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Curse Of The Black Gypsy
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

I didn't mean to hit her with my car. I never saw her... 
But that didn't matter. She put a curse on me that I now 
have to live with... (M/f, 1st, intr, cheat, size, 
magic)

***

Author's Note: This fantasy falls under the category 
with "Ebony Queen" as one of my "overly ambitious" story 
idea.

But unlike "Ebony Queen", I have actually been looking 
forward to writing this one and while "Ebony Queen" was 
purposely a two-parter "Curse Of The Black Gypsy" is a 
standalone story I MAY do sequels too, I do have more 
ideas for the cursed main character. We'll have to wait 
and see... For now, enjoy the overly ambitious "Curse Of 
The Black Gypsy".

***

Why did my wife's flight to go visit her sick mother out 
of the country have to be in the middle in the middle of 
the forsaken night?!?

I sighed, my hands gripping the wheel tighter. I didn't 
necessarily hate driving at night, but I had my moments 
of strong dislike for it.

Like when I'm driving down an eerily dark road back from 
the airport. This was a main road, for goodness sake, 
where were all the friggin' streetlights?

There were no streetlights, no moon, no discernible 
stars...

That was when it happened.

It was so dark out I never saw her until it was too 
late.  I was lucky I hadn't killed her!

When I jumped out of my car I noticed the moon come out 
from behind some thick clouds.

A full moon.

Not that I'm superstitious or anything mind you.

I went around to the front of the car. Even with the 
headlights behind me now the moon shone brightly and the 
figure lying in the road. It was an old Black woman. 
Dressed like... a... gypsy?

I gently lifted her up and equally as gently laid her in 
the back seat of my car.

I rushed her to the nearest hospital. As I drove she 
seemed to have regained consciousness and began to 
speak.

"You will pay for what you have done. I place this curse 
upon you, now you will know the plight of the Black 
man." She spoke more words in what sounded like a 
European tongue [Romanian?].

At the hospital, they said nothing was actually broken 
as I waited for the police to come and question me.

They checked out my story and confirmed the incident 
wasn't my fault.

The streetlights WERE out all along the road where I had 
hit her. They weren't broken. And the electric company 
confirmed there was nothing wrong with the streetlights 
for them to be out.

That night, I didn't sleep well. I dreamed about that 
scene in The Wolfman when the old gypsy woman tells 
Larry Talbot about the curse.

***

When I woke the next day I didn't FEEL different.

When I looked in the bathroom mirror I didn't look 
different either.

I showered, dressed and left for work.

The day passed by as it ordinarily did. Nothing out of 
the ordinary. That night I decided to go to bed early. I 
stripped naked, threw on my robe but left it open as I 
went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After, passing through the darkened kitchen, I decided 
to look out the window. It was something I always saw my 
father doing growing up, never knew WHY he did it, 
though.

I could see right into the neighbor's bathroom next 
door. They were a Black family and the fifteen year old 
daughter was in the bathroom, naked!

Her body wasn't as bad as I had thought, her belly was a 
tad big but I loved her large butt, thighs and massive 
tits. She must've been a 42DDD at least!

I had never cheated on my wife of twenty years before. 
Never even LOOKED at another woman. And here I was 
staring at this young Black teen - and I'd never even 
thought of Black women sexually ever - and I had never 
felt this horny before.

I reached down to stroke my cock. I was already hard.

But something was wrong.

I turned on the kitchen light and nearly fainted.

My cock seemed to double in size! My normally 7" cock 
was now 13" long! And like three times as thick!

Overcome by shock, I staggered to the bedroom and 
collapsed on the bed. I lost consciousness.

When my alarm woke me in the morning I looked around in 
a daze. Where was I? Oh, yeah... In bed.

But why was I laying ON TOP of the covers and why was I 
still in my robe?

Then I remembered.

I looked down. My cock LOOKED normal. I took it in my 
hand. I began to stroke it.

And it grew.

And grew.

And grew!

Shit, It hadn't been a dream!

I began to laugh. So this was "the plight of the Black 
man", my "curse"? Didn't seem like much of a curse to 
me. Then I thought about trying to get it into my wife's 
pussy and that sobered me up quick.

I got up and showered. My cock had softened back to its 
"normal" size. I dressed and went to work.

I decided to leave work early. I got home just in time 
to see the girl next door come home from school. I knew 
her parents worked until long after I normally got out 
of work.

I had already made up my mind.

