Three More Wishes: Be Kind To Your Genie (25 page)

“I’ve got one,” said Virgilia. “It’s for Fatima: Have you ever met Warren Harper, Marvin’s uncle?”

Fatima gave me a look of surprise:
Where did THIS come from?

I shrugged:
I don’t know.

Fatima answered, “Yes, I met Warren back in—I met Warren once.”

Virgilia nodded, as though a theory was confirmed.

“Any other questions?” I asked.

Tiffani asked, “Is the pool clean?”

“I truly don’t know,” I said. I walked to the lip and looked down. “Seems a little murky, but not nasty yet,” I said.

I walked back to where I’d been standing. “I’ve only lived here two days, and
I
haven’t cleaned the pool. I haven’t gotten a handle yet on Uncle Warren’s paperwork, so I can’t say when
he
had it cleaned. That leaves only one way to tell if the water is clean.”

“What’s that?” someone asked.

“
This!
” I said. I rushed over to Virgilia, grabbed her under her armpits, rushed to the lip of the pool, and
pushed
. I was showing off my upper-body strength, so I not only pushed her
away
, I pushed her
upward
. I gave her a 45-degree upward trajectory, like a cannonball. Virgilia shrieked in surprise as she flew through the air.

What goes up must come down. SPLASH! Virgilia disappeared for a second or two; then her bikini-top surfaced, then she surfaced.

Instead of putting her top back on, Virgilia draped it over her shoulder as she climbed up the ladder, giving me a clear view of her augmented tits. She smiled at me, while also wagging her finger. “Lover, if you want to see my boobs, all you need do is ask.”

Everyone laughed at that—except Fatima. Fatima’s expression, I couldn’t read.

****

Then I looked around at my babes. “Okay, I’ve introduced you to Fatima, ordered most of you to move into the mansion, shook pom-poms for getting a good education, and put Kristin in charge of buying gym equipment. Olivia’s told us about her life in Hollywood, and we’ve heard Anna Kay’s fascinating tale. Now, is there anything else that needs to be discussed?”

Crickets.

I smiled. “If not, I’m going to bring my king-sized mattress outdoors now.”

That got a loud cheer. I wonder what my neighbors thought?

I’ve mentioned, haven’t I, that I can bench-press the back of my clunker? This superhuman strength of mine is the only way to explain how I, by myself, carried my king-sized mattress from my bed, outdoors to the back yard. It is one of the mysteries of the universe that a bed mattress’s weight increases ten-fold, as soon as you lift it even an inch.

When I got my big mattress outside, Almira and Elvira were ready with painter’s plastic. Elvira laid her plastic down on the grass, I put the mattress down on the plastic, and then Almira laid her own plastic atop the mattress. Almira tucked the ends of the plastic sheet under the mattress.

When Almira stood up and nodded at me, I looked around at the multitude. “The Love Shack is open for business!” I said. “Who goes first? ... Anna Kay. Friday, I promised her a fuck.”

Anna Kay looked like she was climaxing, standing up. She kept that orgasmic look even as I told her to take off her flip-flops and kneel on the mattress.

As soon as Anna Kay’s knees touched the mattress, I was reaching for the top of her bikini.

“They’re magnificent,” I said, seconds later. I started sucking on a nipple.

“That stripper who you walked out with,
her
boobs are bigger than mine,” Anna Kay said. She sounded worried.

“Virgilia’s are bigger, true, after
surgery
,” I replied. “You’re not a consolation prize, Anna Kay. And Captain America down here doesn’t think you’re second-place, either.”

(Tutoring Anna Kay in Trig had been sweet torture for me, and I can’t tell you how many times I whacked my wiener in bed to fantasies about her. And now I was actually about to fuck
Anna Kay
? My cock was an iron bar.)

“Ooh, I’ve never seen a cock that big,” Anna Kay said, breathless. “It’s as tall as your shorts. Can I touch it?”

“You may touch it anytime. Even during trig class,” I replied. Seconds later, I gasped, “Feel how hard I am? Imagine how this will feel in your pussy.”

“I am, I am! Forget foreplay, Marvin, get me naked and
fuck me
with this hard monster.”

And Reader, I did, I fucked her. Believe me.

After Anna Kay and I finished our fuck, I ordered French maid Elvira to bring me a linered trash basket, so that I could dispose of the first of many used condoms. When Elvira returned with the trash basket, I pulled the condom off and trashed it; sullen Elvira eyed my huge dick with obvious ambivalence.

