“Well, you like them young, don’t you?” she said with a smirk.
“Huh?” It takes me a moment to realize that I’m lying on my back, in the middle of the living room, and there is someone straddling me. And it feels like they are moving up and down, and
I’m naked?
My eyes pop open and there, sliding slowly up and down my cock is a beautiful red-head. She can’t be more than 12 years old, and her pale skin has nary a blemish or hair. Her face, though, has a respectable covering of freckles.
“No, I can’t be doing this,” I say as I try to get up. She leans forward pushing down on my shoulders.
“No worries, I won’t let you get into trouble. I’m the sex genie you wished for, and I’m totally loyal to you.”
“I didn’t wish for a sex genie, I didn’t want to make a wish at all. The genie in the rock said he would give me another genie who would fulfill all of my wishes… and be completely loyal…”
“Right. That’s me. When you first meet a sex genie we’re hungry and we take on the form that is most pleasing to you. That, and our spells, make it impossible for you to fight the lust and avoid having sex. But once you had sex with me, we were bound together, me to you, and you to me.”
“Wait, I’m bound to you?”
“Yes, you are bound to feed me whenever I hunger. I feed on sexual energy: your orgasm while inside me. Even if I do no magic, I need to feed at least once a week. The more magic I use, the more often I need to recharge. Bound to you as I am, I can only feed from you. Therefore I can make you have sex with me when I get too low on energy. But that’s the only way you are bound to me. In return, I am bound to be completely loyal, and to fulfill any and all wishes you might have.”
“Right. So, for example, I could say, 'I wish that I would see any female between 10 and 20 as naked.'”
“Exactly. Done,” she said.
“Well, then, I wish to lose weight, 5 pounds a week, until I’m down to a normal weight -t -t -t.” I orgasmed.
“As you wish.”
“I wish my wife -- Oh shit, my wife will be home soon, what if she walks in on this? Or my kids?”
“She’s already home,” my genie said complacently.
“WHAT!!!! She’s going to bloody well kill me, and divorce my corpse!”
“Settle down, Master, I’ve taken care of it. Your wife came home just as we were starting. Although I wasn’t yet bound to you, I knew I was promised to you, so I turned her into a statue for the time being, to protect you. To be on the safe side, I turned your girls into statues, too. They’re in their rooms right now. I can’t release them until you wish for it though. And I suggest that you make any adjustments to your wife’s attitude before I do.”
“I hope this works,” I muttered under my breath. “I wish my wife…” I drew a blank. I loved my wife dearly, and I didn’t really want to make any permanent changes to her personality.
“Please stop going up and down, you’re making it hard to think.”
“As you wish,” she stated. She came to a halt sitting on my loins. “I would suggest, Master, that if you don’t want to make any major changes at this time, you just make her accept the situation, and accept that I am now part of your lives.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” I said. “I wish that my wife understands and accepts that I have been bound to a sex genie, and that sex genie is bound to me.” As I started to make my wish, the sex genie started her up and down motion, and at the end of the wish, I orgasmed once again.
“I wish that my wife understands and accepts that I will be having sex with the sex genie, due to my bound state. She believes that of any time I have sex with the genie, regardless of whether that instance was involuntary or not.” I orgasmed yet once more.
“Is that going to happen every time I make a wish?”
“Is what going to happen?” she replied.
“An orgasm. And how can I keep having them?”
“Oh, no, you won’t. But I figured that you were going to be making a lot of wishes right at the start, so why go hungry? I’ll keep you topping me up until we are done the first flurry of wishes. And you can keep having orgasms because if you can’t, then I might not get fed. You have a zero length refractory period. You can have sex continually, until you die of exhaustion.”
“Ok. I think that this is the last one for now. I wish that my wife will be happy and willing to be affected by my wishes about her, and will ignore my wishes that don’t affect her.” Another orgasm.
“Complete.”
“Right. I’d really like to get off the floor now. Do I have to wish for you to stop, or …”
“Don’t be silly. I’ll obey everything you ask me to do. It’s only when you are affecting someone or something other than me, do you need to specify it is a wish.” She stopped and jumped up. She held out her hand, and with a strength that belied her 12 year old appearance, hauled me to my feet. I then moved over and sat down on the couch.
“If I tell you to do something, how binding is it? Do you have a choice?” I wondered.
