually looked over at her and mouthed the words "Thank you."

Stephanie lied down on her back, on the couch. "Honey, why don't you sit on my face, I want to do it like that. My ass hurts I don't want to bend over."

Stuart crouched down on top of Stephanie. He was facing her legs. His ass completely enveloped Stephanie's face. Nuri hoped that Stephanie would be able to find an air pocket to breathe out of. He let out a grunt of pleasure as Stephanie started to lick his asshole. Nuri's hope would be that Stuart would become so preoccupied Stephanie's passionate rim-job that she could take the satchel and uncurse the couple.

Nuri watched with fascination as Stephanie started to vigorously rub her clit and moan as she licked Stuart's anus. "Nuri...I'm thinking of you...I can't stop thinking of you!" He said as Stephanie licked his ass. Stephanie took a brief respite from her self-pleasure to hit Stuart in the side after he said that. Nuri thought she could hear a muddled, "fuck you!" from underneath Stuart's ass.

Nuri watched on, as Stephanie became more and more enamored and aroused by the rim job she was giving her boyfriend. She moaned undeniably pleasurable moans from underneath Stuart's ass. Her masturbation became more and more intense, her hand harshly swirled and rubbed all over her now soaking wet clit. Stuart seemed to be enjoying himself as well, he gyrated his hips on top of Stephanie's face. Stuart looked up at the ceiling and lightly moaned the name "Nuri," as he continued to get his asshole deeply and passionately licked by Stephanie. Then the moment Nuri had been waiting for occurred. Stuart so wrapped up in his own pleasure and obsession with Nuri dropped the satchel. Nuri quietly grabbed the satchel and tip-toed into the kitchen. 




The Gypsy's Curse Pt. 02



Nuri looked at the couple she cursed as she crushed up the beetle wings with the pestle. Stephanie was gyrating her hips, curling her toes and slightly kicking her legs, it looked like she was getting ready to orgasm. "I've got to hurry this up!" Nuri thought to herself. Nuri drizzled the special oils into the mortar bowl and she saw the slight glow she saw before. "Okay good, it's working!" She thought to herself.

Stuart was looking up at the ceiling not noticing what Nuri was doing. He said out loud, "Nuri, I need you more than anyone!" Stephanie was oblivious at this point, she was screaming muffled screams of pleasure as she wriggled her tongue in Stuarts asshole. Nuri thought she could hear, "I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT!" coming from Stephanie.

Nuri paused a bit to remember the chant, slowly she said it backward. "Du... Dera... Maka... Pella... Shu... Sika... Doma... No."

"God I hope that was it," Nuri said as she thought she saw the concoction in her mortar bowl glow brighter.

"Okay I hereby uncurse Stuart, he will no longer be obsessed with me or think of me when his girlfriend pleasures him, he will no longer insist on spanking, or having anal sex with his girlfriend." Nuri looked up at the couple. Stephanie's body was entirely red, she looked like she was ready to have a massive orgasm. Stuart was wildly jerking himself off. He was now in ecstasy, yelling at the ceiling, "NURI! NURI!" He would soon orgasm as well.

"Okay, okay...I hereby uncurse Stephanie, she will no longer be obsessed with eating ass and she will no longer be compelled to walk around her own house in the nude at all times." Nuri couldn't think of any more aspects to Stephanie's curse.

Nuri quickly threw her mortar and pestle into her satchel, she threw it over her shoulder, her plan was to leave quickly. Then she saw Stephanie almost immediately go from moaning in pleasure and preparing to orgasm to start to kick and thrash wildly, she was no longer screaming in pleasure, but in horror. Nuri couldn't look away. A muffled cry of "GET OFF OF ME, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" could be heard. The way Stephanie thrashed it made her look like a fish out of water. Stuart looked confused, but he continued to stroke his cock. Stuart lifted his ass and just as Stephanie was sliding out from under him he came. Semen sprayed all over Stephanie's breasts and face.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, MOTHERFUCKER, FUCK! Stephanie was in hysterics, she began to spit and try to dry heave.

"Honey, honey, oh my god, what is happening?" Stuart said, rushing into the nearby kitchen to grab a towel.

Wet cum still covering Stephanie's face she began to whimper her face contorted into a horrific look of terror, "I can't believe I did that, I can't believe I let you..." Stephanie again started to dry heave.

Before Stuart could get the towel he grabbed to Stephanie, she spun her cum covered face towards the Nuri who was still standing in the doorway. "YOU!" Stephanie explained with a look of pure hatred in her eyes. Cum dripped off her forehead and over one of her eyes, a long strand of thick semen dangled off of her chin.

"I am sorry, I didn't know..." Nuri said meekly before rushing out the door.

Nuri heard Stephanie scream, "I'LL KILL YOU BITCH!" Nuri began to panic as she had no way of getting home. Stuart had driven her to the suburbs. So Nuri just ran, looking desperately for a bus stop, her satchel was over her shoulder.

Meanwhile, Stephanie gathered herself up and limped towards the door. Her limp was caused by the vigorous anal sex that she had with Stuart earlier. "Honey, honey I am sorry!" Stuart exclaimed as Stephanie flipped him off.

"Stephanie, she cursed us!" Stuart said still holding the towel he intended to clean off Stephanie's cum covered face with.

Something had snapped inside of Stephanie, she no longer had any modesty left in her. She grabbed the car keys off of the small table next to the front door, she hobbled out of the house in the nude and climbed into the red corvette.

"I'll kill that bitch!" she repeated, her eyes wide and delirious, her face twitching.

Nuri was breathing heavily, she didn't know how much longer she could run. Then in the distance she saw a bus stop. She sprinted towards it, looking over her shoulder as she did. She quickly sat down next to an old woman. Frantically Nuri said, "When does the next bus come." 

The old woman clearly annoyed said, "Busses never run on time around here, it was supposed to get here 10 minutes ago."

Nuri was relieved, she took a deep breath. "God, what a rush!" She thought to herself.

The tires of Stephanie's red Corvette screeched as she pressed the gas pedal down hard with her bare foot. Stephanie had wild eyes filled with rage and contempt, she was naked, her face was coated with now drying semen, she was hell-bent on finding Nuri and running her over. "I'll kill that bitch!" Stephanie repeated as if it was her mantra.

Nuri looked at the time on her cellphone and thought, "God, Mom's going to kill me, I've been gone for so long." Then Nuri heard the screeching of tires, she stood up to see what was making the noise. In horror, she saw a red corvette speeding towards her. "Shit!" Nuri was scared out of her mind. She stood frozen in fear as the Corvette quickly approached. The old lady sitting next to her was completely oblivious.

Stephanie ignored a stop sign ahead, "I'll kill tha.." then when it was too late she saw a police car slowly enter the intersection. Stephanie slammed on her brakes with her naked foot. Stephanie was able to slow down to about five miles per hour before she hit the police car. No one was hurt, but the collision caused serious damage to the Corvette and police car.

Nuri saw the accident from afar. The old woman at the bus stop put on her monocle to get a closer look. Nuri saw a female police officer get out of her patrol car. Stephanie got out as well.

"I NEVER!" The old woman at the bus stop exclaimed as she saw that Stephanie was in the nude.

Nuri could hear Stephanie scream, "RIGHT THERE, I'LL KILL THE BITCH! SHE CURSED ME!" 

The old woman standing next to Nuri formed a scowl on her face, "Another druggie I see, what a shame!"

Nuri could see the police officer quickly call for backup. Then after a very short and fruitless negotiation she tackled and pepper spray Stephanie in the face. Just as this was happening Nuri's bus came. Nuri quickly got in, her eyes shifting around as if she was getting away with a crime. Already more police were coming to the scene of Stephanie's car accident, Stephanie was still indignant and was clearly resisting arrest.

Nuri sat in the back of the bus. Almost everyone in the bus was looking out the window at Stephanie's arrest. Some people on the bus seemed to be taking pictures or videos with their cell phones. As the bus slowly passed the scene of Stephanie's arrest Nuri could see that Stephanie was still struggling, her hands were cuffed behind her back and her feet were tied together with twist ties, she was nude and helplessly immobilized. Stephanie managed to glance up and see Nuri leaving on the bus, Stephanie struggled mightily and screamed, "I'LL KILL THE BI..." Then she was unceremoniously tazed by the female police officer, who had apparently had enough of Stephanie's loud frantic temper tantrum. Nuri looked back as Stephanie twitched on the ground naked and immobile. The bus was buzzing with laughter and gossip. Nuri felt an intense sinking feeling, "How humiliating, naked in public, people looking at you from all angles, what a nightmare!"

Nuri let out a deep breath, she did feel sorry for Stephanie, but she also felt relief that the entire ordeal was over. Nuri looked into her satchel to make sure she had all of her mother's ingredients. She saw the one-thousand dollar check that Stuart had written her earlier when he was still "obsessed" with her. Nuri held it up and kissed the check, her and her mother would eat well for a while. "Maybe this curse thing isn't so bad after all?" Nuri thought to herself and smiled. Her mind wandering into various scenarios involving the act of cursing.

***

A half a day later when Nuri and her mother were hours away in their van, going to the next big flea market Stephanie was booked into a jail cell. Stephanie was wearing a generic jail uniform, she had not been issued shoes. Stephanie's hair was a wild mess, and her face had some dirt on it from when she was tackled by the female police officer. Stephanie most likely still had dried semen coating her face. Stephanie was now less delirious with anger but was still preoccupied with finding and murdering Nuri. She was sitting with two other women. The other women looked like hardened criminals. Stephanie had called Stuart to bail her out and was waiting for him to take her home so she could beat him senseless, but he was still a half an hour away. Suddenly some guards came with some prison food on trays. Stephanie was deliriously hungry, so she decided to eat the food. Stephanie looked at her food and without thinking set it on the floor. As the other prisoners ate the food in their laps, Stephanie unknowingly got on her knees and started to lap it up the food like a cat. Stephanie didn't realize what she was doing until one of the hardened woman criminals spit out her food and started laughing. "You really are crazy aren't you?" Stephanie slammed her fists on the ground and screamed, realizing that Nuri had forgotten to remove at least one humiliating aspect of her curse.



The Gypsy's Curse Pt. 03



As Nuri sipped on her coffee, her mother drove forward on the lonely highway. The mother and daughter were traveling through the night towards their next destination. This particular destination was almost always a large money maker for the two. For the last three years, they had attended a massive festival in New York State. Many patrons from New York City visited and they brought their money with them. 

"Hey Mom, want me to take the wheel?"

"No."

Nuri's mother had been in a terrible mood ever since she learned that Nuri had inadvertently "cursed" a yuppie couple at their last stop. Nuri felt terrible about the incident and had recently been mulling over in her own mind the fact that she may have forgotten to uncurse a few of the minor aspects of her victim's curse. Still Nuri was still fascinated by her newfound powers and it would be a challenge, not to use curses in the future. The desire to learn more about curses burned Nuri up. As her mother continued to ignore every attempt Nuri made to initiate small talk Nuri became dejected and filled with remorse. Nuri looked away watching the dim highway pass her by, she hoped that her mother would chastise her gain if only to remind Nuri that she cared. Then, as Nuri started to nod off her mother said something surprising.

"You know Nuri, I cursed someone once myself."

Nuri perked up, her mother was usually so guarded about her past, Nuri's heart raced, she wanted to hear every word of her mother's story.

"Who did you curse, Mom?"

"I will tell you all about it, you must not interrupt and be warned this story involves your father."

Nuri's eyes opened, wide Nuri did not know much about her father, other than "he was a good man," and "If it were his choice he would be here with us right now." Nuri's anticipation for her mother's story swelled to unimaginable levels, finally she would know something about her mother, other than the fact that she was a strange, eccentric, stern, old Gypsy woman.

"Mom, please tell me!" Nuri pleaded looking over at her mother as she drove the large moving van.

Nuri's mother cleared her throat. "Nuri, this is a long story, so be forewarned. To tell the story of how I cursed someone, I must first explain my situation at the time. I was, as I am now a traveling merchant, I traveled with a large group of Gypsies, we were mostly located in the former Soviet Bloc. The people loved us, we brought goods into these countries, goods that were not available to the people under the communist regime. Although we got by well enough, I longed for a more glamorous life. One day when I was in a large city, I went to a ballet. In this ballet was a beautiful young Gypsy man, he was an outstanding dancer, he was masculine with a large bushy mustache."

"Was that dad?" Nuri said interrupting.

"Hush, let me continue!" Nuri's mother said harshly.

"That day, I do not know what came over me, I felt bold. I approached the man and he told me his name, it was Boyko, such a masculine and sexy name. Almost as if we had been cursed to do so, we fell in love and before I knew it I was living with him in his apartment. Life for a while was grand. For a year, I attended Boyko's ballets and sold my wares at the makeshift market. The year was 1990 and the Soviets were losing their control of the people. Then a devil came into my life."

"Is Boyko my dad?"

"Hush, Nuri! Let me continue!"

"Sorry, Mom," Nuri said in a slightly ashamed tone.

"This devil was Helma Faust, she was a part of a top secret offshoot of the KGB dedicated to the science of the supernatural. She had been studying Gypsies over the past decade and had discovered that the ability to curse someone came from a recessive gene present in some Gypsy males, but not all. I had up to this point been told and taught how to give a curse, but I was forbidden to do so as curses always resulted in our banishment from whatever country we tried to peddle our wares in. Curses are bad for business, and as you will find out they offer little help! Little did I know, but at the time Helma was desperately searching and looking to kidnap as many Gypsy men as she could.. She wanted their sperm."

"How did she get their sperm?!" Nuri said holding back laughter.

"How do you think? It isn't rocket science, how to get sperm from a man! Anyway, I arrived home from the market one day to see Helma at my doorway, two large KGB thugs flanked her, and Boyko was standing next to them. He looked terrified, I inquired as to what was going on and that Aryan bitch Helma, explained in the most clinical way possible, that she was taking my love away from me forever. I still remember her conceited look to this day, she was over 6'0" tall, with high set cheek bones and long blonde hair. I could just tell that she believed she was superior to me, she didn't care that she was breaking up two lovers, she didn't seem to possess any human emotions. Nazi bitch!"

"Dude, Mom you really hate her!" Nuri said surprised by her mother's sudden and uncharacteristic vindictiveness.

"DO NOT CALL ME DUDE! I have told you one-thousand times, I am no "DUDE!" Anyway, let me continue. I still remember Boyko's masculine tears streaming down his face as he was dragged away. When he was finally gone, I went into my apartment to find that part of my wall was opened. A secret doorway was revealed behind the wall, it led to an elevator shaft. Before I knew it an older man spoke, he was standing behind me. He was a veteran KGB assassin! He told me he came up through the secret elevator and was given the assignment to murder me and take my body back down the elevator. He told me that Helma was giving orders for ALL female Gypsies to be assassinated, he explained that he could not carry out the orders and instead was risking his life to warn his would-be victims of their coming doom. The nice man said that he had grown up in a concentration camp, during WWII and would not let the same kind of evil happen again. He said that all the large Soviet apartments built in the Stalin era had secret elevators going to every room, just in case the KGB needed to assassinate a citizen. I was in a panicked state, I asked him desperately where I was to go and what would happen to Boyko. The nice KGB man said that he already forged the right documents to get me to America and he handed them to me, he told me to leave in a hurry. It wasn't until I got into America that I found out I was pregnant, and yes Nuri, Boyko is your father. He knew you existed."

Nuri was stunned, she never knew that her mother's life was so harrowing. Then after some minutes of contemplation Nuri remembered an element of the story that her mother forgot. "What about the curse Mom? Who did you curse?"

Nuri's mother cleared her throat again, "That bitch Helma! Before I left, I took that same mortar and pestle and the same ingredients that you used to curse that poor unfortunate couple and I used it to curse that bitch Helma! I am ashamed to say that my curse was also sexual in nature, and like you, at the time I had no idea if it worked or not. Yet now, because your curse seemed to work, I am certain mine did as well."

Nuri was dying of curiosity, "What was the curse?"

"I am too ashamed to say."

"MOM! Come on!" Nuri goaded her mother.

"Fine! At the time, I felt terrible for losing my lover, but I did not want him to be unhappy. If Boyko couldn't have me, then I was to give him a beautiful Aryan scientist. I made Helma desperate for Boyko, a Nazi like her forced to lust after a Gypsy! I made he compelled to do everything he asked. Because of this, inevitably she would be pissed upon and shit upon by Boyko. You see as lovely as Boyko...your father was, he had a predilection to shit and piss upon his lovers, something I could never bring myself to agree to. Yet now he could indulge in this action with his new Aryan lover as much as he wished. The thought of a Gypsy pissing on a proud, haughty, beautiful German scientist made me amused, it gave me catharsis."

"Oh god Mom, gross!" Nuri looked disgusted.

