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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eight: The Dream of the Genie

... fifties, and his hand had the strength to prove it. “What can I do for you today, Mrs. Unmei?” “You can call me Faiza.” “What a lovely name.” Kyle was surprised to see his mom blush. “Is this about the incident yesterday?” His mom nudged him. “I just wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday,” Kyle muttered. “And thank you for not suspending me.” “You're a good, young man,” Principal Burke answered. “You just let your hormones get the best of you. And it isn't like a...sexual relationship isn't to be expected between you and Miss Alexina. Just use better judgment in the future about where you two...express your love.” “I will, sir.” I'll make my wish with Aaliyah better next time. “Good lad.” The Principal flicked his eyes back to Kyle's mother. “Why don't you head to class while I have a few words with your mother.” Kyle glanced at his mom, her cheeks still flushed, and she nodded. “I'll see you after school. And no hanky-panky!” “Yeah,” he muttered, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. “Love ya, mom.” “You, too,” she smiled. It seemed her anger had finally burned out. He didn't like the look she flashed the principal one bit. He arrived at his first period class, Math, and took his seat beside Christy. He didn't hesitate to give her a kiss on the mouth. Everyone in the school knew she was one of his wives now, and though many snickered, Aleah Buckley had a dreamy look in her eyes—her aura was a bright pink, easy to dominate. “Okay, settle down class,” busty Mrs. ...

... Skinner said, giving Kyle an amused smile. “Let's try and save that for after class. I know your wife is cute, but let's not distract your classmates.” “Yes, Mrs. Skinner,” Christy answered, flushing. “You no how being a newlywed is.” A fond smile crossed the teachers lips. “I do.” Last year, Mrs. Skinner had been Ms. Simmons, but then she married the computer science teacher over the summer break. Kyle focused on math and not on Aleah and her oh-so-pink aura. He decided hanky-panky could wait for breaks, and he and his harem should focus on their schoolwork. In fact, after kendo practice tonight, he'd insist that they spend the night studying and doing homework, and not let another orgy develop. Those could wait for the weekend. As it was, Kyle had to copy Christy's math homework before breakfast this morning because he didn't get it done yesterday. Kyle's new-found resolve didn't last one period. It was his friend Corey's fault. “Who are you gonna take for your next concubine,” his friend asked, running his hand through his shaggy, red hair. Sexy Carla Tyler was in his gym class, and she had a pink aura. The Sophomore had coppery-brown hair and a nice pair of tits that bounced beneath her tight, gray sweatshirt. And her ass filled out her blue sweatpants wonderfully. Corey grinned. “You going for her?” “I think so.” “You dog, Kyle.” “You'll get in trouble,” Braiden sneered. “Your mommy's not hear to hold your hand and keep you out of danger.” “Fuck off, Braiden,” Corey shouted. ...