Rings of the Gypsies
mc; mg+; mf; mast; oral; preg; inc
Halloween frustrated me. It hadn't always, of course. As a kid I anticipated the holiday as my chance to dress up in the cute costumes and gather enough candy to rot my teeth three times over. I looked forward to being older when I could attend parties where I could get as drunk as a skunk.
Instead, I was stuck in the purgatory of junior high. There I was too nerdy to attract girls and too geeky to fit in with the popular guys. None of the good cliques wanted me and the unsavory ones thought me too goody-goody for them. In short, I was a 15 year-old island.
As September ended, I resigned myself to spend Halloween doing the thankless duty of doling out candy at the front door. However my father threw me a curve I never saw coming.
"Dave," he said at the dinner table. "You are old enough to take Jess around this year."
"Oh, great," I replied, rolling my eyes. Walking around the neighborhood with my 11 year-old kid sister represented another, equally thankless task. I ran through all the possible excuses to let me skip straight to the first day of November.
"She'll have Vicky with her," my mother added.
At the mere mention of that name, the blood drained from my face. Vicky Spencer, my sister's bestie, was my dream girl. Well, as much as another preteen girl babe could be. Not only pretty with her long blonde hair, flawless skin, and thin athletic frame, Vicky was a good student. On top of that, her family was rich. The Spencer Rocker Company shipped rocking chairs throughout the country. Behind her back, people called her Vicky Spenders based on the birthday parties and other events her parents threw.
Even so, Vicky was nice, almost one of the guys. When they weren't off playing ball (almost any kind) at the park, she and my sister hung around our house. Never once did she act like a spoiled brat, and she even smiled at me once in a while.
Regaining my composure, I replied, "All right, Dad. I guess I can walk them around the neighborhood."
"Well, it's a bit more than that. Her folks invited Mom and me to the adult-only Halloween party."
"Congratulations," I said.
"It's really no big deal. I think they've invited every adult in town. Anyway, we need you to watch over the girls that night. It's not exactly babysitting but…"
"Sure, Dad, I guess I can do that too." I tried to play down my enthusiasm.
In any case, Halloween was back on.
A few days later, I was sitting on my bed, thumbing through a risque magazine. While I examined a particularly arousing swimsuit photo, the door opened, and I jumped. "What do you want, brat?" I asked as I hid the magazine behind my back.
"Not much," said Jess with a smirk on her face. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to go with me and Vicky to the new costume store. Unless you need to use that magazine to …"
I stared at the little tease. She wore a white knit shirt and plaid skirt. I could see she neglected to don her training bra or even an undershirt. In the cold room, her nipples poked out a little. The skirt was too short to wear to school, but she loved to show off her legs around the house. If she hadn't been my sister, I wouldn't need to get a magazine.
"I was just going to toss together a zombie outfit," I said to my would-be blackmailer.
Rolling her eyes, she turned to leave. "Just like you to pick a monster looking for brains. Since you don't have any of your own."
"Oh all right, brat. I'll come."
I stood up, forgetting about the open magazine. Before I could dispose of it, Jess grabbed it. "Wow, she's hot. Sort of like Sandy Dickinson."
My bratty sister knew my secret crush. Unlike Vicky, Sandy was older, already 16 and a junior. She attracted every male stare in town and half of the females. She had matured early, already sporting a C cup, extra long legs, a wiggle in her walk, long satiny hair light reddish in color, and a smile perfected at the orthodontist. Her beauty made her the most popular student as a sophomore, unheard of in previous years.
Add to that, the Dickinson family wealth rivaled the Spencers for town supremacy.
My problem was one of availability. She could have anyone as her boyfriend. Currently that position was held by Bronco Browne, the star quarterback trying to lead the team to an undefeated season. Everyone thought them the perfect couple.
On the other hand, no one took much notice of me. I doubted Sandy even knew I existed.
Returning to the present problem, I grabbed for the magazine. "That's mine, brat."
"Too slow, Dave. I'm reading it now. I'll return it to you when we get back from shopping, if you're nice to me and Vicky."
Before I could object, she disappeared into the Jack and Jill bathroom connecting our bedrooms. Knowing I never beat her, and probably never will, I headed downstairs to wait.
Mrs. Spencer picked us up a little while later. Jess jumped into the back seat with Vicky. That left shotgun in the front for me.
"Hello, David," said the driver. I smiled at Mrs. Spencer, a grown up version of the girl I crushed on. For a mother, she dressed quite sexy. For this excursion she wore a red plaid and very tight sweater and white short shorts. The outfit barely covered more skin than those outfits in the magazine being shared in the back seat.
