Red Cherry blossoms. Bols Blue Curacao. October windy breeze. Evening lit scenery. Lamar planned everything for a night alone with Mia. Their relationship was as strong as ever, and its health made him proudest. Lamar and his siblings experienced what most would call a toxic family environment, but that was a surface-level view of what happened. The truth was his family was cursed into depravity itself. Long ago, in 1870, in Macon, Georgia, near the fall line of the Ocmulgee River, a man named James L. Grey was a prominent black leader in a growing town of African Americans striving to improve their lives during the Reconstruction Era. James was so versatile and cunning.
He knew when to be serious yet also remained laid-back. He was 6ft tall with deep, richly tanned skin, had a voice as smooth as silk, and was sharp as a knife. He was a friend to all and even managed to get along with the white people in the neighboring town. His ability and wit gave him his most infamous nickname, Lucky. A man like him had the favor of God to lift his family out of poverty and his community. Looks can be deceiving, although Lucky changed his family line forever. 1870 was the turning point in the Grey family. Lucky played an active role in building the black community, but what he did behind closed doors would ultimately lead to his destruction. Lucky wasn't known to have many partners, although women had a keen eye for him. However, when he loved, he did so without a thought. You can say he thought with his dick. You can even say it was lust, but one clear thing was that there was passion.
Holy Rock Missionary Baptist Church was a cornerstone in the black community. It was the first line of defense when the community was in need. Even though Macon was a developing town at the time, there was never a homeless person in sight. 'We love our own, we fight for our own, and we take care of our own' was a motto that the town agreed on, and the church was the glue that made that happen. The church was led by Head Pastor Michael Warren and his wife, Bertha Jean, also known as Betty. Pastor Warren was a holy man. Too holy. He often would enjoy the company of men more than his wife, and during intercourse, it would seem he would get more pleasure from saying Jesus' name than the touch of Betty. For years, this was something Betty had to endure, but she eventually grew tired of it.
God, at times, has a funny sense of humor. What do you get when a Pastor and the First Lady meet with a man like Lucky late one Sunday evening after communion? The moral answer should be a good conversation, to say the most and nothing at the least. An obvious answer would be a curse, but that would lack the nuance of this tale. To put it briefly, after the meeting between the two parties, they left and went home, but Betty didn't stay there. She was drawn to Lucky, and after 10 years of a sexless marriage, she was eager to find fulfillment. It started with, "Hello, Lucky. Can I talk to you?" but it changed to a different tune five minutes later when Betty disrobed and showed her lace garment. Lucky knew the possibilities when he allowed the First Lady into his house late at night, but he couldn't help thinking that night would be the night she would take him to heaven.
You are probably wondering how generations can get cursed by something as taboo as infidelity. Was it God? The Pastor? Or even a jealous church member? No. It was something even more vengeful. Betty and Lucky had an affair for 6 months before it all came crashing down. Around the time it began, Lucky was helping his friend Josiah build a house in Centerville, where he met a mysterious woman. The town despised her and everything she represented. There were rumors she was a witch, a whore, and the offspring of Satan himself. That didn't stop Lucky from discovering who she was. Lucky approached her first and learned some things. She wasn't a whore, she was a virgin. She wasn't the devil's offspring but an orphan of the Civil War's fallout. Her father fought in the war, and her mother was a freedom fighter who adopted a style similar to that of the Nanny of the Maroons. Both died with honor. Both died for something greater than themselves. She taught Lucky so much, and it was clear that she longed for companionship. Misery loves company, but Lucky doesn't like seeing her alone and thinks his company would be better than nothing.
Pride comes before the fall, but what comes before destruction? Creampies and broken trust. The mysterious woman never told Lucky her name, but since she knew his, it didn't take long to find him. She showed up unannounced one week after their first encounter, and she couldn't believe her eyes when she arrived. Balls deep in Betty with her wedding ring on. Lucky grunted and kissed Betty like a lover would do. Enraged, the woman left and plotted her revenge. She wasn't a witch. She was a Manbo, a Vodou priestess. She decided she would curse him and generations after with a feral promiscuity.
