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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eight: The Dream of the Genie

... Braiden's words were almost a challenge as he turned his attention back to sweet Carla's rear as she bent over to stretch. Aaliyah sidled up to him. Gym was the first class he shared with his Genie, and she followed his stare. “She is quite beautiful, my love.” Her voice was smoky and full of desire. “Yeah,” he nodded, his cock tenting his gym sweats. “Kyle's gonna make her his concubine,” Corey laughed. It wouldn't hurt to mess around in gym class, right? It's not an academic class, and we will be getting plenty of strenuous activity. “Aaliyah,” he whispered, leaning over to her, “I wish that no one would care if I took Carla behind the bleachers and fucked her brains out and that there could be no bad consequences to me, her, or any other party.” Her grin grew. “You have covered your bases well, my love.” Approval danced in her dark eyes. “Done.” “Time to have some fun, Corey.” “Right now? You dog.” He walked over to Carla and seized her arm. “What's going on?” she asked as he pulled her back to the bleachers, walking past Braiden, smirking at the asshole. His former friend didn't object, but Kyle could see the jealousy burning. So satisfying. “Kyle?” She didn't resist much. “What are we doing, Kyle?” He turned, grinning at her as he led them deeper behind the bleachers, his eyes admiring her hot body. She blushed. “Are you going to...like with Alexina?” He didn't answer, only smiled more. “She told everyone last period that you took her in the hallway and made her ...

... yours.” Color spotted her fair cheeks. “Are you going to do that to me?” Kyle stopped when they were deep enough, reaching out to stroke her cheek, his cock at full mast, pressing against his sweatpants. Her brown, does eyes glanced down at his cock and her blush brightened. “Do you want me to be your concubine?” He grinned at her, and she shivered. “I'll be yours,” she whispered. “You're making me so wet. Make me yours, Kyle. I've been thinking about it all night. I want to be one of your women.” She knelt, and pulled his sweats down. She looked up at him, trembling, then pulled his boxers down. His hard cock popped out and smacked her in the face. She flinched and let out a squeak. She stared at his throbbing dick for a moment, a drop of precum beading at the tip, then she engulfed him. Her technique was sloppy, unsure, but enthusiastic. Kyle wondered if it was her first time. It didn't matter. It may not have been the best blowjob, but it still was a girl sucking his cock. “Enjoying yourself, my husband.” “Yes,” he answered, grinning at her. His wife looked sexy in her gray sweater and blue sweatpants. Instead of being baggy, the garments fit the Genie like a second skin—she had read his thoughts again. “Shouldn't you be out there with the others?” His wish hadn't covered Aaliyah. “I am,” she giggled. “Or, at least, my illusion is.” He held out his arm and pulled his wife to him and kissed her on the lips. She grabbed a handful of Carla's hair and forced the girl to bob faster. ...