1 comments/ 18599 views/ 5 favorites Fishing for Genies By: JapleinViera I stepped out of the shower and began drying off. My wife, Linda, was still asleep in our bed. That's one big advantage of being retired; you can get up whenever you wake up. We hadn't used an alarm clock in nearly a year. As I combed my hair, I unashamedly admired my body. At age 56, I looked like an Olympic gymnast, except that I was too tall and few gymnasts were as healthy and injury-free as I was. My body wasn't the result of hours working out, although I did hit the gym three times a week. It wasn't due to genetics, either. Both my parents had died of clogged arteries in their early 70s. I'd carefully arranged to have just the body I wanted. The trick is in finding the right person to ask. Linda had kicked off the sheet and was laying there nude when I walked into the bedroom. She was my age, but looked 25 or 30 years younger. Her skin was flawless, without an age spot, mole, freckle or wrinkle. Her face was unlined and her dark hair had no hint of gray. She never shaved, yet there was no hair anywhere on her body. Her stomach was as flat as a swimsuit model's, her abs well defined, with just enough softness to maintain her femininity. Her breasts were perfectly symmetrical, wonderfully firm and her nipples were just the right size, a little longer than they used to be. Her figure was, in my opinion, perfect. Luckily, it was my opinion that counted. I stood near the bed, watching her. She was gorgeous. Magnificent. Totally sexy. I'd carefully arranged for her to have just the body I wanted her to have. I'd done a hell of a job. Linda's breathing changed. She sighed and opened her eyes. "Morning," she whispered. "You look all nice and clean, but you missed a spot with the towel." She reached out and lightly touched the spot, which happened to be my scrotum. With her fingertips, she gently wiped at the moisture and smiled as my cock swelled. "Come closer," she said. I moved to the side of the bed and she rose on one elbow. Her hand went around my cock and she pulled me to her, taking the head of my cock into her mouth. Her tongue slid around me and licked the underside of my shaft as she began to pump me slowly with her hand. I put my hands on her head, not to guide her, but just because I loved having them there when she sucked me. "I love it when you do that," I said. "Your mouth feels so good, I can hardly believe it." By this time, she had me all the way down her throat and I could feel her tongue on me, moving with just the right pressure. As she blew me, she swung her legs around so she could sit on the side of the bed and use both hands on my shaft and balls. After a few minutes, she pulled her head back and grinned at me. "Are you going to cum in my mouth, or do you want to fuck?" "Both," I said. "Why settle for one? Actually, I want to cum in your mouth and then I want to eat you and then I want to fuck you." "What a great plan," she said. "I like the way you think." Her mouth went back to my cock and I relaxed my control. After all, there was no reason to delay my orgasm. Maintaining an erection and cumming several times wasn't a problem for me. I'd carefully arranged to have that ability. Linda stroked me and licked me and sucked me perfectly for the next five minutes. She could tell from my breathing and the way my hips were moving that I was getting close, and she deep throated me at exactly the right time. I came, still holding her head and feeling my cum shoot into her throat. Swallowing wasn't a problem and she held me with her lips pressed against the base of my cock until my orgasm stopped. Then she let me slide out until just the head of my cock was still in her mouth and continued to suck and stroke me gently, the way she knew I loved. After a minute or two, I pulled out of her mouth and pushed her back on the bed. "Is this step two?" she asked. "Are you going to eat me now and make me cum?" I smiled at her. "Right after I kiss you." I scooted her back on the bed, moved her legs apart and lay between them with my cock against her pussy. I kissed her softly, tasting my cum and her unique flavor. She moaned. "God," she breathed, "you're making me wet." Her eyes closed, her arms went around me and her heels pressed against my ass. I moved up and down slowly, rubbing her outer lips with the head of my cock while we kissed. She increased the pressure of her heels, but I resisted. It wasn't time to fuck yet. Better stick to the plan. She pressed harder with her heels and I could tell she was getting frustrated with my teasing. I broke the kiss and moved to her neck for a while. She loved having her neck kissed and I stayed there until I felt her arch her back. I moved to her breasts, licking and sucking each nipple in turn while I gently pinched and twisted the other with my fingers. She moaned steadily and ground her crotch against my stomach. Soon, she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down toward her pussy. I made the trip slowly, kissing her beautiful belly and spending some time licking her navel. My hand left her breast and went to her pussy. Using my two