The Battered Lamp Chapter Eight: The Dream of the Genie - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eight: The Dream of the Genie

... his three wives, his three concubines, and Fatima's two took up the entire rear of the bus. The bus driver kept yelling at them to be quiet. It was embarrassing to have to ride the bus again. He had owned his car for a year, and only Freshman and Sophomores were riding. Most Juniors and Seniors had cars or friends with cars. And everyone gawked. The guys with envious looks, and the girls with judging eyes. He heard a few “sluts” muttered. “And proud of it,” Chyna had called back once, then promptly began kissing Carla. If the bus ride was longer, Kyle would have made a wish or two and had some fun When they got home, Kyle pulled his sister aside. “Did Aaliyah grant you a wish?” She shrugged. He gave her a rocky stare. She tried to look innocent, then began shifting. “Yeah.” “You need to apologize to her. You hurt her. She thinks you took advantage of her.” “I didn't mean too,” she mumbled. “I was only planning on having fun with Ann and Niobe. But then Kayleah burst in on us and...” She shrugged again. “Apologize and make things right.” “I guess...” She screwed up her face. “It was so much easier to ignore you when you were just my dorky older brother.” “I love you, too,” he grinned. Fatima darted upstairs, pulling Ann along behind her. Kyle followed them into the extra-dimensional suite's master bedroom where Aaliyah was curled up on the bed. Fatima led her slim concubine over to the Genie, pushing Ann forward. “Ann is still a virgin. I would like you to have her cherry.” ...

... Aaliyah frowned. “That should be Kyle's.” “Look, I'm really sorry, okay. I didn't mean to take advantage of your wishes. I just got carried away.” She beamed then stroked her concubine's strawberry-blonde hair. “Besides, look at her. Isn't she just gorgeous. How can you pass up the opportunity to pop her cheery.” Aaliyah bit her lip then looked at Kyle. “Do it,” he grinned, his cock hardening. “I want to see that.” “Then I accept your apology.” A smile crossed Aaliyah's dusky face. “She is so cute.” “I know. How could I resist making her my concubine?” Aaliyah nodded, pulling the trembling girl to her, their lips meeting. Kyle's cock was at full mast and he looked around, wondering which woman he should use to satisfy himself. Christy sat in the corner, clutching something dark in her hand, maybe a pencil box, her eyes distant. What's wrong with her? “Kayleah, this is the perfect time for you to get acquainted with Kyle's cock.” Fatima pushed the bleached blonde towards him, her round breasts jiggling. “Yes, Mistress,” she smiled, falling to her knees and pushing down his pants. Her mouth was warm and Kyle forgot all about Christy's problem. Aaliyah maneuvered Ann over to the bed, yellow dust swirling around her naked form, coalescing into a slim dildo strapped about her hips. Ann swallowed, her blue eyes wide as Aaliyah crawled between her thighs. “I'll be gentle,” the Genie whispered, stroking Ann's face, then she leaned in and kissed her, dusky flesh pressing against pale. ...