Chapter 2



Again Jack regained consciousness. Again he looked around to make sure
it hadn't all been a dream, and again he found the Genie kneeling before
him. She was calm and composed, her long hair neatly brushed and shiny,
the only clue of what had just happened being a flush to her cheeks.
This bugged Jack just a little. He felt completely spent after the
recent activities, and figured that, what with the vigorous fucking he
had just given her - her first fucking ever, to boot - she should feel
the same. But there she was, apparently no worse for wear.

Jack leaned back on the couch and just stared at her for a few moments.
When he looked closely at her face, he noticed what appeared to be the
tracks of a tear under one eye. He asked, "Are you crying?"

She smiled self-consciously and bowed her head a bit lower. "Yes master.
Just a little. I am sorry."

"Why? I mean why are you crying."

"Because I am happy, master."

"Why, because I 'fucked you senseless'? Did I, in fact, fuck you
senseless, by the way?"

"Her smile widened, and her cheeks turned redder. "Yes you did master.
We both collapsed on a heap in the floor for a few moments. And yes,
that is part of what makes me happy."

"What do you mean? Wait, come here and lie with me. I'm tired of seeing
you kneeling there."

Jack turned to lie on the couch propped up on several pillows, then she
did as he directed, laying her body spooned on top of his so that his
chin rested lightly on the top of her head, her glorious, silken hair
cascading down his side and the front of the couch.  His cock, soft at
the moment (but still in its new, larger state, he noticed) threatened
to harden again at the sensuous weight of her body on his, but he
ignored it as best he could. Luckily her head was currently blocking his
view of her breasts, or his concentration would probably have
disintegrated entirely. Once they were comfortable, he asked her to
continue.

"As your Genie servant I am your slave, body and spirit. You can do with
me absolutely anything you want. You can even destroy me, if that is
your wish.  It is accepted. You do not have to give me pleasure, or
treat me kindly in any way. You have already given me more pleasure than
I could ever expect, and even if you never do so again, it is a
wonderful gift. That is why I am crying."

This answer horrified Jack. That any creature such as this could be so
thankful for so little was shocking. How were people, or Genies, treated
in her day that she should be so appreciative?  He mulled over this for
a few moments, stroking her hair, and then finally said softly, "Ok,
listen to me. I am having a hard time believing all this is happening. I
still expect to wake from this wonderful dream at any moment. But here's
the deal: I'm not sure how women, either human or Genie, were treated in
the day you were... born, but it's different now, or at least I'm
different. If what you say is true, that you are mine for life, and that
you have been created to my 'specifications', then I think you are going
to be much more than a slave.  What, I don't know yet." He snorted.
"Hell, I have only known you for a few hours, and all of that has been
sex. I don't even know your name! What is it by the way?"

"I don't have one yet, master. It is up to you to give me one."

"Uh, wow, ok. Um, I'll have to think about that later." He paused a
moment to get back on his train of thought. "In any event, I couldn't
stand myself if I treated you the way you say some might have in your
day. If we are going to be together for as long as you say we will, then
I think our... 'relationship' will have to be much more than me giving
you orders. As I say, I don't know what exactly that relationship will
be, but I think we will be much more companions than 'Master and Slave.'
Understand?"

"Yes, master." He could tell by the hitch in her voice that she was
crying again.

"You ok?"

"Yes, master, quite ok."

And another thing; to be perfectly honest, even after everything I just
said, I do kinda like being called Master by a sexy, beautiful woman.
However, that could get a bit of a problem in public. Why don't you call
me Jack? We'll save 'Master' for special occasions."

"Yes, Jack."

The idea of taking her in public brought him back to just what kind of
relationship they would share. "So, can you be like a girlfriend or wife
or...?"

"Yes, I can be anything you wish. I will always be at your command,
however."

"Ok, but is it real? I mean would you be a 'real' wife or whatever? I
guess what I am trying to say is do you feel real affection. Can you
feel love?"

She turned her head to look up into his eyes, revealing a tantalizing
view of her right nipple in the process. "I can and do, Jack. I love you
now and always. Its part of what I am."

"How can you say that?! You have only known me for a few hours!"

"Part of my creation binds me to you, to love you completely and
unconditionally."

"Even if I was as cruel as you say some... 'masters' might be?"

"Yes."

Jack contemplated this for a few minutes, uncomfortable with the idea of
instant, complete and unconditional love.  He at last decided that he
would just have to see how this thing went. He definitely couldn't say
he returned all her feelings yet. But he could see himself falling very,
very hard for her, which scared and excited him, and made him want to be
a bit cautious. He decided to change the subject for now.

