0 comments/ 168063 views/ 11 favorites The Genie By: icantwriteforshit It often amuses me the way mortals perceive us genies. The way they assume we all live in bottles, are bound to serve our masters, and the biggest misconception, that we are all female. The fact of the matter is we are, like mortals, different. There are some of us who believe that all genies are bound too serve man. There are some like me, who choose to live like mortals. In that I mean we eat, sleep, and even have the same desires has mortals. See, we genies are very lucky, we are not bound to a certain body like mortals are...we can become whoever or whatever we wish. I have lived a day as a dog. I have lived a day as a bird. I have also experimented with the bodies of male and female mortals. I love to tinker with certain situations and see how mortals react to them. I also must admit...I love the way mortals mate. We has genies don't have a known way to mate or reproduce, hell we have no idea how we got here or how we attained our powers which is the one thing mortals have guessed right about us. We can grant wishes, change a mortal's appearance, we make them wealthy, pretty much anything we choose. But that's the key to it all...we are the ones of choose. This is how I have most of my fun...letting mortals think they have 3 wishes but really twisting what they wish for to my own pleasure. I was wondering around a shopping mall one day when I seen the a fine young girl working a trendy clothing store. She was about 5’ 8’’...couldn’t have been more than 110 pounds with long blonde hair. She put me in mind of the pop singer Brittany Spears but from what I seen Spears had nothing on her. I decided that was my fun for the day. I quickly scanned her mind too find out what her ideal boy looked like. I changed my appearance to match it and entered the store. As soon as I walked in she looked me up and down. I, of course, pretended not to notice her. As I made my way over to the men’s slacks section of the store I decided to give her a little help. I quickly sent a probe to mind telling her to approach me and start and conversation. About 10 seconds later I felt a tap on my shoulder, “Are you looking for a certain brand or color?” I looked up and gave a little smirk and said, “I see exactly what I'm looking for now.” She instantly blushed and I knew from my link to her mind that she was extremely embarrassed. “My name’s Clay.” I reached out to shake her hand. "I'm April, very nice to meet you Clay.” We shook hands and I continued with the small talk for a while. She was 18 years old and a senior at the local high school. She said she wasn’t involved with anyone but my probe showed she has had the same boyfriend for 3 years now which I found extremely funny. The fact that she would lie about a boyfriend let me know that I could pretty much have her on her own free will...with a little help of course. She finally said, “I really need to get back to work...but I get my lunch break in hour...would you like to meet somewhere and talk?” I agreed and we met at the food court and starting eating lunch. We had more small talk, about her plans for college and how she wasn’t sure if she had the grades to get into the college she wanted. Basically a bunch of shit I didn’t care about. I started to get bored with her so I decided to start the fun. “If you could change anything about yourself...what would it be?” I asked. She replied, “You see that girl over there, she has a perfect chest...not to big not to small...very sexy...IM stuck with this ironing board for a chest...I fell that's the only thing keeping me from being a knock out.” She was exactly right. Give her some tits and she every man’s dream. “What if I told you that I could give you that chest?” I said. “What are you some kind of plastic surgeon?” she asked with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. I replied, “All you have to do is wish for it and poof, it will be done.” I instantly did a scan on her mind and just as I thought the feelings of attraction had changed to a bit of weariness but curiosity as well. “OK ill play along, I wish I had a chest like that girl sitting of there." "As you wish” I softly replied. With that she started to feel a tingle in her boobs and suddenly without warning they grew a from a B cup to a D in a matter of seconds. The strain on her clothing caused them to bust apart leaving her tits free for the entire food court to see. “OK that one was free, you now have 3 left, what will it be?” I asked. “Holy shit!!...Ohhhh...I need some clothes!!” she yelled. “Is that your wish to have on clothing that fits now?" "Oh god yes...hurry...please...I wish for a clothes!!" "As you with..." and with that she had on a sweatshirt that was plenty big enough to cover those gorgeous creations of mine. “What the hell are you!! Some kind of genie??” she said with amazement in her voice. "I'm just a normal guy who somehow can do things like that...you know change appearance, give people money, shit like that. I don't know how or why I have that power but I do.” I never tell them I'm an actual genie because its usually to much for a mortal to handle. She still had some doubts and began to feel nervous about my presence, even a little scared. I quickly sent a probe to her mind telling her to feel completely comfortable with me and that I meant her no harm. She quickly settled down and looked around the food court. Every one there was still staring after her little show. I couldn’t help but laugh a little at her shock and embarrassment. “OK, are you ready for your second wish?” She thought for a second, these new breasts are very sexy, but they just don't fell natural yet...I know...I will just wish for them to feel natural and for me to be at ease with them. “OK, I'm ready, I wish for my new breasts to feel good to me and for me to be completely comfortable and proud of them.” she said. I got a big grin on my face and replied, “As you wish.” With that April began to get a strange feeling in her stomach, which quickly moved to her pussy. It seemed the more the fabric of her sweatshirt rubbed against her nipples the more intense the feeling out. After about 20 seconds of making the wish she was visible grinding the her seat with her pussy. She also had each hand on a boob, gently caressing them, trying hard to be subtle. “We need to get out of here now...I want you bad!!” she said in a very sexy voice. With that she grabbed my hand and we left the food court. We proceeded to a hall beside the food court. It looked like it was newly built and there were several empty spots where stores had not yet been filled. There was also a bathroom at the end of the hall. She damn near dragged me in there. The minute the door shut she quickly jumped on me. She forced her tongue in my mouth and we kissed a few seconds. I reached up with my right hand and went under her sweatshirt to find the most erect nipples I've ever felt. I started to rub and pinch them ever so slightly. I thought we she had come right there. “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH GOOODDDDDD YES!! OHHH don't STOPPPP OHHHHHHHHHHH” was all she could say. I lifted the shirt completely off and began to lick and nibble on her perfect D cup breast also putting my hand up her skirt to fell just what I suspected. Her panties where soaked, I mean damn near dripping from her excitement. I pulled the panties down around her ankles and began to rub her clit at a slow lazy pace. During my exploration of her love nest, I never left those beautiful hooters. By now the begging and pleading had been replaced with nothing but loud moans. I knew she had probably had at least 3 or 4 orgasms already but it didn’t matter seeing as how I slipped a probe telling her to stay worked up until I let her back down. I decided to see what this bitch felt like inside so I slipped my finger that had been had at work on her clit into her swollen cunt. If there is a such thing as heaven I believe I had found it. It was so tight my finger felt like it was in a very small velvet glove. It had no trouble pumping in and out because of her wetness. I finally had enough. I raised up and she looked at me with pure sadness because I had stopped my assault with my mouth and fingers to her body. I quickly unbuttoned my pants and she perked right back up. She stared a second at my cock thinking to herself...”how in the world is that thing gonna fit inside me?” She was too horny to think about it too long. I turned her around so her hands rested on the sink and her ass with stuck straight up allowing me easy access to her cunt. I rubbed the head of my cock around her pussy lips a couple of times then I positioned it where it was barley inside the pussy. She could no longer wait. She pushed her ass back not allowing me the time to enter her slowly. I then increased my probe to intensify her feelings. I also set up a direct link from her