Tangier

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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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