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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Eight: The Dream of the Genie

... her gray sweatshirt and grinned at her friends. “I think we're going to have some fun!” Today was indoor volleyball. *Hey, Aaliyah!* *What are you up to?* Aaliyah asked in her mind, amusement tinging her thoughts. *Me and my friends are going to go have fun in the storeroom. I wish that Mr. Benjaminson doesn't care!* *I can't do that.* “What?” she screamed out loud, bringing a startled glance from Ann. *That's not part of the hearth or harem. I don't have the power to help you.* *If it was Kyle, you'd do it!* *That's why I'm here, Fatima. I'm from the twelfth century. They were not nearly so progressive. I can only help Kyle out or you if will benefit him in some way. Is he with you?* *No.* Fatima sulked. She stewed as the class went through their stretches, not even taking the time to admire Kayleah's cute ass as it wiggled in her face as the blonde girl did her stretches. It is not fair! I'm Kyle's wife! What's his is mine! The weather was nasty, so the class had to jog around the perimeter of the gym instead of the track outside. Fatima barely paid attention as she jogged, her thoughts burning with an idea. What's his is mine, and what's mine is his. If I phrased my request to benefit Kyle... *Aaliyah! I need to fool around with my friends in the mat room because I'm testing out if they would make good concubines for Kyle. And I need Mr. Benjaminson not to care.* Aaliyah didn't respond right away; Fatima took that as a good sign. *Hmm. Yes. I think that satisfies the ...

... requirements nicely. Have fun! I want to hear all the dirty details later!* She let out a whoop of joy, and half the class stared at her. She didn't care. *Oh, thank you, thank you! I love you, Aaliyah!* *You're welcome. You and Kyle sure have a lot in common.* *Oh?* *Kyle and I had gym last period, and he decided he'd rather entertain a new concubine than participate in gym class!* *That's our husband!* Fatima, giggling, broke out of the ranks and found her two friends. Ann was lagging behind. She wasn't the most athletic girl despite her petite figure. And Niomi hated to run, so she paced Ann. Fatima grabbed both their hands and started leading them across the gym towards the store room where the gymnastic mats were housed. “What are we doing?” Ann asked. “I'm going to lick your pussy, Ann.” “We'll get in trouble!” the strawberry-blonde girl gasped. “Mr. Benjaminson, we'll be fooling around in the storeroom!” “Sure, sure,” the short man answered, waving a wrinkled hand. He blew his whistle. “Okay. Volleyball. Divide up into groups of six.” “See. We'll be fine.” Niomi gaped at Fatima. “How did you do that?” She winked back. “I have my ways. Now let's have some fun!” The moment the door was closed, Fatima peeled out of her sweats. Niomi shrugged at Ann, and striped as well. She had a curvy body and a rich, dark skin that looked so yummy. Ann just blushed, leaning against the wall. “C'mon, Ann,” Fatima cajoled. “Let's see that cute cunny!” She shook her head. Fatima walked over to ...