nervous system to my body’s, allowing me to feel everything she felt as well as what I was feeling. I started to pump into her slowly gradually increasing my speed. “OHHH MMYYY FUCKINGGGGG GOOODDDDDD YESSSSSSSS OHHHH OHHHHH MMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMM GOOODDDDD don't STOPPPPPPP YESSSSSS YESSSSSSS!” she exclaimed. I also had these extreme feelings of pure lust going on inside me. I tell ya, it was like the harder I fucked her the more I wanted to fuck her. I pumped that pussy till I felt it building inside me from both directions. “HOLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTT IMMMM CUMNGGGGGGGG OHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHH” she panted. I gave one final pump and bam. Both of us exploded. I shot my cream inside her. Load after load poured out of my cock while also feeling each wave of her massive orgasm. After about a full minute of screaming she collapsed. I must admit it was all I could do to stay on my feet as well. Her head rested on the stink on top of her hands while knees where supporting the rest of her body on the tile floor. She stayed there for another minute or so and started to get up. As she did her ultra sensitive nipple rubbed against the counter as she raised up. With that she looked down at both of them and started the slowing pinch each nipple. “Its been almost 2 hours since you left work, isn’t time you got back?” I asked. With that she stopped. God I don't want to go back to work, I mean, how can I work?...all I will do is play with my tits all day, she thought to herself. She looked down at her melons, they where perfect, she loved the way they looked on her body, the way the curved up to form a teardrop shape. She had never been happier with herself and the way she looked. Then reality hit home again. Work. She thought god I wish there was a way I could just enjoy my new body and not be burdened with work and responsibility. Then it hit her. I still have one wish left!! “OK I'm ready for my last wish. I wish to be free from responsibility for the rest of my life. I want the freedom to enjoy my new body and not have any worries.” she stated. I slowly said, “Are you sure this is what you want?" "I am sure. Free me from all responsibility.” she said in a matter of fact tone. I simply smiled and said, “As you wish.” A few years later I looked in on my little treat for the day April. I have never seen a happier mortal than her. After she made the wish, I turned her over to one of my mortal friends in California. He was somewhat of a big shot in Hollywood. He was not a movie director or an actor. In fact he had nothing to do with the movie industry. He ran a very upscale brothel kinda like that chick Heidi Fleiss. There she was...hard at work on some guys cock, sucking it like it was her only means of survival. I didn’t mention that with her feeling of no responsibility and content I also added a little something extra. I took away her own ability to make decisions and reason, so basically, if someone wanted her to do something, she would, no questions asked. Since she already had an extreme lust for sex what better place it let her live than at the brothel. I talked to my friend and he told me she was the most requested girl there. She treated every client like she needed them to fuck her and she would always have several orgasms with a john. I smiled as he thanked me for bringing her to him. “The best part is, all I have to do I give her a place to stay and food to eat, she’s not those other bitches who try and take all my damn money, I wish I had 10 more like her. Another thing...she has the most incredible tits I've ever seen on a bitch. Its like there are always on fire!! I enjoy her just as much as my clients do!” he explained. I told him I had to jet and that I would have another girl for him soon. I think my next girl will be Asian or maybe an older woman. Hell I don't know. All I know is that being a genie kicks ass! The Genie The sun had set a little over an hour ago as I pulled my car into the apartment complex's parking garage. I worked as a design engineer for Rockwell Aerospace; I had been with the company since completing my engineering degree at Florida State University. I lived by myself; I had always been something of a loner and had just never seemed to find a lady who was interested in me past the first date. I was twenty-four and wasn't really worried about being single, I knew eventually I would find someone I just hoped that it would be sooner rather than later. I killed the headlights of my car and got out. The parking garage was fairly dark, though there were lights. I walked towards the mail lobby, fumbling with my keys as I went. It was strange, I only had five keys, but I never seemed to be able to find the one that I was looking for. Eventually I found my mailbox key and prepared to check my mail as I opened the door to the lobby. I opened up the small metal box, there were a couple of letters, and junk mail as it turned out and a key to one of the big delivery boxes that was nearby. When the post office had to deliver something to big for the boxes, they put it in the big ones and left a key in our little box. I wondered what it is that I might have gotten and opened up the big box. There was just a plain brown cardboard box inside. I pulled it out and looked at. It was odd, it had my name and address on it, but no return address and the writing was such that I did not recognize it. The writing had this odd flourish to it that reminded me of some of the Constitution remakes that you could buy at any souvenir shop in Washington. I let the door swing closed and put the cardboard box under my arm, I figured maybe it was something that I had won on an E-Bay auction and just did not remember. I lived on the seventh floor and the elevator ride up was uneventful. The doors dinged open and I walked down to my apartment. I flipped on the light switch as I closed the door behind me. I had a fairly small apartment. Technically it was a two bedroom, but I used the second bedroom as an office of sorts. It was a good idea, but it ended up being a junk collection room. The furnishings were somewhat typical of a single guy, I had found my couch at a garage sale and the bed came from the Salvation Army store. The couch was this really odd red color, or at least it had been, it had become more of a brownish color by the time I got it. It had no holes in it and I found it to be pretty comfortable so it worked for me. I did not have any other chairs, though I did have a little coffee table that was covered with engineering magazines that I wanted to read but never found the time. Against the far wall, though, there was no second hand stuff. I had a twenty-seven inch TV, with a two thousand dollar surround sound stereo system. I suppose that my priorities were a little odd, but I was single and was not too concerned about other things. The bedroom only had a brass frame bed and a little wooden dresser. I only had three of the six drawers filled with clothes. I wanted to go clothing shopping, but always got sidetracked when I did go. I dropped the junk mail in my trashcan, making a mental note to empty it in a little while. I dropped the box on the coffee table and went back into my small kitchen. I had not dirty dishes, which was due to the fact that I used paper plates, plastic forks and always had take out dinner of some kind. I opened the refrigerator; there was half a gallon of milk that looked kind of chunky, a jar of mayonnaise, several packets of ketchup and mustard and a few boxes of pop tarts. In the door of the fridge were several bottles of St. Pauli Girl and I grabbed one of them. I placed the bottle against the side of the counter, with a quick motion I hit down on the top and the cap popped off to rattle on the linoleum floor. I sipped from the bottle as I walked back to the living room and dropped myself down on the couch. The couch made this creaking noise that it always does, but the noise was quickly lost as I turned on the TV and switched to Sci-Fi. Start Trek was just starting and as the opening credits ran I kicked off my shoes putting my feet on the table. I loosened my tie; I was wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of Levi's jeans. As I shifted my feet to get them comfortable I knocked the cardboard box off the table and it feel with a dull thud. "Forgot about you." I mumbled under my breath as I reached for the box and put it on my lap. I wedged my beer bottle between the cushions of the couch and stared at the box some more. Finally I decided to find out what was in it, though I did wait for a commercial break first. The tape peeled off of it very easily and I opened the flaps on the box. Inside I found the typical collection of Styrofoam popcorn. I rummaged through the packing until I found something cold and metallic feeling. I pulled it out of the box and dropped the