Date: 9 Jan 2002 17:09:49 -0800
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Tangier  2 The Gypgy ( Adult Youth f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a girl and an old woman.  If this
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                          Tangier 2
                          The Gypsy
                             By
                            Jan


	In Morocco most of the Islamic community look at
women that are into astrology and tarot cards as witches.  They
frightened their children with stories that if they don't behave
that these old witches will kidnap them and eat them.  Even my
mother would frighten me with these stories.

	There was an old woman in our village that was a gypsy
from Casablanca.  The locals called her a djin (witch).  The
stories about her in the village ran a full circle of outlandish
stories.  Any male or female that is not married attracts a lot of
speculation about them and are suspect.  The stories about her
ran from her being a prostitute in the old days when Morocco
was under French rule to her being in the slave trade.  They said
that she practiced black magic at night by the light of the moon.
If anyone got sick or was missing it was rumored that she had
gotten even with them for doing something to her.

 	The sun had aged and dried out her skin so that she was
dark and leathery looking.  But her eyes were a gray blue color
that shone against her weathered face.  She must have been a
very attractive woman when she was young.  Most Berbers
have dark eyes so she would have been very striking in her
youth.

	Because she advertised that she reads the stars, cards and
hands the rumors ran wild the she was a witch and she was in
league with the devil and she got her money by witchcraft.  She
owned several buildings in town.  My mother even told me that
if I didn't behave that she would make me disappear or worse.
I wondered what was the worse she could do to me.   I didn't
believe that she was a witch and I was curious about her.

	One day when I went to market with my mother. We
were moving through the street stalls and she was looking for
things for the house.  Mom was bartering over the price of some
very expensive lamps that she wanted for the house.  I was
bored and wondered off.  That is when I met the djin for the
first time.

	When I heard a "pssst" sound and saw the djin.  She was
motioning me to come close.  She was in a black haik (the
typical robes worn by Berber women) with the lower part of her
face concealed behind the black material.  All that was visible
was her withered hands and those gray eyes that looked like
stars in a dark sky.  She had natural dark shadows around her
eye sockets.  Her eye lashes were very dark and long.  They
looked very seductive.  She had a long face that went with her
tall slim body.

	When she called me Lubna I was shocked that she knew
my name?  I asked, "How do you know my name?"

	She chuckled when she told me that she had known my
mother when my mother was growing up even before she
married my father.  She told me she had known about me from
the day I was born and had watched me grow up.  She told me
that she was impressed with how tall and well developed I had
become.

	I felt a little uncomfortable talking to her because of the
stories about her and that she seemed to know so much about
me. I figured I better get back to my mother's side for safety.  I
said, "Mom was probably looking for me."

	The djin said, "Your mother is bartering over the price of
lamps and would be busy for hours.  Why don't you join me for
a cup of tea?"

	I can't say why I found her very compelling as if I had
known her all my life.  I simply took her hand and followed her
to the side of one of the buildings she owned and up the stairs
to her home over the building.

	When we reached the top of the stairs there was a patio
that was shaded from the sun with rattan furniture before you
reached the front door to her home!  She opened the door and
guided me inside.  It was a large spacious structure.  I'm sure it
had been built as a storage room for the business below.  She
had it remodeled into large spacious rooms and had running
water in her kitchen and bathroom.  The windows had tilt out
shutters that were cut into a flower pattern to let the air pass
through the building to cool the rooms and shade the sun out
while providing privacy from prying eyes on the ground below.
It was a comfortable living room with rich area carpeting and
very nice brass lamps and decorations around the room.

	She excused herself to make the tea and told me to make
myself at home.  While she left the room to make the tea I was
looking at the old gold framed pictures on the tables in the
room.  There were pictures of her when she was young and it
was true that she was a very pretty woman in her youth.  There
were pictures of a French colonel in some of them.  Some of
them were of him in an army uniform with her.  She had a
beaming face of a young girl in full bloom of love.  Then there
were pictures of them older and living in a wet green place on a
hillside with grape vines in neat rows rolling over the hillside.  I
figured that these pictures must be someplace in France.

	The djin returned with a tray with a tea pot, cups on
saucers and with sweets on a plate.  She had removed the veil
from her head.  I noticed that her hair was gray.  She saw me
standing in front of the pictures looking at them.  She told me
that she had married a Frenchman and lived in Oise, Comiegne
area growing wine grapes until her husband had died of cancer.

	That is where I took up the study of astrology.  I am not
the witch that everyone thinks I am, but it does come in handy
letting the myth go on that I am an old maid witch because the
locals are reluctant to cheat me in fear that I will punish them
with black magic.  Please don't dispel the rumors about me.
Then she smiled at me with all the charm she had.

	I could not help but respond that I would never tell
anyone what I knew about her.  That brought another smile to
her face.

	We sat down and drank our tea as she told me about
astrology, taro cards and palm reading.  She took my hand and
looked at the lines in my palm and traced the lines with her
fingernail.  She told me that I would soon be traveling a long
distance to a place here it would be cold.  I was thrilled that she
was telling me that I would see places I had only looked at in
books.  The thought of foreign travel to exotic places thrilled
me and seemed so impossible.  As we finished our tea, she told
me that I better get back to the market before my mother missed
me.

	As we stood to walk to the door she took my hand in both
of hers and let me to the door.  She asked me to visit her
anytime I liked as she kissed the palm of my hand.  I promised
that I would visit tomorrow after school.

	The next day I made plans to visit the djin by telling my
mother I was going to the library after school.  After school I
rushed to town and checked the store owned by the djin before
running up the stairs to knock on the door to her home.