There was a silence in the large moving truck for some time, until Nuri decided to ask another question. "Why didn't you just curse Helma, to bring Boyko back to you?"

"Oh, Nuri, I did, I did add that to the curse, I tried. You see since I was gone to America, I could not use myself to purposefully influence Helma. I made Helma do everything Boyko said, do you understand that? You see if Boyko really loved me he would have told Helma to release him, or bring him to me. Alas, it never happened. I don't really know if it was because Boyko didn't truly love me, or if it was because the Soviet Union collapsed very soon afterwards, I really have no idea what happened to Boyko and Helma."

"That's sad, Mom...I'm sorry." Nuri put her hand on her mother's shoulder.

"It's okay Nuri, I am over it, I made a great life for myself in this wonderful country." 

Nuri looked away and shook her head, Nuri's mother's life was probably a lot better than the former Soviet bloc country she was from, but Nuri still lived a life of poverty, she could barely afford new clothes, sometimes she couldn't eat for days.

Nuri eventually fell asleep as her mother drove, aside from a stop to fill up the tank, the moving truck traveled onward until the sun rose the next day. Eventually, Nuri took the wheel and drove until the early afternoon.

"Say, Mom, you know we have a lot more money than usual. Do you think, we could get separate hotel rooms and I could go clothes shopping?" Nuri's request could have seemed cold, but it was a tradition for Nuri and her mother to get a little autonomy when they earned a good amount of money. The two spent so much time with each other, they often times needed a break. Both women had a mutual understanding.

"Sure, as long as you bring as much of our wares to your hotel as you can, they are safer in a hotel than in the moving truck." Nuri's mother responded.

"Yeah, sure thing Mom."

***

Nuri loaded as much as she could into her hotel room, she would have two days off in New York City before, herself and her mother took their wares to the massive flea market. After taking a nap, in her fairly cheap hotel room, Nuri took a cab to the nearest shopping area and bought herself some clothes. She purchased a nice orange skirt, white high heels and a white top as well as a new purse. Nuri looked much more fashionable than usual. Her long tan legs were exposed, her long silky black hair was washed and brushed, her face was immaculately made-up. Nuri was in New York City and she was going to go clubbing.

A few times a year, when she was in a big city Nuri would go to the clubs, she would usually get a man to buy her drinks and usually she would end up going home with him, have a one-night stand and be gone to a flea-market the very next morning, leaving before the man even woke up. It was Nuri's little secret, she enjoyed sex, and since she was always moving around the country, she never had time to form lasting relationships.

The club was packed that night, electronic dance music thundered through the club. Nuri built up a sweat, dancing. She could stay out as late as she wanted, she had a whole day left before she had to go to the flea-market. She danced with a few men, but none of them caught her fancy. Then eventually Nuri found herself dancing with a woman. She was petite, she had a short blonde haircut and a few visible tattoos, she looked like some sort of hipster. She had piercing green eyes and an irresistible wicked smile. For some reason, Nuri was more attracted to this woman, than any of the men she had danced with. She had rarely found herself attracted to women before.

"You're fucking hot." The strange woman whispered into Nuri's ear. Nuri was flattered and from that moment on the two women were attached for the night.

The night was a blur, Nuri remembered walking with the strange woman into the bathroom and passionately making out with her while the thud of bass from the dance music blared in the background. Nuri remembered her heart racing, she had never kissed a girl and she was surprised by how much she liked it. When the club closed, Nuri and the woman went back to Nuri's hotel room.

"What's your name anyway?" Nuri said as the two entered Nuri's hotel room. The alcohol was starting to fade.

"My name is Callie. Wow, you have a lot of shit in here." Callie said smiling, her smile seemed both seductive and wicked, it intrigued Nuri and made her attracted to Callie all the more.

"Yeah, my mom and I..." Callie jumped on Nuri and started passionately making out with her.

The two rolled around on Nuri's bed vigorously undressing themselves, until they were both in the nude. Nuri loved the feminine scent of Callie, her perfume mixed with her natural smell really aroused her. Callie was petite, but very well proportioned, two sleeve tattoos adorned her shoulders. Callie was now on top of Nuri, completely nude. Nuri completely nude as well had her long naked legs completely wrapped around Callie's waist, the two deeply kissed. Nuri was more aroused than she had been in many months.

"Fuckin' eat me!" Callie said as she rolled onto her back.

Nuri quickly found her face embedded into Callie's crotch, licking passionately. Even Though Nuri had never licked a woman before, she knew what she liked and, therefore, knew just how to please Callie. Callie's juices trickled down Nuri's chin as she lapped at Callie intently. Nuri looked up over Callie's shaven pubic area to see Callie squeeze her breasts and moan as Nuri ate her out.

Nuri was desperately aroused, she slid her hands down towards her crotch.

"Hold your horses, you're next! Take those hands away from there, I have something special planned for you!" Callie said. 

Nuri obliged Callie and took her hands away. Still Nuri could not help but gyrate her own hips as she continued to lick Callie's clit. 

"Oh Fuck!" Callie squeezed her two round tits together.

"You're fucking good!" Callie buckled her hips.

"OH, SHIT!" Callie grinded herself harshly on Nuri.

Nuri felt a flood of wetness all over her face, her lips pressed against her teeth. Callie moaned out, grabbing Nuri by the hair and harshly pressing her face into her crotch. It was painful to Nuri, but it was also insanely pleasurable, Nuri could feel her own juices soak the bed beneath her. Nuri kicked her bare legs and feet, as Callie's eyes rolled back in her head.

"OH FUCK I AM CUMMING!" Callie screamed out, her whole body twitching.

Nuri continued to lick Callie as Callie twitched and writhed in what must have been an unbelievable pleasure. Callie pulled at her hair and tits as she bucked her hips. Nuri became still more aroused watching Callie in the throws of so much pleasure, she couldn't wait until Callie returned the favor. Nuri felt her own crotch, it was wet to the touch. She felt her lips, they were swollen and numb from Callie's pelvic grinding as well as being soaked in Callie's juices.

Nuri couldn't help herself, she started to slowly stroke herself with her hand.

"Stop jilling off! Turn over, spread your legs, I've got a surprise for you," Callie said as she slowly got out of the bed and walked over to her purse.

Nuri slowly rolled onto her back, only to see Callie holding four handcuffs and a ball gag.

"I said spread your legs."

Nuri swallowed, she was nearly overwhelmed with arousal, she spread her legs, exposing her glistening wet crotch. 

"Look at you, so wet," Callie said as she cuffed one of Nuri's ankles to the bedpost.

"I bet you can't wait," Callie said looking up at Nuri smiling as she cuffed another ankle to another bedpost.

Nuri began to say something but was met with a ball gag around her mouth, Callie fastened it tightly.

"I don't want your screams of pleasure waking up the other guests," Nuri said haughtily.

"Almost done." Callie cuffed one of Nuri's wrists to the top bed post.

"Okay, there we go, all ready." Callie locked the last cuff into place and stood back to admire her work. With her hands on her hips, she was able to admire Nuri's full body splayed out, bound and gagged spread eagle on the bed. 

Callie then slowly walked over to Nuri and laid down in between her legs. Callie began kissing and gently licking Nuri's crotch. Callie stared up at Nuri and seemed to revel in Nuri's muffled moans of pleasure.

"You like this don't you?" Callie said as Nuri replied with a muffled affirmative response.

Nuri buckled her hips as much as she could as Callie continued to gently lick Nuri's crotch. 

"You're so fucking wet!" Callie said as she easily slid three fingers into Nuri's crotch and started finger fucking her as she licked.

Nuri was beyond aroused, she already felt like she was close to orgasm. Callie's licking and finger fucking became more and more aggressive as time went on. Nuri was certain that she was about to experience the biggest orgasm of her life when Callie inexplicably stopped and stood up.

Nuri let out a muffled cry for Callie to continue, Nuri's juices were now soaking the bed beneath her. Callie instead used Nuri's skirt to wipe off Nuri's juices from her face, then Callie began to get dressed. Nuri desperately moaned through her gag.

"I guess I hit the jackpot," Callie said smiling with glee as she looking around the room. 

Nuri looked confused as Callie pulled Nuri's purse up to the bed and started rifling through it right in front of Nuri's helpless eyes.

"A hundo!" Callie pulled out Nuri's last 100 dollar bill and put it in her own purse.

Nuri came to the sudden realization that she was being robbed, she struggled mightily but helplessly as Callie took a few valuable looking items from Nuri's hotel room and left. Nuri struggled and tried to scream, yet it was all for naught. Callie had left the room with a handful of valuable things.

Tears streamed down Nuri's face, Callie had stolen some of Nuri and her mother's most valuable wares. Nuri's whole livelihood was disappearing before her eyes. After some time, the hotel door opened. Again Callie returned, this time she had a backpack and a dolly with her.

"Just taking a few more things, it was surprisingly easy to find this dolly, got to love the city, 24-hour hardware store, just around the corner!" Callie grabbed as much as she could and threw it in her backpack. Then Callie put a large antique grandfather clock on the dolly. It was probably Nuri and her mother's most valuable item. It was only taken into the hotel room because the hotel room was supposively safer than leaving the items in a truck. As Callie was about to leave, she blew the enraged and still aroused Nuri a kiss. "Toodles!" She said in an obnoxious voice, before closing the door.

Tears streamed down Nuri's cheeks, her mother and herself would be destitute if Nuri couldn't get their items back. On top of this fact, Nuri was bound in a humiliating position, with no way of escaping. Nuri would have to wait for the hotel staff to find her, and once they did Nuri would be beyond humiliated. Nuri's tears were now soaking the bed. Nuri thrashed her head back and forth in disbelief. Yet out of the corner of her eye she saw something things Callie didn't take. Nuri's satchel, her mortar and her pestle. Once Nuri was freed from her bondage there would be only one way out of her desperate situation...She would have to curse Callie.



The Gypsy's Curse Pt. 04



Nuri was angry, beyond angry. She was bound spread eagle on a bed, gagged, still slightly aroused, but completely unfulfilled, her bed was in fact still was damp with her own juices. She had managed to sleep for an hour or two as she waited for someone from the hotel to find her. Nuri braced herself for the humiliation she was inevitably going to endure when a hotel staff member found her in the position she was in. Nuri was consumed by hatred for Callie, who was the young woman who had tricked and robbed her. Worse still, Callie had left Nuri on the brink of orgasm, bound to her hotel bed.. It had been weeks since Nuri had orgasmed, and her dalliance with Callie had been up to the point where Callie showed her true colors, one of the most sexually titillating experiences of her life.

As Nuri was ruminating on her anger, she glanced over constantly at her satchel, as well as her mortar and pestle. Those were the tools she needed to curse Callie. Nuri had lots of time to think about how she would curse Callie and she had formed a plan...a wildly sadistic one, that would both lead Callie to bring back Nuri's wares as well as punish Callie for her thievery and sexual sadism. The real issue for Nuri was time, she had one day to get her wares back before she had to take them to market.

Then after hours of waiting, it happened! Nuri heard a knock on the door, the hotel staff was finally checking in on her. Nuri tried to scream "HELP!" as loudly as she could through her ball-gag. Nuri hoped that whoever was at the door would indeed recognize there was a problem and let themselves in. Nuri repeated her screaming, over and over again, after each knock.

"I don't know what's going on? I am going to come in." Nuri heard a voice say from beyond the door.

Nuri closed her eyes, she felt her face become red with severe embarrassment as the door opened. Nuri tried to close her legs, every muscle in her thighs tightened, her ankles hurt as they pressed harshly against the handcuffs that bound her.

"OH FUCK!" Nuri heard a surprised male voice, yell out.

Nuri was even more mortified than she had expected, she had expected a female hotel employee, a room cleaner. Nuri nearly felt like she was going to faint, her head spun, she was literally delusional with embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, umm let me get rid of that gag." The man said.

Nuri felt the man fumbled with the gag's strap behind her head. Nuri briefly opened her eyes to see a young man in a hotel uniform, he was nervously sweating. He looked Hispanic, he had black hair and a thin mustache. After what seemed like eternity Nuri felt her gag being removed.

"Shit, fuck, bitch stole my stuff, god get me out of here, cover me fuck." Nuri couldn't speak straight, every word she had planned to say streamed into her head at once.

"Oh sorry man, sorry mam." The young Hispanic hotel employee quickly picked up a blanket and threw it on Nuri.

Nuri at this point was overwhelmed with embarrassment, she started to cry. She must have looked pathetic, crying, bound, nude with a blanket haphazardly placed over her.

"Get me out of here!" Nuri pleaded.

"Let me call the police, I'll get a guy in here to saw you free." The hotel employee said.

"No, no! Please no more people, can you just try?" Nuri didn't want anyone else to see her in her current state, and even though Callie was a wretched criminal, the police would not have any leads to go by, even if they did Nuri would not have her stuff retrieved in time for the market.

"Okay, shit, I'll go to the storage area and see if they have a metal saw, they might have one." The hotel employee said, before running off to look for the metal saw.

As the hotel employee ran off, Nuri continued to softly cry, she struggled against her bondage but kept her eye on her cursing tools. The more Nuri felt used and humiliated the more she wanted to return the favor ten fold. Nuri was leaving her rational mind and going to a place that she hadn't gone since Stephanie broke her ornate glass item at the last market she was at.

"You're in luck!" The hotel employee was back and he was holding a metal saw. 

"Thank god!" Nuri called out.

The hotel employee began almost immediately to saw away at the handcuffs that were attached to Nuri's right ankle.

"What's your name by the way?" Nuri asked.

"Mateo. Look, it says it right here on my name badge." Mateo said, briefly stopping his sawing to stand up and point to his employee nametag.

It was a surprisingly short time before the Handcuff chair was sawed off.

"You're lucky these are those fetish cuff things, and not police cuffs," Mateo said as he moved onto the handcuff attached to Nuri's other leg and began to saw away.

Once Nuri's second leg was free, she immediately crossed her legs. It was a relief to finally have some semblance of modesty restored. Mateo moved onto the handcuffs that attached Nuri's arms to the bed and in a few short minutes Nuri was free.

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"

Mateo and Nuri stood in the room awkwardly looking at each other. Nuri gently closed her eyes as the nature of her embarrassment sunk in. Nuri would remember this humiliation for a long time, she grinded her teeth together, she needed to get revenge on Callie. Opening her eyes she saw Mateo still standing there, a visible amount of sweat was forming on his forehead.

"Mateo, thank you. Can you give me some privacy." Nuri said to Mateo.

"Oh yes, right sorry, if you need anything just call room service," Mateo said nervously before quickly exiting the room.

Nuri sat on the side of the bed, she had a slight hangover, she looked down at her feet and saw that the handcuffs were still attached, she had no idea how she was going to fully remove them. Nuri badly wanted to go back to sleep, but instead she slowly got up and prepared her cursing concoction. Insect wings from some strange exotic beetle, and some sort of special oil were in her satchel, she got them out and put them in her mortar bowl. Then she crushed them up and when the concoction inside the mortar bowl began to slightly glow, she knew it was time to make the chant. Nuri took in a deep breath.

"Nuru, Doma, Sika, Shu, Pella, Maka, Dera, Du."

Nuri let out another deep breath and began the contents of her curse. "Callie, you will be tormented by your guilt, you will do whatever you can to return all the items you have ever stolen in your entire life. You will be compelled to strip naked in front of your victims and beg for forgiveness, you will tell them that you will do whatever they wish, sexual or otherwise. The only way you can orgasm is by being spanked while you are lying over someone's lap, and to make matters worse for you, you thieving, selfish bitch, your spankings will hurt ten times worse than before this curse."

Nuri smiled and laughed to herself, "I am such a sicko!" She thought. Now it was just a waiting game for Nuri, soon Callie would return and offer to give Nuri her stuff back. Nuri, now feeling much better went to the bathroom and took a shower, then she took a nap, knowing that an inevitable knock would result in Callie returning. 

Sure enough Nuri was woken up by a knock, Nuri woke up smiling, she sprung out of bed and opened the door. Nuri was overwhelmed by a feeling of pure relief and joy when she was greeted by Callie, complete with a backpack filled with stuff and a dolly carrying Nuri and her mother's antique clock. The expression on Callie's face was priceless, she looked like a sad puppy dog.

"What's the matter, feeling guilty?" Nuri said before condescendingly patting Callie on the head.

"Can I come in?" Callie asked she was looking at her feet, unable to make eye contact with Nuri.

"Come on in," Nuri said, ushering Callie into the hotel room.

Once Callie came in, she immediately carefully put the clock back and turned around facing Nuri. Nuri smiled as Callie looked at Nuri with weepy eyes.

"I feel so bad," Callie said as she began to unbutton her top, her face contorted with confusion, it looked like she was confused about her own behavior like her hands were working against her own mind.

"I don't know why?...I...I...must...beg you for...forgiveness." Callie stripped off her top, exposing her bra, which she began to unfasten.