box on the floor. "How odd." I said to myself as I placed it on my lap and lifted my beer from between the cushions. It was some kind of brass looking thing. It kind of looked like a teakettle, except it was shorter and longer. The brass was quite tarnished on it, not that it mattered as everything in my house was tarnished except for the electronics. "Don't know what the hell I'll do with you." I told it just as my show came back on and the whatever it was was quickly forgotten. After channel surfing for a few more hours, I decided to go to bed and left the odd brass thing sitting on the kitchen counter. Most of my days at work are uneventful. As a designer I very rarely have to talk to people outside of our design committees. I spent most of my time staring at CAD drawings on a computer screen and checking various calculations. After spending another day staring at the new design profile for a solar panel on the Space Station Freedom, I began my short drive home. Once again it had already gotten dark by the time I got home. My mailbox was completely empty this time; I had not even received any junk mail. The elevator seemed to never want to come down to the ground floor. Every time it would start down it would start going back up for some odd reason that I could not figure. I sat down on the little bench and waited for the elevator to decide what it wanted to do. Eventually the elevator did allow me to go up to my floor. After getting out of the elevator I stared at the doors and watched the lights. It immediately went back down to the ground floor and stayed there. "Bastard" I said as I laughed at the elevator. I opened the door to my apartment and immediately knew that something just was not quite right. The first thing that I noticed was that the trashcan had been emptied. I noticed this as I dropped the cap of a fresh beer into the trash. "Did I do that?" I asked myself and wandered into the living room. The coffee table, while it was not cleared off, was organized. The magazines were all in neat stacks that revealed the title of each issue, they were even organized into relevant categories. I had been meaning to do that for several months, but just never got myself motivated to do it. I sat on the couch and stared around at the room, everything that I had been meaning to do had been done, I just could not remember doing it. The next day was a Friday. Usually I left work early on Friday's, but I had lost track of the time and ended up leaving an hour later than usual. As I drove home, I decided to stop off at a Blockbuster video and see if there were any new movies out that I had wanted to see. I browsed around their selection, but most of the movies I had already seen. As I wandered around I noticed a young lady who looked as though she was about the same age that I was. She had short blonde hair, I usually did not even notice blondes, but she was wearing a short skirt that got my attention. I wanted to watch her and see if maybe she'd bend over or something, but did not want to be an obvious pervert. I left Blockbuster with my hands in my jean pockets trying to hide the growing hard on that had developed from just thinking about the short skirt. I am sure that I had an odd grin on my face as I neared my car. I thought that it would have been nice to have someone to go home to, but since I did not, I figured that I would just log onto the Internet and spend the evening browsing around the various porn sites. I had received a new stack of junk mail in my mailbox and I carried it up to my apartment with me. The elevator had decided to be nice to me that evening and it was waiting on the ground floor when I got there. I dropped my keys as I tried to unlock my door, and then dropped my mail as I tried to pick up my keys. I laughed and decided to just drop them both to the floor and start all over. After finally getting the door open, I tossed the mail into the trashcan while the door swung closed behind me. I opened the refrigerator then closed it and stared at the counter. On the kitchen counter was a bottle of St. Pauli Girl that had just been opened. I could tell that it had just been opened as there was still the little cloud coming out of the bottle that happens when you first opened it. I watched as a drop of water rolled down the side of the bottle until it came to rest against the counter top. "That's odd." I said with a frown. I gazed around the room for a minute then looked back at the bottle. I picked it up and looked at it from different angles. I sniffed the bottle and sure enough it was exactly what it looked like. "Oh well," I said to myself with a smile, the frown now gone, "what the hell." I took the bottle with me as I wandered into what would be the second bedroom of my apartment but was in actuality my little office. I took a sip from the bottle and turned on the lights. The bottle stopped in midair and I stared in shock. The room that had been a complete mess a week ago was clean and organized. I was almost positive that I had not cleaned the room, but everything was exactly as I would have done it had I cleaned it. I was one of those people who had a really strange method of organizing things, yet the stuff in the room was exactly as I would have organized it. I sat down in front of the computer and spun around in the chair just looking at the room. I took a long drink from the beer and could not help but laugh. I must have started cleaning the house in my sleep, as it was the only logical explanation that I could come up with. I had conveniently decided not to include the open beer into the puzzle of the clean house. However, when I spun back to face the computer, I could not help but include the bottle. As I saw the computer screen, I saw that it was already connected to the Internet and that the front page of my favorite adult site was on the screen. I put the bottle down and sat back, I wanted to laugh but I was too confused. I began patting myself on the head, "C'mon, you are trained to be logical, figure this out." I told myself. I stood up and grabbed the bottle of beer as I walked back to the living room. I stood in the middle of the room and turned around in a slow circle trying to find anything out of the ordinary, aside from the obvious. I knew there had to be something easy that connected all of these strange occurrences, I just had not figured it out quite yet. I finished off my beer and went to the kitchen to throw away the bottle. As the bottle left my fingertips, I noticed the little brass thing that I had forgotten about. It all started with that, I thought to myself as I picked it up. I turned it over in my hands trying to figure out something about it, but the surface was so tarnished that I could not tell anything about it. "Lets see if we can figure out what you are." I said to myself as I carried it over to the kitchen sink. I turned on the water and put the thing under it. As the warm water flowed over its surface, I began to rub at the brass with one hand. I rubbed the thing, but the tarnishing did not seem to be getting any less. Suddenly the room began to fill up with this odd smoke. It did not smell like smoke, but it was getting smoky in the room. After a few seconds the smoke began to dissipate and I noticed a new shape in the kitchen. There was a woman standing a few feet from me. She had long brown hair that was in a ponytail that started on the top of her head and went down her back. Her hair was wet and there was water dripping from her chin. She had big blue eyes that gazed out at me from behind the thin wisps of her bangs. Her face was round and her skin had a soft golden hue to it. She was shorter than I was, probably about five foot five or a little less. It was then, after the initial shock, that I noticed how she was dressed. A silky seeming material that was multicolored covered her breasts. There were no bright colors in it; it was more of a subdued coloration. It came up over her shoulders and I realized that it was a lot like a vest except it was much smaller. There was a deep V-neck on it and the vest stopped halfway down her stomach. Her breasts were quite large for a mystical woman appearing in a cloud of smoke, though since I had never seen such a woman before I really had nothing to compare her to. At her waist she had a soft golden colored thing that seemed like pants except it was completely see through. The pants extended to her ankles and were quite loose except for at her waist and ankles. She wore a pair of panties that matched her vest, although do to the colors they seemed more like bikini bottoms than panties. Across her face she had a veil that matched the pants both in color and transparency. The top of the veil ran across her nose and it extended down to just past her chin. Water dripped from her clothing and she tilted her head to look at me. "Fuck me," I exclaimed without thinking as my mind caught up with my