The Fortune Teller, Chapter 1

The Fortune Teller

Chapter One - Haight/Ashbury, San Francisco 1967

Purple Haze all in my brain
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky

Purple Haze all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me

-The Jimi Hendrix Experience, 1967

The stereo was blaring. The lava-lamp was bright fuchsia. The black light shone on the posters on the wall. They were almost hypnotic to look at. One showed a castle that had bright lime highlights under the light. The other showed a long haired Knight that was raised up upon a white stallion with bright orange and yellow highlights under the lights.

Someone passed me a joint which I was taking a drag on when I heard what I thought was a small scream coming from the hallway. I got up off of the couch handing the joint off to my friend Jay as I passed him.

As I walked into the hallway I found a struggle between some oaf named Hal and a girl that was too young to be in the house-- but was.

“Come on you want it, you bitch, don’t tell me that you DON’T!” he said in a smoldering rasp.

I grabbed him and spun him around to face me. His scowl changed immediately into smirk. “What the fuck! Oh, Man, what the hell are you interrupting me and my “new friend” for?”

“First, I think “your friend” is too young to have been invited here. Second, I have a guess that she is not all that attracted to you. Third, oh, Back the Fuck Off of Her Hal!”

“Yeah, What the Fuck, MAN, are you gonna do about it? HUH!?!” he rasped further as the young girl quaked in the background.

“Just this,” I said somewhat casually as I rammed my right elbow into his exposed adam’s apple.

The blow rammed his head against the wall and he collapsed immediately down upon the floor.

I grabbed the hand of the young lady and took her back out to the living room as Hal gasped for air.

“Man, does your date want a beer or what?” my friend Dave said as we passed the kitchen on our way back to the living room.

“”No, Man, but I do,” I said grabbing the bottle from his hand.

I sat the two of us down upon the couch.

“So, little girl, What the hell are you doing here?” I said somewhat pissed and somewhat relieved at having “rescued” her.

She looked at me with her soulful brown eyes and lovely olive-skin face.

“They said there was a party....” she said slowly and somewhat sheepishly.

“Well, YEAH,” a blurted out. “How the fuck old are you, little girl?”

“Um, 18 um-- just last week.”

“Oh, great, you know that you shouldn’t be here?”

“O.K. ‘Daddy’-” she said with both sarcasm and sincerity. “Um, Thanks, --that was really cool....”

The moment was a little surreal. I felt that I knew her...but that was impossible... or so I thought.

“So, um, Do you like Hendrix?” I said trying to not be too hard on her.

“Oh, Man, Hendrix is the coolest!” she squealed in a way that made us both somehow excited about our meeting.

“What’s your favorite group?”

“I don’t know--- I love the Stones...But the Beatles are really groovy too!”

“Have you heard any Jefferson Airplane?”

“Well, yeah, I guess...”

Her reaction told me that she probably had not

“Hey, Jay, put on ‘Surrealistic Pillow’ next, ‘K Man?” I shouted out over the blaring guitar rifts.

“Oh, Man that shit is sooo cool!” he yelled back.

Soon we could hear Grace Slick singing:

When the truth is shown to be lies
and all the joy within you dies

Out of nowhere the young teen reached over and, placing her arms around my neck, pulled me over and started to kiss me as passionately as I have ever been kissed. Then she really surprised me by pulling away and starting to sing along:

Don’t you want somebody to love?
Don’t you need somebody to love?

I couldn’t help but kiss her back. And really enjoyed it too. I pulled back and looked at her. She radiated some emotional response to me that I should not have understood but somehow did.

“What’s your name, little girl?” I said somewhat breathlessly as I momentarily pulled myself away from her.

“My name is michelle. What’s yours, Daddy?”

“My name is Mark.”

Your eyes, I said, your eyes may say they look like his,
but in your head, baby, I’m afraid,
You don’t know where it is-

Her lips reached outwards towards mine in a way that felt so familiar....it was so very odd...We continued to kiss and kiss. Her mouth was warm and welcoming for my probing tongue.

Don’t you want somebody to love?
Don’t you need somebody to love?
Wouldn’t you love somebody to love?
You’d better find somebody to love....