	When the door opened the djin was standing there in the
black lightweight robe of a Berber without the Veil over her
head.  She had a warm smile on her face.  She ushered me into
her home and sat me down at a small circular table near the
kitchen.  We had a pot of tea and spice bread as we talked.  She
told me her name was Zohoor.  I was surprised at her real name
it was nothing like what I would have thought her name would
have been.

	I asked, "Don't you get offended that people call you a
djin?"

	Zohoor smiled and told me, "A djin can be good or bad, I
belong to the good djin family.  Any magic that bring pleasure
is good majic.  I do not practice black magic.  Then she
chuckled playfully at her personal joke.

	She went on to tell me the history of gypsies and taro
cards.  As far as they know gypsies spread out of India many
thousands of years ago.  Some of them settled in Egypt where
the science of taro was born.  That was long before the religion
of Islam was born.  That is one reason the followers of Islam
fear what they say is a cult and mistrust gypsies.  The gypsies
brought the science to Morocco.  They took it to Spain and
Europe too.  As gypsies moved from one country to another
because they were driven out of each country they were forced
to remain separate from other cultures.  The way we have been
treated over time works both ways.  We don't trust non gypsies
and for that reason when times get bad we are rounded up and
expelled from countries and at worst they try and exterminate
us.

	She told me all about their belief that everyone's future is
told in the stars and how taro cards would tell the future of a
person.  She told me she wanted to do a taro reading for me.

	When I agreed she got out a deck of Tarot cards from a
cabinet behind her and sat down again at the round table.  She
adjusted her Haik under the table. Then she picked up the cards
and was about to shuffle them when the cards slipped out of her
hands falling under the table all over the floor.  She got a hurt
look on her face and apologized for her clumsiness.

	Before she could move her chair back to pick them up off
the floor I got under the table and began gathering up the old
worn taro cards.  I moved around the table's center leg to gather
up all the cards.  When I got in front of her I looked up her and
her Haik was pulled up above her lap.  She was nude from the
waist down.  She may have been old and leathery but looking at
her dark legs excited me.  I could smell her strong smelling
pussy.

	I moved close and put my hands on her bare thighs and
moved my face close to her hairy cunt.  Zohoor rested her
hands on the back of my head.  When she could not stand it any
more she pulled my head into the middle of her womanhood.
She was talking to me in a language that I didn't under stand.  It
sure was not Arabic or French.

	I was intrigued by those words.  She repeated them like a
prayer or an incantation.  Then she started make guttural sounds
in her throat as she climaxed.  I didn't need to ask because she
produced her juicy potion that felt hot in my throat.

	I asked her what she was saying while I was kissing her
between her legs.  She told me that is was an old gypsy prayer.
She was bestowing a prayer for my long life and that only the
fest things fill my life.

	When Zohoor relaxed she pulled me up and gathered me
into her arms she kissed my mouth as carried me into her
bedroom.  She laid me on the bed and undressed me like she
was undressing a baby for bed.  When I was totally nude she
spread my legs open and went to the foot of the bed and lay
between my legs and did things to my cunt with her tongue.
She had each nipple in between her fingers.  I was humping my
hips off the bed as she kissed my cunt.  When I was spent and
she had sucked my cunt dry we rested there on her bed.

	I knew that this would not be the last time I would visit
her.  I was practically her sex slave for months.  She taught me
things about making love to a woman that I had never thought
of before.  I would never have believed how thrilling it would
be to have someone kiss and lick my toes and feet or the back
of my knees.  It drove me crazy when she kissed the inside of
my thighs for long periods of time.  Then feel as she licked the
inside of my ears.  The thrill of her kiss on my neck where she
could feel my pulse throb drove me insane.  The feel of her
mouth on my young budding breasts leaving wet love bits could
almost make me climax.  When she would roll me over and
give my back a tongue bath I would be dying for her to kiss the
spheres of my ass.  Zohoor was such an ardent lover that she
worshiped my anus too.  Many time I had two or three climaxes
before she even touched my vagina.  Oh!  She never failed to do
that to me before she would let me go home.

	I was just as anxious to explore her body too.  I learned
that she had been a sun bather in her youth and that is why she
was so dark and weathered now.  I still loved her dark labia and
anus.  I found that it was sweet to taste her there.

	One night after I had visited Zohoor after school I got so
sexually excited that masturbation was not going to be enough
so I slipped out of the house.  My father was away on business
and my mother was at a relatives house visiting.  So I felt free
to return to Zohoor's for a night cap to put me to sleep.

	When I got to the landing on her building I heard the
sound of women's voices coming from inside the home.  Rather
than knock on the door I went to the nearest shuttered window
and looked in to the living room through the screen.  What I
saw was the biggest shock of my life.

	There on the floor totally nude was my mother between
the legs of Zohoor sucking the pussy I had been sucking only a
few hours ago.  I heard her asking if Lubna was as good as she
was when she was my age.  Zohoor told her that I was
becoming a very experienced lover.  My mother asked if I was
ready to find out that her mother was a lover of women yet.
Zohoor responded, "I want to introduce Lubna to the idea of
making love to other women before I let her know that her
mother and I have been lovers from the time that her mother
was a young girl.

	I was standing there watching the sight of my mother
making love to this woman and my panties were dripping wet
without me even touching myself.  I watched them change
places and Zohoor made love to my mother with all ardor that
she had done to me just hours ago.

	I quietly went home to think about what I had just seen.
It was a sleepless night.  I was still in deep thought in the
morning when I was having breakfast before going to school.
Mother even notices my distraction and asked what my problem
was.

	Then I looked at her I was embarrassed because I could
see her nude body and the face of Zohoor's face between her
legs.  I denied having a problem and left for school.

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