senses, "you're a genie." "Yes." She replied and her voice was soft and filled with femininity, then she added, "a wet one" as she grabbed her ponytail and wrung the water out of her hair with her hands. "Sorry, guess that's my fault." I told her realizing that she would be wet because her lamp, I now realized it was an oil lamp and not some brass thing, had just been put under the faucet by me. "Its ok, master." She said with a smile that made me extremely horny despite the over riding oddness of the whole situation. She stopped ringing her hair and tossed it back over her shoulder. "Have you been cleaning my house?" I asked her as I leaned back against the refrigerator. "Yes, I have." She answered. I reached into the refrigerator and grabbed a new beer as I stalled for a moment to give my mind more time to hopefully catch up with what was obviously reality. I popped the cap off and walked out into the living room. After sitting down on the couch, I saw that whoever she was had followed and was standing in the doorway to the kitchen. "What can I call you?" I asked deciding that I should put a name to the woman. "Raylene, master." She replied, folding her hands in front of her and resting them against her exposed stomach. "That's an odd name." I thought aloud realizing that as she was the first genie I had ever met it might actually be a common name for them. "It means queenly." She told me. "Well, you certainly look queenly." I replied with a smile as I drank from my bottle. She tilted her head to the side and looked at me quizzically for a moment, then smiled. "Thank you, master." Her demeanor seemed to change and the tension left her shoulders, as she seemed to relax. "So, what do you do?" I asked her really not having any idea what else to say and then thought of something that I quickly added, "thank you for cleaning, by the way". She looked at me oddly as though she either did not understand my question or my statement then she spoke, "you are welcome, master, though I don not understand your question." "Well, uh, do I get three wishes or something?" She put her hands together and her fingertips touched her chin through the veil, as she bowed her head slightly, "Yes, master, your wish is my command." She told me, though her voice seemed different. "What happens if I don't make any wishes? Would you still be around?" I asked her as it occurred to me that if I were a genie I'd probably get really tired of everybody just making three wishes and then throwing away the lamp. "I don't know, master." She said with a frown as her hands lowered back down to her midsection, "would you like me to check for an answer?" "What? You have some kind of genie owner's manual or something?" I asked her laughing thinking that I had made a pretty good joke. "Not as such, but similar." She replied to me still looking at me with questioning eyes. "Uh, yeah, why don't you go find out." I told her and the room instantly filled up with the odd smoke from earlier. As the smoke cleared, I noticed that she had vanished. I instantly missed her not being there and got up to go fetch the lamp from the kitchen. After sitting back down on the couch, I tried rubbing the lamp to see if I could get her to reappear as she had earlier, but there was no smoke that followed the rubbing. Oh well, maybe she'll come back, I thought to myself as I placed the lamp on the table and went back to what was left of the beer. I sat on the couch and watched the lamp, not even aware of the passage of time. I did not want to move; it and more specifically she fascinated me. Gradually the room began to get light and I realized that I had been sitting on the couch staring at the lamp all night. I shook my head and smiled not remembering if I had ever been so fascinated by anything before as I got up and went to throw away the long empty beer bottle. I left the kitchen and went into my bedroom, figuring that I'd take a shower and change my clothes and then maybe make some coffee. I stayed in the shower for thirty minutes or more, just letting the water run off my head as my mind began to slow down and come to grips with the impossible in fact being reality. As I turned off the shower and stepped out, I reached for my towel. I was surprised to find that it was warm and soft; it felt as though it had just come out of the dryer and I knew that the genie must be back as the weirdness had started again. I quickly dried off and though I had wanted to brush my hair forgot about it. I rushed into the bedroom, my mind not even thinking about what I was going to wear, just that it would be comfortable. I noticed on the bed was my favorite pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. I smiled and grabbed them, quickly pulling them on, having decided not to even wonder how they got there. I walked into the living room as I pulled my shirt over my head. I could smell fresh brewed coffee and was smiling when my head emerged from the shirt. On the small table by the couch was a steaming cup of coffee that I picked up. I took a sip and was not at all surprised to find that it was the exact way that I like coffee. "Miss Genie person?" I called out as I sipped the coffee and glanced around the room. "Yes, master?" came the soft reply as I spun around and found her standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She was dressed as she had been before, except she was completely dry. Her hands were lightly folded and resting against her stomach. "Sorry, Raylene, forgot your name for a minute." I told her with a sheepish smile. She frowned at me, seeming to decide how to reply to such a statement then simply said, "yes, master" which was basically just an acknowledgement that what I had said was true. "I have an answer for you, now." She told me and I sat down. "Very well." I told her then held the cup up in her direction, "thanks for the coffee, it is excellent." She smiled and nodded as she acknowledged the compliment. The Genie "There is nothing written about what I should do if you do not make your wishes. It has never occurred before." I leaned back and frowned and thought about what she had said. "Well, since you seem to be able to read my mind and do what I would like, why would I want to make any wishes?" I asked her. She frowned at me again, obviously within a conversation that she had never been in before and had never even considered as a possibility. "These are mere comforts, but what you most desire can only be gotten by wishing." She told me. Once again her whole demeanor seemed to change from personable to professional and I finally made the connection deciding that I much preferred her personal side, mainly because she was such an erotic lady that she made me horny. Though, I hoped that she had not read those thoughts. "And what do I most desire?" I asked her with a twisted smile deciding to find out if she could read those thoughts or not. "Fame, fortune, power, master." She answered still being professional. "Not me." I told her as I laughed and begin to figure out some more things. Apparently she was only able to read my mind as far as superficial wants, but when it came to true heart felt desires she was clueless. "Master?" she frowned at me, obviously not understanding why I did not desire the list she had repeated. "Not interested in any of those things." I smiled at her. "Then what do you most desire, master?" she asked me then added with a bow of her head, "your wish is my command." "Well, if I tell you does it count as making a wish?" now that I had figured her out I had decided that I was willing to forgo three wishes if she would just stay and keep me company. If I had to wish for it then I would just content myself with gazing at her devastating beauty and taking long showers. "Only if you wish for it." "Very well, what I most desire is you." I told her with a crooked smile sipping my coffee. "Master?" she asked with a frown, her demeanor had changed back to personable and I pulled a pillow from the couch onto my lap to hide my hard on from her. "Well," I started, choosing my words very carefully, "if I could get whatever I wanted, I'd probably want you to do something." "What can I do for you, master?" she asked her hands still against her stomach as her head bowed again and she repeated her catch phrase, "your wish is my command." "Probably something like," I paused for effect but was really trying to decide what words to use, "having you suck my cock." I finally finished. I could see her lips curl in a soft smile behind the veil and she quickly bowed her head again. Her hands stayed against her stomach as she crossed the short distance between the doorway and where I was on the couch. She knelt on the floor in front of me and slowly removed the pillow from my lap. The palms of her hands rubbed against the top of my thighs and then she pulled the waistband of my sweat pants down. My cock immediately sprang out to its full seven