After I fucked Anna Kay, I kept my other promise, by calling Felicia French over. Felicia was the second harem slave that I fucked on Sunday.

****

After Anna Kay and Felicia, I planned to fuck my eighteen other harem slaves by lot. I had Fatima bring a twenty-sided die downstairs, along with a clipboard, and she assigned the remaining women’s fuck-order. (I’ll bet, Reader, that you’re not a bit surprised that I own twenty-sided dice, are you?)

But before I started on Fuck Number Three (Matsuko), I took a break.

****

I wasn’t trying to make the sex assembly-line—that struck me as demeaning. So I’d screw one or two girls, stand up, eat, talk, flirt, piss, then hit the mattress again.

What I had done to Virgilia by surprise, I started doing by request: tossing a young woman up and into the pool. Maybe the reason that so many women were asking for this was that they were fondly remembering long-ago days when their fathers did similar things with them. Or maybe they found it sexy, their man demonstrating that he was strong. In any case, after Virgilia’s shriek of surprise, I started hearing many shrieks of delight.

Not that it stopped me from surprise dunkings. I didn’t want Sherry to think that I preferred Virgilia; so when I found Sherry talking to Christi Ellen and Tiffani, Sherry suddenly got scooped up and tossed in the pool. Likewise, I tossed Almira in the pool, fully clothed as a French Maid. (I did, however, let her kick off her shoes before she got pooled.)

When I came up to Kristin, she was talking with Virgilia. Virgilia was asking, “So when did
you
join Marvin’s harem?”

Kristin said, “Tuesday evening after school. I was actually the first one who Marvin claimed. Elena”—Kristin pointed her out to Virgilia—“was second in the harem.” Kristin asked me, “Right?”

I waggled my hand. “I had sex with Sherry and Virgilia before I had it with you and Elena, but I didn’t think to claim them.”

Kristin looked at me. “
Really?
Usually you have a mind like a filing cabinet.”

I could feel myself blush. “I, uh—I gave my virginity to them. So, um, I was a little scatterbrained that day.”

Virgilia looked surprised to hear that—but unfortunately, not surprised enough. I guess I’d been sort of inept, that first time.

Meanwhile, Kristin was saying, “Whoa, hold on! Looking how you look, with that voice and those muscles
since junior high
, you were a virgin till
Monday
?”

“How curious,” Virgilia said.

Kristin started stroking my chest. “Lover, you sure learned
a lot
in that one day.” Kristin looked at Virgilia and explained, “I was a pure lesbian before Marvin and I had sex. But after one night with him, Marvin’s cock
definitely
gets me juiced up!”

I smiled at her. “So guys never got you wet, but now I get you wet often?”

“Very often,” Kristin said, rubbing my chest again. “I’m wet for you now.”

I replied, “Guess what, Kristin. You’re about to get wetter!”

“
EEEE
-EEEE-eeek!” Splash.

****

Back on the mattress, I was caressing Sherry’s very toned body, and she was writhing underneath my hand. “Ooh, Marvin, that’s nice, you’ve come—” Then suddenly Sherry looked panicky.

I’d noticed her and Virgilia speaking briefly. So I said, “Did Virgilia tell you that last Monday...?”

“That you were a virgin? Yeah. I was just about to say—yeah baby, my clit loves that, oh yeah—about to say, you’ve learned a lot since then.”

“I was bad in bed, huh?”

“Even with you a raw virgin, I enjoyed it, y’know? Because—” Now Sherry’s face looked panicky again.

This time it was easy to guess what had Sherry worried. I said, “You please me whenever you tell me the whole truth, no matter what you say.”

Both of Sherry’s eyes were on mine; both of Sherry’s hands were on my cock. She said, “All the time I was with Warren, he never fucked me, or ate me out, or stroked my clit. At times you weren’t good at that stuff, but you did it all. You made me feel like a woman again, y’know? Not like a blow-up doll.”

Then Sherry grabbed my head and kissed me on the mouth. Hard.

Then she said, “Is that okay? I never kissed Warren like that. Not ’less he told me to.”

“Yeah, Sherry, I like it a lot that you did that.”

Sherry beamed, hearing that.

I stuck a finger in Sherry’s pussy. She was wet. She thrust her hips to meet my finger and she gasped.

“Take me, Marvin sir!” she said. “Please, sir!”

Virgilia walked up then, to stand by the mattress and watch. “Do it, fuck Sherry,” Virgilia urged me.

