Three More Wishes: Be Kind To Your Genie (12 page)

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Four minutes before the Dismissal Bell rang, I called out, “Cocksuckers, one-minute warning.” I don’t know how the other girls in class responded, but Felicia’s response was to go into warp drive. She’d already popped me once, and odds looked better and better that she’d pop me a second time.

Yet I exerted superhuman self-control, sixty seconds later. “Cocksuckers, mouths up and back away from the cocks!” How I could say this even as I was spurting into my condom, I don’t know.

Then I told Anna Kay, “Go around the room with a trashcan, and collect the used condoms.” Anna Kay did
not
look happy, but she did as she was told.

Meanwhile, Felicia French was sitting on her heels, looking up at me.

I said, “That was excellent, Felicia. I am pleased.” She beamed. Then I asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Um, Marvin sir? Does it count if he’s married?”

“Depends. Has he filed for divorce? Or has his wife?”

“Not yet, Marvin sir, but he says it’s complicated—”

“Uh-huh. Has he moved out of his house? Or has she?”

“No, Marvin sir, but he’s got a big project at work, and he doesn’t have the time—”

“What’s his name?”

“It’s Frank.”

“Too bad for Frank. He snoozed, he losed. I claim you, Felicia French.”

She leaned forward and kissed my by-now-uncondomed dick. “I thank you, Marvin sir.”

“There’s a meeting of my women after school. I’ll meet you here and escort you to the office to sign out, then I’ll escort you to the meeting.”

By now, Anna Kay had returned to my side. I turned to her and said, “We still have a minute before the bell. Kiss Felicia on the mouth, to thank her for giving your clit a party.”

Anna Kay hesitated only a second before giving Felicia a long, hot kiss. Two different guys in the class said, “
Yeah!
”

Seventh period’s Dismissal Bell rang, ending the school day. I hurried to Mr. Quincy’s classroom, to pick up Felicia and escort her to the school office. While Felicia was signing her substitute-teacher sheet, I was getting the lowdown on Janice Wesley’s attendance. As I’d suspected, Janice had missed all classes Friday, as well as Thursday and Wednesday.

Once Felicia and I had finished in the school office, I told her to write down her contact information for me, while I stepped outside to make a phone call.

The news was good. Mr. Dodd had received a fax from Cassandra Farnetti, stating that Aunt Esther had dropped her challenge to the will. Once Mr. Dodd had received that fax, he filed Uncle Warren’s will, and the actual transfer of stuff from Uncle Warren to me wasn’t expected to take long.

Mr. Dodd told me that the probate judge was amazed how
orderly
the submitted paperwork was. There was no “We’re waiting to find out X, Y, and Z.” Why, it was almost as if all the paperwork was prepared in advance! Uncle Warren’s estate was appraised at $31,862,673,129.86, but Mr. Dodd thought that it all could be completely probated in two weeks.

Mr. Dodd then said, “In fact, you can come pick up the house keys right now. Alas, you’re not legal to drive any of the cars yet, sorry.”

I replied, “I have some things to do after school today. I can’t say when I’ll get to your office. But if it’s after hours, please ask Bridget to stay after.”

“No problem, Mr. Harper.”

I sent Mom a text message: “I RUNNG ERRANDS TONIGHT. GET OWN DINNER. M”

****

As Felicia and I were walking down a Plato Smith hallway toward Bellina Mott’s room, I gave her my harem-slave dress code, adding that she was never to get thinner than she was now. I repeated my command that her affair with Frank now was over. Then I asked, “Questions, Felicia?”

“Will you fuck me sometime soon? Since the moment I put my mouth on your cock, all I’ve thought about this afternoon is you taking me completely.”

“I’m working on that. Sometime Sunday.”

****

I walked into Bellina Mott’s classroom with Felicia. Upon seeing her, Elena and Kristin high-fived each other.

“We have a new sister!” Elena said.

“And she’s gorgeous,” Kristin said.

Besides Elena and Kristin, also waiting for me was my teacher-slave, Bellina; my two other student-slaves, Stephanie and Diane; and my harem-slave-on-probation, Anna Kay. Both Anna Kay and Felicia looked nervous, though for different reasons.

I said, “Women, this is Felicia French, substitute teacher and professional model. Welcome her; she is indeed your newest sister.”

Anna Kay asked, “Am I the second-newest sister?”

“We’ll know soon,” I said.

I raised my voice then, and said, “Women, I’m moving into a new place. So all my women are ordered to attend a party to my place, Sunday at one in the afternoon. I don’t know yet whether the pool is clean, but bring swimsuits anyway—the racier the better. We’ll talk, eat, and fuck.”