I pulled away suddenly and, suddenly quite serious, I looked into her innocent eyes and blurted out,

“You know when you call me your Daddy it’s something special, don’t you? You’re telling me something about yourself and how you want to be treated. Do you know that?”

“Oh, Daddy, would you rather I called you Poppa?” she replied quite sincerely and really sweetly.

She stared into my blue eyes perhaps seeing something in me like I saw in her.

“Poppa or Daddy, it don’t matter none. What I’m really asking you, baby, is about something inside of you. Are you looking to be with an older man because you really want him to be your ‘Daddy’? Do you understand what I’m asking you here?”

“I think so,” she said slowly and not with much confidence.

“Well?”

“I’ve always wanted older men. The boys my age are really awkward and BORING. PLUS, they don’t really know much about loving a woman or well, um, little girl, you know?”

“And you want to be treated like a little girl?”

“Sorta yes and sorta no. I want to be his woman, you know man? But I want him to be my strong ‘Daddy’ who will love me and take care of me...”

“And?”

“And I want my ‘Daddy’ to love me! But to love me like his woman. I just thought that that would be soooo groovy, ya know?” she nervously explained.

“Come with me,” I said rising to my feet and holding out my hand.

She placed her small hand in mine as we walked out of the house and down Haight the two blocks to my house.

We entered the small house. I grabbed a half-smoked joint out of the ashtray that was on the sofa.

“So, if you want me to be your Daddy you are going to have to obey me and my rules. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Oh, no Sir.”

“Are you good at obeying commands?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, I’ll tell you that the best little girls never argue and are always polite. You will say “Please” when asking for something and “Thank You” whether or not you are granted what you’ve asked for. Do you understand and agree to this?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank You Sir.”

I smiled at her and reached over and kissed her once more.

“Good girl.”

She smiled a smile of surprising satisfaction just then. She was “The one” that I had been looking for, I could tell already. She was submissive and obedient and really wanted to give pleasure. And there was this absolute longing in her eyes when she looked at me. I had seen this before....a long, long time ago I thought. She had a hunger to be with me. I FELT this so strongly just then. The whole thing was almost surreal.

“Now I’m going to kiss you again in a moment and I want you to kiss me back but as you do I want you to inhale the smoke from my mouth. Does that bother you at all, little girl?”

“Oh, No Daddy, I want to kiss you too.”

I motioned for the two of us to sit on the couch. I lit the joint and inhaled fully. I held the smoke in my lungs for a good long while and then I grabbed the young woman and pulled her up against me as I started to kiss and kiss her. As I tongued the beautiful, soft underside of her tongue I started to exhale the smoke into her mouth. She inhaled the “gift” as she continued to kiss me back. We did this several times in a row.

“So, do you enjoy getting stoned with Daddy?”

“Oh, Wow, Daddy yes, thank you, it’s soooo cool. WOW, Thank you.”

“Now Daddy is going to start removing your clothing,” I said casually as I started to unbutton her blouse. “You want Daddy to take your clothes off and make you feel good don’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy, Please kiss me more, Please?”

“Daddy is going to kiss you all over your body. He’s going to make you feel Very, very good,” I said softly as I removed her bra.

She had lovely “pert” breasts that had small dark brown nipples that were standing out in obvious excitement. I started to kiss and lick her neck as I reached downward and started to caress her soft, silky tits and worked slowly toward her anxious nipples.

“Tell your Daddy how much you want him to make you feel good.”

“OOoooohhh please, Daddy,” she said softly.

I squeezed her luxurious tits which caused her erect nipples to stand out even more. I licked and kissed slowly up and down her left breast making sure to avoid her stiff, brown aureola. Then I started to flick her nipple back and forth with my tongue which caused michelle to gasp in pleasure. Soon I was giving her right breast the attention that it deserved. Suddenly she was moaning with her eyes closed as I continued to stimulate her. After making sure that she was VERY aroused with my breast play, I proceeded to crush her tits together so that I could lick both of her extremely hard nipples simultaneously.

“Daddy, this is sooo weird,” she purred.

I grabbed both of her excited nipples as I rose up to look once more into her pretty face.

I kissed her briefly on the lips and asked, “What’s weird, little girl?”

