Gypsy Fortune Teller

Summary: Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/FF, f/F

My mother was an attractive blonde girl that became a prostitute as a teenager. She wound up plying her trade in Long Beach, California along the beach front arcade called “The New Pike.” The Pike was and amusement park that during World War Two had catered to the sailors when there was a Navy shipyard in the harbor. There was a huge wooden rollercoaster that extended out into the harbor, a diving bell that descended into a tank of salt water with viewable man made seascapes, a wooden centrifuge that when the rotation exceeded the pull of gravity the bottom drooped pinning the people against the wall. The narrow water front street was lined with arcade games, tattoo parlors, beer joints and there was a fortune teller’s booth.

My mother accidently became pregnant with me by an unknown male. As I was growing up she became a drug addict. Her only friend outside of the trade was the gypsy fortune teller that worked the booth. They became close friends with each other, and Marla became like a mother to me. When mother was working or passed out on drugs she looked after me.

Apparently mother got hold of some heroin that had not been cut, and she died of a hot shot. I was 11-years-old when Marla took me in and raised me as her own. She educated me in the way of the Romany people. They have a natural mistrust of any authority, and with good reason. Historically they have been abused by the authorities. They mistrust anything not Romany. They don’t trust banks as a result they have their own banking system within the Romany culture.

Marla was a small woman of unknown ethnic heritage but she defiantly had a Spanish look about her, she had dark curly hair, brown eyes, a brownish completion. When she was working she deliberately dressed in a colorful costume that the rub public though gypsy women wear. Otherwise she wore clothes popular during the forties and fifties. Most people thought she was a Mexican.

There were some problems when it was required that a parent or guardian had to come to my school, because there was no record of her being my legal guardian and the difference in family names. Had I looked more like her, it might not have been less of a problem. It took some doing to get the government to make her my legal guardian. She had to get witnesses to testify that my mother entrusted me to her care. I doubt if they would have approved it if her witnesses had all been gypsies.

It was like I was living in two worlds. At school I was a popular little blonde American girl, but at home I lived as a Romani. It is not that there are no blondes in the Romani world, but I was so different from the community of Romani Marla belonged to that I drew too much attention.

I had seen my mother engaging in sex with her tricks, so sex was not unknown to me, but I found it disgusting the way men sweated over her body while fucking her or her sucking on their cocks. As a result men repulsed me because as a child I thought they were hurting my mother.

I developed a strong attachment to Marla even before she over dosed. I loved the natural smell of her body. She didn’t cover it up with perfume like mother did. When I would cuddle with her clothes would absorb the smell of her body. When I moved in with her I started taking her clothes out of her laundry hamper in the bathroom and smell them while using the toilet. When I started smelling the crotch of her panties I was overwhelmed with a desire to see and smell her actual pussy.

Marla only had a one bedroom apartment, so I had to sleep on the cheap couch, but It was only a few nights before I woke up during the night and had kicked off all of the covers and I tipped toes into Marla’s bedroom and crawled under the covers next to her.

She was still asleep but my cold body quickly warmed up, and she pulled me against her body in her sleep. I was being spooned with my backside pressed against her front with our legs bent. It was very comforting for me. I was just about to drift off to sleep when I felt her hand slip around my body and rest on my pussy covered by my nightgown. but At first I thought she was awake and knew what she was doing, but I realized by her breathing that she was still asleep. I lay there enjoying the feeling of her rubbing my pussy.

St some point she must have woken up, because she started to pulled her hand away from my crotch, so I took hold of her wrist and pulled it back to my crotch. Marla let out a soft moan, and started pulling my nightgown up until her bare hand was resting on my smooth hairless vulva. One of her fingers sought out and found my little clitoris. I almost peed when she started playing with it. Before I knew what was happening I had my first orgasm. When she removed her finger she brought it up and held it under my nose and stuck it into my mouth.

I turned over to face her. Our faces were so close I felt and smelled her sour breath. There was something so erotic about breathing her expelled air. I kissed her on the mouth. Marla pulled me tightly against her body. The feeling of her soft breasts being pressed against my body was thrilling. There was just the two thing material of our nightgowns separating our flesh. Having experienced an orgasm from her hand I wanted to please her the same way.

I had seen her naked enough to know that she didn’t shave her underarms or her pussy. I found the fact that Marla had such a thick black patch of pubic hair erotic. After all mother had only a thing patch of strawberry pubic hair and I was destined to have pubic hair like her.

Her nightgown had worked its way up around her thighs, so it was a simple matter to pull her nightgown up around her waist. I started stroking her vulva. When my finger slipped between the lips of her vagina my fingers were coated with the slippery vagina juices. Like her I had a desire to smell my fingers and taste her juices. When I pulled my hand out from under the covers and smelled my fingers I was overwhelmed by a desire to play with myself. I wrapped my legs around her right thigh and pressed my pussy against her thigh.