As we drove, Mrs. Spencer asked me mundane questions. I answered, turning toward her, yet sneaking a peak at her daughter instead. I imagined the younger Spencer growing, her flat chest maturing, her legs stretching, and her face becoming ever so kissable.
I must have answered one of the questions with a sigh. "Oh, David. You are such a horny male animal. Just like your father."
After that, I sat bolt upright with my eyes on the road for the rest of the trip.
Once at the store, the three females headed down an aisle toward girl outfits. I wandered away, trying to get ideas for myself. If zombies were out, maybe something else would work. When I caught sight of a vampire costume, I thought about my grandfather's old tuxedo with an opera cape. I knew I found my inspiration.
The only accessory I did need to buy was teeth. I found a set of wax fangs up front at the counter. They would complete my outfit nicely.
While I waited, I noticed a display behind the register. "Those are nice rings," I said to the clerk.
"Those are the Rings of the Gypsies," she said in a thick foreign accent. "My grandfather smuggled them from the old country many years ago. Apparently, my great-grandmother put a spell on them. Or so they told me."
"Like a curse?"
"Some may call it that. I prefer to think of it as a … blessing for some. They say wearing a ring like this allows great power to be exerted over others. This power peaks on the holiest of holy days celebrated by my people."
"What's this spell suppose to do?"
"I have heard stories of love and its consequences. The magic makes fools of the wisest among us, but bestows great gifts on those that receive them with love."
"Magic? Yeah, right. Can I just see the merchandise?"
The three rings shimmered as I peered at them. While one had a green stone and another a blue stone, I focused on the one in the center. It had a jet black stone. "That one," I said pointing in the middle.
"The ebony? A very good choice. Why don't you try it on?" The clerk handed it to me, putting it on my right ring finger. Strangely, it was a perfect fit.
"Well?" asked the clerk.
"I … I like it. But I probably can't afford it."
"Only, let's see, only twenty dollars. A real steal."
I started to take it off when my three friends appeared. "What did you find?" asked Jess.
"Just a ring." Then I added, "All right, it's a magic ring."
The girls giggled. "They are pretty," said Vicky. "I love the blue."
"I'd go for the green," said Jess.
The clerk handed the two remaining rings to the preteens. After slipping them on, we held them together. They had a faint hum when we did.
"Twenty each or … three for fifty. A real bargain."
I shook my head. "I can't afford it."
Mrs. Spencer pulled out her credit card. "I can. It'll be my Halloween present to each of you."
After a round of thanks, we departed the store, each richer by one ring.
Little did we know what it really meant.
October flew by. I had just enough free time to assemble my costume and get it pressed. I really liked the blood red cummerbund that made it look vampire-ish.
Jess stayed away from me, spending hours working on hers. She slept over at Vicky's on the weekends. That left me with only my magazines for inspiration.
The black ring resided on my finger like it had been there forever. Though it looked nice, I wanted to see if it held any secrets. At school I tried to get Mrs. Gilmore to skip a pop quiz. It didn't work, so I discounted the claim of magic powers.
The one influence it seemed to possess was to draw attention to itself. Whenever I exposed it, students or teachers noticed. This wasn't just those I hung with. Everyone stared at it. When I said everyone, that did not include Sandy Dickinson who gave it a quick glance before turning up her nose and walking away.
Not the result I hoped for, but, hey, it was a start.
When I answered questions about my gift, I never mentioned the supposed spell. I didn't want to waste any of the credibility the ring gave me.
At home I did notice changes. I had never jerked off except at night in the dark. Now I was locking the hall door and pulling out my magazine and my cock, all in broad daylight. After a few days doing so alone, I had an audience when Jess popped in from the bathroom. She stood quiet and in awe. The strange part was that I continued stroking until orgasm even with her there.
I expected Jess to turn me in to our parents or at least blackmail me. Instead, she asked to watch the next time. She even asked if she could invite Vicky.
I wasn't quite ready for a larger audience. Not yet.
Halloween arrived on an unseasonably warm Friday. This was good since rain or cold brought out the coats to cover the costumes. School let out after lunch which gave everyone plenty of time to primp for trick or treating and the parties afterward. Fate had everything working out for the best.
In the middle of the afternoon, Vicky arrived carrying her overnight bag and long costume bag and promptly disappeared into Jess's bedroom. I could hear the two giggling even with all the doors closed.
While the girls fooled around, I took a refreshing shower. After I dried off, I pulled on a pair of satiny boxers. In the medicine cabinet, I found a jar of Vaseline and started to slick back my hair.