"I...I...usually, never feel bad. I like stealing from people...but suddenly it hit me." Callie looked like she was going to cry as her round breasts were exposed to Nuri, who was sitting on the side of the hotel bed reveling in what she was seeing.

Callie took off her high-heeled shoes and then began to take off her skirt. "Why are you undressing?" Nuri goaded Callie.

"I...I don't know. Why? Why? FUCK, why!?" Callie looked like she was going to implode and break down any moment. She finally stood in front of Nuri in the nude, her knees wobbling, her eyes watering. Callie still possessed the look of a guilty dog. Callie's body was extremely attractive to Nuri. Callie was short, but she had a killer body, she had a short bleached blonde hairstyle, a nose ring two sleeve tattoos on her shoulders, nice firm round breasts, a flat stomach, wide hips and a round ass. Nuri casually took a few photos on her cell-phone.

Callie bounced up a little with a look of surprise in her eyes, "Pictures? Come on!"

"What you don't want your picture taken?"

Callie became red in the face, she looked away and said, "Not really." before she slowly creeped up towards Nuri and kneeled down to her knees. "Please, please forgive me. I will do anything you ask." Callie folded her hands in front of her chest and looked up at Nuri as Nuri stood.

"First off, you have to get the keys to my handcuffs and get them off of me." Nuri pointed towards the broken handcuffs still on her ankles.

From her knees Callie spoke, "That's no problem, I lost the keys, but I stole them from a sex shop around the corner, I can just steal...buy another pair and use the key to those, they all use the same key."

Nuri still looking down at Callie, her crotch right at Callie's eye level smiled and said, "You stole them?"

Callie looked up, a wave of horrifying realization could be seen on her face. She suddenly felt compelled to go forth with the same ritual she had just done to Nuri, but inside the sex shop, if she could find the owner.

"Go, get dressed, go over there and come back and unlock me," Nuri ordered.

Almost immediately, Callie began to dress herself again.

Before Callie walked out the door Nuri goaded her again, "What are you going to do if you see the owner?"

Callie seemed to realize exactly what she was going to be compelled to do at that point because she put her hands over her face and screamed a muffled scream into them, before leaving with haste.

***

Callie walked into the almost empty sex shop and immediately beelined it for the bondage/fetish section, without making eye contact with anyone she took the handcuffs and went to the front register. The man at the front counter was a half shaven man in his 40s, he looked disheveled and unbathed.

"Is this it?" He asked with no tone of enthusiasm.

Callie looked at his chest, he wore a nametag that said "owner" on it.

Callie swallowed, "You are the owner?"

"Yeah I own this dump."

Callie looked extremely nervous suddenly, she began to speak again, "Ummm, like a few weeks ago I kind of came in here and stole four pairs of these cuffs."

"Fuck! Why are you telling me?" The owner said.

"I umm, feel like I have to, I feel like I have to give them back, but they are kind of ruined."

"Well, shit, then fuck give me the money for em," The owner said.

Callie's face started becoming red, her hands moved to remove her top.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I just...I just have to." Callie said as she unfastened her bra, exposing her breasts publicly in a sex shop.

"God, damn." The sex shop owner was completely floored.

Callie took off her shoes and dropped her skirt, then took off her underwear. Callie stood completely nude in front of the owner of the sex shop, who was behind a register. Callie looked sick.

"What the fuck!" A sex shop customer dropped his fleshlight as she saw Callie's naked ass.

"Lady, what the fuck are you doing?" The owner repeated.

Callie covered her nudity and scampered behind the register with the owner, she quickly dropped to her knees.

"I am sorry, sir I have no idea what's going on." The owner said to the customer, who just picked up his fleshlight.

Callie folded her hands together and looked up at the owner of the sex shop from her knees. "I am begging for forgiveness, please I will do anything you ask."

The sex shop owner looked down, "Are you kidding me?" 

"Anything!" Callie repeated, her face glowing red from shame and embarrassment.

"Fuck!" The sex shop owner muttered, before unbuttoning his pants and exposing his cock.

Callie was taken aback by the sex shop owner's dick's size, it had a lot of girth and was fairly big, especially since it was only semi-erect.

"Suck it." The sex shop owner quietly grunted at Callie.

Callie engulfed the sex shop owner's dick into her mouth and began to suck his cock with enthusiasm.

"Sir I can help you now." The sex shop owner said to the still stunned man with the fleshlight. The sex shop owner was allowing Callie to suck his cock, but he was continuing to go about his business.

Callie bobbed her head on the sex shop owner's cock as the sex shop owner and the customer casually completed a purchase. Once the fleshlight buyer left the sex shop owner looked down at Callie.

"Watch the teeth!" He demanded.

Callie was struggling to not scrape her teeth on the man's cock, it was nearly impossible considering the size of her mouth and the girth of his cock. As Callie continued to bob her head up and down enthusiastically on the sex shop owner's cock, Callie heard a few more customers come in by way of the "ding" sound the door made when it opened.

"Fuck, this isn't working. At this rate, you'll be sucking my cock for two hours." The sex shop owner said, clearly perturbed by Callie's teeth scraping on his cock.

Callie took the cock out of her mouth, a long string of saliva bridged her lips to the cock. "I'll just use my hand."

"Fuck no! I don't want a fucking handy! Go crawl over to the fetish section and grab one of those ring gags that keep your mouth open wide." 

Callie's eyes widened with horror, "Crawl?!" "Ring Gag!?" Despite every neuron in her brain seemingly telling Callie to refuse, her muscles seemed to work independently and she crawled out from behind the register and into the sex shop isles. Her ass shaking, her breasts swaying as she crawled like an animal through a dirty sex shop. Customers browsed as she crawled towards the back of the sex shop, as naked as the day she was born. Callie felt herself as jiggle as she moved, the air brushing up against her clit and her anus. She had never felt so exposed in her life.

"Why is there a naked woman in your store?" A customer called out, having immediately spotted Callie crawling along.

"You complaining?" The sex shop owner cried out in reply.

"No, not at all!" The customer responded.

Callie could feel that eyes were watching her as she crawled, people were following her. Callie did not have the courage to look behind her, to see the men who were doing it. As her mind raced and she began to feel light-headed from the sheer humiliation of her ordeal she made her way to the fetish section. Once there the ring gags were not hard to find. Callie looked on the cover of the ring gag packaging. A helpless looking woman looked straight ahead with the ring gag in her mouth. Callie shuttered when she realized that she would soon like like that.

Callie grabbed the ring gag and then realized that she would have to carry it in her mouth if she were to continue to crawl and she had to continue to crawl, she was bound by the curse to do whatever she was ordered to do. So there she went, crawling a ring gag still in the packaging in her mouth, she quickly scampered back towards the register, she must have looked ridiculous, crawling as fast as she was, yet he main focus was to get her current ordeal over with. Tears welled up in Callie's eyes as she continued to feel the stares of the sex shop customers.

Finally coming back behind the register, she, from her knees gave the sex shop owner the ring gag. The sex shop owner quickly opened the package.

"Open wide."

Callie did as she was told and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She felt the ring gag being placed inside of her mouth and she felt the gag being tightly fastened behind her head. Callie got back to work, the sex shop owner's cock was a tight fit inside the ring gag, but Callie was able to make it work. She bobbed her head up and down on the sex shop owner's cock, making sure to caress his cock with her tongue as his cock went in and out of her mouth.

"Much better." The sex shop owner patted Callie on the head as she sucked him off with the ring gag in her mouth.

As Callie sucked and sucked, customer after customer came by with purchases. The sex shop owner routinely ignored Callie as he helped customers from behind the register. Customers oftentimes were able to look over the register and see Callie sucking off the sex shop owner, naked on her knees. A few customers, including a lady customer, actually had the audacity to put their cell phone over the register and take a picture.

It must have been twenty-five to thirty minutes of Callie relentlessly giving head before, with no forewarning whatsoever the sex shop owner started unloading semen into Callie's mouth. The cum spurt out with such force that a lot of it actually squirted out of Callie's nose. To Callie, the taste was atrocious. She planned to spit out the semen as soon as the sex shop owner's cock was removed from her mouth, and possibly vomit.

The sex shop owner managed to say one word, "Swallow." Callie bound to the rules of the curse, slowly but surely gulped down all of the sex shop owner's semen as she could, she couldn't gulp it down in one swallow, the massive load required two distinct gulps. Callie was nauseous with disgust.

After the whole ordeal, Callie removed the ring gag and got dressed and then calmly bought her handcuffs. Her jaw and neck hurt from the oral sex. The sex shop owner treated her just like any other customer. Callie looked at him with disgust as she handed him the cash for the handcuffs.

Callie massaged her own neck and jaw as she exited the sex shop, in her bag she had the handcuffs and the handcuff keys, Callie dreaded what would happen to her next.

***

Callie seethed with rage as she knocked on Nuri's hotel room door. Callie mulled over her recent disgrace at the sex shop. Callie wondered why she had agreed to such humiliating acts. The taste of the sex shop owner's cock still resonated in her mouth.

Nuri opened the door and immediately started waving her hand in front of her face, to indicate that Callie's breath stunk. "Pee, you, go brush your teeth, you can use my brush, I'll get a new one, what did you eat when you were gone?"

Callie, humiliated with her head bowed stomped off into the bathroom and began to vigorously brush her teeth. Meanwhile Nuri laid on the bed, took off her pants and underwear and put her hands behind her head. Nuri was staring at the ceiling in a completely relaxed state when Callie came out of the bathroom. 

"Take off my cuffs and then strip completely naked," Nuri said without even looking at Callie.

Nuri could hear Callie seething with rage, as she felt one cuff then another get undone and fall off of her ankles. Nuri reached out her hands and soon felt her the cuffs on her hand get unfastened. Callie again let out a disapproving sound as she disrobed.

"Eat me," Nuri said, with a nonchalant tone. 




The Gypsy's Curse Pt. 04



Nuri closed her eyes and then felt Callie's wet tongue lap at her clit. Nuri closed her eyes and let herself revel in the feeling. 

"Put more muscle into it." Nuri ordered.

Callie complied putting more pressure on Nuri's clit, Nuri couldn't help but let out a slight moan. Nuri bit her bottom lip as her mind began to race. Finally, Nuri looked down at Callie as she was licking. It was a beautiful sight, Callie's tight, round ass looked great. Nuri just watched Callie go about her business, Nuri reveled in the oral sex she was receiving. Then Nuri decided she would take a more dominant position.

Nuri swung her right leg over Callie and stood up, "Get on your back, I am going to fuck your face."

Callie looked pissed, her face was red, her lips were slightly swollen, yet she did as she was told, her muscles again betraying her mind. As Callie laid on her back Nuri mounted Callie's face, she began to grind her wet crotch on Callie.

Nuri looked down at Callie as she grinded her hips on Callie's face, she could only see Callie's eyes and nose. Callie's eyes bulged out, Nuri turned her neck to look behind her, Callie's feet were slightly kicking against the bed in discomfort. Nuri grinded harder.

It took a while, and as uncomfortable as it must have been for Callie, it was yet more pleasurable for Nuri. Nuri was working herself up fairly well, her juices were smeared all over Callie's face. Then Nuri got a wicked idea. Nuri turned around so that she was looking down at Callie's breasts, she spread her ass cheeks with her hands and squatted down right over Callie's mouth and nose. The vibrations of Callie's scream titillated Nuri's asshole and clit. Nuri grinded her ass all over Callie's face.

"Lick my asshole." Nuri calmly ordered.

Almost in an instant Nuri felt Callie's wet tongue lap at her asshole. Nuri was surprised by how good it felt. Nuri spread her ass wider and Callie's tongue and nose became completely embedded into Nuri's asshole. Nuri moaned in pleasure as she saw Callie began to violently kick her feet and flail her arms. It must have been difficult for her to breath. Nuri eventually just sat on Callie's face, letting her body weight completely crush Callie. It was at this point that Callie's muffled screams intensified and her feet began to flail wildly, it was like Callie was some sort of dying insect. Nuri loved the sight of Callie's kicking feet, she grinded her ass all over Callie's face.

When Nuri finally lifted her ass off of Callie's face, Callie was hyperventilating and exhausted. After admiring her handiwork, Nuri reached down and grabbed a handful of Callie's hair and pulled her up to her feet.

"Bitch! What are you doing?" Callie yelped as Nuri sat down and pulled Callie by the hair over her lap.

"Giving you a little punishment for the shit you pulled last night," Nuri said as she looked down at Callie laying over her lap on the edge of the bed.

"What are you going to do? Spank me like I am some sort of little brat!"

"That is exactly what I am going to do," Nuri said as she slapped Callie hard on her ass.

Callie screamed extremely loudly.

"WHAT THE FUCK! THAT HURT!"

Nuri spanked Callie again.

"IT HURRRRRTTTTTTSSSSSSS!" Callie screamed.

Nuri smiled and began to spank Callie over and over again on her ass.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS HURT SO FUCKING MUCH!" Callie screamed as she kicked her feet and legs.

Nuri stopped briefly, "You are being way too loud, you are going to disturb the other hotel guests."

Nuri gently felt Callie's crotch, it was already wet.

"Callie, do you like this spanking?"

Callie quietly responded, "A little, it hurts, but..."

"Go get the ball gag that you so rudely strapped to my face yesterday, it is on that little table over there."

Callie got up, Nuri admired Callie's slightly red ass as she walked over to retrieve the ball gag. Callie rubbed her ass as she walked back to Nuri's lap with the gag in her hand.

"Get on your knees" Nuri ordered.

Callie complied.

"Hand me the ball gag."

Callie did as she was told and handed Nuri the ball gag.

Nuri reveled in attaching the gag to Callie's mouth as she sat on her knees, completely nude.

"Get over my lap again."

Callie again did as she was told. Then the barrage occurred. Nuri spanked Callie with all of her might, watching as Callie flailed mightily over her lap. Hearing Callie scream muffled screams. Watching Callie's ass become bright red in shade, then deep red.

Nuri took another short break from delivering the spanking to feel Callie's wetness. Nuri bit her bottom lip and then smiled as she saw that Callie was very well lubricated.

Nuri wanted to spank Callie until she was on the edge of orgasm and so she did. Callie continued to kick and scream muffled screams through her ball gag as Nuri continued to spank Callie as hard as she possibly could with her bare palm. Nuri wanted the image of Callie contorting and kicking wildly while being spanked to resonate in her head forever.

It was some time before, Nuri noticed that Callie was on the verge of orgasming from the painful spanking and it was at that point that she stopped and flung Callie haphazardly off of her lap. Callie almost immediately tried to spring back up and put herself back on Nuri's lap.

"No," Nuri said with a taunting smile.

Callie, still with the ball gag in her mouth got on her knees in front of Nuri and made pleading sounds. Nuri walked behind Callie nonchalantly and undid her ball-gag.

"Please, please, please, spank me more, I need it." Callie pleaded.

"Get on your back, on the bed," Nuri ordered.

Callie looked concerned but did what Nuri ordered.

Before Nuri knew it she was again straddled on top of Callie, sitting on her face, Callie lapping at Nuri's clit.

Nuri desperately and harshly gyrated her hips on Callie's face, letting her pelvic bone harshly press on Callie's lips. Callie again kicked her feet and struggled to breath. Nuri let herself soak in the pleasure. With one hand Nuri gripped her hair, with the other hand she fondled her breast.

"Oh, yes!" Nuri was now vocalizing her pleasure.

Callie was again vocalizing her displeasure by making muffled sounds of discomfort. Nuri continued to grind, she felt herself become flooded with wetness. She saw her wetness seep out of her crotch and onto Callie. Nuri made sure to rub herself all over Callie's face, giving Callie's face a shining glaze of her juices. Nuri felt, Callie's feet roughly kick at the bed as she rode Callie's face with reckless abandoned. Nuri was now in a state of bliss, she started to cum and she felt at this point a complete outpouring of wetness from her crotch. Nuri lifted her crotch a few inches above Callie's face and let the liquids shower all over Callie. Callie tried to complain, but Nuri's juices fell into Callie's mouth and Callie's complaints became unintelligible. Nuri moaned, she looked up at the ceiling, she began to twitch and writhe, delusional with pleasure. minutes passed and Nuri just let the pleasure sink in, wave after wave of it. Nui e lost track of time, she found herself when she came to lying facedown on top of the exhausted Callie.

Nuri looked at Callie, her lips were swollen, her skin was red, a thin layer of pussy juice covered her face.

"Pwease, spink me." Callie could barely talk, her lips were so swollen, from being forced against her teeth and Nuri's pelvic bone.

"You look disgusting," Nuri exclaimed as she got up and put on some pants.

"Pwease?" Callie pleaded, still naked and on her back.