middle fingers, I stroked her outer lips until she raised her hips, and then slipped my middle finger into her. Her butt cheeks tightened and she kept her hips raised while I slid a second finger in and found her G-spot. She gasped. "Oh. Yeah. Right there." Now my mouth was on her pussy and my tongue on her clit. She was as wet as any horny seventeen year old. I sucked and licked her clit while pressing firmly and rhythmically on her G-spot. She raised her hips further, clutched at the sheets and came, moaning and gasping. I kept at it, not changing a thing as her next orgasm shook her, then the next and the next. I could see her face now and then as she arched her back with each orgasm, and then relaxed a bit before a new one carried her off. The look of total ecstasy on her face was wonderful. ------------------------------ Eight months earlier: My canoe glided slowly over the calm water of the Banana River. A little over two miles to the east, the shore of Kennedy Space Center was still invisible in the pre-dawn darkness. While I couldn't see them, I was sure the security troops at KSC knew exactly where I was. This area had been declared a manatee sanctuary and wildlife refuge decades ago. Anyone caught there in a motorized craft would quickly find themselves slapped with a $5,000 fine and their boat and motor confiscated. But if you wanted to sail or row or paddle into the area, no one would bother you. That changed after 9/11. Now, the whole place was off limits, period. I was, technically, committing a Federal felony, but there was an unwritten agreement between KSC security and the local fishermen. As long as we stayed close to the string of small islands to the east of the main channel, we wouldn't be considered a threat. If we got within two miles of KSC, we'd be hit with a powerful spotlight and if we didn't move damned fast, we were going to have lots of heavily armed airborne company in a hurry. I stayed close to the island I was passing and scanned the surface of the water for signs of redfish. The water was only a foot or two deep. Reds like to grub along the bottom looking for crabs and shrimp and baitfish. Their tails break the surface and that's what I was looking for. Twenty minutes before dawn, I saw a tail waggling off to the right. I cast my surface lure about 30 feet in front of the red and gave it a soft twitch. The fish's tail disappeared and a large wake formed, heading for my lure. I twitched the lure again to keep the red on course. Suddenly, the lure flew into the air as the water exploded from the strike. The red had hit the lure, but missed the hooks. When the lure hit the water, I popped it. The red hit again and missed again. The third time was the charm and I set the hook. The red took off on a fast run, heading toward KSC. The fish was big enough to pull my little canoe pretty far, so I held my rod tip up with one hand while dropping a small anchor off the stern. Twenty-five minutes later I had a very nice 28 lb red next to the canoe. I quickly weighed it, took a digital photo and released it. As the red swam away, I rinsed the fish slime off my hands in the brackish water. Most of the bottom was covered in sea grass, but my canoe was in the middle of a bare spot. Poking out of the sand was the side of a smooth object that looked like it didn't belong there. It was a bright, smooth, polished white with distinct red and gold markings. I tossed my bow anchor out and tightened the line to hold my canoe in place. The water was only knee deep and I stepped out onto the sand with my paddle in my hand. Sweeping rapidly with the paddle, I blew the sand away from whatever it was until most of it was revealed. Dropping the paddle back in the canoe, I dug my fingers under the object and tugged it loose. I swished it back and forth in the water, getting the last of the sand off. It was about twenty inches long and fifteen inches around. It weighed maybe thirty-five pounds. It was so smooth it seemed to be Teflon coated. Red and gold patterns and swirls covered the perfectly white surface. Its shape was really odd. If you took a bronze statue of a man in fetal position, heated it until it started to melt and then finished with a very high quality ceramic coating, you'd get the object I was holding. I set the thing in the bottom of the canoe and climbed in. I pulled in my anchors and paddled around to the north side of the nearest island. After anchoring again, I picked up the object and examined it closely. There were no real details to see except the red and gold markings. They were beautifully done. I couldn't feel any ridges where they had been applied. I turned the object over and examined the back. In the middle of the upper back was an intricate design, all in gold. It seemed to be slightly raised above the surface and I rubbed it with my fingers. The damned thing moved. I quickly set it on the middle seat of the canoe and instantly regretted not throwing it as far as I could. Too late now. The thing writhed and stretched, like a man waking from a deep sleep. Thoughts of running away or hiding on the other side of the tiny island flashed through