How to use your Genie - Sex Stories

How to use your Genie

... warm water met the cool night air. The contrast was a bit shocking, but Jeanie's comforting presence was reassuring. "Just push," she instructed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, focusing on the sensation inside of me. The first ball began its descent, moving through me slowly, causing a strange mixture of discomfort and relief. With a soft splash, it released into the water below. The next two followed in a similar manner, each release accompanied by the same gentle splash and growing sense of emptiness.

Opening my eyes, I watched as Jeanie situated herself in a similar position on the tub's edge. Even after everything, there was a grace to her movements, a sense of serenity that seemed intrinsic to her nature. She took a few deep breaths and began the process of expelling the billiard balls from within her. The sound of each ball hitting the water mirrored my own experience.

As the last ball made its way out of Jeanie, the tub was filled with a brief, contemplative silence. The sensation of emptiness was stark, a void that was both physical and emotional. It felt like something intrinsic had been taken away, even if it was something that had only been there for a short while.

We both settled back into the warm embrace of the water, the gentle bubbles providing a soothing massage. John's gaze flitted between us, perhaps pondering the transformation he had orchestrated and the new dynamics that had evolved between the ...

... three of us.

John leaned forward, his muscular forearms resting on his thighs, the water droplets glistening on his bronzed skin in the moonlight. He locked eyes with me, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Emily," he began, his voice soft but clear over the sound of the bubbling water, "how are you feeling?"

I took a deep breath, the weight of all the emotions crashing over me. "I... I don't even know," I replied, my voice quivering. My eyes darted to Jeanie. She looked down, the water reflecting the moonlight into her eyes, casting them in a luminescent glow. I could see the guilt there, the pain, the restraint of wanting to say something but being bound by her ethereal obligations.

"She didn't have a choice, you know," John remarked nonchalantly, noticing my gaze. "It's just how it works."

I shot him a resentful glare. "That doesn't make it right," I retorted, my youthful indignation clear. "This isn't some game. This is my life."

John simply shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Life's a series of experiences, Emily. Some chosen, some forced upon us. It's what we take from them, how we grow, that defines us."

I felt a knot forming in my throat. "I didn't choose this," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I didn't want any of this. It's just...it's just messed up. And the worst part? I..." I trailed off, feeling a rush of embarrassment.

"You enjoyed it?" John completed my sentence, his voice dripping with amusement.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I ...