Nuri saw the handcuffs that contained the key Callie used unlock Nuri. Nuri grabbed them and told Callie to turn over on her stomach. Once Callie did what Nuri asked, Nuri handcuffed Callie to the bed facing down, then Nuri rolled up a bed sheet and tied Callie's other arm to the other side of the bed. Nuri looked at her handiwork. Callie was lying face down on the bed, her deep red ass was exposed.

"PWEASE!" Callie mumbled through her swollen lips and tongue, still pleading to be spanked.

"I've got to check out," Nuri said, as she started packing up.

"PWEASE! IT NAWT FAIR! SPINK ME! SPINK ME I DISIRVE IT!" Callie said as she kicked her feet, nearly having a temper tantrum.

Nuri ignored Callie's continued pathetic pleas as she slowly and methodically took all of her stuff out of the hotel and placed it in front of the front checkout area, to wait for her mother and the large moving van.

When Nuri finally left the final time to officially check out, Callie was having a full-on temper tantrum, kicking her feet and crying as she begged to be spanked again. Callie's speech was almost unintelligible due to her swollen lips, but Nuri got the gist, that Callie would do just about anything to be back on someone's lap receiving a painful and humiliating spanking. 

Nuri had repaid Callie back tenfold for what Callie had done to her, she would have mercy on Callie and repay Mateo for helping her out of a jam.

When Nuri went to turn in her hotel keys, it was Mateo who was working at the front desk, which made Nuri's plan all the more convenient.

"Hi, Mateo, I'll be checking out."

Mateo seemed nervous interacting with Nuri again, "Did you have a good stay?"

"Yes, it was great! You might want to check my room, whatever I left in there you guys can just keep."



The Gypsy's Curse



Stuart handed the towel over to Stephanie and sat back down on the couch, he was still naked from the waist down. Stuart looked up at the ceiling and again started thinking about the gypsy woman. "I hope she calls me about that broken item. GOD WHY CAN'T I STOP OBSESSING OVER THAT WOMAN!" He thought to himself, now clearly frustrated with the intrusive and persistent thoughts.

Suddenly Stuart felt Stephanie's tongue licking at his asshole again. He looked down, Stephanie was furiously masturbating herself on her knees while desperately trying to get at Stuart with her tongue again. Stuart spread his legs and made it easier for his suddenly sexually insatiable girlfriend to lick him. Stuart noticed there was still a considerable amount of his semen still dripping off of Stephanie's face. Stephanie moaned and licked with great passion while Stuart continued to fantasize about his new gypsy love. Stephanie would eventually have what seemed like an earth shattering orgasm, she screamed so loud that the neighbors definitely heard her and her whole body shook as she was having a seizure. After her long intense orgasm, she fell asleep on the floor right at Stuart's feet. Stuart went to bed that night trying his best and failing to get the gypsy girl out of his head.

***

Nuri woke up early the next morning. She looked around the hotel room she was staying in, there was nothing to eat and she had no money. "I'll call that douchebag with the girlfriend that broke that glassware and over charge the fuck out of him," Nuri said to herself as she dialed the number from Stuart's business card.

It was only one ring before Stuart answered, "Is this the lady from the flea market?" Stuart said before Nuri was able to talk.

"Ummm, yeah it is," Nuri said surprised by the enthusiasm in Stuart's voice.

"Great! I need to see you, I must see you!" Nuri's mind raced, she could not reply.

"Ever since I saw you yesterday, I felt the need to see you again, please let me see you?" Stuart pleaded, he was unbelievably desperate.

Nuri was frozen, she couldn't believe it. She thought to herself frantically, "FUCK! The curse it worked! What the hell do I do now?"



The Gypsy's Spell



The azure blue Mercedes that pulled into the parking space in front of the old building belonged to Mark Stanley, who made his millions in real estate. The building he was entering was one that he wanted to purchase, a tiny shop called 'Witches Brew Potions'. 

Mark had been buying up real estate lots on the street with the plan of clearing the land and building an office building. So far, the one holdout was the owner of this tiny shop, and after his lawyers had struck out attempting to buy out the lady, Mark decided that he would try to sweet talk her. After all, Mark was well aware that he had a way with the ladies, and few could say 'no' when he laid on the charm.

In fact, even though Mark was married, he still played the field whenever he felt he could get away with it, and he rarely had any problems picking up women. His wife Sophia had her suspicions about her husband, but she still loved him and she figured that as long as he took care of her the way he always had, she would ignore his indiscretions.

Walking through the front door, an overhead bell jangling, Mark felt like he had walked into another world. It was dark in the store, the place seemed to be lit by candlelight. The walls were full of hundreds of bottles of different size and color. Down the center of the store there was one shelving unit with shelves on both sides. Everything looked either handmade or extremely old. At the far end of the store was a wooden counter and behind that was a curtain concealing an arched doorway.

There was so much to look at, but Mark just glanced around as he headed to the counter. The curtain was pushed aside as he reached the counter and a beautiful, brunette gypsy woman walked out, her large breasts were threatening to spill out of her low top. Mark was captivated by her stunning beauty and for a moment, he forgot the reason he was there.

"How can I help you sir?" The exquisite woman asked.

"Uh, I uhmm' Mark's brain was completely flustered and he couldn't talk.

"It's okay sir," the gypsy woman said with a warm smile "you don't have to speak, I can read your eyes if you would like me to. Would you like that sir?"

Mark was thinking in his head what he needed to say, but for some reason his mouth didn't seem to want to work. Without even realizing what he was doing, he nodded his head.

"Okay sir, just look into my eyes."

That was a very easy thing to do. The woman's eyes were the deepest blue and when Mark looked into her eyes, he felt as if he was falling into them. He could have stared into her eyes all day long and when she turned away from him, he hadn't even realized that he had been staring into her eyes for ten minutes, to him it only seemed like a few seconds.

"I believe that I know what you desire sir. Your wife is reluctant to pleasure you orally, and you would like me to remedy that. Is that correct sir?"

It was the oddest thing for her to say and not at all why he had come into the shop in the first place, but he felt himself nodding again. It was true though. Mark had been married to Sophia for five years now and he often argued with her about oral sex. He wanted it and she refused to do it. 

Mark and Sophia had been married for twenty years and had one daughter together. Their daughter, Sarah, was a nineteen year old lesbian and attending college a few miles away. She popped in from time to time to eat and do laundry, and often brought her partner Marissa with her. It pained Mark and Sophia to know that their daughter considered herself a lesbian and they were still hopeful that it was just a phase she was going through and one day she would fall in love with a man.

"Very well sir, you will need to come around the counter and into the back room with me so we can get the ingredients for your potion. Please follow me." She smiled sweetly and motioned for him to follow. 

As if in a trance, Mark made his way around the counter and through the curtain that the sexy gypsy girl held open for him. The room he entered seemed totally out of place, not because of how it was decorated, but because of its size. The room was huge. Much larger than it could possibly be based on the tiny footprint of the store outside. From outside, the store looked like a small ranch style house and the front part of the store appeared to be the right size, but this room seemed at leastthree times larger than was possible.

"The potion that I am going to mix will make your wife crave your semen sir. She will find that she needs to have a taste of your semen every day or else she will have some unpleasant side effects. I will mix the ingredients first, then add them to your wife's favorite desert. What is her favorite desert sir?"

Walking two steps behind, Mark was transfixed with the sight of the young Gypsies ass. It seemed as if her entire body had him mesmerized. He heard her question and had to really concentrate to find an answer for her in his addled brain. "Uhmm, she uh...she likes apple pie. It's her favorite."

"Apple pie, how quaint. You are in luck sir, I just so happen to have an apple pie and all I need to do is add the special ingredient. Do you know what the special ingredient is sir? It is semen...your semen. You'll need to undress sir, so I can begin to extract the proper amount of semen."

"You ahh, you want me to...you want..." Mark was struggling because she had reached over and was stroking his penis through his pants, and he was uncomfortably hard.

"Take these off sir." The sexy woman whispered into Mark's ear while tugging at his belt. Her lips, hot, moist and soft brushed against his neck and he shivered, his desire at a fever pitch. His hands went to work, seemingly with a mind of their own, undoing his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants until they slid down his legs and pooled around his knees. His underwear strained to hold in his swollen manhood.

The gypsy woman helped Mark step out of his pants and yanked his underwear down, letting his seven inch penis spring free. It stuck straight out at a higher than ninety degree angle. She grinned slyly and wrapped her slender fingers around it, feeling it surge in her grasp. Slowly, she slid down until she was kneeling in front of him and in one move she swallowed the entire length, planting her thick lips against his pelvis.

Mark sucked in a deep breath as he felt the most incredible sensation. It was the most intense deep throat blow job that he ever received and within seconds, he felt like he was going to cum. His mouth dropped open and he wailed "OHHHHHHHHGGGODDDDD I'M GONNA CUMMMMM!" He was certain that he was past the point of no return when he felt her hand grip the base of his shaft tightly and he couldn't cum. He was still on the verge, but she had effectively stopped his orgasm from coming.

The next thing Mark knew, she had pulled her mouth off his cock and stood up while still gripping his shaft tightly. His eyes bulged upon seeing her fully naked and he wondered how she had undressed so quickly. Her naked body was a vision of perfection and he allowed her to lead him over to an old cot up against the back wall. She had him lay down on his back before straddling him and guiding his ridged tool deep into her snug vagina.

Mark groaned when she released the base of his cock and sat down fully on him. His urge to cum had diminished. She sat still on him just staring down into his eyes and then began to use her inner muscles to squeeze and release over and over. To Mark, it felt as if she was sliding up and down on his manhood, but she wasn't moving her body. He felt the urge to cum again, but just when the feeling reached the critical point, her pussy clamped down super tight and held, once again keeping him from cumming.

"OHHHHSHITTT Let me cum pleeeasee." He whined as the frustration built.

"Almost there sir, just need the right amount of semen." She said, her voice sounding heavenly.

When his need to cum had passed again, the brunette goddess began working her pussy muscles again, giving him the sensation that she was sliding up and down. This time though, she leaned forward and placed a plump, erect nipple into his mouth and said "Suck it sir, drink it all down."

Mark's mouth clamped down on her nipple and he sucked. A torrent of hot liquid sprayed into his mouth and his eyes popped open wide again. The liquid was sweet and when he swallowed it down, he felt a warmth flowing into his stomach. This was wrong somehow, but he was unable to stop himself from drinking in her essence and it was making him more lightheaded with each swallow.

This time, when Mark felt his orgasm fast approaching, he looked up into her eyes and she said to him "Go ahead, fill my pussy with your cum. You are ready now."

Mark was confused because she had told him that she needed his semen for an ingredient in the apple pie, but now she wanted him to cum inside her. It didn't make any sense to him but at this point he was too far gone to care and with a loud groan around a mouthful of milky tit, Mark exploded with the most intense, draining orgasm he ever felt. Every part of his body, from his nose to his toes, felt like it was cumming. He was screaming in agonizing pleasure while both brown nipples of the exquisite gypsy woman squirted a seeming unending spray of milky liquid.

The orgasm was so intense that when it was finally over, Mark was completely worn out. All of his energy had been spent and he was unable to even lift his head off the cot. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as the beauty climbed off him and walked over to a refrigerator that he hadn't even seen before. It was a tiny one, like college students typically use in a dorm, and from it she pulled out an apple pie.

He watched the sultry lady carry the pie to a footstool and set it down. From there she straddled the low footstool and lowered her bare pussy down until it was just above the pie. Mark was transfixed and disgusted by what she did next. He could see her bearing down, as if she was pregnant and pushing out a baby, and a big blob of cum, his cum, dripped out and landed in the center of the pie. 

It was as if he was driving by a train crash with multiple casualties, it was disturbing and revolting but he couldn't look away. The first dollop of whitish cream was followed by several more, way more than Mark even expected, and at the end there was a funny farting noise as she pushed out the last vestiges of their mixed fluids. The last thing he saw before his eyes closed was her wiping her pussy with her fingers and putting those fingers into her mouth to lick the mess off.

---

When Mark opened his eyes again, he was standing out in the other room again at the counter and there was an open box in front of him with a perfect looking apple pie inside. Behind the counter was an old decrepit looking woman with wrinkles on her wrinkles. She looked to be not a day older than one hundred and twenty years old.

The old woman was talking, her voice sounding like the voice of a lifelong smoker, and indeed Mark noticed a long black and gold cigarette holder with a burning cigarette smoldering away in an ashtray on the counter. The ashtray was overflowing with burned out butts. Mark tried to listen to what she said as he looked down to see if he was dressed (he was), for the last thing he remembered was lying on the cot fully naked while the gorgeous gypsy emptied herself of all his juices.

"The pie will do the trick," she was saying "making anyone who eats it addicted to your sperm. One piece is enough to last a few days if that is all she eats. If you want it to last forever though, the whole pie must be eaten. When the whole pie has been consumed, the spell will be permanent."

Mark was looking around the shop, hoping to catch a glimpse of the stunningly sexy woman whom he had fucked, but he didn't see her anywhere. "Where is..." he began, before realizing that he didn't know her name "the young woman who was here earlier?" he finished. 

The old woman who stood hunched over looked up into Mark's eyes and her face seemed to split in two as she smiled. It was the most horrendous looking smile that Mark had ever seen. Her teeth, what was left of them anyway, were as black as coal, and Mark could see the sunken depressions in her diseased gums from past teeth that were now just a memory. As bad as that looked, it couldn't compare with the serpent like tongue that curled around in her septic pit of a mouth. 

"I'm the only one here sir." She replied and placed her bony hand over his hand on the counter, causing him to shudder. He wanted to turn and run from the store screaming in horror, but his legs wouldn't move for some reason. "The pie is fifty dollars sir, and I know that you will agree that it is worth every penny."

Pulling his hand away from her, Mark dug into his pocket for his wallet and, with shaking hands, delivered a fifty dollar bill onto the counter. He grabbed the box, mumbled a low 'Thank you' and hurried out of the shop, his legs suddenly in a hurry to get the rest of him as far away from the old hag as possible. As he rushed to the door, the old woman was laughing, or more like cackling, making the hairs on his arms stand up straight.

---

On the drive home Mark wondered if what had happened was a dream. It had definitely felt dream like, but it had also felt so real, that he wasn't sure. It seemed like such a preposterous thing though and the more his mind replayed the events of the day, the more he convinced himself that he must have hallucinated most of it. Of course he still had the apple pie beside him on the seat, but it looked too perfect to have been through what he thought he saw happen.

Pulling up to a red light, Mark picked up the box and opened it just a crack. He stuck his nose in and smelled it, thinking that if it really was full of his cum it would smell as strong as his cum, which had a very strong odor to it. The only thing he smelled at all was apple pie, and he was surprised when his stomach growled at the smell.

Setting the box back on the passengers seat, Mark slid his hand down the front of his pants and grabbed his penis. It was wet and sticky and when he pulled his hand back out of his waistband, his nose was assaulted by the strong, unmistakable odor of sexual intercourse. It couldn't have been a dream, but it was too weird to have been real. 

When he pulled into his driveway ten minutes later, Mark took a deep breath before grabbing the pie and heading into the house. He was still flip flopping back and forth on whether or not things had really happened like he remembered. He entertained the thought that maybe he had been drugged and led to believe that things went down like that, but that didn't explain why his cock smelled like sex.

When Mark walked into the house he called out to his wife Sophia "Honey...are you here?" He was peeking into the living room when she came around the corner from the kitchen.

"Hey babe' She smiled, looking down at the box he was carrying she said 'What's that?"

"I grabbed a surprise for you dear.' Mark answered and opened the box wide enough so she could see what was inside. 'I got you a pie. It's apple." 

Sophia peered into the cardboard box and exclaimed "Mmmm that smells heavenly. What's the occasion?"

Mark shrugged his shoulders and said "There is none, I just thought you would enjoy it, but you have to promise to not share it with anyone. I bought it for you and you alone." He smiled lazily and winked before adding "Of course if you want to make it up to me, I'm sure we can figure something out." He leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

Sophia pulled back, rolled her eyes in an exaggerated sarcastic way and said "Ohhh...so that explains it. Your trying to bribe me so I'll want to fuck you. That's pretty low you know."

Mark tilted his head to the side like a puppy looking at its master and asked "Is it working at all?"

Sighing deeply and furrowing her brow, Sophia replied "Maybe...I guess it depends on how good this pie is." She took the box from Mark and said "I'm going to try it right now."

Sophia carried the box into the kitchen and asked "Do you want a piece dear?", as she opened the box and picked up a knife to cut it.

"No thanks dear, I told you that it is all for you."

As she slid the knife through the center cutting the pie in half before taking out one slice, she remarked "Your not trying to poison me or something are you?"

"Ha ha very funny." Mark answered. He was worried right now that she would bite into it and find it full of cum. He could picture her in his mind taking a big bite, chewing for a few seconds, then spitting it out and gagging on the foul mixture. But when she put a forkful in her mouth and started to chew, her eyes closed dreamily, she exhaled loudly and chewed very slowly as she 'Mmmmm'ed' until she swallowed.