inches as it throbbed in its hardness before her. As it sprang free, the head of it hit lightly against the tip of her nose and I saw the drop of pre cum that was left on her veil as my cock rebounded from her. She wrapped one of her soft hands around the shaft and held if steady, feeling it throb in her hand as she looked up at me over the tip of it. "This cock, master?" she asked me and the soft smile was still on her face. "That would be the one." I told her as I let out a deep breath, my body tingling from the warm touch of her hand, the softness of her breath against me. She began to stroke her hand up and down the full length as her other hand came up to cradle my balls. She expertly glided my cock beneath her veil and with one last smile at me wrapped her lips around the head of it. As she sucked it into her mouth, my hips wanted to thrust upward but I managed to refrain myself, staring at her, transfixed by her. Her hand began to stroke faster and she moaned softly, the vibration from her throat sending sparks from the head of my cock down to my balls. I watched as her hand went from the base up to her lips and then back down again, her mouth following her hand down then retreating before it as it rose back up. "It is such a nice cock, master." She told me as her mouth left and she kept stroking it, one hand rubbing my balls softly. "Wow." Was all I could say and it was more of a thick moan at that. Her smile broadened as she rubbed the head against her lips. "Can I make you cum, master?" she asked me, but her smile seemed like it was almost a tease. I had not even bothered to really think about what was happening, and as my mind started to ponder it I quickly chased the thought away. "Oh yes, Raylene, you can make me cum." I told her and just as easily as she had gotten it under the veil she got it back out in front of it. Her hand began stroking faster and her other hand left my balls to help with the stroking of my cock. "I'm glad, master, I want to see the cum shooting out of your cock." She told me her eyes staring at the tip of it. I felt my balls tighten, and my cock seemed to grow slightly thicker within her hands. "I'm gonna cum." I moaned through clenched teeth as her stroking had gotten faster. She did not say anything just smiled at me, and then turned her attention back to the tip that was almost touching her nose. As she stroked back up towards the head, a thick white stream suddenly shot forth. It launched itself into the air and as it came back down landed within the soft bangs of her hair. The next shots streaked across her nose, her bangs becoming heavy with the white liquid, her veil beginning to stick to her cheeks as the cum soaked through the thin material and sucked it against her skin. She just watched and kept stroking as though she was fascinated by the whole occurrence. "That is your deepest desire, master?" she asked me with a smile, her cum streaked face looking like a dream come true to me. Her hand continued to slowly stroke the length of my cock as it began to grow softer within her grasp. "That was defiantly one of them." I told her with a smile, "So, I've got two wishes left?" "I do not know, I will have to check on this, master." She said, "Would you like me to check?" "Yeah." I told her not really understanding what she was meaning. I had thought about claiming that I did not wish for her to do what she had, but that seemed wrong to me so I had decided not to do it. She vanished as soon as I agreed and I noticed that there was no smoke with her this time. Well, I didn't like that, I thought to myself understanding why the smoke did not appear when she had left. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back into the couch. Eventually I rose to my feet and wandered into the kitchen to refill my coffee cup. On my return to the living room, I suddenly got tired. I placed the cup on the small table and lay down on the couch. I did not think that I would take a nap, just rest for a few minutes, but as soon as my eyes closed I was asleep. I woke up a few hours later, and instantly knew that I was not alone in the room. I slowly opened my eyes, thinking that perhaps everything had been some kind of really strange dream. However, as my eyes focused I saw Raylene standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her hands folded against her stomach as she usually did. I sat up on the couch and looked around for a moment. I noticed that my coffee cup was steaming which meant that it had recently been refilled with hot coffee. I smiled and reached for it. "Thank you." I told her as I sipped from the cup. She quietly bowed her head, but her smile told me that she was appreciative that I had noticed. "That was not a wish, master." She told me and as I gazed at her face I thought that it seemed as though she was grateful that I still had my full allotment of three wishes. "Whatever I want, huh?" I asked her now fully awake and I placed the cup back on the table. "Your wish is my command, master." She replied with the familiar bowing of her head. I smiled at her and held out my hand in her direction. I curled one of my fingers as I motioned for her to come towards me. "Then c'mere." I said with a broad smirk. She quickly moved towards the couch and stopped when she was standing next to me. I reached out and grabbed her wrists in my hands. I pulled her towards me and she sat down on the couch looking at me somewhat questioningly. I smiled at her and dropped onto my knees in front of her. I slowly pulled her legs apart and she continued to gaze at me with a wondering look in her eyes. I noticed that the pants she wore were not actually connected along the inside of her legs, which worked fine for me. I leaned forward and kissed the inside of her thighs, her whole body quivered and as I glanced up at her I noticed that her eyes had closed. I let my tongue slide up the inside of her leg until it was rubbing against the bikini/panties that she was wearing. As soon as my tongue rubbed her through the material her whole body shuddered. I smiled to myself, letting one hand come up and push the material to the side, my tongue rubbing directly against her hot pussy. She felt it and a throaty moan escaped from her body. Her feet came up to rest on the table behind me and I let my tongue slip into her pussy, feeling her clit against the tip of my tongue. Her hands came down and she spread her pussy so that her clit was openly exposed to my tongue as it began rubbing from side to side. I rubbed my tongue hard against her as it moved from side to side then would let the tip of my tongue just lightly dance against her. Her hips moved slightly wanting more, and her breathing was slow and laborious between thick moans. I let one of my fingers slip into the tightness of her pussy as my tongue rubbed hard against her clit. She moaned loudly as her hips pressed her clit tighter against my tongue. I moved my head back so that my tongue was not longer touching her as my finger continued to move in and out of her. "That is so nice." She moaned and I let my tongue come back to find her clit again. I smiled as her hips began to move erratically from side to side. I felt her legs tighten around my head, her thighs quivering, her breath coming in quick short gasps. "Cumming" was the only word she managed to moan, even though her lips moved there were no more words that came from her throat just loud moans and attempted gasps for breath. I kept my finger moving, my tongue rubbing as her hips kept their spastic motions until she began to slow down, her whole body shuddering in the aftermath. I rocked back on my heels and looked up at her, her eyes slowly opened, her lips in a broad smile. "That was wonderful." She said, the veil flaring out slightly as she spoke, her breathing still pretty erratic and hard. I rose slightly and slipped my sweatpants down, my cock throbbing hard before me. I moved forward so that she could feel the head of my cock rubbing against her clit, her hands still holding her pussy open, Her body shuddered again as the head of my cock rubbed against her clit then began to slip into her tight pussy. I let just the head of it slip inside of her, holding it steady, letting it pulse so that she could feel it. She tried to shift her weight and take the rest of my cock into her, but I had moved my hands onto her thighs and held her still, resisting her attempts. "Oh, please, master, let me have it." She begged, her eyes pleaded at me from above the edge of the veil. I smiled a devious smile at her, and her eyes seemed to widen at what the implication could have been. With a quick motion, I thrust the rest of my cock deep into the tightness of her pussy. She let out a loud gasp, her eyes closing tightly as she felt the whole length of me throbbing inside of her. "You like that, don't you?" I asked her as I began pulling my cock back out. "Oh, yes master, please give me