“Will?” Stacey called as she entered the room. “WILLIAM!! What the hell are you doing sitting naked with that young child in the room? You, run!! I’ll keep him busy while you get away!” she screamed as she advanced on me.
Oh, damn, this was going bad quickly. I thought I had all the bases covered, but obviously I had missed something important. More than one thing, probably.
“Wait! Stop!! Freeze!!!” I yelled more frantically each time.
<<Wishes, Master. It has to be a wish.>>
“Oh, right. I wish Stacey would freeze!” I yelled as Stacey started to swing her shopping bag in the general direction of my head. Instantly, she stopped moving. The grocery bag continued its swing, barely missing my nose. I tried to catch my breath while Hazel looked at me and my wife and smirked.
“What’s so funny?” I wheezed.
“You, Will. You are going to need to get better at phrasing your wishes. And paying better attention. You told me to get dressed, but you somehow forgot that you were naked as well.” Hazel said.
“Well, you have to admit that this has been rather sudden, and obviously I haven’t come to grips with the whole situation yet. First, get me dressed. I mean,” I hastily added as she held up a finger, “I wish I were dressed.”
“Done.” I found I was now dressed in my usual track pants and tee-shirt that I wore when I was just hanging around the house.
“Thank you. Now, I wish that Stacey would go and sit down beside you, and stay calm.”
Stacey stood up straight, and walked robotically over to the couch, and sat down. She then seemed to shiver a bit, and placed the grocery bag on the floor in front of her. Very calmly, she said “I heard everything you said while I was frozen. I guess this is the sex genie that you are bound to. I wasn’t expecting to see, well, a human figure. And definitely not someone so young. I would like you to explain that. Is it your choice or theirs?”
“Neither,” Hazel answered for me. “I have to take on the form that is most physically pleasing to my master, in this case William. What he finds most physically attractive is not his choice either.”
“I see,” said my wife, “Does that mean he doesn’t find me physically attractive.” I could see in her eyes that the question meant a lot to her, even though she had asked in such a calm manner.
“No, of course not,” Hazel answered. “You can find many many different forms physically pleasing, and sexy. Just like you can like many different types of food. Well, you humans can, anyway. I don’t eat food. And remember, we are talking about just physical response here, which is just a small part of the emotion of love. Your husband loves you, regardless of his sexual response to me or other people.”
“I think maybe a demonstration would be helpful. Hazel, please stand up in front of my wife, and take on the form most physically appealing to her.”
Hazel smiled, and said “Good idea.” She got up and moved in front of my wife. Suddenly, instead of the beautiful red headed lass there stood a man. A man who looked like a cross between Captain Picard and Marlon Brando. I never knew my wife had a thing for bald men.
“Would you like to have sex with me?” Hazel asked in her new deep, gravelly male voice.
“Uh, I’d have to say no.” my wife responded calmly, glancing in my direction. It took me a second to realize what was happening. Hazel was right, I WAS going to have to pay more attention.
<<I wish that Stacey would respond normally, until you sit back down.>> I sent.
“Oh, wow!” my wife exclaimed as she surged off the couch and wrapped her arms around Hazel. It was clear that my wife was finding it hard to deal with the arousal that had sprung up within her. “I really, really want to have sex with you,” Stacey panted, “but I’m married, and I love my husband, so no. Oh God, I wish it was yes, but …. No.” With obvious effort, she let go.
“Right. I think that will do. Hazel, please return to your normal form, and sit back down.”
Hazel returned to her young girl form, and I instantly felt my arousal surge down into my crotch. My wife was left standing in front of the couch, looking rather shocked. Shakily, she sat back down on the couch.
“I think I understand,” Stacey said in her calm voice. “Once the calm was removed, I was so moved by lust that even with you in the room, Will, it was all I could do to contain it.”
“Exactly,” said Hazel. “And when I need to feed, he can’t fight the urge. In fact, it’s best that he feed me frequently, before I get hungry. Otherwise, he could be feeding me anywhere, any time, in public or not.”
“I understand. I don’t want to sound needy, but will he be wanting sex with me, what with feeding you?”
“Don’t worry about that.” Hazel laughed. “He’ll be unstoppable. Soon, he will be so driven by arousal, that he’ll want to have sex all the time. And the closer they are to his preferred form, the stronger the drive.”
“Wait!! What? I didn’t know about this!” I exclaimed.
“It’s all part of being bound to a sex genie. You should have thought of that before you wished for one.” Hazel replied, rolling her eyes.