""Where did you get this pie? It is fucking fantastic." Sophia said before taking an even larger second bite.

"I can't tell you all my secrets dear, or else I would have to kill you." Mark said while using a terrible Russian accent, which made his wife chuckle around a mouthful of pie.

Mark picked up the newspaper and pretended to read it as he watched his still sexy wife devour the slice of pie and quickly cut a second piece. She was a natural beauty who took care of her body and she had passed on her superior genes to her daughter Sarah. 

When Sophia finished the second piece, Mark put the paper down and said "Well, I really should go take a shower." He stood up, walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead. "Glad you enjoyed the pie hon." He said before walking out and heading toward the bedroom to get some different clothes.

It was simply an apple pie, Mark thought as he walked into his bedroom chuckling. He had paid fifty dollars for that pie and he was well aware that he had been played, but his memories were worth ten times that amount, even if those memories were false memories. The gypsy must have run a scam on him and he fell for it, but there was no harm down. He would make another trip there, probably tomorrow, and this time he would be all business.

Mark collected his clothes, comfortable clothes to relax in for the remainder of the afternoon, and turned to enter the master bathroom. Sophia was standing at the door and startled him, he hadn't heard her enter the room. 

"Oh shit hon, you jumped me." he said, then saw the look in her eyes, which was what could only be described as 'hungry'.

She closed the distance between them without a word and attached her mouth to his, driving her tongue between his lips and wrapping her arms tightly around his ass and grinding her body against his. 

Even though Mark had just recently experienced the most mind blowing sex ever, his penis still expanded rapidly. He wasn't too surprised at his wife's actions because she occasionally became aggressive with him when she wanted sex, but still he wondered. His wondering was put to rest a moment later when she pulled back and breathlessly whispered "Oh God, I think I want to suck your cock."

At first Mark thought that he had misheard her, or maybe that she was just joking, she did occasionally have a cruel sense of humor, but when she backed up a step and began working on removing his pants, his breath caught in his throat. 

The sudden realization came to him that his penis was still covered in sex slime, and he quickly pulled her hands away saying "Ah hon wait, you should let me shower first, I'm kind of sweaty you know. I'll be really quick."

But Sophia kept moving forward and said "No, I want you now. I want you...dirty." She had backed him up against the dresser and was back at his fly, her hands working feverishly. 

"Uh wait hon I uh, I have to take a piss first." He was grasping now, looking for any reason to get away by himself so he could clean up, but it wasn't working.




The Gypsy's Spell



"Oh please, you are so hard right now, you couldn't piss if you tried." She said as she finally got his pants open. In one fell swoop, she yanked both his pants and underwear to the floor, his cock flopped out fully erect and nearly bopped her on the head.

"Sophia wait!" Mark complained, but he watched helplessly as his lovely wife moved her face up close to his erection and smelled the thick heady scent of his cum dried penis. He was sure that she would pull away in disgust and start screaming any second now. His mind flashed through divorce proceedings and alimony, lots of alimony. He had been caught red handed after all.

Imagine Mark's surprise when his sexy young wife, who had up til now refused to put her face any where near his penis, was now sliding her nose up and down his length, smelling each and every inch, and moaning the whole time. He even heard her mumbling under her breath "Oh fuck it smells so fucking good."

He watched her in awe, amazed that she seemed so excited. How could she not smell the scent of pussy and cum, he wondered, when he could smell it from way up here. Then he saw her tongue come out and lick the underside from his nut sack to the head, before engulfing the head and the first two inches into her mouth. 

It was happening. The pie worked, just like the gypsy had promised. So it had all been real after all. Mark was in heaven watching his wife suck him, and now he knew that when Sophia finished the pie, she would forever be addicted to sucking his cock and eating his cum. As much as she had enjoyed the pie, and she had seemed like she was nearly orgasmic while she ate it, he figured that it wouldn't take long for her to finish eating the rest of it. 

Now, watching her suck him off for the very first time, Mark could tell that Sophia really was getting off while she sucked him. Her hips were gyrating and her skin was flushed. Her fingers clutched his ass cheeks and she was grunting and moaning and trembling. She was on the verge of cumming without even touching herself. If Mark hadn't just recently experienced the most draining orgasm of his life, he probably would have been ready to cum himself, but he knew it would take a while.

For the next fifteen minutes, Sophia worked tirelessly, trying everything she could think of to get her husband to cum in her mouth, but, although what she was doing felt wonderful, he was still far from cumming.

Finally, her jaw aching from so much sucking, Sophia pulled back and said "Does it feel okay honey?"

"Yeah of course. It feels wonderful babe." Mark answered.

"I think that I want you to cum in my mouth. I know it sound weird but, for some reason, I just want to try it. The only problem is that my jaw is killing me. How can I get you to cum quicker?"

There were two things that Sophia had never allowed Mark to do with her, one was oral sex, and the other was anal sex. Mark often thought that he never would have married her if he had known how much of a prude she was, but then the fact that she refused to have sex with him before they were married should have tipped him off. She might have been young, but her mind was old school.

Now that Mark was getting his puritan wife to suck his cock and swallow his cum, he thought that he could use that to his advantage to finally break her anal cherry. After careful consideration he said "I'm sorry honey, I know that you are trying your best, and I do appreciate it, but I've just got so much on my mind lately, I can't seem to relax and allow myself to cum. I think we are going to have to stop and try again later."

The look in Sophia's eyes was one of despair and she shook her head and said "But Mark, I really want this now. Maybe I just need to try harder."

"It feels really good but I just don't think that it is going to work right now...unless...no, forget it."

"Unless what? Please tell me. What can I do?"

"Well, I've got to admit that your first attempt at a blowjob is kind of...well, I know you are trying, but it needs work. I just don't think that you are good enough yet to get me to cum."

"So what if you just fuck me like regular, but pull out when you cum and put it in my mouth."

"Well, that might work, but I think I might even need more than that today."

"What do you need then?"

There was one thing about Sophia when it came to sex and that was that she was very naive. Mark had always looked at her naivety as a burden, and that was one reason why he went elsewhere for sex. But now there was a chance he could use her ignorance to his advantage and he was going to try.

"I might need to try something new and fresh, you know, to get the juices flowing. I was thinking maybe anal sex." He tried to look as sincere as possible while he said this.

"Oh! You want to put it in my butt?!? I can't do that Mark."

"Why not? You always told me that you couldn't suck me either, but now you are doing just that, and you want to swallow my sperm. You seem to like it a lot. So what if you try anal sex, just once, and realize you don't like it? Then you never do it again. No harm done. But if you do like it...think of how much fun we can have. And I promise to go slow and be extra careful. In fact, you can even be on top, that way you can control everything."

Sophia seemed to consider it for a few moments before saying "But I want to drink your cum. How can I do that if...that's just gross." 

Mark sighed loudly, then said "Yeah your right. Well look, I'm going to take a shower, and if you still want it in the morning we can try again." He stepped out of his pants and walked around her, heading to the bathroom.

After Mark's showered and dried himself with an over sized towel, he wrapped it around his waist and walked back into the bedroom, where he stopped in his tracks when he saw his wife. She was kneeling naked on the bed with her ass pointed directly at him. Her face was on the bed and her legs were spread wide. When she heard him walk into the room, she looked back and said "I found this." and held up a condom. Then she said "Please be gentle with me."

Dropping the towel to the floor, Mark moved to the bed and noticed the bottle of lube was between her legs. Like most guys, he hated condoms, but he could see how hard Sophia was trying, so he lubed his cock, tore open the condom and rolled it on while she watched. Then, he moved behind her where she couldn't see, and yanked it off. It slid off easily with the lube and he balled it up and tossed it behind him on the floor. His first anal sex with his wife was going to be bareback.

He put his hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them open, looking at her anus. "Honey, I want you to close your eyes, take a deep breath and slowly let it out. I'm going to help loosen you up, so it won't hurt when I put it in. Just relax and try to enjoy this babe."

Mark put a hand on her lower back and pushed down, causing her ass to tilt up, then he squirted a large dollop of lube between her cheeks. Using his free hand, he started rubbing up and down over her anus, not trying to push his finger inside yet, just rubbing all around. After a few minutes of rubbing, her sphincter was noticeably loosening and allowing the tip of his fingers to slide in.

As Mark continued to rub, Sophia began to moan. Her outer sphincter had loosened up enough to slide two or three fingers in easily, but her inner sphincter would need much more coaxing in order to relax it. He poured more lube down the crack of her ass and slid just the tip of his pointer finger into the tight ring of her inner sphincter. Feeling her flinch, he stopped pushing and just let his finger sit there while his other fingers rubbed gently on the outside, her opening tightening and releasing over and over.

About a minute later, Mark started wiggling the finger that was still in the tight vise like grip of her inner sphincter, and her felt that also begin to loosen. He could hear Sophia's uneven breathing and hear her occasional moans and he knew that this was getting to her. 

Soon, Mark was able to slide two more fingers past her second sphincter and work them in and out. A loud moan from his wife alerted him to the fact that she was ready for the next step, and he used his free hand to pour more lube on his raging cock. 

Stroking himself with his free hand, Mark pushed the three fingers of his other hand in as deep as they could possibly go and his wife made a 'UUUUUMMMMMM' sound. He slid the fingers out and placed the head of his swollen prick up to her hole, which, for the moment was still wide open. His cock head was larger than the opening, but he didn't wait for it to close. With a slow but steady push forward, Mark slid his aching cock into his wife's furnace hot asshole.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHSSSHHHIIITTTTT!!" Sophia exclaimed as the thick rod slid into her most private opening. "OH HONEY IT'S TOO BIG!!!" She squealed, but Mark kept pushing slowly forward until his big hairy balls flattened up against her wet quim. "OOOOOHHHHHHSSTTOOOPP!!" She yelped, her hands balled up into fists clutching the blankets and her toes curled up tight, causing the undersides of her feet to wrinkle up.

Buried to the hilt in his wife's soft anal passage, Mark held himself perfectly still except for his hands which were rubbing her back. "Just relax honey, it's all the way in." He tensed himself, causing his cock to bounce inside her and she moaned again. 

"Oh God, it's so big Mark, I don't know if I can do it! " Sophia wailed.

"Your doing fine babe, just breath. It feels so nice, it won't take me long to cum."

At that, Sophia groaned and said "Can you pull out and take off the condom before you cum. I want it in my mouth so bad, I need it." She was whimpering like a little girl getting a spanking, and her face was a mask of pleasure and pain.

"I know hon, get ready." With that, Mark slid himself all the way back until just the head of his penis was still in the tight ring of her ass, and after a moments hesitation, he slammed himself forward, slapping his balls against her soft pussy.

"HHHHNNNNGGGGG" Sophia grunted out loud from the first hard thrust, then she began a "Huh huh huh huh huh huh" as he commenced to pounding away into her ass. When he first entered her, she was sure that she wouldn't enjoy it. It felt like there was a bowling pin shoved in there and it was very uncomfortable. But something happened as he began to pump in and out, it started to feel good, real good. It was a shock to her but she went with it.

There was no question in Mark's mind of whether it felt good or not, this was the tightest fuck he ever had, and he was loving every thrust. He reached a hand under his nut sack and slipped two fingers into her slick slit. He was so thrilled with the fact that he was fucking his prudish wife in the ass and was about to shoot a load down her throat that he knew he wouldn't last long.

"Oh shhhhit hon, rub my clitty please. I want to cum so bad." Sophia moaned, and Mark didn't disappoint. Her clitoris was swollen and he found it easily, catching it between his first two fingers and squeezing it. They were both on the verge of cumming, and when he pinched her love button, she squealed in delight.

"OOOOHHHHHHHH I'M CUMMMMMMINNNGGG!!!" Sophia wailed as her orgasm took over. 

Mark felt her anus tighten up over and over again around the base of his cock. It was so tight that it felt like it was going to squeeze his cock off, but it was so good. He had to stop thrusting and hold on while Sophia bounced through her orgasm and he very nearly started shooting his seed deep into her bowels, but somehow managed to hold it back until she calmed down a bit.

When Sophia's orgasm was abating, her ass muscles clamped down one more time and Mark felt the unmistakable, uncontrollable feeling begin. "I'm cumming!" he announced, quickly pulling his cock from his wife's rectum. He didn't have time to wipe it clean, but he didn't see anything on it except clear lube, so he clamped his hand around it and his thumb over the hole, while his wife hurriedly spun herself around.

Having just experienced her very first anal orgasm, Sophia would have liked to bask in the endorphins and enjoy the moment for what it was, but when she heard Mark say that he was cumming, she became a woman possessed and in a flash had spun around. She knew time was of the essence so she pulled Mark's hand away and caught the head of his cock in her lips just as the first blast of hot semen spurted from the tip. 

Mark looked down at his hot wife as she put the head of his cock in her mouth. The fact that it had just been deep in her anus seemingly not a problem for her. He felt the first shots of his cum squirt out and heard his wife moan. Her eyes opened and looked up into his eyes, then they rolled up into her head as she started to orgasm again. This wasn't any ordinary orgasm from her either, it was so strong that she began squirting a powerful blast of girl cum from her untouched pussy. Mark grabbed her head and shoved his cock to the back of her throat, holding himself there while he continued shooting sperm.

Sophia had no idea why she wanted (needed) to swallow her husbands sperm. She had ate the pie, it was so good, and when she finished it, she had a vision of her husbands penis in her mouth. Only it wasn't just a vision because her pussy had started to throb with the vision. She tried to put the thought out of her head, after all, she had never had the urge to do that, but her mind kept returning to the vision and her pussy wouldn't stop throbbing. Each time she pictured herself sucking him, she became more turned on until she had to see what it was like.

When she started to suck him, Sophia became even more turned on if that was possible, and her vision became him shooting his load down her throat. She had smelled his sperm before and had hated the smell. The thought of swallowing it would have turned her stomach before, but now it seemed like the right thing to do, and she was going to do it. 

Then, Mark had surprised her by telling her he wanted to put it in her butt first. That should have been the end of the discussion because she had no desire to do anal sex, and she told him no. She even tried to put it out of her mind and go about her housework, but the visions kept returning. Then she remembered that there were some condoms in the drawer and decided that maybe she could handle anal if it meant she could get what she wanted (needed), so she agreed to try it.

The shocking thing was how good her husbands cock felt inside her asshole. So good that she had an orgasm that was unlike any orgasm she ever had before and for just a moment she wasn't thinking about swallowing his sperm. But when her orgasm died down, and Mark said he was cumming, the craving was back worse than ever and she quickly spun around and sucked the head into her mouth.

What she wasn't expecting was her bodies reaction to the first shot of his cum. Having just experienced a powerful orgasm, she never should have been able to cum again so soon, but the moment the sperm hit her tongue, her pussy exploded in a forceful orgasm. The pleasure was so intense that she lost control of her body and nothing mattered anymore. She was dimly aware of liquid spraying her calves and feet, and she never even realized that Mark had shoved his swollen cock deep into her mouth, blocking her airway as shot after shot of his sperm was blasted right down her throat.

Even though his orgasm was going on, Mark was still watching his wife. She was trembling like a leaf in a windstorm, and her pussy was gushing, something he had never seen her do before. He had seen woman squirt before in porn videos, but he often wondered if it was real, now he knew it was real. 

When Mark's orgasm finished his cock became over sensitive and he pulled out of Sophia's mouth, but she continued to shake and her pussy sprayed three more times before she collapsed on the bed. It scared him at first because he thought that she had a seizure or something, and he got down to see if she was still breathing. She was of course, but she was unconscious, and her face was frozen in a mask of pure bliss. 

Mark looked down at his shrinking cock and saw a drop of white cum on the head. He placed the tip of his penis in Sophia's open mouth and wiped the drop on her tongue. She moaned and he saw her thighs clench again as if she was having another mini cum. He moved around the bed and looked at her pussy. She was lying on her side with her legs pulled up and her knees folded so he could clearly see that her pussy lips were swollen, and the smell of sex was so powerful it was nearly overwhelming.

The bed was soaked from where she had sprayed so much fluid and he knew that the longer the blankets were on it, the more it would soak into the mattress. He pulled up the blankets on one side, then rolled his wife over until he could pull the blankets off. She was starting to wake up as he yanked the sheets out from under her, but she was unaware of what was going on still. 

Mark checked the wet spot on the mattress and found that it wasn't that bad, he had stripped the bed quick enough after all, then he went back to Sophia's side. She was coming to finally and although her eyes were still having trouble focusing, she was trying to get up.

"Wh...what happened?" she asked. "W was I sleeping?"

"You passed out dear, when you came." Mark answered.

"Ohhhh yeah I came sooo so good...what happened to me Mark? I...I'm not like that. That's not me. Am I sick?"

"No honey, your not sick. You just decided to try something new and you liked it."