"So, as a 'Sex Genie' what are you capable of doing? I know you said
earlier that you were powerful, but can only grant wishes that involve
sex."

Yes, any wish such as that I can grant."

"So, I can't wish for, say, a new DVD player?"

Tingle. "No. That is not an erotic or sexual wish."

"So, does that mean that you don't have the ability to create a DVD
player?"

"Oh, no, it is certainly within my powers to create a DVD player."

"Well then..." He thought for a moment, and then tried again. "Does that
mean that you could create a DVD player if it were part of an erotic
wish?"

"If the wish were constructed correctly, then yes, that would be within
the boundaries of the rules governing my abilities. It would fall into
the area of indirect effects of an erotic wish."

"Ok, so how do I construct an erotic wish so that I get a DVD player out
of it?"

She smiled apologetically up at him. "Sorry, Master, I am not allowed to
tell you that. You must discover it for yourself."

"Hmmmm," he thought for a few moments, not sure what to ask next. Then a
startling question popped into his head. "Are there other Genies around?
Still?"

She didn't answer for a moment, as if thinking. Finally she said, "I
don't know. It's quite possible. However, your initial disbelief that I
was one, if that would be a common reaction, probably means that they
are quite rare, now."

"Can't you... feel them, or something?"

"No. That ability in Genie servants has been forbidden almost since the
beginning, after many early masters pitted their Genies against each
other. Since then, for the protection of both Genie and Master we cannot
detect each other."

"So they can't feel you, either."

"No. Not unless something changed after I entered my vessel."

"Huh." That seemed to exhaust that topic for the moment. He turned his
thoughts back to her abilities. He had so many questions that he didn't
know what to ask next. Finally he said, "Tell me more about what
interesting things you can do."

"Yes, Jack." Again the brief tingle. "I can make any change to either
you or myself that you might wish, with very few limits. I can make any
sexual fantasy come true, no matter how impossible it might seem. You
can have anyone you wish, in whatever situation you wish. The
possibilities are truly endless."

He reflected on her words for a moment. "What are the limits you just
mentioned?"

"In relation to making changes to you or myself?"

He nodded.

"Well, basically the only changes I cannot make to you are ones that
would cause you permanent harm or death.  I also cannot grant you my
abilities. As for myself, I cannot expand my powers, nor can I decrease
them or completely give them up."

"Can you... reproduce? Have a baby?"

She paused again before answering. "Yes, if you wish. It wouldn't be a
Jinn baby, though. It would be human."

He contemplated a bit more, trying to put everything she said into
perspective. Finally he said, "Wow. That's all a lot to think about." He
smiled, "Not that I can concentrate on anything with you lying as you
are." His now mostly-erect cock nestling in the crack of her ass gave
extra meaning to his words.

She wriggled her satiny skin deliciously against him, pulling him a bit
deeper into her crack as she asked innocently "Would you like me to
move, Jack?"

"Ye...,"he had to clear his throat before trying again. "Yes. Turn over,
please."

This resulted in more delicious rubbing as she turned over to lie face
down on him, her firm breasts and hard nipples pressing into his chest,
the fuzz between her legs tickling his balls and the base of his cock.
"Yes, master," she murmured, locking her green eyes onto his.

"You know," he said a bit breathlessly, his now fully-erect cock pressed
between her belly and his, "I haven't even kissed you, yet." With that,
he placed his hand on the back of her head and gently pulled her lips to
his.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, lost in each other.  For what
seemed an hour their lips simply teased and caressed. During the second
hour their kisses became much more prolonged and passionate.  By about
the third hour their tongues had started to play, first at hide-and-seek
and tag before moving on to some serious wrestling.  After another hour
or so Jack realized that his hands were idle, and quickly rectified this
by caressing her back. This elicited some soft purring around her
tongue, which developed into soft moans as his hands ever so slowly
worked their way down to her soft, firm cheeks. After a time of
alternating gentle squeezes and light caresses with the occasional
kneading, Jack finally rested his palms against her rear and came up for
air.

He was surprised to find that it was still daylight, much less only late
morning. Had all this really happened in only a few hours? He smiled to
himself, thinking she must be able to alter time, as well.  Then his
smile faded as he gave that idea more serious thought. COULD she alter
time if he wanted?

His thoughts were interrupted by her asking, "Are you ok, Jack?" She had
been watching the changing expressions on his face, and was apparently
curious, if not concerned, by what they meant.