Everyone was glad to hear this news—except Anna Kay, who looked wistful.

Now I clapped my hands and said, “Bellina, you have Anna Kay’s bra and panties?” Bellina pulled them out of a drawer and raised an eyebrow. But I shook my head, and Bellina put Anna Kay’s underwear back in her drawer.

Then I turned to Anna Kay and said, “You’re already missing your bra and panties—take your blouse off too.”

Seconds later, I said to Anna Kay, “Right now you’re bare to the waist; and below the waist you’re wearing only a skirt, thigh-high stockings, and shoes. You must really want to be one of my women.”

“I do.”

“Why?”

She looked my eyes and said, “Because I love you. You are gentle; you are kind. And sexually, you’re my heart’s desire.”

“I’m gentle and kind? I made you get nearly naked this morning, right here in school. I ordered you to kiss me while another woman sucked my cock.”

“You were testing me.”

“And now you have one more test. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t even know what the test
is
.”

“I’m ready.”

I nodded. Then I raised my voice and said, “Women, I’m headed to the Home Ec Lab to get my Captain America costume fitted, and—”

“Ooh,” said Diane, “can we watch?”

“No. In order to avoid another circus, the only people there will be Ilyana, Mrs. Williams, and I. And since I’ve never been fitted for a skintight superhero costume, I don’t know whether it’ll take ten minutes or two hours.”

“It’s probably like a bridal gown,” Felicia said.

I smiled. “I’ve never been fitted for one of those either.”

Stephanie said, “I’ll bet ‘Sissy Harold’ has! Or wants to be.”

Kristin started to say something angry. But I raised my hand to stop her, then said, “Stephanie, no more of that.”

“Sorry, Marvin,” Stephanie said.

I said, “They’re waiting for me; I need to go. Anna Kay, here is your test: Until I return, you are to lick pussy. It’s up to you, whom you lick and how long. But when I walk through this door again, I expect to find your face between someone’s legs, and everyone vouching for you.”

Diane said, “Um, Marvin? What if we, um,
don’t want
—”

I said, “Diane, Diane, Diane, that is exactly the wrong attitude. Women, anytime I want, I want that I can point to any two of you and say, ‘You, get your pussy naked; and you, go over there and eat her out.’ And then I want the first woman to be responsive, and I want the second woman to be eager and generous. Got it?”

“Sorry, Marvin,” Diane said. Her lip was trembling.

I walked over to her and kissed her forehead. “I’m not mad at you, Diane. Your reaction is natural. But it’s not what I want.”

Then I pulled away from Diane. “Women, just so I’m clear: If Anna Kay chooses you, then I expect you to offer your crotch; and I want you to climax if Anna Kay licks you halfway decently. Anna Kay, I want you to do your damnedest to give dozens of orgasms to whomever you lick. Everyone got me?”

Everyone nodded her head. Kristin was trying to look blasé, but wasn’t succeeding. You might as well ask a small child to look blasé on Christmas morning.

I walked to the classroom door, then said, “Anna Kay, you have anything to say before I leave?”

Anna Kay looked unhappy but also determined, like a private marching into his first battle. Anna Kay said, “The only thing I have to say is: Felicia, panties off.”

****

In the Home Ec Lab, the magic of “let’s just be friends” held; neither Ilyana nor Mrs. Williams raped me, and nobody asked me for sex.

Another kind of magic held as well. I had been five inches shorter when Ilyana had taken her measurements, and yet the Captain America costume fit (more or less) when I tried it on.

Felicia had been a little wrong: In one big way, my costume-fitting was nothing like that for a wedding gown. My costume was “sewn together” with straight pins, and we discovered the hard way that when I flexed muscles, either I got pinpricks or I sent pins flying.

Brides generally do not cause this problem for their seamstresses. (Except for Dolly Parton, when she inhaled.)

Mrs. Williams and I finally declared the fitting as “done” when I could do three different
kata
without once getting pricked or creating pin-shrapnel.

(Yes, Reader, isn’t it amazing that someone who never studied martial arts at all, suddenly knows three different
kata
, and the martial art that each
kata
represents? Gosh, I wonder how that happened?)

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I was gone from Bellina Mott’s classroom for an hour and a half. Walking back to that English classroom from the Home Ec Lab, I noticed the smell from a hundred feet away.

This entire part of the school reeked of happy girl. And was I hearing women’s sexual moans?