"Oh my god, I was sooo slutty. I'm not a slut, I'm not like that. Why did I..." She was babbling and Mark leaned down close to her and whispered in her ear "Just take a nap hon. Just close your eyes and sleep." And she did just that. 

Mark found a blanket in the closet and threw it over the bed and his sleeping wife, then went to the bathroom to piss and to wash his penis. Afterward, he walked back into the bedroom and decided that he too could use some sleep. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 5:30. He thought a couple hours of sleep wouldn't hurt, then he would get some dinner and relax for the evening. Laying down under the blanket, Mark drifted off to sleep and didn't wake back up until midnight.

---

Mark's stomach was growling when he woke up at 12:03 AM. He looked over to his wife and saw that she was still sound asleep. He watched her chest rising and falling in the moonlight through the open blinds. She seemed so peaceful so he carefully crawled out of bed and made his way downstairs to the kitchen where he nuked some leftovers in the microwave and sat down in front of the TV to eat.

The TV was on some action movie with guns and gangsters and damsels in distress, but Mark's mind was on what happened earlier. It all seemed like a dream now, a very vivid, intense, insane dream, but surely it was too outlandish to be real. But he knew that it was real, unless of course he was in a coma in a hospital somewhere and all of this was some hallucination. If it was a dream though, he didn't want it to end. 

Before he knew it, it was 3:00 AM and Mark could feel himself drifting, so he got up, went to the kitchen to take care of his plate, and checked the fridge to make sure the pie was still there, it was. Then he made his way back upstairs and went to bed, falling asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He didn't wake up again until 10:00AM and was surprised that Sophia hadn't woke him earlier considering that she wasn't in bed anymore. He got up and threw his robe on, and after a piss and splashing some water on his face, he headed downstairs. 

He heard voices coming from the kitchen and recognized his daughters and Sophia's voices, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard a third female voice saying "Mrs. Stanley you were right, this is the best apple pie I've ever ate."




The Gypsy's Spell



Mark hurried down the last three steps and around the corner to the kitchen where his wife, daughter, and her lesbian girlfriend were all seated around the island with empty plates in front of them. The color drained from his face when he saw the empty pie box crushed flat in the trash.

"Daddy!!!" Sarah yelled when she saw him standing in the doorway. She jumped off the high bar stool and rushed around the island to him where she threw her arms around him in a big bear hug. "I missed you so much." She said, kissing him on his unshaven cheek. Before she pulled away from him, he thought he felt her push her pelvis against his penis. It was almost imperceptible, and he wouldn't have thought twice about it normally.

Sarah pulled away from him and looked at him with a concerned look "Do you feel alright Dad? You look awful pale. Are you feverish?" She put her hand up on his forehead, but Mark was still in shock. He wasn't feverish, he was freaking out.

It took Mark a few seconds to clear his brain enough to answer "Uh I'm fine honey, I'm just surprised to see you. You and Marissa. I didn't know you were coming to visit." He felt a sickness in the pit of his stomach, but it wasn't caused by a virus.

"I thought it would be a nice surprise honey." Sophia said. "She called yesterday and asked if they could come for the long weekend. I said it would be a great surprise. Aren't you glad?"

"Uh yeah, yeah of course I happy to see you. Marissa, it's good to see you to. How is your family?"

"They are good Mr. S. thanks for asking."

"Call me Mark hon." Mark was making small talk but his mind was plotting his day. He needed to get back to the shop as soon as possible, before his daughter and her girlfriend started having visions like Sophia did last night. It might already be too late, after all, it worked pretty quickly on his wife last night. "Look, I do want to spend some time with you, both of you, but I need to take care of some business first. I should be back by early this afternoon and we can do something."

"Sure thing dad, it will give us a chance to get settled in and showered. Oh, and if you can grab another one of those apple pies when you are out, you should. That one was so good that we polished it off for breakfast."

"I'll see what I can do hon. I'm going to go get dressed and head out." Mark headed back upstairs taking them two at a time and rushed around getting dressed. As he was buttoning up his shirt, he felt someone behind him and turned around to see that Marissa was standing in the doorway. She had a distraught look on her face.

"Marissa, are you alright?" Mark asked, afraid of what her answer would be.

"I...I'm looking for the bathroom." She answered.

"Down the hallway, first door on the left." Mark directed, turning back toward the mirror to finish buttoning. He could see from her reflection in the mirror that she was still standing in the doorway. "Is there anything else you need Marissa?" He asked, his voice cracking.

For a few moments there was no answer, then she said "Ahh I...no that's all." and she quickly rushed down the hall to the bathroom. 

Mark knew that he needed to leave quickly before things got out of hand, so he didn't bother with a tie, instead he just threw on his suit jacket and ran his hand through his hair. This wasn't going to be a normal business run anyway, so he wasn't worried about that. 

As Mark hurried out into the hallway, he literally ran right into his daughter Sarah. "Oh I'm sorry honey, are you alright?" He asked, holding her arm. He noticed that she looked at him funny, just like Marissa had moments ago.

Marissa looked down at his hand holding her arm, then her eyes went to the front of his pants, and she squeezed her legs together as a spasm shot through her pussy. It wasn't quite the same spasm as an orgasm, but it was hard to ignore. Her mouth was suddenly watering and her knees felt weak. Her mind was picturing her on her knees with her fathers cock in her mouth and she didn't know why.

Just then, the bathroom door opened and Marissa stepped out into the hallway. Sarah pulled her attention away from her fathers pants and moved around him without saying a word. She grabbed Marissa's arm and led her into the spare bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Mark exhaled loudly and rushed down the stairs. He didn't stop at the kitchen to tell his wife he was leaving, he just headed for the front door. 

Fifteen minutes later, he parked in the same parking spot as he did the day before, although this time his car was crooked in the space, and hurried inside. This time he didn't take time to check out the store upon entering, he headed directly to the counter and rang the bell six times. He waited about three seconds then rang the bell several more times, until the curtain was pushed aside and the beautiful gypsy woman stepped up behind the counter.

"Hello again sir. How can I help you today?" She asked.

"I've got big problems lady. I need the antidote for that pie you gave me, and I need it right now."

"Antidote. I'm afraid that I don't understand sir."

Mark could feel his blood pressure spiking as his anger rose. "Look, I need something, a spell or a friggin' potion or whatever the hell you call it, to reverse the effects of the apple pie that you gave me yesterday." 

"Has your wife eaten all the pie already sir?"

"Yes no no she ate some yes, but then my daughter and her girlfriend came home and ate some and..."

"Oh my, did they eat the entire pie sir?"

"Yes yes it's all gone. What does it matter? Just make me something to fix this mess. Please"

"I'm sorry sir. It is impossible."

"What do mean it is impossible? I told you that my fucking daughter ate the pie, and her girlfriend. You have to help me." Mark felt like he was going to pass out.

"Sir, look into my eyes sir." She put her hand on his cheek and his eyes met hers, her beautiful eyes, her deep, sensuous, sexy eyes, and he was lost in those eyes. His heart slowed down and his stress seeped away. The tenseness in his muscles vanished and he suddenly felt relaxed and at ease again.

When they finally broke eye contact, the sexy gypsy said "I can see that this is very stressful for you sir, but you must realize that what is done is done. Your daughter, her friend, and your wife have all eaten the pie, therefore, they all will need to drink your seed once a day from now on or..." 

"Or what? What will happen if they don't?" Mark said. He had calmed down a lot, but was still upset.

"They will suffer greatly sir. You cannot allow them to suffer."

"Alright, so what if I masturbate into a glass and mix it with their food, like you did with the pie?"

"I'm afraid that won't work sir, they all need your semen directly from you, and they all need the full amount, or they will not be satisfied."

Mark leaned in close and grabbed her hand. Speaking in a hushed tone he said "I cannot allow my daughter to...to suck my...Jesus I can't even say it. She's my daughter for Christ sakes."

"Your daughter is how old sir?"

"Nineteen"

"Then she is not underage sir, and she needs you now more than ever."

"But it's incest and it's fucking wrong. Look, there must be something, some way you can help. I can't go home and" lowered his voice to a whisper again as if someone else was in the place "I can't go home and have sex with my daughter."

"Do you love your daughter sir?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course I love my daughter, but I don't want to have sex with her. My God what will my wife think? She'll leave me for sure, probably call the police to."

"Your wife ate the pie also sir, she will only care about getting her daily fix. In fact all three women who ate the pie will only be sexually satisfied by your semen. Only by swallowing your semen."

Mark thought about how intense his wife came when he shot into her mouth and a vision of his daughter doing the same crossed his mind causing him to shudder. "My daughter is a...a lesbian, and her friend is her lover."

The gypsy woman brushed her long hair away from her face and said "I suppose that I can give you something that will allow them to still pleasure each other and you will need a boost most likely. Having one woman addicted to your sperm is okay, having three will drain you much too quickly. You should come out back with me to get a potion to help you stay strong."

This was all way too much for Mark to take in. He could see his whole life falling apart, his wife, his daughter, both hating him but needing him and there was nothing he could do about it. He felt like he was going to be sick. He backed up a couple steps and bumped into the shelves behind him, then, as the gypsy began to speak again, he turned and ran out into the sunshine, bending at the waist and sucking in great breaths of fresh air, his stomach threatening to regurgitate all the leftovers he ate at midnight.

He contemplated not even going home, just getting in his car and driving away, never to return, but the words of the gypsy kept rattling around in his head. They would all suffer if he didn't give them what they needed, and he couldn't live with himself knowing that his little girl was suffering and he had the cure within him. In the end he drove back home to face the music.

---

Walking into his house, Mark didn't know what to expect, but what he found was way more than he bargained for. There was nobody in the kitchen or living room. Mark's office was empty too, but he could hear noises upstairs so he took a deep breath and headed up.

He stopped at his room first and found his wife masturbating on their bed. Her eyes were closed and her hand was busily rubbing away at her cunt. She was moaning and crying. He stepped back out into the hallway and made his way to the spare room that his daughter and her girlfriend were using.

The door was closed, but not tight and as he peered through the crack, he saw what he now expected, the two girls were naked on the bed locked in a heated sixty nine. Seeing his daughter naked, for the first time in probably 16 years, he realized how beautiful her body was. He always knew that she was a gorgeous woman, tall, dark hair, flawless skin, athletic body with small b cup breasts. Sarah's mother was a tall beautiful Asian woman and Sarah took after her.

Mark also was well aware of how pretty Marissa was. Her body type was completely different from Sarah's body. Marissa was short, at just under five feet tall, and her body was more filled out. She was all curves, with large DD breasts and wide hips, she was the classic hourglass shape. The first time he saw her, Mark thought she resembled Anna Nichole Smith all voluptuous with a pretty face. 

Seeing the two of them like they were caused Mark's penis to swell up in his pants and he backed away feeling guilty that he would get turned on by his daughter. He made his way back to the master bedroom where his wife was still trying to get herself off. This time he shut the door behind him and made his way to the bed.

Sophia looked up as he neared the bed and she mewed, or at least that was what it sounded like to Mark. She leaped up and started to undo his fly saying "Oh I missed this so much."

Mark took her hands in his and pulled her away, seeing a look of despair in her face when he did. "Honey, we need to talk." He said, meaning to tell her the whole story.

"Talk later, I need this now." She whined twisting her wrists in an attempt to pull her arms free.

"Sophia, I did a bad thing and I need to talk with you now. This isn't you, it's the pie."

She stopped suddenly and looked at him, her face confused, but also knowing. "What do you mean, it's the pie?" She asked. It was obvious that she must have suspected something since she ate the pie last night and this morning and was acting like a nymphomaniac in heat all of a sudden.

"I went into that shop on Newburg Street yesterday, the only one in the way of the new development. I meant to talk to the owner about relocating her business since the lawyers had no luck. There was a woman there, a gypsy woman" 

"Did you fuck her?" Sophia interrupted. Her tone wasn't accusatory, in fact the look in her eyes hadn't changed from when he came in the room. He remembered what the gypsy woman had said about her only caring about her daily fix and he decided to tell her the whole truth.

"I think she drugged me, or maybe she hypnotised me or something, but all I know is that I forget all about what I was there for." He was still holding his wife's wrists and she was still twisting and trying to reach his fly. "She told me that she was going to give me a potion, and that the potion would be for you, to help you get over your issue with oral sex. Honey, she put the potion in the pie that I brought home, the pie that you ate last night and Sarah and Marissa ate this morning."

Sophia's hands stopped twisting and she looked up at Mark again. "Are you going to let me suck your cock or what?"

It wasn't the response that Mark expected. "Honey, did you hear what I said to you? This...this is not you, this is the pie, or whatever potion or spell she put on the pie. You are addicted to my sperm, and now Sarah and Marissa are addicted too. They are going to need to swallow my, my sperm or else they will suffer...I don't know...withdrawals I guess."

This is where Sophia should explode in anger, shouting and yelling and throwing things around the room, but instead she said "I want it first. Do you want to fuck my ass again first. You can if you want."

Mark was so shocked at her reaction, or lack of reaction, that he dropped her wrists, and she immediately began to unbutton and unzip his fly, yanking his cock out through the opening and sucking him into her mouth. Frustrated, Mark used the last piece of information that he had that should get through to her "I fucked her. The gypsy woman, she sucked my cock, then she fucked me and when I came inside her cunt, she straddled the apple pie and squeezed all of the cum out of her pussy and onto the pie. The pie you ate was full of my cum from her pussy."

"MMmmmmmph mmhh mmhh mmmmm" Mark could see her thighs clenching as she sucked and slobbered all over his cock. She had gotten better at it overnight somehow and she was devouring it with gusto now. He was rock hard now, and he was noticing that his cock felt worn. It wasn't painful exactly, but it was obvious that it had been used hard yesterday, and it felt a bit tender. It didn't matter though, because the blowjob was terrific, and even though he was upset by all the recent events, he closed his eyes and let himself go.

It took him 7 minutes before he opened his eyes and said "OH Shit, I'm cumming!!!" and felt the hot blast of semen shooting through his cock.

Sophia squealed in delight around her husbands throbbing cock. Her thighs clamped together and a shock wave of spasms coursed through her body. Mark heard the sound of water splashing and saw a gush of spray from between her legs. She was cumming again.

--- 

Sophia collapsed after her orgasm, huffing and sucking air on the bed, her skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, her toes and fingers still clenched. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air as Mark stepped back from the bed and tucked his moist cock back in his pants. His mind still in a quandary, he turned toward the door and saw it open just a crack and Marissa staring at him. He heard a gasp from her and she pulled away from the door.

He quickly walked to the door and into the hallway to confront her. Closing the door behind him, he said "How long have you been watching us?"

"Just a few minutes. I'm so sorry, but..."

"But what? What do you want Marissa?" He had a feeling that he already knew the answer to that one.

"I... I don't know" He saw her eyes drop to the front of his pants and the look of hunger came over her. It reminded him of a movie vampire who sees a drop of blood.

"Where's Sarah?" 

"In there" She motioned to the spare bedroom. "Please don't tell her I was watching you. She'll think I'm a freak."

"Why was you watching us Marissa?" Another question that he already knew the answer to.

"I'm sorry Mr. Stanley, I don't know what's come over me. I..." She glanced back at the guest room door, behind which was her lover Sarah, then back to Mark "Can we go talk downstairs please." She whispered.

Mark knew where this was leading, but he could see the desperation in her eyes. "Okay, let's go." He said, thinking about how Sophia had acted when he told her the whole truth.

He followed her downstairs into the living room, noticing how much she looked like a junkie in need of a fix. He wondered if Sarah looked the same right now, and figured that she probably did, but being his daughter, she was probably denying her need. 

The big picture window in the living room looked out to the street where few cars rolled past, but the neighbors were out mowing lawns and taking walks and Marissa saw all this immediately. "Mr. Stanley, can we-"

"Marissa, call me Mark please" Mark interrupted "We are practically family now."

"Sorry. Mark, can we go to a room that has a little more privacy please?" She asked, a pained expression plastered on her face.

Mark could tell that she was struggling mightily with all this and realized that she wasn't as far gone as his wife was. Perhaps it was because Sophia had eaten the pie on two separate occasions, where Marissa had only just eaten it a few hours ago. He thought about asking her why she wanted to be more private, but decided that it was difficult enough for her already.

"Uh yeah sure, we can go to the basement, I guess." He replied and led the way.

The basement was what Mark considered his man cave, a project that he had been working on for the last few years. He had put up Sheetrock to cover the cement walls, a drop ceiling with can lights, wall to wall carpet, and furniture. Being that it was a work in progress, he had yet to purchase a large screen TV. He was debating whether or not he wanted to buy a 65 inch LCD, or just go with the projector that hung from the ceiling and projected the image onto a screen. 

Mark turned on the lights at the bottom of the stairs and said "Okay Marissa, what do you want to talk about?" He sat down on the leather sofa, a second hand piece that he had picked up from a neighbor who was moving out of the country.