“Ooohhhhhhhhhh This Daddy...I feel like we’ve....ohhhhhhh that’s so good...We’ve done--”

“We’ve done this before, babygirl?”

“Ohhh yesss, but that is not possible....”

“I feel the same thing, babygirl,” I said in between kisses. “And, yeah, it’s wonderfully weird...”

I pinched and pulled on her nipples even harder.

“Plus you don’t look right.....oooohhhhh please don’t stop.....ohhhhh......Seen you in dreams.... ooohhhhhhh yessss.....plllleeeaasseee.....”

“Darling babygirl, I love finding a special little girl,” I said looking into her lust-filled eyes. “I’ve been searching for my special little girl.---for a long time....” my voice trailed off.

I stood up and pulled her up with me. “Just say ‘Please make me feel good again, Daddy’”

“Daddy, will you please-”

And before she could finish I covered her mouth and once again explored her mouth with my own. This time I reached down and stripped off her “bell-bottom” jeans and her conservative white panties.

Her teenage “pubes” were completely covered with lots of thick curly black hairs.

“Oh, that just won’t do, my dear,” I said while shaking my head no.

“What Daddy?” she asked in obvious disappointment.

“The next time you shave you need to shave off all your pubic hairs.”

“But, why Daddy?”

“Because little girls don’t have hair there, silly girl,” I explained while smiling.

I got down on my knees in front of her and grabbed her legs and spread her open before me. Soon I was diving into her beautiful pussy with my lips and tongue. She gasped in near ecstasy at the sensations that my experienced mouth started giving her. She had sweet labia lips that pouted outward and seemed to grow slightly with each lashing of my tongue. Soon she was moaning her encouragement as I moved up to her hardening clitoris. I pulled her maidenhead into my experienced mouth and very slightly and very skillfully started to grind my teeth against her “g” spot.

“Oh Daddy! Oh Daddy! No one’s ever done anything like that to me before. OOohhhhhh Goddddddddddddd, yyeeeessssssss Dddddddaaaaddddddyyyyyyyyyyy yesssss!”

“You LOVE Daddy’s mouth, don’t you?”

“Oh my god, YES! YES! Oh, my god, Oh, my god, Oh, my god, Oh, my god,” she repeated softly.

I stuck my long tongue into her now open, gushing pussy hole and started tongue fucking her. In and out, in and out my tongue poked her as if it were a small prick. She started wildly bucking, pushing and thrusting her pussy upwards to drive my tongue as far inward as possible. All the time she was making deep and loud moans of pure sexual satisfaction. Somehow I knew exactly what she wanted me to do and did it.

“How can I please you!?! Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” she managed to moan out. “Please, Please you--oooohhhhh--What, Daddy!?! OH! God! Ppppllleeeaasseeee?”

I certainly knew that I needed to strip off my Levi's and underwear just then. She stared at my hardening cock with such wonder and eagerness that I wish I could take that picture and frame it. I took her small hand and placed it right in the middle of my pulsating shaft.

“Tell Daddy how much you want to please his cock.”

“Daddy, please let me please your cock,” she said while lowering her head towards it as if she was hypnotized by it. “Oh plleeeaassee..” her voice trailed off as she started to kiss and lick my thick cockhead.

“Good girl. That’s pleases your Daddy very much,” I encouraged her as I started to slowly stroke her thick brunette hair with my right hand. “You will reach down and continue to make yourself feel good by playing with your pussy.”

My instruction was immediately obeyed as she started to slowly stroke my cock shaft with her other hand while continuing to kiss and lick my excited cockhead.

“You will not let yourself orgasm without asking my permission,” I said calmly as she started to give me increasing pleasure with her hand and mouth. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy, but-” she said while temporarily removing her mouth from me.

“But WHAT little girl?”

“I’ve never had an orgasm before,” she said somewhat sheepishly and a little embarrassed in her admission. But then she looked back at the throbbing cock and she got the most wonderful “cat-ate-the-canary” look on her face.

“Really?” I chuckled slightly. “Man, we’re gonna sure change that!”