more." She replied in a soft voice, the veil starting to flare again as her breathing began to get harder. "Take it all." I told her pushing my cock back into her until it was as far as it would go. "Your wish is my command, master." She said with a devious smile of her own, her eyes finally starting to open again. I pulled her legs up and held them out in front of me. Moving her legs let my cock slip into her just a little bit farther. I slowly pulled my cock back out until just the head was inside of her then thrust it forward hard and fast. Her breasts bounced within their vest from the force of the thrust and her veil flared back out again with the air from her moan. "Harder master." She said as I began pulling my cock back out slowly once more. I increased the speed and thrust back into her harder than I had before. I dropped into a steady rhythm of thrusting deep and hard into her, her breasts moving beneath the vest, the backs of her thighs slapping against my stomach. "Harder master, don't stop." She told me, her voice carrying a commanding quality that I had never heard from her before. She opened her eyes and stared at me. With each thrust I pressed deep into her harder than I had with that last, with each thrust "fuck me harder" emerged from her lips, the veil almost being sucked into her mouth with the depth of each breath. I gave her one more full thrust and stopped, leaning forward holding her legs up with my body. "Don't wanna cum, yet." I told her with a smile as I gasped to catch my breath waiting for the sensation subside and my balls to relax some more. Her hands ran up the side of her body to cup each breast within the vest and hold them up. I could see the nipples pressing hard against the material, her fingers rubbed around their outline for a moment, my eyes transfixed by her hands. I heard a soft giggle from beneath the veil and my eyes drifted up to her face. Her eyes held mine and I could see that she had just read something within my head that I probably was not even aware of. "Oh, master," she began with a twisted smile, "please don't stop" my cock pulsed at her words and I just could not do anything but want she wanted. I pulled my cock back out and slammed it back into her. "Yes, master, harder, don't stop." "I'm gonna cum soon." I told her, my teeth gritting trying to hold off for as long as possible. Her hands were still cupping her breasts, her eyes wide open, the blue gazing out at me, the same smile of her lips, the veil sticking to her lips from the moisture of her mouth. "Stroke it on my tits, master, cum for your servant." She told me and I felt my balls clench up tight, my cock throbbing hard as I pulled it out of her pussy. As quickly as I could I rose to my feet, one hand going to my cock, the other to the back of the couch by her head. As soon as I started stroking my cock, the cum began to erupt from deep with my balls. It shot in thick heavy streaks across her multicolored vest; her hands began to get covered by the thick fluid. I had one ambitious shot that launched itself for her face and she blinked startled as it hit her nose and lay thickly pressing the veil tighter against her lips. Her smile broadened, the vest covering her breasts was streaked with so much white cum, that it almost seemed as though it was part of the multicolored design. Her hands began to slowly rub against her tits, the cum being rubbed into the material. I moved back and dropped down onto the couch beside her, one of her hands left her vest and with her finger she gathered up the cum from her nose and veil. Her hand slipped beneath the veil and she drew her finger into her mouth sucking on it like it was a lollipop. Her eyes closed as she moaned slightly. "Was that a wish?" I asked her as I began to gather my breath. She tilted her head so that her chin rested against her shoulder, her deep blue eyes beginning to look dreamy. "No, master." She said with a smile and then with a wink of her eye she vanished again. I jumped startled by the quickness and suddenness of her leaving. It seemed to me that her smile had said something else to add to what her words were; I just had not heard the smile properly. With a deep breath I felt my body returning to normal, and my mind beginning to be able to think again. "Damn, where'd you go?" I asked aloud, sitting upright on the couch. "Right here, master." She replied as she emerged from the kitchen, a freshly opened bottle of St. Pauli in one of her hands. Her outfit had changed, there was far more blue than the other one had had, and the veil and pants had a reddish hue to them rather than golden. She sat down next to me, placing the bottle in my hand before her hands came together to rest against her chest between her breasts. "Don't think I'll get used to that vanishing thing." I told here raising the bottle to me lips then before drinking from it I said, "thanks." With a smile. "Tell me something." I said after having a drink. She turned on the couch with her legs folded so that she was facing me. Her hands folded and dropped into her lap. "Your wish is my command, master." She said with a sparkling smile, her eyes soft with humility. "Well, if I haven't used any wishes yet, " I began and paused as I sipped from the bottle then finished, "exactly what constitutes a wish?" "Anything that affects how other people view or react to you." She replied then with a bowed head added, "my view of you does not count, master." "Damn its good to be the master." I said with a laugh as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the couch. "I'm sorry?" she asked me, her voice obviously not understanding what I had said. "Just thinking aloud." I told her, not really wanting to explain what I had said and not certain that I actually could. The TV suddenly turned on and I watched as the channels flicked by quickly until it stopped on the introduction to an episode of Star Trek. I looked over at Raylene quizzically and she just smiled back at me with the knowing smile that she seemed to have a lot. "Thank you" I told her and sat up straight on the couch, spreading my arms out across the top of the couch. I felt the softness of her hair brush against my arm and the warmth of her face as she snuggled her head into my chest. She inhaled deeply then let her breath out slowly. "Your wish is my command, master." She said and I knew that she was no longer referring to the three wishes that come with having a genie. The Genie Ch. 2 NOTE: The idea of my first story came from an erotic story called Jannie’s Wishes. While I did draw from that story I made quit a few changes. Nevertheless, you should check that one out if you get a chance. The following story is based on my genie character. I would love to hear what you think. Please send comments. * * * * * I love my little adventures with mortals. So much so, that from time to time I invite other genies to join my in my travels. In most cases they will just kinda set back and play a part, just to see where it takes us. That leaves all the fun stuff to me! I always grant the wishes too mortals but, it never turns out the way they planed. In a way, I get to double my fun because the genie as well as the mortal usually gets into the part. Now granted, I have no power over other genies but they almost always let me take the adventure where I see fit. This was the case a little while back when me and another genie, lets call he/she Amber, where fling around looking for a potential adventure. I was in the mood for something a little different today so we started to southern California. I figured, if you want different, that’s the place to go. We flew around Hollywood and back down to San Diego but I was really didn’t see anything exciting. Then it hit me. There is nothing exciting about taking these freaks and doing freaky things to them, hell thats what they except! So instead we headed north up to Santa Cruz. We looked around the area to a small community there called Northridge. It was your typical suburban type of neighborhood. Nice homes with nice lawns, all pretty much the same design. It was about 11:45am on a Tuesday so I assumed most of the husbands would be a work. As we scanned the area we saw a very lovely woman out tending to a flower bed. A quick mind scan showed she was 31, married with a child, her husband was a tax attorney and was out of town on business. Her child was at his grandmother’s house in Fresno and wasn’t due back until Sunday. I told my friend I thought she would be perfect for a little fun and we should peruse her for the day. He/she argued. I spotted a house for sell 4 houses down from the woman’s home. We quickly landed and, from my mind scan I took the body of her ideal man. About 6’2’’, dark brown hair, fairly normal body but with no huge muscles or excess fat, and well tanned. I made the body around 34 in age. I suggested to my friend that she go with a female body so we could pose as