Marissa sat down on the sofa next to him and placed her hands in her lap. He noticed that they were trembling. "Um, I, I don't really know how to say this Mr. uh Mark." She shook her head and turned away mumbling "Oh this is so embarrassing." 

"Marissa, I think I know what you want." Mark said, wanting to help her.

She took a deep breath and turning back to him, she placed her left hand on his upper thigh. Shaking worse than ever, she looked up at him, her hand squeezing his thigh, and whispered "I don't know what's wrong with me Mark. I love women. I love Sarah. I don't like penis, I never have. I was with a guy once, in tenth grade in high school, and I hated it, it felt so wrong, so awkward, and I pushed him away and ran. I'm attracted to women, not men, but..." She slid her hand just a bit toward his crotch, it almost seemed like an accident, but Mark knew better.

"Marissa, it's okay, I know what you want." He decided that she had suffered enough and he took her hand in his hand and placed it on the lump that was his cock. "It's okay to touch it."

For a long moment, her hand was still and stiff, just resting on the lump where he had placed it. Then, ever so slowly, she conformed her fingers around the lump until she was cradling him through his pants. She let out a long whistling breath, as if she had been holding it in for a while, and squeezed his penis through his pants.




The Gypsy's Spell



"That's what you want isn't it Marissa? You want to put it in your mouth, and you want to suck it until it cums in your mouth."

She swallowed noisily and said "What is wrong with me? This is so wrong."

Mark reached down and unbuttoned his pants, eliciting a gasp from Marissa. She pulled her hand away when he began to lower the zipper, her eyes following his every move. With his fly open, he took her hand again, looked into her eyes, and helped her slide her hand into his underwear. Her breath caught in her throat and she shuddered.

"Take it out Marissa, you know you want to see it." Mark said.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gently pulled it through the opening of his underwear. 

Having just shot a load mere minutes ago, Mark was still soft and his penis had leaked a tiny amount of clear fluid, making the head sticky and wet. 

Marissa was making strangled crying sounds from her throat as she fondled her girlfriends father, conflicting emotions running through her brain. She wanted to bend over and put it in her mouth, but she also wanted to get up and run back upstairs to Sarah. They had made love just minutes ago, each hungrily licking each others pussies, but neither one could make the other cum. Finally, after what seemed like forever, they pulled away from each other unfulfilled. Sarah had laid on the bed, refusing to talk about it, and said she was going to take a nap, so Marissa had walked into the hall and peeked into Mark and Sophia's room.

The only other cock that she had touched was that of Darren Miller in tenth grade. She had invited him over to her house at the urging of her best friend, who knew that Darren liked her. With a few hours before her parents came home, he had made his move. He was nervous, but not as nervous as she was.

At that point in time, she was scared to think about what her life would be like as a lesbian, so she desperately wanted to like penis. Darren's cock had been almost laughably hard, the head nearly purple, and when he urged her to suck it, she did just that. 

He lasted about fifteen seconds in her mouth before he grabbed her head in both hands and shoved his erupting cock into the back of her throat. She remembered the feeling of it gagging her, choking her, bile rising up in the back of her throat, threatening to come spraying out around his member. She remembered the taste of his semen, hot, salty and bitter, and so sticky and thick it clogged her throat. 

She remembered struggling to pull away, slapping and clawing at his thighs. When she was sure that she was about to pass out, he pushed her away, his still hard cock waving in the air, more cum leaking out and running down the shaft. She saw it all clearly, it was etched in her brain, as she coughed and retched and tried to spit the offending mess into her hand. 

It was the last time she ever wanted to see a penis again in her life, and she decided at that point that she didn't care what her parents thought anymore, she was a lesbian through and through.

Now, as she sat here next to her girlfriends father, her hand on his soft moist penis, she just wanted it in her mouth, shooting it's semen down her throat. Why she wanted it was a mystery to her, but it was all she could think about ever since she finished eating the pie. When she had peeked into his bedroom, she saw his wife doing what she wanted to do and her pussy was throbbing just seeing it.

"Marissa, do you want to suck it?" Mark asked. 

Never taking her eyes off it, Marissa nodded her head. 

"Go ahead then, put it in your mouth."

After a brief hesitation, Marissa slowly leaned forward. Her mouth was watering like she was about to eat a t-bone steak. As she got closer, her lips were trembling as she opened her mouth and engulfed his flaccid penis. As soon as she felt it against her tongue, her pussy clenched with excitement and she squeezed her lips around it and started to suck.

It didn't take long after Marissa started to suck for Mark's cock to swell up to it's full length. She had thick, soft lips and what she lacked in technique, she made up for in enthusiasm. Her tongue was fluttering all over the helmet shaped head, while her lips worked up and down and her hand gripped the shaft. 

Even though Mark had just recently had an orgasm with his wife upstairs, it felt so different and good, that he was certain he would be able to cum again. After several minutes of Marissa working his erection though, he was really feeling the effects of too much stimulation, and he wasn't so sure that he would be able to cum.

Tiring quickly, Marissa pulled her mouth off Mark's tool and looked up at him. "Are you almost there Mark? Would you like me to take out my breasts?" She asked in a breathless voice.

Of course he wanted to see her breasts, he loved big soft breasts and the only reason that he hadn't asked her earlier, was the fact that he felt guilty about it being his daughters girlfriend. Now though, he was too horny to worry about Sarah. "Oh fuck yeah." he replied, just as breathless as Marissa. 

Moving quickly, her embarrassment seemingly gone, Marissa pulled her tight top of over her head. Underneath, she was wearing a purple lace bra that seemed to be straining under the weight of her massive breasts. She reached behind her back and effortlessly unlatched the strap, (a feat of blind dexterity that always impressed Mark) then pulled her arms tightly to her sides, which held the now loose garment up. She glanced at Mark again with a shy grin and flutter of her eyes, before her eyes locked onto his erection again and she let the bra drop down her arms to the floor.

Marissa reached for Mark's saliva coated cock and began to stroke it when he decided to take control. "Marissa, kneel down on the floor in front of me." He waited while she followed his instruction, then said "Now put it between your tits."

Marissa looked up at him with furrowed brow, but she still moved forward and wrapped her breasts around his cock. They were so big that it nearly disappeared between them, only the head sticking out below her neck. 

"Now squeeze 'em together and go up and down. You can suck the head while you do that too." Mark instructed. 

She pushed the outside of her breasts together, creating a snug crevice between her two fleshy pillows, and tilted her head so she could catch his spongy head between her lips. She started to slide up and down and settled on just keeping her mouth open and her tongue out so when she slid down she could slide her tongue over the underside of his penis. As she found her rhythm, her saliva dripped down his shaft, making the passage slick and increasing his sensation.

"Oh shit that's fucking hot!" Mark groaned as he watched the large busted woman.

"Dad? Marissa? What the fuck is going on?!?"

Mark looked up at his daughter Sarah who was standing beside the couch. "Sarah, I..." 

"Oh my God daddy, what are you doing?!?" Sarah yelled, her face a mask of confusion and anger. "Marissa, you..." 

At that, Marissa finally pulled away from Mark's slicked up penis, and turned toward Sarah. "I can't help it Sarah, I need his cum." Her hand gripped his still hard cock.

Sarah looked like she was going to throw up, until her eyes lit upon Mark's cock. A dreamy look suddenly came over her, her eyes glazed over and she licked her lips. 

"Sarah, are you alright?" Mark asked.

"Wh...oh shi..." Sarah blinked and looked away. "I...I can't believe you two. How could you do this?"

Marissa got to her feet and went to Sarah, putting her arm around her waist and saying "Sarah please, I don't know what happened."

"It's the pie isn't it dad? Mom said that the pie is cursed or something. Some Gypsy woman did something to the pie right? Mom said she was going to see her." Sarah said, looking back at Mark but avoiding looking at his penis.

"Yes honey, it was the pie. It was for your mother. I didn't know you were coming home."

"So you brought home a pie that a crazy gypsy woman put a hex on for mom to eat. A pie that would make her want to...to perform fellatio on you."

"I know it sound crazy, but I think the woman might have hypnotised me or something. She's a witch I think." Mark said, realizing just how ridiculous this all sounded.

"Well, I can forgive you Marissa because you were basically drugged. Mom went to find the woman and take care of this mess, so we just need to wait until she gets back."

"Sarah, I went to see her this morning when I saw that you had both eaten the pie. She told me there is nothing she can do. It's too late."

"I don't believe you. Mom will take care of it, she has to." Sarah said. She was trying to stay strong, but Mark could see that she was struggling. "C'mon Marissa, let's wait upstairs." She turned and started to move toward the stairs, but Marissa stayed still.

"I can't." Marissa said, her voice wavering. "I need to finish Sarah. I need it." She got back down on her knees in front of Mark and grasped his shrinking cock.

Sarah looked back "Marissa...please come with me." Once again she looked at her father's penis and her knees nearly buckled. She was weak, her mouth watering and her pussy throbbing.

"Sarah, you know you want it too." Marissa said waving Mark's suddenly ridged cock in the air enticingly. "Come try it. You'll love it."

"Nooooo" Sarah whined, but she was inching forward, her legs seemingly moving on their own accord.

Mark could see the struggle she was going through and it was brutal to watch. "Honey, it's alright. Take what you need, you'll feel better."

Marissa reached up and took Sarah by the hand, tugging her down until she was kneeling next to her between Mark's legs. "Go ahead babe, try it. It's sooo good." She said sliding her hand up and down the underside of Mark's penis.

Sarah tried to avert her eyes but they kept being drawn back. She couldn't bring herself to touch it though, until Marissa finally took her hand and placed it where the shaft turns into scrotum. The touch sent a tremor through Sarah's body. Once her hand was on her father's penis, she couldn't take it off. Within moments she was sliding her hand up and down the hard shaft alongside Marissa's hand.

"Put it in your mouth Sarah." Marissa whispered. "Go ahead and try it. I know you want to."

Sarah looked at her girlfriend Marissa and pursed her lips. She was shaking her head no and the look in her eyes was one of utter terror, but she couldn't pull her hand away and with Marissa nodding her head she felt her will was breaking.

Mark was fascinated by the inner turmoil that his beautiful daughter was going through. He felt bad to see her like this, but it was also something to see. He watched Marissa slowly convince her to try putting it in her mouth.

"I can't, he's my father, it's so wrong." Sarah whined, but she made the mistake of looking at the shaft that she was still holding, and her eyes glazed over. She was mesmerized by the sight of it and she licked her lips again. That was when Marissa put her hand on the back of Sarah's head and gently pushed her forward. 

Sarah had given up and didn't resist when her girlfriend pushed her head forward. As her lips came into contact with the shaft, a mini orgasm shook her to her core, and she gave in to the feelings and sucked the head into her mouth.

---

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Sophia walked into the 'Witches Brew Potions' shop, intent on solving this dilemma that she found herself in. After her incredible orgasm with her husband, she laid on the bed recuperating and thinking about what he had told her. His story had been so ludicrous, that she was sure it wasn't true. 

Sophia got up, put on a robe, and went to Sarah's room to get some information. She knocked on the door and opened it, walking in to find her daughter lying naked on the bed, and looking upset. Sarah covered herself and invited her mom in. 

It took some prodding, but eventually Sarah broke down and told Sophia that she was having some really messed up 'daydreams' as she called them. She wouldn't tell her mother what the daydreams were about until Sophia told her about what Mark had told her earlier, then she started to cry hysterically and said that she was having those same visions of sucking her father's penis.

Armed with this new knowledge, Sophia now knew that what Mark had told her was the truth, and she vowed to take care of it. She told Sarah to go find Marissa and keep her away from Mark. "I'll go find this gypsy bitch and give her a piece of my mind." She told her.

Now, as she marched into the small shop, her anger seething, she was ready to tear into this gypsy woman and insist that she do something about this mess. She didn't bother to look around when the bell over the door jangled, she marched right up to the counter and announced herself. "Hello!!! I need someone out here right now!!!"

The curtain was pushed aside and Sophia looked into the eyes of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Now Sophia was not at all attracted to women, but when she looked into this woman's deep blue eyes, like pools of crystal clear water, she found herself at a loss for words.

"Hello ma'am, how can I help you?" The stunning beauty asked.

"Uhh, I um, I need to uh talk to you about..." She was lost all of a sudden, as if she couldn't remember at all the reason she had come into this cozy little shop at all.

"It's quite alright ma'am, just look into my eyes and I will know what you need." Her voice was silky smooth and sexy.

"Oookaaay." Sophia said in a drawn out drawl. This all seemed so dreamlike to her.

For the next ten minutes, Sophia stared into the endless eyes of the fiery redhead, her trance going deeper and deeper, until finally the gypsy pulled away. Sophia blinked rapidly several times and listened to what the lady behind the counter told her.

"I see that you have a dilemma that you need solved, is that correct ma'am?"

"Y - yes"

"I think that I have the only possible solution to your problem ma'am, but you'll need to follow me into the back room so I can mix a potion." She watched as Sophia made her way around the end of the counter and then held open the curtain for her. 

Sophia walked into the back room, noticing that it seemed much too large for the small building. She was led to a small cot and told to strip all her clothes off. She was still in a trance, but her mind was not totally gone, so she asked why she needed to be naked.

"I know that it sounds odd ma'am, but in order to make my potion, I need some of your...womanly juices."

Surely she couldn't be serious, thought Sophia, there's no way in hell that I'm getting undressed in front of this strange woman. That's what her brain was telling her, but when she looked down, she realized that her pants were down around her ankles and she was pulling them off. Her body was moving on its own accord and while she tried to clear her muddled mind, she completely stripped off all her clothes. 

It was alarming in a way how she wasn't in control of her own faculties, but at the same time she had a feeling of safety, that this strange but beautiful woman would take care of her and that all her needs would be met. She was strangely at ease, a total turn around from the way she walked in to the store.

Sophia was led to an old cot up against the back wall, where she was instructed to lay down. She watched as the sexy gypsy woman took her ankles in her hands and spread her legs wide, then crawled up between her legs and began licking her pussy. 

This was something that Mark had tried to do with her a few times, but she could never allow herself to enjoy the feeling because she was always so tense when he tried. It all stemmed back to when she was a child in school. Her family was poor so she was forced to wear second hand clothes that didn't always fit her too well. She was picked on and bullied a whole lot because of it, and she grew up with an internal dialog that still, to this day, told her that she was not good enough. She still loved Mark, but his indiscretions caused her to think that she wasn't good enough for him also.

The fact that it was a woman who was now licking her pussy was another thing that should have disturbed Sophia. Her thoughts about lesbianism had changed somewhat since finding out about her own daughter, whom she loved unconditionally, but she still felt it was inherently wrong.

For some reason though, all this was turning Sophia on. The feeling of the gypsy woman's soft silky tongue fluttering around her clitoris was just heavenly, and when she felt the sexy young woman sliding something inside her pussy, her excitement increased. 

Hands slid under Sophia's thighs and up her torso, causing her waist to be lifted up, her legs hanging over her, and her ass tilted forward. The hands continued, one on each side, massaging their way up her rib cage and ending up on her breasts, which swelled when she sucked in a great lungful of air. Fingers and thumbs went to work on each nipple, gently pinching and tugging, making her brown, sensitive nubs of flesh stand tall.

Opening her eyes, Sophia looked down at the gypsies eyes peering up at her from above her pubis. Those incredible, intense eyes, the windows into her soul, were somehow changing the inner dialog in Sophia's head, replacing the taunts and hurtful jokes with understanding and love and desire. 

Sophia could feel something sliding deep into her vagina, much deeper than any humans tongue was capable of reaching, but she somehow knew that it was the gypsies tongue that was worming around inside her, like a long wet snake that was trained to know all the right spots to cause just the right amount pleasure. She knew it was her tongue because the woman's hands were on her breasts while her mouth was plastered over her vulva, sucking her entire pussy with gusto. 

The fact that she could feel this impossibly long tongue gliding around inside her, reaching places that her husbands penis had never reached, should have alarmed Sophia enough to send her running away, but instead, it seemed like the most rational thing that she could be doing at this time.

Then she felt the slippery eel shaped organ touch a place inside her that she never knew existed. She had heard talk about the G spot in women and always thought it was nothing more than propaganda to sell magazines, but now she was having second thoughts about that as she felt this indescribable pleasure building up inside her. 

Sophia was going to cum, and the feeling that she had last night and earlier today with Mark, the feeling that she was going to urinate, was back. The first two times she felt the feeling when she came, she was unable to control it and she wound up drenching her bed. It hadn't seemed to bother Mark and after her powerful orgasms, she was too worn out to worry about it either. Now however, she had a woman whose mouth was attached to her pussy and didn't seem to be ready to move anytime soon. 