When I had it almost perfect, the door opened, and the girls walked in on me. "Aren't you done yet?" asked Jess.
I turned to answer, but stopped. Both girls stood only a few feet from me, dressed only in thin camisoles and panties. I know the outfits were more fabric than they wore to the pool. Still my body found them more exciting.
"What's that sticking out?" asked Vicky, pointing at my crotch.
"It's just his cock," said Jess in a matter of fact manner.
I checked and found it escaping via the fly.
"Put it away," ordered my sister.
I started to stuff it back in its hiding hole, but as the ring touched the exposed flesh, my hand closed and started to stroke. My eyes fixated on Vicky's hand that snuck under the elastic of her panties. I had no idea what she was doing, but the activity altered her breathing.
We stroked in unison for about a minute before I ejaculated with the semen landing on my sister. That's when I saw she had likewise joined us.
After a few minutes of further manipulation, the girls sank to the floor, moaning together in pleasure.
"I didn't mean to do that," I said.
Neither girl seemed capable of even a snide remark. I retreated to my room and plopped down on my bed. I had to digest what had happened.
After at least an hour of them giggling and the sound of running water, silence finally came from the bathroom. I pressed my ear to the door and heard no noise from the next room. Confident they had finished, I pushed the door open.
My eyes recognized immediately the two topless bodies. I froze waiting to be chased out again. They saw me, yet said nothing. However, my cock had a different idea. Refreshed from my relaxation, it decided to once again peek out from its hideaway.
My eyes focused on their exposed chests, more specifically on their puffy little nipples. They were different from mine or those I had seen in the magazines. These were faint pink in color and so innocent looking.
My hand moved to my right nipple and started to massage it. I'm not sure why. I had never done that to myself before. It was almost like my hand had a mind of its own. Strangely, both girls followed suit, causing the center to stiffen into a small hard tip. My hand then switched to my left nipple, and they mimicked the motion.
"You're both so beautiful," I said. They didn't respond, but my heart beat would have drowned out the sound anyway. I could feel the lust pulsing throughout my body.
I dropped my boxers to the floor, allowing my cock to extend fully. The girls followed my lead as their panties landed at their feet. Their preteen bodies glistened in the bathroom light, squeaky clean from their showers. I could not detect a single hair below their neckline.
I inched forward, unsure what I might do if I reached them, but drawn to the girls as by some great cosmic force.
Then we heard a voice bellow from outside. "Dave, we're lighting the pumpkin on the porch. Get down here to hand out candy."
My father's command broke the mood. I grabbed my boxers and retreated into my room. Throwing on the vampire costume, I thought about what I almost did. As horrible as the thought was, I couldn't wait to have another opportunity with them.
Out on the porch, I watched a parade of toddlers dressed as bumblebees and ladybugs march up the sidewalk to claim their treat, a bite sized candy bar. Most looked too young to enjoy it themselves and would probably surrender it to their parents. None of the rugrats seemed overly scared of a bloodthirsty monster. I guess such fear has to be taught to them.
After an hour, the school-aged kids took over. Princesses and pirates, superheroes and their nemeses, lobsters and clowns visited the porch. I knew none of them until…
Little Red Riding Hood climbed the steps accompanied by a Big Bad Wolf a foot shorter than her. "Trick or treat," said the little lupine.
"Treat for sure," I replied. Then I turned to the taller girl. "Eh, hello, Sandy."
To my surprise, she responded. "Good evening, Dave. You look … scary."
"You know me?"
"Of course. We used to have afterschool care together."
Sandy Dickinson said hello to me. I almost fell over. "So, what are you doing here tonight? I thought you'd be out with Bronco, wearing one of his old football jerseys."
"So last year." She shook her head. "The team's off for their annual out-of-the-area game. He never even called to say goodbye."
"I would have," I said meekly. That brought a pregnant pause to the conversation.
With bad timing, Jess and Vicky exited the house. "We're ready," said my sister, the witch. She had the traditional all black hat, cape, and dress, along with fishnet stockings.
"Want to tag along with us?" asked the Wolf.
"Sure," said Vicky. She played the part of a Gypsy maiden with her white peasant blouse, loosely buttoned so her chest almost exposed itself as she moved, a long paisley skirt, so thin you could see through it, and a matching head scarf.
I stuck my head inside the door and yelled to my parents that we were abandoning our post. Then the five of us headed out into the streets.
By three houses, I had Sandy's hand in mine. "I like your ring," she said, holding up our clasped hands to show them together. Both rings were set with jet black square onyx stones.