Marla pulled her breasts out of the top of her nightgown and rubbed them with her hands before offering her right tit to me. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked on it like a baby. She stroked my hair gently while I suckled. When she had enough she pried my mouth away from her tit. I was disappointed and tried to reclaim her nipple, but she resisted because she had other ideas.

She pulled back the covers to expose my body and repositioned her body so that she could lie over my body with her head between my legs. She started licking my pussy. Her tongue was driving me crazy while she licked my little clitoris. I had never experienced anything remotely so stimulating before. It felt like I was going to pee but it was more than that. When I experienced my orgasm it was a flood of emotion that left me more relaxed than I had ever felt before. When I recovered I wanted to find out what it was like to eat pussy.

Marla had already laid back on the bed next to me, and was about to reach for the blankets to cover us up when I rolled over on top of her. There was enough light in the darkened room for me to see her pussy. Again I just had to move my head close enough to her pussy so that I could smell that musky odor of her naturally hairy pussy. As I moved my head closer the wild hairs tickled my nose. I could feel the warmth of her moist flesh on my face before my lips touched her flesh. When I actually pressed my face against the folds of her labia and used my tongue to find her clitoris she responded by wiggling her butt around the whole time I was licking her clit. She was entertaining me with a barge of obscene descriptions of what I was doing to her. The narrative she was spilling out turned me on and I actually had another small orgasm while eating her pussy. Just before she experienced an orgasm she wrapped her legs around my head trapping my face against her pussy. I was being smothered while she trembled through her orgasm. When it was over she pulled me up on top of her body and kissed me. My face was covered with the slimy juice. It was wild the way she tongue kissed me. She managed to pull the covers up over our bodies and I drifted off to sleep with her breasts pressed against me and my left thigh resting against her pussy.

My dreams were all about the sex I had with Marla. I was picturing Marla and me doing those things to each other the rest of our lives. I worshiped her and envied her golden brown body and dark hair. I was willing to do anything she wanted of me.

We enjoyed repeating the oral sex for several weeks before she introduced me other ways to enjoy sex. One evening while she was licking my pussy she also licked my asshole. It shocked me, but it also thrilled me. When I got used to her probing my asshole I actually had an orgasm. If she wanted to lick my asshole I figured it was only right that I lick hers too. Anal sex became a regular part of our lovemaking.

Another time we were in the bathroom showering and she placed her hands on my shoulders to make me kneel before her and when I started licking her pussy she actually started peeing on my face. Some of it even went into my open mouth. I didn’t mind the salty taste, so I accepted water sports as an affirmation of my love for her.

As devoted as I was for her I wondered if other females enjoyed this kind of sex. Living within the Romany world is a tight exclusive community. I distrusted anyone not of the family, so I didn’t develop any friendships with any of the schoolmates. While Marla was working telling fortunes I played nearby with other Romany girls on the beach. Being a faire skinned blonde made me a rarity within the community. Some of them considered me an outsider, but eventually even they accepted me as one of their own.

Some of the girls were constantly flirting with the males. There was one boy that was destined to be leader if not king of the group, so he was sought after by the girls. He had his choice of any girl he wanted. Among these girls they surrendered their virginity at an early age. I had no interest in perusing any males, so I limited my interaction with the girls that chased boys.

There were some girls that expressed their dislike of males, so I sought out them as friends. We roamed around the arcade and beach together. One evening a group of us were hanging out behind the diving bell in a secluded area.

The girl that was the natural leader of the group asked me if I had ever eaten pussy. Marla had always cautioned not to tell anyone about what we did, so I was reluctant to answer her question. She backed me up against a wall and drove her knee between my legs at the same time she slapped the palm of her right hand on my pussy. It shocked me, but it also turned me on and I let out an involuntary moan. She told the other girls, “She likes it!” and kissed me on the mouth. She forced me to my knees in front of her, and pulled up her skirt. She was not wearing any panties, and she had a full bush between her legs. I didn’t need to be forced to lick her pussy. I found that she smelled very much like Marla. I ate her pussy until she came. One by one I ate the other three girl’s pussies. I didn’t even object when they turned around to present their butt to me. The leader even pulled up my dress and removed my panties and all of them ate my pussy.

Being friends with the group of lesbian teens soon gave me the reputation of being lesbian within the community. I became aware of the looks I was getting from the women around the arcade row. Some of them were married, but the flirted with me just the same.

There was this one woman that flirted with me every time I passed the bilk bottle toss both. I knew she was married to a drunkard. She was a full figured woman with big breasts and butt. She was all gypsy, with a Spanish look. One night while her husband was working the booth I ran into her on the runway. She invited me to their trailer for a glass of wine. I knew what she wanted, and I was willing to find out what it would be like to have sex with a full figured woman, besides the prospect of drinking wine was too good to pass up.

She escorted me to their trailer. There is something about trailers that is unique about them. They move under foot as you walk and the smell of propane and whatever was cooked last. There was also the aroma of her husband’s booze and her cheap perfume.