“It’s binding in a way, but not really,” she said. “As a sex genie, I want, love, need – I’m not sure I can express it properly – to do whatever it is you want me to do, no matter what it is, big or small. So you could tell me to not move, and I won’t move until you tell me to do so. But, if I get too hungry, I’ll return to this form, and we will have sex. Afterwards, I’ll be like right now. You’d have to tell me again not to move, if you wanted me to stay still.”
“Ok, I think I understand. Let’s try this, then. Stand on the coffee table in front of me, with your arms and legs spread wide. Then don’t move.”
“Yes, of course Master. I’d love to,” she responded as she stepped up onto the coffee table, spread her arms out to the sides, and stood with her legs wide apart. Once in position, she froze. I could see no movement whatsoever, beyond the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.
I stared down at her feet. She had a few freckles on the tops of her feet, and such perfect toes. I moved up her legs, admiring the turn of her ankles, and the shape of her legs. As she reached maturity, her legs would be a knock out! Then I looked straight ahead at her vulva. My penis, which was still semi-hard, jumped instantly to the hardest I have ever known while I stared. It was so perfect. The outer lips had a slight puffiness to them, like two small pillows side by side. Her clitoris was just visible at the top of the slit. I couldn’t help but reach forward and touch. So soft, so smooth. The only reaction was that her breathing sped up slightly.
I took in her hips – not much development there, but you could see the hint, the promise of what she would look like fully mature. But she was right, this was the age my body craved, the first blossoming. I continued my study with her stomach. It wasn’t perfectly flat, which was fine. It too, was perfectly smooth, without blemish, without…
“A belly button! You don’t have a belly button!” I blurted out.
<<No, I don’t.>> I heard echoing in my mind. <<It’s one of those quirks of magic. I’m not a mammal, so I can’t have a belly button. And no matter what I change a mammal into, it will have a belly button.>>
“So you’re telepathic? Can I, for lack of a better term, speak to you that way too?” I asked.
<<Yes, of course. Just think about sending your thoughts to me as you think them.>> she replied.
<<Like this?>>
<<Exactly.>>
<<Right.>> I continued my study, moving up to her small, developing breasts. The nipples were leading the way, and each breast was a small cone sticking out. They were beautiful to me, and again, I couldn’t resist reaching out and caressing each one. I wanted to lick them, but forced myself to continue my examination.
Next I took in her arms and hands. Arms are arms, really, with a few patches of freckles. But her hands were exquisite. Her fingers were long and shapely, her palms long and narrow. I could sense the fine motor control she had, the ability to adjust the pressure each finger exerted.
Lastly, I looked up into her face. A beautiful, young face, with freckles on each cheek and across the pert, small nose. Her lips were a natural rose color, and had a very kissable shape. Her eyes were green, and wide open, staring into mine. I could see the fires burning deep within. Her hair was red, but not fire engine red. It was more of an orange that faded toward blonde at the ends of her mid-shoulder-length hair.
I was thinking that I would make adjustments, tweaks if you will, to her appearance, but there was nothing to tweak. She had gotten it exactly right. I physically loved this girl.
“You may move again, uhmm. I’m sorry, I didn’t think of this sooner, but what’s your name?” I asked with some embarrassment.
“No need to be embarrassed, Master,” she replied, “I don’t have a name yet, you can call me what you will.”
“Ok, let me think for a moment,” I replied. After a few moments of thought I decided. “Hazel. I will call you Hazel.” The name had just popped into my head. It’s relation to the color red and to magic made it seem appropriate.
“I’m Hazel. Yes, that feels comfortable.”
“Now I think that you should put on some clothes before we release my wife Stacey, and talk over our situation.”
“Yes of course, Master.” As I started to speak, she interrupted, “Yes, I’ll only call you Master when we are alone, or talking telepathically, Master.”
“Right, thank you. Now put on some clothes.”
“I already have Master. But remember your very first wish was to see females between the ages of 10 and 20 as naked.”
Embarrassed again, I said. “I forgot. For now, I wish to see everybody normally.” Instantly, I could see that Hazel was wearing a light-blue knee-length pinafore dress. She had white socks on, and black shoes. “Thank you. Now, I guess I wish that you release my wife, and bring her in. Oh, and get down off the coffee table. Sit on the couch, here, and I’ll sit down in my chair over here.”
To Be Continued