“BUT. I. DIDN’T. WISH. FOR. ONE!” I fumed.
“You must have. Maybe you should tell me what happened.” Hazel said.
“I want to know how you ended up with a sex genie, too,” my wife added.
“Ok, here’s what happened. Two days ago, I was out rockhounding, as you know Stacey. Well, in the old quarry, I was sifting through a bunch of leverites…”
“Leverites?” Hazel interjected.
“Yes, Lever - rite - there. Uninteresting rocks. Anyway, I found a large rock that I thought could contain a geode. But when I tried to break it open, the rock crumbled to dust. There was a loud bang as it did so, and a genie – male – stood before me.
“‘For rescuing me from that rock, I grant you one wish.’
“‘Only one?’ I asked, bemused. ‘Surely, it should be three.’
“The genie turned away, and I heard him grumble under his breath ‘That stupid Genie of the Lamp. Setting precedent that way.’ Turning back to me, he said, ‘No. One Wish.’ And it goes without saying that you can’t wish for more wishes.
“‘I could say “I wish for an utterly loyal genie who would grant me unlimited wishes.”’ I said jokingly with a smile.
“The Genie of the Rock rose up in fury. ‘Puny, greedy human, I’ll teach you a thing or two.’ Then his rage drained away and he levelled a stare at me. ‘Ah, you deign to jest. I, too can jest. Perhaps you have heard the phrase be careful what you wish for? Wish granted.’ And with that he clapped his hands and disappeared.
“‘I said COULD!!!’ I shouted into the now empty quarry, but it was too late. I made my way home, and didn’t say anything. When nothing happened yesterday, I figured I must have fallen and banged my head, dreamed the whole thing. Then today…”
“I showed up.”
“Exactly.”
“Well, you are going to have a lot of enjoyable sex, Will. And not just with me. It’s what I do.” Hazel said. I couldn’t tell if she was gloating or not. “Why not start right now?”
I realized that I was really horny. It must have been building slowly throughout my explanation. I was torn though. I wanted my Hazel, but my love for Stacey made me feel guilty. Then a thought came to me, a way to compromise. But I thought I had better double check things first.
“How do you feel about me casting wishes on you, dear?” I asked Stacey.
“I’m ok with it,” she replied. You are bound to a sex genie, and have unlimited wishes. I expect that you will use them.”
That sort of matched how I was feeling. I didn’t want any of this, but since I had it, and really didn’t have much of a choice, I should just go with the flow. And since with the wishes I could change things…
“Right. Hazel, I wish that my wife regresses to an age at which she is closest to – how did you put it? – the preferred form. And you disappear.”
“Done.” With her clothes changing along with her, my wife grew younger before my eyes, and Hazel was nowhere to be seen.
My newly young wife looked over at me, “Umm, what happened? Where am I?”
“I wish Stacey believes she is being babysat by me, a friend of her dad’s.”
“What was that? Oh right, you’re babysitting me. I must have fallen asleep for a minute.”
“By the way, Stacey. How old are you?”
“I’m 10 and a half.”
“Really, you look much older than that,” I said as I looked her over. She was sitting on the couch wearing a light green pleated skirt that was just above knee length. Her blouse was a light purple, with a deep neckline. It was rather tight, and I could see her breasts were developing quite well, more than you would expect for a 10 year old. There was also a clear difference in size between the hips and the waist. Her black knee length socks highlighted her calf muscles. It looked like she was probably a runner, or maybe a competitive swimmer.
“Yes, my mom says I’m an early bloomer.”
“You’re very beautiful.” Stacey squirmed at the compliment, clearly uncomfortable at my attention.
<<I wish that Stacey would react to me as if I were her preferred form.>>
<<As you wish, Master. I see you are starting to get the hang of this.>>
Stacey was still squirming, but I could now see that it wasn’t because she was uncomfortable with my attention. Rather, she seemed to be pressing her legs together, and slowly inching her way along the couch towards my chair.
I got up and moved over to sit on the farther end of the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned on the T.V. I started half watching the news, as Stacey’s squirming brought her up against me. Her breathing was heavy, and she seemed to be wanting to hug me, and not hug me at the same time. Idly, I brought my arm over her shoulders. She snuggled into my side. I reached down and caressed one of the breast bumps. She inhaled suddenly with an “Oh!” Then she looked up at me guiltily and whispered, “You shouldn’t touch me there, but I don’t want you to stop.”