He quickly filed the time question with all the other questions and
ideas that had occurred to him, ideas to be explored at a later time.
"I'm wonderful! Still just trying to take this all in." He smiled at
her. "You know, lying here on the couch like this with you is incredible
and all, but it's getting a bit confining. How about floating us over to
the bed."

She grinned. "Yes, Jack." They immediately lifted off the couch, her
tantalizing weight still fully atop him, her glossy auburn mane of hair
cascading over his right shoulder.

As they floated nearer the bed, however, he discovered a small kink in
the plan.  Like many single guys, Jack seldom made up his bed. His was
at the moment a rumpled mess.  He considered continuing the fun
suspended in midair, but quickly turned the idea down, at least for now.
One of the few thoughts he could recall from all the time his lips and
tongue had danced with hers had resulted in a decision to take this
magic wish thing very slowly. Not that he was afraid of it or anything,
he assured himself firmly. He just wanted to savor each and every
experience.  He was afraid that the activities earlier in the morning
had already spoiled him a bit for any regular blowjob.  Now, he
suspected, it would take quite a bit to top the lovely round of sex with
a beautiful woman lying back on nothing. He figured it would be all too
easy to take this thing for granted, and he didn't want to do that.

"Can you, um, make the bed?" he asked instead, a bit embarrassed.  She
smiled at him in what he would have sworn had been a motherly fashion if
not for the current circumstances. She also rolled her eyes, but then
they flashed, and the bed was quickly and neatly made. He briefly
considered some sort of entertaining chastisement for the eye-rolling
thing, and then filed that idea away for later, too.

They settled down gently on the bed and immediately began kissing again,
this time accompanied with much mutual caressing and fondling and
rolling around. He eventually wound up straddling her hips, looking down
at her lovely, slightly flushed face and captivating green eyes.  As
much as he would have loved to lose himself in those eyes forever,
though, he had a job to do.

Giving her lips another sound kiss, he then worked his way across her
jaw-line, down her neck, and across her shoulder, eliciting soft moans
and gasps as he went. Finally he reached his current goal; her perfect
breasts.  He had always considered himself a bit of a breast man, and
felt he had been quite remiss in not giving this particular perfect pair
the attention they deserved earlier. Even when lying on her back, her
breasts stood high, firm, and proud.  While not huge, they were nicely
large and round in proportion to her body. She had said her body was
formed to his ideal, and her tits certainly seemed to support that
statement, at least in appearance.

As far as Jack was concerned, there were two factors that went into the
ultimate set of breasts. Appearance was of course one of them.
Sensitivity to stimulation was the other. He had sometimes heard women
wonder just what men saw in breasts. He and several buddies had spent
quite a few beers in similar discussions. While they had never come away
with any consistent answers as to why guys liked LOOKING at breasts, he
knew one of the main reasons he personally had such a fondness for them:
A good pair of breasts, when wired correctly and operated properly by a
skilled technician, could provide great rewards to their owner.

He had spent many an hour over several girlfriends trying to perfect his
technique. They all had considered him perhaps a bit obsessed, but none
had complained about the resulting attention, especially his last
girlfriend.  While her breasts had not quite been the most sensitive of
the lot, they had been close, and that plus his past experience had
allowed him to drive her moderately nuts from the stimulation on
frequent occasions, even achieving an occasional small orgasm. Now,
looking down at the lovely globes beneath him, it was time to see it
they really qualified as the ultimate pair.

He began by caressing the firm, silky flesh with the lightest of feather
touches, avoiding the nipples and areolas for now. That she began to mew
and wiggle almost immediately was a good sign. He increased the pressure
ever so slightly to a level meant to tickle as well as pleasure. He
spent quite some time with this technique, exploring every square
millimeter of her globes to find where she was most sensitive, and then
focusing on those areas.  The undersides of her breasts were especially
vulnerable, resulting in violent squirming and pleading for him to do
something more substantial. He finally relented, by tickling her nipples
instead. She reacted by squirming so much that he could not keep the
contact that he wanted, so he straddled her upper abdomen to hold her in
place.

"But Master..." she pleaded, but he wasn't having any and interrupted
her with a wicked grin. "I seem to remember someone tormenting me in a
similar fashion earlier this morning. It's only fair." Actually, it
wasn't really. His earlier torment had been at his request, and hers
wasn't. Still, he was having fun, so...

He continued to tickle as she squirmed and continued to plead. He
finally increased the pressure of his touch a bit more as he ran his
fingers around her nipples and areolae.  The pleas turned to moans. He
continued to slowly increase the intensity of his touch, from lightly
rolling her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, to firm pinching and
pulling. The level of moans increased at an equal rate.