a married couple. She agreed and I took the pleasure of designing her. I made her about 5’ 6’’ , blonde hair which reached just below her shoulders, her body was 110 pounds of shear sexual attraction with tits slightly larger than normal for her frame. We looked like a typical California couple. If things went according to plan, it wouldn’t be a typical day for our soon to be friend. I took a second to look us both over too make sure everything was perfect and then we left. As we approached the woman I realized she was a damn knockout! Although she was in her early 30’s she could have passed for her mid-20’s. She actually looked similar too my wife for the day. Her hair was a little longer and she looked to be a little thicker but by no means large. She looked like she worked out and after another scan I found she did. She boobs where the type that bring men to their knees. Almost a perfect tear drop. You didn’t have to be a genie to know those beauties where fake. But honestly, who gives a shit! She was still hard at work when we walked up. She jumped a little as she heard us come near. “Ohh my, you scared the hell out of me!” she exclaimed. “Ohh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. My wife and I just moved into the house down the street and thought we would introduce ourselves to the neighborhood." "I’m Clay, and this is my wife Amber.” I explained. “Aww great! I love getting new neighbors. We are all very close in this neighborhood and look out for each other. My name is Summer. Pleased to met you both.” With that she extended her hand warmly. My fake wife and I shook and started into small talk. She asked us how long we had been married and if we had kids, the usual bla bla bla bull shit. I told her my wife had just finished college and we where looking to start a family out here. Then she went on and on about how good the schools are and how this was the perfect place to raise children. “I would love to meet your husband, is he in?” I asked. Her smiling face instantly changed to a small frown, “He is away on business I’m afraid........he wont be back until Friday." "Ohhh thats to bad, I don’t think I could be separated that long from Clay, I would go crazy!” Amber proclaimed. “Well I’m use too it, we’ve been married 7 years and its been like this for about 5 of them. He was made partner at his law firm and ever since then he’s running all over the world meeting new clients. When he is home, he rarely does anything but eat and sleep. I do get lonely sometimes.......I’m sorry, I know we all have problems, it just stays on my mind all the time. Truth is, I often wonder if he’s really out there cheating on me. There is no way for me to find out. Here lately he doesn’t even know I exist. I guess he doesn’t find me sexy anymore. Wow!! I can’t believe I’m telling you this!” she said softly. I could. I planted a suggestion to let her feel at ease with us and she was responding perfectly. I spoke up,”What if you could find out if he was or not....would you really want to know?" "Yes, it would break my heart but I would want to know if I am being a fool for trusting him." "As you wish......” I said with a smirk on my face. Summer’s face went blank and she shut her eyes. I could tell she was seeing all the images of her husband’s affairs which where quite plentiful. Sometimes hookers, other times women he picked up at bars. He was screwing anything he could get he hands on and she was seeing every detail in an accelerated pace. After her images stopped she slowly opened her eyes. “How......how did you do that?” she asked timidly. “I have the ability to give people what they want. I don’t know how or why I have this power but I do. If you would like, I could give you three more wishes. I know it sounds corny, but thats the way it works.” I said. By now she was upset. Several tear drops had traced down her face although she wasn’t sobbing. She quickly turned from sad to scared shitless after I told her this. I sent her a probe to ease her pain and also fell comfortable with my wife and I and that she had nothing to fear. “Three wishes huh?” she said curiously. “Yes Summer, 3 more. Anything you want. Wealth, power, looks, whatever.” I stated. I added the looks thing in there because I knew that the years of her husband’s neglect had taken its toll on her view of herself. She thought she was unattractive and that's why her husband had lost interest in her. This actually had a reverse affect. Her constant battle to try and improve her looks resulted in a young-looking, big-tittied sex kitten. She just didn’t realize this. “OK....I’m not gonna stand by while he has all the fun. I wish I was 10 years younger and was as sexy as I was then.” she said. “As you wish......” With that she felt a sharp pain all over her body and felt her skin tighten. She felt her whole body transforming and reshaping itself. The truth is, I didn’t do much at all. I removed a few wrinkles and tightened her ass a little.....all the pain and transforming she felt was just for effect. To make her think she was actually changing dramatically. When it was all done we walked inside for Summer to view her new body. She thought it would make her fell better. Instead she was worse. The thought of her wanting to be 21 again seemed foolish to her. She finally realized she wasn’t the problem, he was. She still hurt deeply though. The pain was to much for her to take. She thought it was going to kill her. She had to have some kind of relief. Well, she thought, I guess I could wish it away. Yes. I will wish it away along with any feelings I might have for that creep. I’m gonna fell good about myself again and get that Fucker out of my life for good. “OK.....I’m ready for my next wish. I wish all this pain would go away and I would start loving myself again. I’m tired of feeling like a fat, old, hag nobody wants. I want to fell sexy again.” she stated very matter-of-factly. “As you wish.....” I said once again softly. Summer felt a strange wave go through her mind. She couldn’t think. It was as if it was being scrambled like an egg. This kept building for about a minute until finally she felt a snap and fell to the floor in front of the mirror. When she opened her eyes back she looked in the mirror. It was like seeing a different woman. She loved the way she looked. Her body looked to her now like the shapely model of perfection that it was. Her breasts where perky and large. She turned to see her ass. It was a perfect size. Not to big, not to small with no sagging. It was perfect. She was perfect. My wife spoke up,”Are you OK Summer, would you like me to get you a glass of water?” She looked up at my wife. All of a sudden she seen her differently. Summer had always had bi-sexual patterns in her mind but they where repressed. I took the liberty of opening them up for her. She gazed at Amber. So sexy she thought. God, I would love to have her right her and now. “Ohhhh no thank you honey, I fell wonderful.” she said kinda throaty, even a little sexy. “If you 2 don’t mind.....I’m gonna get out of these old clothes. I will only be a second. There is beer and wine in the fridge. Just make yourselves at home.” With that Summer ran upstairs too her bedroom. She took off the overalls she had on and tossed them into the hamper. She went into the bathroom and started the shower. As she was about to enter she saw her reflection in the mirror. God I’m hot. I love the way I look. I’m so fucking sexy. With that she smiled and entered the shower. She went through the normal routine of washing her hair and face. As she moved the soap down to begin washing her body but she stopped. She couldn’t help but stare at those perfect boobs Clay had given her. Ohh god he was hot she thought. If he wasn’t married I would be all over him. As her thoughts wondered to Clay her free hand found her right tit. Hmmmmm I bet he’s great in bed she thought as she began to gently rub her melon. She dropped her soap and her other hand moved down just below her naval. She rubbed her now swollen clit in time with her tit thinking of Clay’s big juicy cock in her mouth and Amber’s goddess like body right under her licking her pussy. She was overrun with pleasure. Finally she felt a large wave of passion building inside her. It started in her toes and moved all the way to her head. It erupted and she moaned out with pleasure. She quickly came down realizing that she was way to loud and that Clay and Amber must have heard her. She quickly finished washing herself and dried off. She found a short kacky skirt that went just above the knees and a white T-shirt and showed a little belly. She dressed quickly and started doing her hair. After she was satisfied with her perfect golden hair she started applying make-up. Damn she was sexy. She didn’t know why she was so worried about looking sexy since it was only Clay and Amber. Although she would love to have them both. I had planted into