I reached for a condom packet, but Sherry said, “Please, Marvin sir, let me.” As Sherry was putting the condom on my erection, she looked up at her friend. “I’m about to get
fucked
, Virgie. Second time in ... how long? Jeez, I’m hot for it.”

“Less talking, more humping, Sher,” Virgilia said.

I stuck my condomed dick in Sherry’s pussy. Her pussy was tight, but it was also wet, and my cock slid right in.

Sherry gasped, wrapped her legs around my ass, and her hands gripped my shoulders. She started thrusting her hips. “Oh yeah, this is it,” she said. “Gimme, gimme.”

Sherry’s body didn’t feel like other women’s. She was muscle-toned, and so, as I lay on top of her and she embraced me, I felt a tightness and hardness in her legs, arms, and stomach. Sherry almost felt like Kristin. But Sherry’s tits were as big as Anna Kay’s. I hadn’t noticed all this stuff about Sherry the first time I’d fucked her, but I was sure enjoying her body now.

“Your body pleases me, Sherry,” I said. “You’re a hottie.”

Sherry’s reply was to arch her back, clutch my shoulders, and yell, “Oh my gawd, NNNN!”

****

Fatima was wearing cork-and-green-denim wedge heels, green denim shorts, a tight, light green t-shirt, and a green-lace wisp under the t-shirt. She was still holding the clipboard.

I sauntered up to Fatima, a mischievous smile on my face. Several steps away, I started doing a countdown: “Five ... four...”

But Fatima’s face looked utterly terrified, and she started shaking her head “no.” As I got closer, and the countdown number got smaller, the fear on her face increased, and her head-shaking got more intense.

What can frighten a 2,600-year-old genie?
I wondered.

I was no longer striding now, no longer smirking, but I was still coming at Fatima. As soon as my hands gripped her shoulders—

“PLEASE, MASTER, PLEASE, DON’T THROW ME IN THE POOL!”

The gasping sounds as Fatima hyperventilated became the only sounds I heard. No one else in my back yard made a sound.

By now, of course, I’d let go of Fatima’s shoulders. “Fatima, come with me, please,” I said, as I walked into the house.

I marched us into the computer room. I said, “Nobody will bother us here, I’m sure. But just in case, can you create a Space of Silence or something, so that nobody listening at the door can hear us?” I was so rattled still, I forgot to say
please
.

Fatima gestured, and green-smoke lines and transparent green-smoke walls appeared, to enclose the two of us in a cube.

Fatima sighed with relief, looked at me, and said, “
Thank you
, Master.”

I said, “Fatima, what’s going on? You’re
immortal!
Why are you scared to death of a little toss in the pool?”

She said, “Because my death is what would happen if you threw me in, the same way you threw the others in.”

“
What?
Explain.”

“We
djinn
are shapeshifters. So we can’t die by being stabbed or shot, we can’t be killed in a crash, and we can’t be poisoned. Disease can’t get a grip on us. We each are the age we choose to be, so we can’t die of old age. To you humans, that makes us ‘immortal.’ But we can die—though as far as I know, only one
djinni
ever has.”

“
How?
How would be being thrown in the pool kill you?”

“You humans are creatures of dust, mixed with water. We
djinn
are creatures of fire, in the form of smoke. What kills a fire, kills us: prolonged cold or complete immersion in water.”

“And if I’d tossed you high up, like I was planning to, you would have fallen below the surface of the water. Which would have killed you.”

“Unless I disobeyed you and did public magic to save myself.”

I nodded. “What can you safely do with water, and what will kill you? Yesterday morning, you took a shower with me, and you weren’t nervous.”

“I can shower, bathe, sit in a hot tub, or swim laps. So long as part of me is out of the water, everything’s okay. But if I’m in the pool with you and you decide to dunk me underwater for a sec, then it’s Game Over.”

Then I got a horrible thought. I said, “Fatima, what would happen if I ordered you to swim to the bottom of the pool? Would you disobey, or would you die?”

Fatima’s look of horror matched mine. “Master, I hope I never find out.”

****

Seconds later, I looked at Fatima, sick with guilt. “I am so sorry. I feel awful, scaring you so bad.”

She kissed me on the cheek. “Which is another reason why you have my loyalty. All that King Solomon required me to give you is my obedience.”

Fatima stretched, no longer looking tense. Then she gestured, and the green-smoke cube disappeared. She smiled at me, and gestured to the door, as she said, “The pool party awaits.”