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.

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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.

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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.