her mind to dress sexy....but not too sexy. I kinda have a thing for that look. Reminds me of a teenage girl. She gave herself one last look over and realized she wasn’t wearing panties or a bra! Ohh well, they won’t be here long. I’ll put on underwear when they leave. She left the bathroom and started down stairs. She got about halfway down before she seen Amber and I. We where embraced in a deep kiss. With my hand up her shirt feeling those wonderful boobs I gave her. She had her hand on the Hugh ripple in the seat of my pants. Summer froze. She didn’t say a word. She watched us and started to fell very aroused. She began to gently caress her boobs over her shirt. She let out a very soft moan tring to keep undetected. By now I had Amber’s shirt unbuttoned and her tits where free. I gently sucked and stroked each one with loving care. Amber sighed and moaned loud enough for Summer to here her. With that Summer made a little cough to get our attention. “Am I interrupting something?” she asked with lust in her voice. Amber replied, “Ohhh no baby, we are just getting warmed up for you.” Amber slowly rose and removed her shirt and pulled her skirt down. She was down to just her panties which were visibly soaked. Summer started to walked down the stairs. Amber met her at the button and she took Summer into her arms. Amber gently stroked her ass as she pulled Summer close. Their lips met and so began a long, passionate kiss that seemed to last a lifetime. Amber could fell Summer shaking ever so slightly. “What’s wrong my love?” Amber asked lovingly. Summer replied, “I want you so bad, but I’ve........never done this before....its feels a little strange.” Amber just pulled her back and began to massage Summer’s ass. They started kissing again but this time it was more fierce. Summer took some incentive and returned the favor to Amber. They broke the kiss and Summer again to kiss Amber’s neck down to her breasts. Amber turned her head a little and called out, “would you like to join us honey?" "Yes Clay, Come over here......I want to see that cock of yours....” Summer said almost panting with sexual energy. I made my way over to the ladies shedding my clothes as I went. I walked right in between them and started to kiss Summer. I stopped just long enough to get her little T-shirt off and began to work on those marlvous boobs. While I was making love to Summer’s tits with my mouth my wife had her skirt down to the floor. She was gently rubbing the inside of Summer’s thigh’s teasing her to insanity. By now Summer could do nothing but moan out. “Ohh god I’m so hot!! Please. Eat my pussy. Ohh I want you so bad!!!!” Thats all Amber needed to here. She used her unusually long tongue to fuck Summer while rubbing her clit with her thumb. I was still hard at work on those nipples. I swear, I have yet to find a mortal with bigger, more erect nipples than my dear Summer has. Summer was about to explode between my attention to her boobs and Amber’s tongue fucking...she was in heaven. “OHH God yes.....ohhh don't stop...ohh gooddd ohh ohnhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhh..” with that Summer screamed out and came. Amber later told me Summer came so much it was almost like a man. I raised up and kissed her loving. Summer broke the kiss and said, “ I want that hard cock in my mouth baby.....I want to suck you dry.” I slowly sat down on the steps and she began to orally screw my dick. She was a pro. She would go all the way down my 8 inches and stop, holding it in her throat and rising back up. She was sucking me like I was the best tasting lollipop she had ever had. I looked up to Amber and motioned her to come over. She kinda stepped over Summer and positioned herself on the step where and head was resting. She kneeled down and I greeted her pussy with my tongue. I heard a small moan escape her as I quickly shot my taster in. Summer had taken her left hand and gently caressed my balls while her right was jacking my shaft with every stroke of her mouth. I had worked Amber up to the brink by now as well. “Ohh yes....lick my cunt......ohh yessss.....lick it up baby....mmmmmmmmmm” Amber moaned out. I couldn’t take it any longer. I could feel the semen actually coming up my shaft until it exploded into Summer’s eager mouth. She took every last drop too not spilling a drop. Right after I exploded Amber screamed, “Ohhh god!!!! Ohhhh gooodddddddddd dammmmnnn” and she came. I lapped up all I could of her juice. Amber fell beside me on the stairs and Summer looked up with hungry eyes, “I’m not finished yet, I want to taste that sweet flower too Amber.” Amber extended her arms and Summer fell onto her. They kissed gently and Summer moved all the way down Amber’s body slowly. Pausing to kiss every inch until she reached the promise land. Summer slowly took her hand to the outside of Amber’s still swollen cunt lips. She made small circles around them getting Amber hot again. Then she moved her face to where her hand was. She gently took my wife’s clit into her mouth and sucked hard for a second. This was rewarded with a sharp grunt from Amber. She then encircled her clit with her tongue while putting one finger outside her cunt lips. Watching these 2 hot sluts go at it got me to attention again. I got up and moved around to Summer’s perfect ass swaying side too side. “Ohhh yes baby, fuck that little slut, ummmm fuck her good!” Amber said when she saw me. Summer turned too look back at me and gave me a sexy smile of approval. I put my cock up to her pussy so that the head was just between her 2 lips. Then with one thrust I was in. All 8 inches of me. I knew I could last longer so I started pounding her as hard as this mortal body would allow. This caused Summer to increase her attention to my wife. Soon Amber was screaming, “hoooolllly shiitttt immmmmmmmmmm cuuummmmmingggg ohhhhhhhh shhhhhitttttttt aggaaaainnnnnn oohhhhh gawwwwddd!!” I could hear muffled moans escape Summer’s mouth as she continued to feast on Amber love nest. I quickly pulled out of Summer and moved my cock about 4 inched up. I was well lubbed from Summer soaking tight cunt. I put the head in her ass. She stopped licking Amber and said, ”Yes Yes....Right there...ohhhh god yes!!” I eased in inch by inch until I had my full 8 inches inside her. Amber load screamed had calmed too low moans. She was totally spent after having cumed at least 5 times in a row. I steadily picked up the pace thrusting into Summer’s ample ass. With every stick she would just grunt increasing her volume each time. Amber stood up and moved beside Summer. She reached around her belly and found her cunt. She started to fiercely rub Summer’s clit while I smashed her ass. Summer let out a scream, “Ohhh shittt ohh shitttttt ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhh awwwwwwwwwwwwww” Hearing Summer got to me again. I felt I was close so I stopped a rared back and gave her 3 final thrust. Then the room kinda spun for a second as I shot load after load deep inside Summer’s shithole. After I had finished and still remained inside her she spoke, “Tha.......was...that was the most amaz....ing experience I’ve ever had.” I laughed a little and pulled out. We all moved back into the living room and laid with each other on the sofa. “Well Summer, you still have one with left hun........what’s it gonna be?” Summer thought to herself for a second, that was the most amazing experience of my life.....my life.....my old life has to go.........there is no way I could go back to that son of a bitch husband. “OK I’m ready, I wish for a brand new life for me and my son, a whole new identify. I want to forget about my husband and start a new life filled with excited and experiences like we just. That is what I want” she said standing up. “As you wish.......” Summer got home to her old run down apartment around 5 a.m. She looked in on her son to make sure he was OK. That son of a bitch Clay she thought. I cant believe he just fucked me and left! Her new identify made her a stripper struggling to support herself and her son in New York City. She had an affair with a guy named Clay about 8 years ago. After telling him he was a father he stopped calling her. He changed his number and she never seen or heard from him again. She went back into the living room where her second job awaits. She stripped at the club and offered herself to anyone willing to pay the $200 an hour for her. She charged $300 for couples. At first she was excited by the idea of getting paid for sex, now she it was just like work to her. The couple, both around 40, raised up when she came back in. The man was short and chubby with a wrinkly face. The Genie Ch. 2 The woman was at least 250lbs on her 5’ 5’’ frame. She mustarded up her best smile and said, “OK.....I’m ready when you are” As much as she hated it she couldn’t stop her new life style. I was like she was addicted to it. She knew this would be her life forever.