my mind, but escape didn't seem possible. I sat, scared shitless, as the thing shifted and grew into a short, powerfully built man with long black hair. He wore nothing but red and gold tattoos over skin that looked like it belonged on a professional surfer. He opened his eyes and looked at me. What's the correct procedure for something like this? I tried to smile. "Welcome to Earth," I said stupidly. ------------------------------ It was a long series of orgasms, even for Linda. Eventually, she pushed my head away and I pulled my fingers out of her. "I want you," she said forcefully. "Inside me. Right now." "My pleasure," I said. "You know I'm always ready to fuck you." She scrambled to the middle of the bed, lay on her back, opened her legs and reached for me. I knelt between her legs for a moment and just looked at her. My hands went to her breasts and felt their perfect shape and firmness. I looked into her eyes and saw the lust and need. This beautiful woman, who I loved with all my being, loved me just as much and wanted me as much as I wanted her. I lined up my cock with her pussy and pushed in slowly. As wet as she was, I could have entered her completely with one thrust, but I took it easy. After half a dozen strokes, I was fully inside her and we began to move in the ancient rhythm. This was straight missionary-position fucking. Nothing fancy. That might come later, but for now we concentrated on our pleasure. We moved slowly at first. As I pulled out of her, I flexed my cock, then relaxed as I thrust into her. She responded by tightening her inner muscles as I pulled out and relaxing them as I pushed in. The result was waves of pleasure for both of us. I kept my orgasm under control, which did nothing to interfere with the wonderful sensations her pussy was giving me. Linda simply enjoyed herself, increasing our speed as her orgasm neared. Within minutes, she was there. Her back was arched, her head was tilted back and I knew what was going to happen. I moved my head to the left just as she bucked hard, snapping her head past my right ear. She came, moaning and shaking. We were fucking at full speed now and I kept up the pace. The wet sounds of my cock in her pussy and our bellies slapping together were loud in the quiet bedroom. I concentrated on giving her everything I had and felt her come again and again. She was gasping and mumbling incoherently. We both had remarkable endurance and it took quite a while for her to begin to tire. I didn't even try to count her orgasms. They seemed to run together into one long, delightful chain. Finally, she slowed and lay almost still. Her breathing returned to normal and I could feel her pussy muscles squeezing my cock. "I didn't feel you cum," she said. "Of course, I was kind of distracted for a while there." "No, I haven't cum yet," I said. "I wanted to wait until you were finished. I'm ready now." "Pull out for a second," she whispered. "I want to taste you." I pulled out with a smile and rose to my knees, still between her legs. She sat up and took my cock in her hand. I was slippery with her juices. She stroked me slowly, looking at my cock with an expression of fascination. "I love your cock," she said. "It's so hard and smooth. I love feeling you cum inside me and in my mouth and in my hand." Linda smiled up at me. "Are you going to cum inside me soon?" "Oh, yes," I said. "Are you going to suck me a little before I do?" She smiled and nodded, then took my cock into her mouth. It's a good thing I was still fully under control. Her mouth and tongue were doing fantastic things. I let her continue for much longer that I'd intended. She knew exactly what I liked and was determined to give me the best blowjob she could. I was seriously considering cumming in her mouth when she released me and lay back. "Time to fuck," she said. "Time to cum in my pussy." Within seconds, I was inside her. She knew I sometimes liked slow fucking when I was ready to cum. I pushed hard into her and stayed there, feeling her grip me, massaging my cock as only she could. I flexed back at her, matching her rhythm. We looked into each other's eyes and, except for our flexing and squeezing, we didn't move. "Damn," I whispered, "your pussy is so strong. That feels so damn good." Her response was a long moan. The steady pressure of the base of my cock against her clit, plus the stimulation from inside was getting to her. Her mouth was open and she was breathing hard. "Shit," she gasped, "I was supposed to make you cum, but, aaahh," she sighed, "I'm going to cum first. How the hell do you do that?" I smiled. "Cum for me. Look into my eyes and cum hard. Then I'll cum for you." Struggling to keep her eyes open and on mine, she did as I asked. I released my control and in seconds I was cumming with her. We lay together for a few minutes, kissing and holding each other. My cock was still hard, still inside her. I pulled out and rolled off her, stretching out on the bed. Linda turned on her side and wrapped her hand around my cock. "It's amazing," she said. "When I tell my friends you can stay hard for hours and cum as many times as you do, they don't