I headed next door and rang the doorbell. The girl 
answered it.

"Yes?"

"Hi, I'm your neighbor next door," I said.

Recognition seemed to cross her pretty young face.

"Oh, yeah!" She smiled. "You're, ummm... Mr. Geminelli, 
right? Hi!"

"That's me," I smiled. "But you can call me Jim."

"Hi, Jim. I'm Patrianna. But everyone calls me Patty."

"Well, hi, Patty. I came by because I was wondering, my 
wife is going to be away for a while and I could use 
some help around the house.

Would you be interested, Patty?"

"Sure!"

"Of course I'd pay you," I added.

"It would be nice to have my own money," She said, eyes 
twinkling. "When do you need me to start?"

"How about now?" I asked. "Unless you have homework..."

"Nah! I finished that in Study Class last period," Patty 
said as she came out and closed the front door behind 
her.

She walked ahead of me talking as we went. I was staring 
at her huge butt as it swayed in her obscenely tight 
jeans like a pendulum sort of.

And my cock which had started hardening when she opened 
her front door was now rock hard.

I had purposely wore a loose-fitting sweat suit, the 
sweatshirt was extra long too. I had stuffed my cock in 
my old jock strap to keep it straight. So when it 
hardened, it pushed up past the waistband of the jock 
strap and the elastic waistband of the sweatpants.

I pushed opened the front door and let Patty go in 
first.

"So what did you need me to do first?" She asked, back 
still to me as I closed and locked the front door.

"This," I said as I lifted the sweatshirt and pushed 
down my sweatpants.

Patty turned and gasped, frozen to the spot.

"Oh, shit! I didn't know White people had big dicks like 
that!" She exclaimed.

Hell. Neither did I. Until yesterday.

"That's what I need you to do," I grinned. "Can you 
handle it, Patty?"

"I sure hope so, Jim!" She purred, taking it in her 
hand. "Damn, it really is real... It's so warm and I can 
feel it pulsing in my hand..."

Patty let go of my cock and began to undress. My cock 
throbbed at the sight of seeing her naked close up.

She noticed. "You must really like my body, huh?" Patty 
giggled, looking embarrassed but pleased.

"Hell yeah!" I gushed.

She giggled again.

Since I had said I needed her help around the house, I 
decided to start by fucking her right there. I bent 
Patty over and took her from behind.

She gasped as my massive cock entered her. She was hot 
and wet but tight for my "new and improved" cock.

I leaned down and cupped her massive, heavy tits as I 
began to pump in and out of her.

"Mmmm," Patty moaned. "Love you huge dick..."

I kneaded her tits roughly as I fucked her faster and 
harder. Patty came a lot. More than my wife. Though I 
had been fucking my wife with a lot less.

The more Patty came, the wetter and more relaxed her 
pussy became and I was able to fuck my teen twat deeper 
and deeper, though I never got all of it in her.

Patty was gasping and groaning, her full-figured body 
writhing and her pussy humping back around my cock 
hornily. When she came she really knew how to clamp that 
pussy around my shaft, damn! Patty held on to my cock 
for dear life!

I straightened up, letting go of her amazing tits - I'd 
have more time for them later - and grabbing her wide 
hips. I slammed into her harder.

She shrieked loudly. "Abuse my Black pussy with that 
monster White cock!" She screamed deliciously.

I was definitely in the mood to abuse her pussy. My wife 
would never be into sex like this and I was enjoying 
cutting loose, especially with a young girl like Patty.
	
I never lasted so long for my wife either. Some curse, 
huh? I fucked Patty for about an hour when I finally 
dumped a torrential amount of cum into her cunt.

I was far from done, though. I kept Patty there for at 
least four hours, fucking her in every room and in every 
position we could think of, I even tit-fucked her once. 
Next time I'd have to try out her Black butt.

I handed her forty bucks, Patty thanked me for a great 
afternoon and left.

Not long after she left my wife called.

"How are things over there?" She asked.

"Ehhh, you know, the usual," I replied in a bored tone 
[I hoped]. "How's things over there?"

"Mom's not doing too well," My wife said. "I think it 
helps though now that I'm here."

"That's good," I said with all sincerity. "Take as long 
as you need."

"I will. Thank you for understanding." We talked a few 
more minutes then finally hung up.

I lay back, hands behind my head. So, what could I do to 
pass the next month or possibly longer...? I grinned to 
myself at the possibilities... 

THE END

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