"Oh my God I'm gonna cum, you should move!" Sophia managed to breathlessly tell the woman, who's eyes narrowed to slits as if she was grinning widely. The snaking appendage inside her continued it's assault on her G spot and she gripped the sides of the cot with her hands as the orgasm took hold of her.

---

Sarah couldn't believe that she was on her knees sucking on the head of her father's penis. This was not supposed to happen. Her mother had warned her about her father, something that she would have never believed if she hadn't been having these crazy visions of him naked, his swollen cock dripping juices that made her pussy throb and her mouth water. 

She had been so upset with herself for having these visions and had tried to put them out of her head by fooling around with Marissa, but it hadn't worked at all. No matter how hard they both tried, neither one of them could get the other to cum, and when Marissa started acting weird, Sarah got scared that something was wrong.




The Gypsy's Spell



So she had talked to her mother about it and Sophia had told her all about the pie from the gypsy woman. It made her skin crawl to think that her father could do something like that. Her mother said to stay as far away from her father as possible, but when she went looking for Marissa, her worst fears were realized. She meant to get her girlfriend out of there, but instead, she found herself doing the one thing that she was sure she wouldn't do.

The penis in her mouth, her fathers penis, was giving her strange but delectable feelings in her pussy, and while it was in her mouth, she was happier than she had ever been in her entire life. It was like this was what she was meant to do, and she was going to continue sucking this cock until it spewed its life, its essence into her mouth, and she would swallow all that he offered and be content.

As for Mark, he could see that Sarah had no more qualms about what she was doing, and that made him feel somewhat better, but he wondered how she was going to feel after they finished. Right now though, he was just enjoying the wonderful feelings and the sight of two sexy women both trying to devour his cock, even though one of the women happened to be his very own daughter.

Things were getting serious now as Sarah and Marissa were both sucking on Mark's cock together. Sarah would suck the head while Marissa was tonguing and sucking the sack, then they would switch. While they were both working on Mark's cock, they were also rubbing each others sopping wet pussies. They were both moaning and whining and it was so fucking hot that Mark was quickly worked up to the edge of orgasm.

"Oh shit girls, I'm almost there. I'm gonna cum." Mark groaned.

Sarah, upon hearing that her father was going to cum, grabbed his shaft and held it straight up. Marissa moved up and both girls put their lips on the head together, as if they were kissing each other with a penis between them. Sarah even felt the first shot of semen traveling up his shaft, before squirting up between the two sets of lips. Both girls got a good taste and they both immediately began to cum also, their pussies both squirting a fair amount of juices and filling the room with the unmistakable smell of sex.

The two girls both did their best to share the entire load and when Mark's cock finally stopped spewing its load, they each licked the remains off each others lips and cheeks, and finished by passionately kissing each other while they knelt in their own juices. 

---

Shuddering and moaning, her muscles clenching through erotic spasms, Sophia rode through her third extreme orgasm in two days, the very first one ever brought on by another woman. Although the two orgasms that she enjoyed with her husband had been incredible, they occurred with little or no stimulation. This one was all due to stimulation, and the stimulation was like none she had ever experienced.

Not wanting to spray her juices while the gypsy woman was still down there sucking and tickling her insides with an impossibly long tongue, Sophia tried to hold back, but with her G spot being massaged so expertly, she couldn't have held it in if she wanted and she felt and heard her powerful spray forcing its way past the snakelike appendage inside her. She wanted it to stop and she never wanted it to stop.

Cumming so hard, Sophia lifted up her head and looked back into the gypsy woman's eyes. The eyes seemed as if they were glowing red, surely it must have been a trick of the light, but it was rather unsettling.

Sophia was spraying so hard and it was all going the woman's mouth. As good as her orgasm felt, it was also the most draining orgasm she ever had. It seemed as if her energy was all spraying out of her pussy with her juices, and she had a moment where she envisioned the gypsy as a vampire who drained a person's life force through their genitals. Certainly a ridiculous notion to be sure, but the pie had seemed ridiculous too. 

When her orgasm finished, Sophia felt so drained that she could barely keep her eyes open. What she saw seemed like it must have been a dream. She felt the tongue sliding out of her pussy before the gypsy pulled her face away from her pussy. It was what she saw next that was so dreamlike, that she would later question if she really had seen it. The gypsy woman's cheeks were blown up like a balloon all the way to her neck. They seemed impossibly large, and she struggled to keep her eyes open long enough to watch the woman pick up an ornate bottle and spit the entire contents of her mouth into it. 

Exhausted, Sophia fell into a deep sleep.

---

The next thing Sophia knew, she was back in the first room in the shop standing at the counter. Her clothes were back on and she wondered if it all had been a dream. The curtain was pushed aside and out stepped an old frail looking woman with the deepest wrinkles lining her face. She was carrying an ornate bottle that was stopped with a cork and Sophia thought looked strangely familiar, but couldn't remember where she had seen it.

"Okay dear," The old decrepit woman said in a gravelly voice, "now to help you with your problem, you need to make sure that all the women who ate the pie take a drink from this bottle, including you. You should finish all the drink in here to make sure that it will never wear off. Also, I have something that you should give to your husband. I tried to give it to him earlier when he came in, but he left too soon." 

The old woman reached down below the counter and pulled out a strange looking root and placed it on the counter. Sophia could tell it was a root because it resembled a carrot with a green stem sticking up from one end and several leaves coming off the stem. But the root was definitely not a carrot. For one, it was not orange, but the color of skin, and it was not shaped like a carrot, it looked exactly like an erect penis, with veins and a mushroom shaped head.

"It is very important that your husband drinks the juices that are inside this root, no matter how much he balks at doing it, if you need to force him, then force him, but make sure he drinks all the juices inside here. He should put this end in his mouth and suck it like a straw until nothing more comes out."

Sophia picked up the root and felt it. It was warm and the 'skin' felt remarkably similar to a man's penis. She looked into the old woman's face and asked "What is this thing?"

"It is mentula olus, and it will give your husband the strength he is going to need for this. It is imperative that you see to it that he takes this."

As strange as all this seemed to Sophia, and after everything that she had gone through and witnessed, she should have asked more questions, but she was still in a fog about what had happened since she had arrived, and she was still in a hypnotic like trance. She picked up the bottle in one hand and the root was still in her other hand, and left the shop on still shaky legs.

When Sophia arrived back at her home, she carried the bottle and strange penis shaped root directly to the kitchen. She hid the root in a rarely opened cupboard up over the refrigerator before popping the cork on the bottle. She took out three tall glasses and poured equal amounts in all three glasses until the bottle was empty. Each glass was nearly half full with the murky fluid.

She picked up one glass and smelled it. It smelled like female musk, not something that she wanted to just hand to her daughter and her daughter's girlfriend. She went to the fridge and pulled out the jug of iced tea, then capped off each glass with the cold sweet tea. She took out a long spoon and stirred each glass, then smelled one of them again. Now it smelled like nothing more than iced tea. Picking the glass up, she drank the concoction down.

After finishing the entire contents of the glass, she set the glass in the sink and burped. It had tasted like iced tea with a hint of something else. Not feeling at all different from before she drank the stuff, she decided to go find the girls and have them drink the rest.

Sophia found the two girls sitting together in the den, and upon seeing them, she was struck by how sexy they both looked. A vivid picture of Sarah and Marissa naked and making love to each other flashed through Sophia's brain and she felt her pussy twitch. She closed her eyes and shook her head, pushing the images out of her mind, and wondering why she was thinking like that.

"Hi girls, would you both come with me to the kitchen please." Sophia asked and waited for them to get up and follow her. She wondered if they had both managed to stay away from Mark and for some reason, she hoped that they hadn't. 

Once in the kitchen she said "I have something that you both need to drink. It's from the gypsy, and she seemed real concerned when I told her about our predicament. She mixed up this drink right in front of me and told me that we all need to drink it. I already drank my glass and it tastes just like iced tea."

"What is it supposed to do Mom?" Sarah asked.

"It should take care of our problem honey, and listen, you shouldn't feel bad, either one of you, if you did anything with Mark already, it's not your fault at all."

"Thanks Mom." Sarah said and looked at Marissa "Okay, let's do this." 

Both girls began drinking the potion until both glasses were empty. Once finished, both girls burped and giggled before setting their glasses in the sink.

"Am I supposed to feel any different Mrs. Stanley?" Marissa asked.

"Well, do you?" Sophia returned the question.

After a moment or two of thought, Marissa replied "I don't know, not really." And she didn't really feel any different either, she thought to herself, as she admired how sexy her girlfriends mother really was and wished they were all naked. 

"How about you Sarah? Do you feel any different?" Sophia questioned.

Sarah shrugged and shook her head back and forth slowly, but her mind was picturing what her mother would look like naked and she wondered what her pussy would taste like.

"Okay girls, I've got one more thing that I need to do, and I may need your help." Sophia went to the cupboard where she had hidden the root and pulled it out. "This is a special root that is supposed to help your father, but I don't think that he will want to take it."

"What do you have to do, fuck him with it?" Sarah asked, looking at the penis shaped root.

"No, he has to suck the juices out of it and swallow them."

Sarah smiled a devious smile and said "Don't worry Mom, I know just what we can do to convince him to do that."

---

Mark had left the basement after watching his daughter and her girlfriend share his sperm. He needed a workout to clear his head of all the shit that had happened. Upstairs was his workout room where he had a treadmill, weight system, stationary bike, and other tools of the trade. He spent the next 45 minutes working up a sweat.

He was interrupted by his wife calling from down the hall. "Honey, can you please come to the bedroom. I need you right away."

"Yeah, I'll be right there." He called back, mopping up the sweat from his forehead with a towel. He hopped off the stationary bike and headed down the hallway to the bedroom. Walking into the bedroom, Mark froze two steps in when he saw the sight of Sarah and Marissa both naked on his bed.

Thinking that Sophia must be in another room, Mark said "Uh sorry girls." and he turned around, bumping right into his wife, also nude. "Jesus what th..." he said, momentarily startled. "Honey, what the fuck is going on?" He asked backing up slowly as she moved toward him.

"We just all want to show you how much we appreciate everything that you have done for us honey." Sophia answered, advancing on him sexily.

"What have I done for you?" He was getting just a bit scared at the way they were all acting.

"You have opened up all our minds to carnal pleasures that we never knew before. We owe you so much for that." Sophia said, as she continued to advance upon a retreating Mark. 

Mark could tell there was something very wrong with the way they all were acting. He knew that Sophia had gone to the shop, so that was where he started. "What happened to you at the shop?" He asked his wife as she was trying to pull at his clothes. He stepped back one more time and his legs came upon the foot of the bed.

"Girls, take him down." Sophia said evenly, and before Mark could react, his arms were grabbed from behind by both girls and Sophia pushed unto him using her whole body. With both girls pulling back on his arms and his wife tackling him, he had no chance and found himself on his back with his wife astride him, her full weight on his chest.

"What the hell are you doing?" He was worried now as the girls pulled his arms up over his head and held him like that. Mark was a fairly strong guy, but the way they had him, he had no leverage to pull his arms down. Plus there was the fact that he had just finished his workout, a particularly strenuous workout at that, and he was too tired and sore to muster any strength.

"I'm going to help you Mark," Sophia answered, "just like I helped Sarah and Marissa earlier."

"What do you mean?" He looked up at his daughter and Marissa and yelled "What did she do to you?!?"

"Oh relax will you. I just gave them a drink that I got from your friend over at the potion shop. I guess I thought that it was going to take our cravings for your semen away, but it seems to have not worked. We all still want your cock and cum Mark. So I guess that her stuff didn't work this time, but that's okay, because she showed me some incredible things Mark. When she licked my pussy and stuck her tongue up inside me, I thought I would never stop cumming. It was so fucking good, and now that I know how fun it is to fuck women, I'm not holding back anymore. I realize now why our little girl likes pussy so much."

It was obvious to Mark that Sophia had already been changed by whatever the gypsy woman did to her, so he tried to reason with Sarah instead. "Sarah honey, let me up. Can't you see that this is not the way your mother acts? That woman did something to her, she's been brainwashed or something."

What Sarah said next sent a chill down Mark's spine. "It's okay daddy, Mom just wants me and Marissa and her to all be lovers now, and I want it too." He realized that all three of them had been changed, and he was helpless to stop them from doing whatever they wanted right now.

Mark tried to reason with Sophia once more. "Listen hon, you are my wife and I am so sorry that I did this to you, but you need to fight this. You know deep down that this is wrong, this is not what any of you want. Let me up and we can all go together to see the gypsy. We can demand that she take this curse away..."

"Curse?!?" Sophia barked "This is no curse Mark. This is enlightenment. Look, all you need to do is suck on this root like it's a straw, and you will find out." She held up the penis shaped root in front of Mark's face.

It looked like a seven inch penis attached to some kind of plant. Mark shook his head back and forth "No fucking way am I putting that in my mouth." He said defiantly.

"Oh we will see about that, won't we." 

Mark could feel the girls moving around on his arms while still keeping him pinned down. At first he didn't know what they were doing, and when he realized what they had, it was too late. They climbed off his now bound arms and moved to his legs which were still planted on the floor. Mark looked up at his arms which were now tied together. The other end of the rope was tied tightly to the headboard. He tested the knots and the strength of the rope and found out that it was tightly tied and very strong.

While he was testing the ropes holding his arms, he became aware of his legs being pulled apart, stretched to either side of the bed, and realized too late that they were also tied. "Shit! Let me up." He snapped, but Sophia didn't move off his chest.

"Not until you suck this like a straw." She smiled a creepy smile.

His arms and legs bound and helpless now, the two nude girls used a pair of scissors to start cutting off all of Mark's workout clothes. One pulled off his sneakers and sock while the other cut his shorts and underwear off until he was naked from the waist down. The scissors were then passed to Sophia, who began to cut off his muscle shirt.

Naked and at their mercy, Mark next asked "Okay, so now what? I'm not letting you put that in my mouth and I'm certainly not going to suck on it if you do. So now what are you going to do? You got me naked, so now what?"

"Your daughter reminded me earlier how much you hate to be tickled Mark. You said once that being tickled is like being tortured, only worse, because you can handle pain but you can't handle being tickled. Remember when you said that Mark?"

He did remember. It was a time when he and Sophia were being playful a few years ago and wrestling in the living room. Sarah had come to her mothers rescue and the two of them used tickling to make Mark cry 'uncle'. It was all just in fun and they all laughed about it, but later at the dinner table, Mark confessed to being hopelessly ticklish, and said that when he was a boy, he had been held down by his older brother and tickled until he peed himself. They all laughed at the story, but Mark had said that he really hated being tickled.

Sophia saw the reaction in her husbands face and continued "You will not only suck this root Mark, but you will beg me to allow you to suck this root. It may take an hour, or two hours, hell it may take all day long even. We don't care how long it takes Mark, we can wait. We are going to see just how ticklish you really are honey, and when you have had enough, you will beg me to let you suck this. Then we will stop."

"Jesus Sophia, don't do this. Sarah, Marissa, let me up, please, you don't want this. It's not...ffffuucckkk ha ha hah haa ha ssstoppp no no no don't ahh hah ha ha haaaaa!!!"

All three woman were attacking him from every different angle. Marissa was tickling both his feet at the same time, running her fingertips back and forth along the soft underside. Sarah had sat up on his upper arms and was tickling his armpits, while his wife was sitting on his limp penis and attacking his sides.

To Mark, it was the worst torture that they could dish out and he was going wild trying unsuccessfully to get away. He was laughing uncontrollably, losing his breath and gasping, tears pouring from his eyes, while he tried to get out a few clear words.

"Ahhssstohhp sstohhp huh nn ha ha ha ahh nooo don't huu ah haha!!" He was yanking his hands painfully hard, but still was not able to get loose. 

While Sophia was digging her fingers into Mark's sides, she noticed that his cock was growing under her ass. "Hey girls, look at this." She said, stopping her tickling to stand up and show them that his cock was standing straight up. "He likes this. Let's give him more." 

They had all stopped for a moment to see and Mark, still gasping said "W wait, just wait. N no more."

Sophia slid his erect penis into her pussy. She was plenty wet and had been ever since she finished drinking the iced tea concoction. "Are you ready to suck the root?" She asked, holding it up again and putting it just above his mouth.

"What huh what is it huh going to do huh to me?" Mark was breathing so hard he was huffing.

"Well, I'm not sure honey, but we can find out in a hurry if you just suck it." Sophia said.

"Please no more tickling. I'll do it, just stop the tickling please."

"Oh you'll do it will you. Well you need to beg me to let you suck it."

As bad as it would be, Mark was certain that he couldn't take anymore tickling, so in defeat he said "Please, let me suck on the root."

"Open up" Sophia ordered, and when he did, she placed the cock shaped root in her husbands mouth. She watched him close his lips around the head and then pretend to suck on it. It was a pathetic acting job and she dug her fingers into his side again and yelled "Suck it!".