believe me. They're always complaining their husbands cum in five or ten minutes or can't stay hard long enough to get them off or can't get it up at all." "What do they say," I asked, "when you tell them you can cum continually for two or three minutes and do it every ten minutes?" She laughed. "They all call bullshit on me. Seriously, they think I'm a liar. It bugs the hell out of me." "Well," I said thoughtfully, "why don't you invite them over and let them watch?" "Let them watch," she almost yelled? "Are you fucking crazy? Would you really fuck me while my friends watched?" "Only on the condition," I said, "that I get to fuck them if I want to." "OK," she said and rolled her eyes, "Now I know you're nuts. You know we're talking about Nancy and Pat and Paula and Diane. I know the kind of woman you're attracted to. Do you really want to fuck any of them?" "Well," I said, reconsidering, "now that you mention it, I don't want to fuck them. You're just going to have to get some sexier friends or the deal's off!" She threw herself on top of me, laughing hysterically. The laughing fit turned into a kiss and that led, as it usually does, to her reaching between us and guiding my cock back where it belonged. With Linda on top, I could relax and let her do most of the work. She moved smoothly up and down on my cock and I kept myself occupied by kissing, licking, sucking and caressing her nipples. I moved my left hand down between our bodies, palm up, until I reached her pussy. There was lots of her natural lube available. I made sure my two middle fingers were well coated, then began rubbing them in a circular motion over her clit. I coordinated my circles with her movements and soon I could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm. She braced both hands on my chest and leaned back with her mouth open and her eyes closed. She grunted a couple of times and dropped her chin to her chest. She came. I grabbed her ass with my right hand, sliding my fingers into her ass crack at the base of her spine and pressed in, countering the pressure on her clit. She came. She leaned forward and I latched onto her left nipple, sucking hard and flicking it with my tongue. She came. As she lost control, I picked up her movements, fucking her hard. She came. I kept fucking her and she kept cumming. With each orgasm, she lowered herself a little more until she was lying against me with her head next to mine. As she came for the last time, I released my control and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to cum inside you." I slowed my pace to the speed I like and she responded by sitting up. With one hand on my chest, she reached around with the other and cupped my balls. She held herself still, allowing me to do the fucking while she used her fingers on my sac. "Is that good?" she asked. "Can I make it better?" "It's perfect," I said. "Your pussy is perfect. Your fingers are perfect." I cupped her breasts. "Your whole body is perfect. I love you. I love fucking you." "Cum for me then," she said, smiling. "Look into my eyes and cum hard." I looked into her eyes and came, hard. It may not have been the greatest orgasm in the history of the world, but it was definitely in the top ten. ------------------------------ The creature smiled back at me, showing impossibly perfect, white teeth. His head turned and he looked intently in all directions. His expression changed from a smile to amazement. He looked around again, moving slowly. He paused for several minutes, looking toward KSC. He tilted his head to one side and then the other, seeming to listen closely to something only he could hear. Finally, he looked at me. I tried to keep a neutral expression on my face while not crapping in my shorts. "Is this your language?" he rumbled. I nodded, not trusting my voice. "I like it," he said. "It's ugly, but it has by far the largest vocabulary of any language I've encountered." Except for the super-low bass voice, he sounded like a Harvard professor. Had he just learned the entire English language in less than ten minutes? It seemed that he had. "Are your people familiar with my kind?" he asked. I cleared my throat, trying to get control of my voice. "Only as legends," I said. "We call you 'Genies'. I've heard you called 'Afrits', too." He smiled. "Yes, we were called Afrits for many years. It's a derivation of the word 'frightener'. I'll try not to frighten you. What have you heard of us?" I was going to have to be careful, now. I certainly didn't want to offend this creature and I didn't know what would offend him. Try to keep it polite and impersonal. Being turned into a thin red mist would be a poor ending to my little fishing trip. Fishing for Genies "The most common story is about the 'wishing game'," I said. "The idea is that an Afrit grants a human a certain number of wishes, usually three. The human makes a mistake with the first wish and has to use the second wish to correct it. Then he uses the last wish for something stupid or trivial. The moral of the story is that most humans are morons who don't take the time to think through their wishes or they phrase their wishes in