"I thought you didn't like them."
"At first. But I told my mother, and she just had to get them. In fact, she bought a boxful for party favors. I tried on one and couldn't take it off. It felt … right."
We said little until we arrived at the Dickinson house. "We have to go in. My parents are throwing the neighborhood party for the school kids. All grades will be here. Want to come in?"
Before I could say anything, Jess spoke up. "Not this year. We have… plans for tonight. Maybe next time."
Sandy stepped toward her house. However, our hands remained clasped as though the rings had a bond stronger than glue. Seeing this, I pulled the girl closer and kissed her deeply. We exchanged oral fluids for only a few seconds, but it felt much longer and seemed to touch every nerve in my body from toes to my head. Satisfied the rings unlocked and allowed Sandy to stagger away.
We waved good night and watched our fairytale friends disappear into the house. Then my charges took off running toward our house. I had to sprint to catch up with them. As I ran, I wondered what they had in mind.
When we arrived, the porch pumpkin had been extinguished. The girls raced inside and up the stairs, leaving their spoils on the floor behind them. I followed after locking the door behind me. One doesn't want tricks played with the lights out.
I headed to my room, content to just fall asleep. That wasn't in the cards. At least not yet.
When I walked into my pitch black room, I felt for the light switch. Flipping it on, I turned to see two preteens sitting on my bed swinging their feet. They both had the biggest grins crossing their faces.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Trick or treat," they said together.
The girls glanced at each other and pulled up their skirts and spread their legs apart. Underneath I saw no panties, only two beautiful pussies. "No tricks," said Jess.
"Only treats," said Vicky.
"Why did you take off your panties?"
"After our shower episode, we never put them on," said Jess laughing. "You took your boxers without putting them back on. The rings didn't say we could, so we left them off."
"The rings?"
"Yeah," said my sister. "Whenever you did anything, our rings almost made us do the same."
I looked at the object on my finger. Was it magical after all?
"Teach us tonight," said Vicky.
"All right. But first we get rid of these costumes." I started to unbutton my shirt. The girls did the same. I dropped my pants, and they their skirts. I pulled off my socks and watched Jess roll her fishnets. Finally I took off my boxers. They hadn't any clothing left to mimic me.
I stared between their thighs. They concentrated on my groin.
"It's so hairy," said Vicky.
"Yeah. You will be someday also." Thinking about it, I could see why so many females shaved themselves back to their preteen look. It was gorgeous.
I set aside my fake fangs. "We'll begin with kissing."
I started with Vicky, avoiding kissing my sister, but was soon joined by Jess. Every move I made on one, the other copied the movement. Between me and my shadow, we covered every inch over both girls. When I backed off, the girls continued with abandon until both tired.
"Sit back and rest for a moment, my little lovers," I said.
After a few minutes of light petting, I asked, "Was that enough for tonight?"
"No," they said together.
I reached over to Jess and started to rub her slit. She did the same to Vicky. I found her clit and massaged it. Her hand did the same to her friend. Soon my sister was very wet, and I assumed her bestie was likewise.
I stopped for a moment to ask permission. "The next step is what boys and girls do together. Is that what we should do next?"
"Yes," said Vicky. "Please." My sister stayed silent, allowing her friend to experience it first.
I rose and positioned the girl's legs. Then I climbed in between. "This may hurt a little."
I aligned my cock to her slit and rubbed it. With a little more pressure, it entered her, expecting to encounter her cherry. To my surprise, I continued without the obstruction. The next thing I knew, we were as close as two people could be.
I gave her a few minutes to get comfortable. Then I began to thrust in and out. Vicky started to moan, her body matching my rhythm. We kept it up with her vocalizations increasing almost to a scream. Jess helped by kissing anything she could reach. When I felt her stiffen, I began to shoot into her womb.
I kept inside until I was too soft. As I rolled to the side I realized that now I could die happy.
I had just made love with my dream girl.
I woke up a few minutes later. Halfway down my body, two mouths licked my hardening cock. The two preteen minxes glanced at me with smiles on their faces.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting you ready again, duh," said Jess. "I still have to get a turn."
"How did you know how to get me hard again?"
Jess smiled at me. "You're not the only one with magazines."
We shifted around, and I repeated the operation on my sister. It took longer, but again my body completed my part of the operation. And it felt good to give a piece of myself to the girl I loved longer than anyone else.
The night continued similarly for hours until I ran out of fluids and energy. The girls gave up at the same time. We spent the night entwined in the arms and legs of the others.