I sat on the couch facing the door while she retrieved a bottle of red wine and two glasses. When she joined me she sat next to me with her knee touching my thigh. She filled the glasses and handed me one. While I sipped the wine she started telling me how pretty I was. Of course I thanked her and told her how attractive she was.

She was really very attractive. There was something so seductive about her. She did have a smaller waistline even with the size of her body. She had a 48inch chest with breasts that had to be at least a G size and her hips were at least 50 inches, each one of her thighs were bigger around that my waist. She had a face that was youthful looking. She did have age lines like most women her age. She had large brown eyes with a wide nose and full lips. She had full flowing wavy dark hair that flowed down the middle of her back. I found her to be very sexy.

When she placed her hand on my arm while flattering me I rested my hand on her thigh. That was all of the encouragement she needed. She leaned close and kissed me on the mouth. When she ended the kiss I could feel the slipperiness of her lipstick on my lips. I boldly ran my hand up her nylon thigh all the way up to her silky panties. While I rubbed her panties she hurriedly started removing her dress. She unfastened the back of the tight fitting bodice and lifted her butt up enough to pull the dress out from under her body. She pulled the dress up and over her head. She was not wearing a bra probably finding one her size id hard and they are expensive.

She had on very delicate lace panties that were purple. There was something very sexy about the look of her big body sitting there in only panties, garter belt, nylons and pumps. When I stuffed my hand inside her panties, I found that she had a thick bush. While I stroked her aromatic pussy she started removing my clothes.

I had changed out of school clothes as soon as I got home and put on casual clothes, which consisted of comfortable leather Nicky shoes in pink with black swish, cut off blue jean skirt, and a pink short waist tank top. I had pulled my hair back and used a ‘scrunchy’ to put my hair in a ponytail. I was impressed with the speed with their removal.

Her big hands were all over my body. She pulled my head my head tightly against her breasts. She folded her big breasts around my head. The aroma of her perfume enveloped me along with her warm flesh. Next she stuffed her right hand into my panties and started stroking my pussy the same way I was doing to hers. We wound up on the shag carpeted floor and she was on top of me head to toe, so that we could suck each other’s pussy. When we exhausted ourselves on oral sex we had some more wine.

We sat on the floor finishing the bottle of wine. When she got honey again she pushed me onto my back on the floor and knelt over my head with her body facing my feet. I was looking up at her big butt as she sat on my face. She reached back and took hold of my ponytail to pull my head up tightly against her butt. I was enjoying being smothered by her butt. She rocked back and forth rubbing her pussy and asshole against my mouth and nose. There was something so erotic about having a full figured face sitting me. That was too good to pass up I visited her whenever her husband was working or out of town. I suspected that he even knew about what was going on. Marla even added face sitting to our fun and games.

By the time I graduated from high school I was having sex with a lot of women and girls within the Romany group. There is a mistrust of anyone not Romany, so when I started going to Cal State Long Beach University I was suspicious of the facility and student body at first. Slowly I learned that there was a very active lesbian community. There was an English professor that was about 35-years-olf, named Theresa, that I soon found attractive. I noticed the way she looked at the girls in the class. I strongly suspected that she was a lez, so I mad point to visit her office during office hours. We were talking about a writing assignment I was working on for another class for a long time, so I invited her to join me for pizza and wine at a little Italian restaurant just off campus. It was a small place that did a lot of takeout orders, so there were only a few small tables. The tables were so small that the pizza pans had to be placed on top of the napkin dispensers. The Kanti wine was served in a glass half liter bottle. We started talking about ourselves. She was very interested in the fact that I had been adopted by a gypsy. While she was telling me about herself she told me that she preferred the company of females. It was not a big leap from that to her admitting that she was a lesbian.

When she told me that she thought I was very attractive I reached across the table to stroke her fingers. She suggested that I accompany her to her home because she lived just a few blocks away.

As soon as we paid the bill I rode with her in her car to her home. It was a modern rebuilt house with a rebuilt kitchen that had tan granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances. It was located on a slope that had a nice view from the front window. She was justly proud of her home. When we made our way to her bedroom we clung to each other as we kissed. Theresa stared undressing me as we made our way to the bed.

She was an attractive natural blonde herself with blue eyes a warm smile that begged to be kissed. She had a slender figure that was about five-feet four tall. Her breasts were a 36-C size. And she had traces of freckled on her shoulders and across her chest. Her areolas were small and her nipples were inverted. She also shaved her vulva very close. Hers was the first pussy I ever ate that wasn’t covered in pubic hair. When I rimmed her asshole I had a made her my lover right away. I was her lover all the way through my undergraduate years. Marla even joined us for threesomes.
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I have never regretted my choice of lovers.

2 thoughts on “Gypsy Fortune Teller

  1. Lovely tease and fine first time. Mine was not as romatic but very wild and hot. That is tghe magic every girl knows straight or us and it sure can be amazing. Thank you for sharing it with us darling

  2. Interesting story. A nice flow and the details aren’t bad. I’d like to see more detail in the characters.

    Hope to see more from you as it’s always nice to find new authors and it’s looking like you’ll be another.

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