Without taking her eyes off of my cock she said softly, “Let me make it orgasm with my mouth Daddy. (she kissed it) Will you teach me how to make it orgasm? (she kissed it again) Please let me make it orgasm inside my mouth. I want to swallow your sperm. (She kissed it a third time) Please let me swallow your hot Daddy sperm, Please?”

Her plea was completely innocent and genuine. And soooo sexy in her eagerness to please me.

“Open your mouth,” I instructed. (She did) “Now as I put my cock into your mouth you should use your tongue on it and massage it.”

She started to try this as I slowly pushed my erection into her anxiously awaiting oral cavity.

“As I push farther into the back of your mouth you need to try to keep from gagging. You’ll need to try to relax from this reflex. Now as I pull outward (which I started to do) you should take your hand and massage gently the exposed part as I pull back.”

She adapted to me very quickly and it occurred to me that maybe she felt a strange sensation of knowing how to please me too.

Soon she was giving me wonderful, sensual oral sex. She kept looking up at my deep blue eyes longing for my approval.

I grabbed the back of her head and intertwined my fingers with her thick brunette hair at the base of her skull and started to move her head back and forth faster and faster.

“That’s right babygirl. You’re doing that so good for your Daddy. Good girl! Good fuckin’ girl! Now, get ready to swallow it. You’re going make your Daddy cum so good in that pretty little girl mouth. Ohhh yeah, babygirl. Ohh yeaahhhhhh...”

My voice started to trail off as my cock exploded into the back of her throat. I started to spew and spew my cum as she did her best to try not to gag and please her new “Daddy”.

AND THEN EVERYTHING WENT BLACK.
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I thought I had passed out somehow or something. I was completely disoriented as I found my hands resting upon some globe-like object. I heard a familiar voice and felt my shoulders being shaken gently.

“Mr. Ford? Mr. Ford can you hear me? You’re back again” I heard the female voice saying gently as she shook me one last time.

“What? What the hell?” I finally managed to mutter as I reoriented myself.

“Mr. Ford, what year is it?”

“It’s 1967---wait---DAMN!”

“No, Mr. Ford, you’re back in 2007 again remember?” the older woman said softly as she took up her normal place across the table from me.

It came rushing back to me and I was certainly a little pissed at being “interrupted”.

“Lucinda, What the hell?” I finally managed to complain.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ford but your time was up 15 minutes ago and I waited as long as I could hold the spell,” the Fortune Teller confided.

“Damn, Lucinda it was just at the good part,” I said still trying to get my bearings.

“So, tell me was it her?” the sliver haired woman asked with a sly smile on her face.

“Yeah, yep, it was her. But it couldn’t be me that time, could it?”

“No, Mr. Ford, she was with a different man that time. Besides, you had already been born into this life in 1967, hadn’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I was 8 or 9 years old. So, YEAH, it couldn’t be me that time. THAT was weird, being someone else....”

I reached into my wallet and handed the Fortune Teller my credit card for payment.

“She’s, um, no longer that girl either, is she?”

“No, she not, Mr. Ford. No, she’s not. Thank you for visiting me again, Mr. Ford,” she said handing me back my credit card.

“What happened to her, Lucinda? Do you know?” I asked.

“She died of a heroin overdose in 1973, in San Francisco.”

“Oh, wow, that’s-that’s tough. What happened to Mark?”

“He had been married to her for four years when she died. I’m sorry, Mr. Ford, but I must get to my next appointment.”

That last bit of news really shook me up a bit. I had only spent a short moment with the young “hippie chick” and had completely fallen in love with her. But, of course, I always loved michelle wherever I would find her.......

As I turned my black Mercedes out of the Fortune Teller’s driveway I switched on the radio for the long drive home. Much to my surprise it was the last part of another Jimi Hendrix song playing:

(Well) I know, I know, you'll probably scream and cry
that your little world won't let you go
But who in your measly little world, (-uh)
are you tryin' to prove to that you're
made out of gold and-uh, can't be sold
So-uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced? (-uh)
Well, I have
Uh, let me prove it to you,
yeah

-The Jimi Hendrix Experience, 1967

As I drove down the highway tears started streaming down my face.....
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This is Chapter One of a Special Valentine, with Much Love, for the beautiful, and very groovy, "hippie chick" michelle......

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