a way the Afrit can turn against them if he wants." The Afrit laughed. "That's not far off the mark," he chuckled. "I've played that game many times. It often ends as you said." He grew serious. "I've been at rest for a very long time. There were few humans in this area when I came here. They were very primitive, using only stone and bone for their tools. Across the ocean, humans had covered the land. They fought constantly. Communication with them was difficult. They rarely had anything interesting to say. My own people aren't very sociable. I grew bored and came here for rest. I didn't expect to be awakened for a long time, but it's been much longer that I'd planned. I'm glad you found me. The next storm might have washed sand over me and buried me again. I don't sense time passing when I'm at rest. I might not have been found for centuries, if ever." The Afrit smiled at me again. "Usually, I play the wishing game with those who awaken me. They're almost always dull, crude, greedy, uninteresting folk. Often, I'm not happy to be disturbed and I allow them to make their mistakes and end up with nothing or nearly nothing. Sometimes they end up dead. After the game has ended, I look around and, if nothing interesting presents itself, I find a secluded place to rest. This time is different". He waved his arm in a circle. "The world has changed almost beyond recognition. Humans have developed technology and governments that I wouldn't have believed possible. They're still often stupid and greedy and mad for power, but they've made enormous progress in spite of that. You're a pretty normal man, but you're well educated by your standards. I've looked into your mind and you're totally without superstition or belief in any 'supernatural' beings." He grinned at me. "Until now, that is. Such a thing was almost unknown when I came here." "So," he said, "I'm going to grant you wishes in a way that's never been done before. I'm going to give you a certain amount of time to make wishes and I'll grant all of them. How much time do you want?" I was stunned. How long did I want? How about 50 years? How about 100 years? Hell, I'd settle for ten minutes. I certainly didn't want to appear greedy. He might get pissed and call the whole thing off. Would he agree to a week or two? I didn't want to push my luck. Maybe a few days. I took a deep breath. "How does 100 hours sound?" I asked. The Afrit laughed long and hard as I sat there hoping I hadn't asked for too much. "That was a good answer," he said. "You're more intelligent than I thought. It's too long, though. I'll give you 10 hours. Starting now." ------------------------------ Linda kissed me and then slid my cock out of her. "Gotta pee," she said and ran for the bathroom. I followed more slowly. I turned on the shower and stepped in. A minute later, Linda joined me. We soaped each other, making sure to get all the good parts clean. Linda squirted some liquid soap onto her hands and began stoking my cock and balls. She sat on one of the built-in seats and pumped me steadily. "I want to watch you cum," she whispered. "I want to feel you cum in my hand." I gripped the towel bar and put my other hand on the glass wall of the shower. Her hands were hitting all the best places. She knew exactly how to give me the most stimulation and it took just a few minutes until I was ready. The first rope of cum hit her on the collarbone, the next just below it and the third on her breast. She continued to stroke me and I groaned as I came. "Don't stop," I gasped. "Keep going. Don't stop." She scooped some of my cum off her chest and added it to the slippery soap. She pumped me, using her thumb on the underside of my cock and her fingertips on my balls. She blew lightly on my wet cock, producing a tingling sensation. The sight of her jerking me off was tremendously erotic and in a few moments I was cumming again, grunting hard and barely able to breathe. Linda's movements slowed and she laughed like a delighted child. "I hope that felt as good as it looked. It looked fantastic!" I could only nod. We rinsed the soap and cum off our bodies, dried each other, brushed our teeth and headed downstairs to the kitchen. For the next 45 minutes, we had breakfast and watched the local news. It was a beautiful day. We went back upstairs and out onto the screened-in deck. Our house is on the north shore of a large lake. The nearest neighbors across the lake are over 600 yards away. Our back yard is separated from the yards on both sides by tall bushes and a thick stand of bamboo. Our deck is very private and we never worry about being seen out there. We sat naked on the wide love seat and watched the ducks on the lake. Two swans paddled by. An osprey was fishing near the east shore. It was a lovely view and I was horney. It turned out I wasn't the only one. Linda stood and walked to the edge of the deck. Her wide shoulders, small waist and toned ass made the lovely view of the lake look pretty sad. She pulled a chair over and shoved the front of it up against the rail at the edge of the deck. Standing behind the chair, she leaned over with her arms resting on the chair's