In the morning my parents still hadn't shown up. The girls decided cuddling was a good way to spend the morning. Their bodies felt a bit sore to do much else. I was too tired to do much either. Hence we stayed together naked until the afternoon.
My parents stumbled in around two. Whatever costume they started with, they no longer were wearing it. Or anything else for that matter. They barely noticed us in my bedroom when they poked their heads in.
By Sunday, the girls were feeling better, enough to move around normally. I spent the morning cleaning up the Halloween decorations and other mess. We thought the holiday was behind us, just memories about one wild weekend.
Monday we found out two interesting pieces of news. First the football team upset the team they played on Halloween. Second, the only virgins in the high school, junior high, and the upper grade of the elementary school were apparently on that same football team. Between the party at the Dickinsons and a few others, every student who didn't buy one themselves had received a ring as a party favor.
While you might think that falling under the spell of the rings might be an adolescent problem, the older generation had a similar predicament. The party at the Spencers had the same party favors. At midnight Mrs. Spencer gave a signal, and the party became the biggest swingers zone in the history of the town.
By Thanksgiving, morning sickness became rampant through the town. My mom was the first I knew about with Jess starting a day or two later. At school, hall passes became optional for girls as so many raced for the closest restroom. In fact, all restrooms became designated as unisex. It mattered little who used one because every student had passed the opposite anatomy recognition test on Halloween.
The high school science teachers tried to explain the effect the rings made. They found wearing the ring signaled the need for ovulation or to intensify seminal fluid creation. As far as how the contraception failed, they had no clue. That effect hadn't been seen since Halloween. As far as the mind control, the teachers ignored that it even happened. No matter what they tried, they couldn't duplicate the ring.
Feeling a little responsible, the Spencer Rocker Company modified their product line to include cribs, cradles, and youth bedroom furniture. The change made the company successful again.
The medical facilities quickly became overwhelmed. More resources were brought in for the expected summer explosion. The schools began planning for the influx of new students in a few years.
Over time the town thought it had everything under control.
I cared about only one other story. On that Monday, Bronco found out about the party and confronted Sandy. Even though she claimed not to have participated, the quarterback called bullshit loud enough for the whole town to hear. The fiery breakup left the former popular girl spiraling down into the dregs of cliques.
It was by luck that we ended up at the same lunch table. I gave her a soft shoulder to cry on, a person to laugh with, and, on Christmas Eve, I gave her a very special gift, one to make up for her Halloween disappointment. It was my first time not under the influence of the ring.
My life continued on that wonderful arc. By the summer I had become (in no particular order) a brother, an uncle, a father, and a loving husband. As a result, I became an expert in changing diapers and giving baths.
My ring spent most of the time in a jewelry box, but came out for an adventure now and then. But those tales are better left for another time.
My wife walked into the study where I was sitting. "Whatcha thinking about, Dave?"
"Reminiscing about that first Halloween. Did you realize it's been fourteen years?"
"Fourteen wonderful years." Sandy smiled at me. "By the way, do you like my costume?"
"Lady Godiva again? Of course. Not every man would let his wife prance around totally nude at a party."
She held out her left hand. "Not totally. I still have my rings on." Her black onyx shimmered as it guarded her wedding ring. It was far more precious than any diamond engagement ring ever was. "By the way, your sister just arrived. They brought the twins over. Susie's showing them her costume."
I turned to see Jess in her typical black witch costume hand in hand with her wife, Vicky, back in her Gypsy attire. Behind them came our twins, Jenny and Vanessa, twins born of different mothers but hours apart. They were dressed as miniature versions of their mother.
Finally, Susie appeared as Little Red Riding Hood. All smiles she walked over to me. "Mama thought you needed this tonight." With her hand adorned with a ruby red ring, she handed me my black ring.
I kissed her on the cheek and put the gift on once again.
The mothers headed off to their respective parties, Sandy to her parents for the adult version, and the other two to supervise the town-wide one for the underage kids. That left me with the three girls. "What do you want to do?" I asked.
"Trick or Treat," they said together.
"Which is it?"
They lifted their skirts to expose themselves. Not a pair of panties between them. "No tricks," said Susie.
"Just treats," added Vanessa.
They dropped their skirts and put their hands together. I joined their clasp, and the rings shimmered brighter than ever. "Oh, let's go fuck, Uncle Dave," said Jenny.
They pulled me out of the chair and toward my bedroom. It looked like this Halloween I would be adding grandfather to my accomplishments.
I love these rings, especially the black onyx. I was so lucky to receive the controller ring.
Always a blessing, never a curse, at least in my family.