Finally deciding that his mouth should be in on the fun, he slid down to
lie on top of her with his face at tit level. He then started the entire
process over using only his tongue, switching between breasts frequently
and at random to heighten her frustration.  By the time he made it back
to her nipples, her pleas and cries were incoherent. He continued his
rapid switching between breasts as he alternated flicking the nipple
lightly and quickly with his tongue, sucking the entire areola into his
mouth and nipping it with his teeth, licking around the nipple in quick
circular strokes, and anything else he could think of. After he brought
his hands back into play by grasping and gently squeezing her tits to
distend her nipples out toward his attentions, he was finally rewarded
with what he had been seeking; her moans and gasps increasing into the
full body shudder of an orgasm.

Once her shuddering stopped, he leaned back to admire her perfect,
flushed orbs, happy in the knowledge that they were, in fact, his idea
of perfect, and that he would be having lots of fun with them in the
time to come. He then looked up into her eyes, and was a bit shocked at
the raw lust shining from her eyes. Apparently her recent orgasm had
acted as an appetizer, serving to whet her appetite rather than satisfy
it.

He crawled up her until his face was level with hers, gave her a quick
peck on the lips, then faking a huge yawn, said, "Well, all this sex has
me really tired. How 'bout a nap?"

She growled, then with surprising strength flipped him over and
straddled him. She was about to impale herself on him, but before she
could he said, "Just what do you think you are doing?"

The fierce glow in her eyes immediately turned to a look of pleading.
"Master, I need you inside me," she whispered hoarsely.

He made a show of giving this some consideration, then of giving in.
"Very well, you may ride me..."

Before he could finish, she slammed down him, impaling herself to the
hilt. He gasped at the tight wetness engulfing his shaft, and then
continued, "But you will hold off my orgasm to coincide with your third
consecutive one."

Her eyes widened, she said, "Yes, Jack," and then she started moving
over him.  As much as he wanted to thrust with her, he decided to let
her do the work this time. He laid back, relaxed with his hands behind
his head, and watched the show.

And oh, what a show. She threw back her head, her eyes closed, as she
slammed up and down more and more forcefully on his cock. Her firm
breasts bounced deliciously and his hands itched for them, but he
refrained, so she took it upon herself to knead them and pinch and pull
her nipples. This was immediately enough to send her over the edge of
her first orgasm.  She continued without slowing, though.

It was quite an incredible sight for Jack, watching this young woman
ride him with such abandon, her hair flying, his cock appearing and
disappearing as she rose and fell. He raised his hips slightly so that
her weight would press on him instead of her knees as she descended,
forcing his cock in just a bit deeper at the bottom of each stroke.
After about a dozen more strokes or so she came for the second time.

Still she rode on, but she was obviously tiring, so he figured a little
extra stimulation was in order. He beckoned her to lean down over him,
supporting herself with her hands on each side of his chest, all the
time continuing to jackhammer his cock as her hair cascaded down across
his face. He let her continue this way for a few more moments then
reached up and firmly pinched and pulled her nipples. This was enough to
send her over the edge again, and this time she took him with her. But
just as the wave was about to break, he whispered in her ear, "hold us
right here," trusting her to interpret him correctly. And she did, much
to her consternation.

She continued to move over him, maintaining them both at the crest of
orgasm without allowing the wave to crash. It was extremely pleasurable
being held at that point, and extremely tormenting to not be allowed to
explode. He gritted his teeth for a moment, before forcing his body to
relax and ride the crest.

"Please, master... I don't know how much more of this... I can take.
Please let me climax!"

"You mean you aren't enjoying this," he asked, eyes closed, breathing
deeply to try to remain calm.

"Yes...Master, but I'm getting tired..."

"No you aren't. There is no fatigue; you can go on like this
indefinitely."

She groaned in consternation and lust as her pace picked back up to her
original rate. He opened his eyes and looked into hers, and they slowly
lost their pleading look as she rode the crest with him.

Finally, some time later he nodded to her.  Their bodies immediately
shook in mutual explosions which lasted for several moments, and then
her sweaty body collapsed onto him. He held her and stroked her hair as
her breathing slowly returned to normal.  He so enjoyed holding her this
way that, when he felt his cock start to soften and pull out of her, he
asked her to keep him hard and comfortably lubed within her.  She
happily if tiredly complied, and they soon fell asleep with her head
snuggled on his chest and his rock-hard cock still impaled within her to
the hilt. Just before she drifted off she gave him a sleepy smile and
whispered, "If today is any indication, you certainly are going to be an
adventure, Master."