back. This had the effect she was looking for. She was bent at the waist and her feet were more than shoulder-width apart. Five feet in front of me, her pussy was exposed. Her outer lips were open and I could see drops of moisture from her own fluids and my cum inside her. I'd allowed my erection to fade, but now I used a little trick I knew to bring it back. Quietly, I snuck up behind her, grabbed her hips and thrust my cock into her. She jumped, but then pressed back against me. "That was rude," she said. "Like you didn't expect it," I laughed. "That pose said 'fuck me' and you know it." "So fuck me," she agreed. She took my right wrist and guided my hand around her until my fingers were on her clit. "Make me cum," she sighed. "Fuck me and caress me and make me cum." I held her with my left arm around her belly, rubbed her wet clit and fucked her, speeding up as she got closer to her orgasm. Her body stiffened and she rose on the balls of her feet. Her head was back next to mine. She turned her head and tried to kiss me, but the position didn't allow for kissing. We pressed our heads together and rode the wonderful feelings. Suddenly, she snapped her head forward and moaned loudly. I could feel her muscles tighten as her orgasm shook her. Supporting her with my left arm, I increased pressure on her clit and she came again, then a third time. As her third orgasm ended, she pulled my hand away from her clit and relaxed. "That was really, really good," she said softly. "Do you want to cum?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "Any second now." I held her breasts with both hands. She wiggled against me as I pulled almost all the way out of her, then slid in as far as I could. Two more strokes and I shot my cum into her. ------------------------------ I'd had a "what would you ask for if you had three wishes" conversation with some Air Force buddies and Delta Force operators during a long flight back from Panama several years ago. Some very good points had been made and some excellent wishes had been described. I'd daydreamed about it since then and had a good idea of what I wanted. "First of all," I said to the Afrit, "I want you to grant my wishes in the way I want them to be granted. I'll try to make my wishes unambiguous. If there's more than one way my wishes could be interpreted, I want you to grant them in a way I would approve of. Grant my wishes so that I get the best result in my opinion. If you see that I'm making a mistake or if you see an alternative that would work better in my opinion, I want you to tell me about it right then. I want you to make my best interests your top priority. But, if I ask for something that would have significant negative consequences for other people who I care about, tell me. If my wishes hurt criminals or terrorists or others who I consider enemies, that's OK." "Very good," said the Afrit. "I agree." "My first wish is for optimum health for me and my family. That includes my wife, Linda, our daughter, Tracy, our grandson, Mark our son, Gary, my sister Kate and my wife's brother and sisters." I went on to describe what I meant by 'optimum' and spelled out specific physical changes I wanted for some of the family members. I asked for total immunity to all current and future diseases and a high resistance to accidents and injuries. My descriptions of sexual characteristics, attitudes, desires and performance for my wife and I got pretty graphic. In particular, I wanted the ability to control my erections and orgasms. I wanted a constant supply of seminal fluid available at all times so I could get the most out of my orgasms. I wanted Linda and I to have a very high sex drive, the ability to have multiple orgasms and have them as frequently as we wanted. I wanted maximum endurance for both of us. Until now, Linda would give me blowjobs or handjobs if I asked for them, but she wasn't wild about giving them. I wanted that changed. She wasn't really adventurous when it came to trying different positions and fucking anywhere except the bedroom. I wanted that changed, too. She took our lovemaking seriously and I wanted her to be a lot more fun loving and playful and to love fucking for the sake of fucking. I wanted her to enjoy receiving oral sex more and have the ability and strong desire to have multiple orgasms when I went down on her. "And," I said, "I want these changes to be made in a way that won't disturb the people involved. They aren't to notice the changes taking place. They'll take the changes in stride and believe they've always been that way. People around them will also think there's nothing new. Linda will remember her former attitudes and abilities and will vaguely wonder why she didn't feel this way before. It won't bother her, though. She'll simply enjoy her new feelings and abilities." The Afrit nodded. "Some of the people you mentioned are still asleep. I've made the changes to them already. It'll take a little longer for the others. I have to wait until they're alone. They won't remember a thing. What's your next wish?" My next two wishes concerned money. It turned out the Afrit could produce written