I walked in the door, and saw—

On the teacher’s desk were seven neat piles of clothing. Everyone except Anna Kay was naked below the waist; and Elena, Kristin, Stephanie, and Felicia were completely naked.

Anna Kay was eating out Bellina; Diane was eating out Felicia, who was kissing Stephanie and stroking Stephanie’s pussy; while Elena and Kristin were sixty-nining each other.

Reader, it warmed the cockles of my heart.

I knelt down by Anna Kay and said to her, “You need directions to my party on Sunday?”

****

The sun was barely above the treetops when I parked my clunker in the parking lot of Mr. Dodd’s law firm. Bridget’s car was the only other car there. Not a surprise—even lawyers like to leave the office on Friday afternoon.

As soon as I stepped out of my car, the tinted-glass front door of the law office opened and Bridget stepped out. I was relieved that she didn’t seem annoyed by the long wait. In fact, she seemed excited and eager.

I went back into my car, dug around in my book bag, and pocketed two condoms. Just in case.

Bridget gave me bunches of keys to various parts of my inheritance: keys to the nine cars(!) that I wasn’t allowed to drive yet; house keys; the front-gate code; a user manual for the front gate; security-system codes; and user manuals for the security systems. In return, I ordered Bridget to my housewarming party on Sunday.

But Reader, that isn’t what you’re interested in, is it?

I took Bridget by the hand and led her inside, straight to the conference room where yesterday I had battled Aunt Esther. Bridget’s eyes got hopeful when I pulled the two condoms from my pocket and put them on the conference table.

I began to pull her jacket down her arms. “Bridget, I’ve kept you waiting a long time on a Friday evening. You deserve a reward.”

“Oh no, Mr. Harper, it’s—”

Now I was unbuttoning her blouse. “Monday, I fucked Sherry and Virgilia, while you had to content yourself with giving me a blowjob. You deserve a reward.”

“But I didn’t mind at all, Mr. Harper—”

I cupped her tits inside her bra, then reached around behind her and unsnapped that bra. “So does that mean that you
do
mind fucking me? Because that’s what I intend.”

She ran her hands up and down my chest and stomach. “Oh no, Mr. Harper, I don’t mind a bit, fucking you.”

When we were both naked, I said, “Bridget, you have a choice: Fuck on the conference table, or fuck on the carpet?”

“Well, the carpet
is
more comfortable—but every time I come in here to work, I want to see the place where we had sex. In fact—”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me around to the other side of the table. Bridget stopped when she was standing by Aunt Esther’s chair.

Bridget got on the edge of the table and lay back on the table. “Yesterday, it was right here where your Aunt Esther tried to screw you. So please, Mr. Harper, take me right here.”

And I did.

Then I swapped out condoms, then Bridget sucked me hard, then I fucked her again—but this time
slowly
. I got Bridget babbling as I drove her crazy with extra slow pistoning. She thrashed, moaned, writhed, clutched, scratched, and screamed.

And in a moment when Bridget was everything
but
a staid and proper legal assistant, she called me “Master.”

****

I walked Bridget to her car and watched her drive away, then I walked to my clunker. When I turned on my cel phone, I discovered that I had a text message—

“IN HOSPL, VISITNG W AUNT CLAIRE. SHE BETTER!!! M&D.”

When I got home, I found a note on the kitchen counter that explained more—

“Marvin, great news! Aunt Claire called today. Nobody knows why, but she’s getting better! She thought something was happening on Monday, and she was sure on Tuesday, but she couldn’t convince the doctors to run new tests till yesterday. (Silly doctors.) The results came back today, and every test is better. Best of all, Aunt Claire is in lots less pain. Today, her doctor cut her pain prescription to half of what it was a week ago. Isn’t this great? Mom.”

Below Mom’s handwriting, I wrote—

This is so cool. I’m spending the night in my mansion, so enjoy having the house to yourself on a Friday night. (Can you believe me writing this, “my mansion”? I can’t.)

Anyway, I’ll come over tomorrow for breakfast at nine and we can share our adventures.

I was almost to the stairs when I turned around, walked back to the kitchen counter, and picked up the pen. I wrote—

“P.S. Set an extra plate for breakfast. I’m bringing someone I want you guys to meet.”

My dad is really smart, and my mother’s no dummy. Still, I was absolutely sure that they would never guess in a million years who their breakfast guest would be.

I broke down my computer, and carried the parts out to my clunker. Then I grabbed toiletries and clothes, and loaded those into the car. Finally, I grabbed the footlocker, loaded it into my car under cover of darkness, and drove away to my mansion.