“Then I won’t. Stop, that is.” I whispered back. And I continued to caress across her chest. After a minute or so, I asked, “Do you know what sex is?”
“When a man puts his penis in a girl’s vagina.” she whispered. “I … I … I think I want you to do that with me. It’s wrong, but I don’t care.”
“Ok, honey, if you really want. First we need to get you out of your clothes.” I stood her up in front of me, and slowly pulled the blouse over her head, as she raised her arms to help. Her skin looked flushed to me, it made her plain white training bra look that much whiter. Her breathing was starting to sound ragged. I knelt down and hugged her around the waist. While I kissed her on her neck I undid her skirt, pulled it past her hips and let it drop to the floor. I tried to move back to get a better look, but she had wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. I gently moved her hands up above her head, and slipped off her training bra. I was careful to lift the bottom edge over the clearly sensitive breasts. I couldn’t resist, and began to lick and suck her nipples, which were clearly visible on her breasts. She moaned and writhed as her feelings of arousal intensified from these new sensations.
She was getting shaky on her feet, and I quickly slid her white panties down to the ground. She stepped out of her panties and skirt. I laid her down on the couch, with her feet on the floor, and her butt at the very edge of the seat. I quickly, stood up, and took off my clothes as I watched her squirm around. Subconsciously, she was moving her knees further and further apart, as she laid there with her eyes mostly closed. She was obviously very flexible, as she was pretty well doing the splits with her knees. Her breathing had become even more deeper, and ragged. I stared at the now open vulva. I could see both the outer and inner lips, and the light fuzzy public hair above the glistening opening. She was very clearly ready for sex.
“How do you feel, Stacey?” I asked.
“Nervous, but in a really good way. It’s a need I never knew I could feel, but I need you in me so badly.” I knelt down in front of her, and fingered the small but engorged clit, causing her to lift her bum off the couch and push up against my fingers.
“Yes you’re ready,” I said as I scouched forward and got into position. As I started to push into her, she cried out in pain. “Stop! It hurts so much, it feels like you are ripping me.”
I stopped pushing. Not being sure what the problem was, I sent <<Hazel? What’s wrong?>>
<<She’s too small for you. I can change to accommodate your girth, but she can’t. You need to wish for it.>> Hazel replied.
<<Actually, I wish that as my penis enters a vagina, it will automatically take on the size, shape and any other characteristics that will make the sex feel best for both of us.>>
<<Done.>> Hazel said with a slight hint of surprise in her voice. I would have to remember to ask her about that later. Right now, I had something I needed to do.
“I fixed it,” I said as I began to slowly push back in.
“What? How - owwhhhhhhh!” she trailed off as I sank completely into her. She instinctively began moving with me as I began to stroke in and out slowly. She spread her arms wide as if to brace against the couch as I sped up, and as she experienced her first orgasm, she made funny mewling noises and her fingers began to curl and uncurl. She was obviously enjoying herself immensely. I found that I was very happy giving her so much pleasure. My sensations were also very enjoyable. It wasn’t quite as good as sex with Hazel, but it was still very good, just in a different way. As I built toward my orgasm, Stacey’s orgasms increased in intensity. I came at the same time as a very large one for Stacey. Again, not quite as good as with Hazel, but very enjoyable in a different way. I rested within her for a couple of minutes while we both caught our breath.
“You know what? I like sex. A lot. I wanna do that every time you babysit me. ” She said as I gently slid out of her. My penis was shorter and thinner than I remembered it, and no longer circumcised. I stood up, leaned down and helped her to her feet. “It’s time to grow up now,” I said.
“What? Oh, yes,” Stacey said as I sent a wish to Hazel to return my wife to her normal age. “Dear, that was wonderful. I can remember the whole thing, and it was worth it! That was probably the best ‘first time’ a girl could have!”
“Glad you liked it, honey. Now, get dressed, and given how late it is, you should probably start making dinner.”
“I didn’t realize how late it was. Where did Hazel go? And for that matter where are Sapphire and Ruby? I haven’t heard a peep out of them. I’m glad they didn’t walk in on that performance, though.” She got up off the couch, and put on her clothes. They had magically returned to the same clothes she was wearing when she came in.
“Stacey, the girls are upstairs. They’re statues. Hazel cast that on them, and you too, actually, to prevent us from being interrupted while bonding.”
“I see. Well, you let them know that dinner will be ready in about an hour,” Stacey said as she headed into the kitchen.
To be continued