material from the future. I asked for certain financial newsletters for each quarter over the next 50 years. I had him rent a large, secure storage unit near my home and fill it with the documents and with cash taken from terrorists, drug cartels, organized crime gangs and governments that I disapproved of. It took several billion dollars, neatly boxed, to fill the space. I asked for a series of "most important events of the year" articles for the next 50 years, plus a list of events that I would personally want to know about. By the time I ran down, it was after 10AM. "I want you to stay with me until the ten hours are up," I said. "Don't let anyone else see you. I want to be able to communicate with you telepathically." "Not a problem," he said. "If you want, I can put your car in your garage, clean and hang your canoe and you can go inside and see your new wife. I'll make the changes to you at the same time." "Perfect," I said. "Do that." An instant later I was sitting at my workbench in the garage. My car was parked in its usual place and the canoe was hanging on its brackets. The Afrit was standing next to me. "That's fun, isn't it," he grinned. "Your wife's just getting into the shower and thinking about fucking you. Why don't you join her?" ------------------------------ I slid out of Linda's pussy, stepped back and slumped on the love seat. Linda sat beside me, making an instant wet spot. She lay against me in the crook of my arm and we watched the lake in silence. We'd had an active morning and before long I dozed off. When I woke up, Linda was asleep with her head in my lap. I could see her eyeballs moving back and forth under her eyelids. She was dreaming. Her breathing was soft and even, her breasts rising and falling. She was beautiful. My cock began to swell until it was stopped by the back of her head. Her hair felt soft and warm against me. I'd watched her sleep for about ten minutes, when she stirred and opened her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Watching you sleep," I said. "Looking at your body. Thinking about how much I love you. Looking at your body. Thinking about how sexy you are. Looking at your body. Getting an erection. Stuff like that." She sat up and looked down at my cock. "Well," she said, "I believe the 'getting an erection' part. It looks like a very nice erection, too. Would you like one of my famous, world-class blowjobs?" "There's nothing I'd like better," I said softly. "A nice long blowjob would really hit the spot." I moved back against the arm of the love seat and opened my legs, putting my left leg against the back cushions and resting my right foot on the tiled floor. Linda lay on her stomach between my legs, propped up on her elbows. She held my cock in her hand, pushed it against my belly and began licking my balls. She took her time, using her lips and tongue on my balls while her hand squeezed and released, squeezed and released my shaft. Soon, I was as hard as I've ever been. She raised herself slightly and slid my cock into her mouth. My orgasm control was firmly in the "off" position and I wasn't going to last long. With my hands loosely in her hair, Linda bobbed her head up and down, pausing every now and then to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock and lick the underside. In just a few minutes, my abs were starting to twitch and I was making short thrusting motions. I exhaled sharply and Linda sucked hard, rubbing the underside of my cock with her tongue. The feeling was exquisite. I raised my hips a few inches and came in her mouth. She pumped my shaft and sucked the head of my cock as I shot my cum onto her tongue. When my orgasm stopped, she swallowed a couple of times and continued blowing me. This time, she concentrated on the head of my cock. One hand pumped my shaft while the other stroked my balls, but that was just the sideshow. The main activity was inside her mouth. She sucked and licked, deep throating me every now and then so I wouldn't get bored. In less than five minutes, I was breathing hard and could feel the familiar tingle creeping down the backs of my thighs and up my scalp. She took me all the way down her throat and held me there as I came. I could feel her throat muscles working and my orgasm seemed to go on forever. When I finally stopped cumming, she pulled off my cock and smiled at me. "What do you say, sailor? Ready for another round?" I nodded enthusiastically and she slid her lips back over my cock. Nothing complicated this time. Her mouth took me in long strokes, from the head of my cock to the base of my shaft. She simply sucked my cock in the classic manner. My hips rose to meet her mouth with each stroke. She was fucking me hard with her mouth. It felt fantastic. I grunted and groaned and gasped, feeling my orgasm build. When I came, she sucked hard on my cock and held her head still, letting me fuck her face. I thrust and thrust, shooting ropes of cum into her mouth. She moaned deep in her throat and the vibrations set me off again. My third orgasm hadn't stopped when the new one slammed me. I came really hard, fucking her mouth. I was almost out of