It took two days to gather her resources and complete the forbidden technique. There were a few thoughts of reluctance, but they were overshadowed by a broken heart. Who knew the consequence of such a tender emotion would lead a person to scorch the earth for someone? Two moons later, the ritual was completed. When she uttered the last syllable needed to commence the spell, she felt a burning sensation in her vaginal region. Lucky was speaking to two women at the time. The Waverly twins were friendly people whose father was a highly regarded banker who was in the process of replicating a black Wall Street in their town. They discussed plans for a community-wide picnic and needed guidance on where to have it best when the spell took effect.
Lucky listened to the two young women and felt his trousers tighten. His loins burned, and he was confused about the reason. Sweat built up on his forehead, and he began to cough. He stood up, feeling dizzy, and was about to get water. Before the sisters could respond to offer him aid, his dick erupted. Ropes of cum went everywhere as his manhood twitched and forced his seed through the fabric of his pants. He moaned and hated his indecency. He wanted to apologize, but his mind thought about how sexy these twin bitches looked in white. From then on, members of the Grey family were forced to obey the will of the Manbo's curse. Generation after generation, they have participated in affairs, sexual conspiracies, harems, orgies, gangbangs, and other taboo behaviors with sinister intentions in mind.
Even Lamar's parents were not safe from the Manbo's reach. His mom and dad were very active and outgoing people. Still, they were too fast-paced to know that during their affair, they were cheating on each other with the same woman without ever finding out until his mom noticed the woman wasn't returning her calls because she got pregnant and was having her husband's baby. Lamar didn't want to believe in the curse because that meant the idea of free will would be forever out of his reach, which is why he is building a different path. He didn't want to be toxic, hateful, or a bum. He wanted to be a leader, a respected person, a loving boyfriend, and one day a father. The quality of life is the sum of one's choices, and to Lamar, it didn't matter what his family did; he wouldn't let others' corruption change his moral compass.
"Baby, we are here," Lamar heard Mia's voice as she entered the rented pavilion.
'We?' Lamar went to his woman and saw that she brought her friend along.
"Hey, babe. Guess who I ran into at the front desk."
It was Keisha, and he had more questions than he wanted. Lamar didn't mind Keisha being there. She was a cool person. Very confident and outgoing. However, this was supposed to be their couple's week alone from others, but he didn't want to be rude. After a quick explanation from the two besties, Keisha was already at the resort to check in with the hotel, which was overbooked, and her reservation could not be filled. That's when the two crossed paths and Mia offered for her to crash at the home until the resort could provide a room.
"Don't worry, Lamar, I won't stay long."
Lamar saw the smirk Keisha gave him and felt uneasy.
"No, it's no trouble. Stay as long as you need."
Lamar grabbed Mia's and Keisha's belongings and went upstairs to unload them in their rooms while the duo stayed downstairs to plan their evening. 'Without being told. Good boy.' While listening to Mia ramble about which clubs they should go to while being together, Keisha thought to herself.
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It's been five hours since they all arrived at the house. The majority of that time was anticlimactic. A few miscellaneous conversations, snack breaks, and dinner, but Lamar was now in an unfortunate predicament. He was sitting in the living area, enjoying a show on TV, when he heard Mia and Keisha come into the room. The area's layout resembled an auditorium, with all entrances converging toward a central point, in this case, the TV and theater area. There was a row of seats, and he was sitting at the bottom with a view of the entire room while Mia and Keisha were at the top. A commercial break ensued, and Lamar went to pick up his phone to check his notifications. Amidst this, he no longer heard Mia and looked up to see where she was. He expected to see his girlfriend's face, but was met with another sight.
Keisha heard Mia leaving the room to check the pavilion kitchen to see what wine Lamar had purchased for them, and took it as a sign to make her move. She prepared herself and slipped off an unnecessary garment, tucking it into her bra. She then sat on the top row and watched Lamar like a hawk. She studied his body language and saw he was relaxed and content. Eventually, his eyes met hers, and she noticed a vein forming on his forehead. 'What the fuck?!' Lamar needed someone to pinch him. He was losing it and felt the warmth throughout his body. From the top row, he saw Keisha stare at him while showing off the glimmer between her thighs. Her pussy lips were exposed and bare from any hair. She has a clit piercing that was blinged out to twinkle in the light. Before, she had a miniskirt on, and it was long enough to cover her body, but as wide as she had her thighs open, it looked to have disappeared. He coughed and turned away to look back at the TV. He would pretend he didn't notice for the sake of their vacation.
"Babe, where did you put the wine?"
Lamar jumped in his seat, startled by Mia's sudden appearance.