control, thrusting my cock into her mouth so hard I was afraid I might hurt her. Linda's moaning let me know she was alright. She didn't pull away and she kept sucking me. She swallowed as often as she could and I came again and then again. So many orgasms in less than fifteen minutes were a lot. My thrusting slowed and I pushed Linda's head away. A mixture of cum and saliva was dripping off her chin. I was breathing like I'd run a fast mile in the nude. "Holy crap," she gasped. "That was so hot! It felt like you came twenty times!" "Maybe six or seven times," I grinned. "Your blowjobs always feel so good. Watching you suck me is almost as good as the feeling." We always kept a hand towel in a drawer in the patio table. Linda used it to wipe her face and my cock, balls and butt. It would be hours before the cushions dried. ------------------------------ I dropped my clothes in the bedroom and walked into the bathroom. "I'm home," I called. "Oh, good," she answered. "I was just thinking about you." I stepped into the shower and hugged her. "What were you thinking about?" I asked. "I was thinking about making love," she said. She rubbed soap over my shoulders, chest and belly. "I was thinking about what you feel like inside me. I woke up feeling great and feeling horney. I was thinking how much I wanted you to come home and make love to me." I was soaping her breasts. She'd begun to sag a bit, but now that the Afrit had done his work, her breasts were standing out, firm and lovely. Her nipples were erect. The fine wrinkles were gone from her face and her skin was tight. I reached down and stroked her hairless pussy. She stroked my shaft and played with my balls. We kissed with the water pouring over us. Linda set one foot on the seat and guided me into her. This was a first for her. She'd never cared for fucking in the shower. With her butt against the shower wall, she held my ass and we fucked gently. There was no hurry. I held her face while I thrust into her. I found that I could allow myself to feel everything, right up to the moment of orgasm without actually cumming. I could sustain the feeling of imminent orgasm for as long as I wanted, instead of the few seconds I was used to. Linda moaned into my mouth and I could feel her pussy tighten. She put her head against my chest, moaned again and pulled me all the way into her as she came. She grabbed my hips and encouraged my thrusts. I fucked her a little faster. Her moans became short gasps and aaahhs of pleasure. I felt her pussy spasm as she came a second, third and fourth time. I couldn't take any more. I released my control and came instantly, setting her off again. When her orgasm stopped, I pulled out of her. I was still hard. It was going to take time to get used to my ability to have multiple orgasms. We held each other and kissed. She broke the kiss and looked up at me. "That was wonderful," she sighed. "We should do that more often." She picked up the soap and began washing me again. My cock was sticking straight out and she soaped me, stroking my shaft. "You're still hard," she said. "Can you cum again?" "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can," I said. She rinsed the soap off me and sat on the seat. Without any hesitation, she bent forward and licked my cock. I'd never gotten a blowjob in the shower before, at least not from Linda. In college, a girlfriend had enjoyed giving head, but she'd only sucked me once in the shower. Her favorite place was in public parking lots. Linda started bobbing her head up and down. I touched her face and said, "Slow. Take it slow. We have time and I can feel you better if you move slower." Watching her blow me was a huge turn-on. I could feel her lips and tongue on my shaft and her fingers on my balls. As I felt myself getting close, I warned her, "I'm going to cum pretty soon." She'd never wanted my cum in her mouth. She always pulled her mouth away when she felt me getting ready to cum and jerked me off. This time, she kept sucking me. Even when she heard me grunt and felt the first spurt of cum in her mouth, she held me, rubbing the underside of my cock with her tongue. It was so erotic that I came again a few seconds later. She didn't let two loads of cum in her mouth stop her. The pleasure of two orgasms back-to-back like that was such a thrill that I came a third time. It was unbelievable. I'd had three orgasms in less than a minute and I was still hard. I could cum again if I wanted to. Fishing for Genies Linda leaned back against the shower wall and swallowed a couple of times. She smiled. "It feels kind of like yogurt," she said. "The taste isn't bad at all. I don't know why I didn't like it before." She looked at my cock, still hard, still seemingly ready for more. She touched it with an expression of wonder. "Wow. Still hard. Do you want me to blow you again? Do you want to go to bed? Or to another room? I want to feel you inside me. I haven't felt like this in years. I'd forgotten how much fun it is to just make each other cum." She had the sexiest grin on her face. "Let's stay home and make love all day. Are you up for it?" Our new life had begun.