Fan Fiction/Genie Chronicles: Summertime Saga
Fan fiction written by BebopJet. Features body alterations, transexual/futa sex, and other content familiar to the Summertime Saga genre.
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Prologue: A Funeral and a Cube
The rain was heavy during an overcast morning in Summerville, yet despite the inclement weather many of the small beach community were gathered at a lone hilltop where Richard Cross was being lowered into the ground. The priest overseeing the funeral droned on about scripture, but Michael Cross wasn't listening. He was thankful for the rain so his friends wouldn't see his tears streaking down his face as his eyes remained firmly focused on his feet. Somehow, Michael thought if he saw it happening, if he saw his father's casket go into the dirt, then it would all be too real. The young man, barely 18 years of age, was holding out some form of cognitive dissonance, refusing to acknowledge that he'd never see his father's face again once he was buried.
Finishing Richard’s last rights, the priest motioned for the casket to be lowered and Michael continued to stare intently on his shoes, focusing all of his energy on ignoring the passing moment. Within the crowd Debbie felt tears run down her cheeks next to the rain, but rather than watch the casket her eyes were glued to Michael, feeling the weight of his immense sorrow. “How much longer do we need to be here?”
“Jenny! Hush, someone might hear you.” Debbie hissed to her daughter. Normally she’d just ignore her Jenny’s shitty attitude, making such a comment at her friend’s funeral infuriated her.
“He’s not really going to live with us, is he?”
“Of course he is, he’s got nowhere else to go.”
“Will he pay rent?”
“Apparently Richard didn’t really have any money to leave, he was in deep debt at the time. I don’t think Michael has a penny to his name.”
“Great, so we’re taking in a homeless person then.” Jenny scoffed dismissively.
Debbie focused her attention back to Michael, refusing to acknowledge her daughter’s tantrum anymore. People had started rising to leave, but she noticed Michael was still in his seat, refusing to move. Looking over, Debbie caught Diane’s eye for a moment, causing her friend to come over as everyone else proceed away from the funeral. “Poor kid, you really taking him in?” Diane asked, looking uncomfortably tight in a formal black dress that clung to her body from the rain. Debbie knew she wasn’t doing much better in her older black dress that she hadn’t worn for years as well. In fact, now that she thought about it, the last time both Diane and Debbie wore these dresses, it was for the funeral of Michael’s mother.
“He’s got no where else to go, and Richard was a good friend.”
“You’re a good person Debbie, just don’t let your daughter be too much of a bitch to the poor kid.”
“Diane!”
“You know what I’m talking about. The last thing Michael needs is her being a brat to him about everything.”
“I know, and Jenny’s been an only child all her life. I’ve spoiled the shit out of her, but after Donald left she was all I had.” “Well now you have Michael too. Hope you ladies are prepared to find the toilet seat up from time to time now. It’s been a while since you’ve had a man living under your roof.”
“He better not, I’m not sharing a bathroom with him.” Jenny suddenly declared, looking up from her cell phone. “Get in the car Debbie, it’s pissing rain.” She complained as she ran to the car.
“Classy gal you got there Debbie.”
“Oh hush you.”
Debbie walked over to Michael as he remained seated, the rain pouring down over him.
“Michael, honey, are you ready to leave?”
At first he didn’t say anything and Debbie was worried he would make a scene, much like her daughter would in the same situation. Instead, Michael slowly rose, turned to Debbie, and hugged her closely, weeping into her shoulder. Her heart broke for the boy and all she could do was pat his head gently. “It’s okay Michael, you’re coming home with us. It might not be the home you’re used to, but it’s your home nonetheless.”
The ride back to her house was thankfully quiet as Jenny appeared completely absorbed in her phone while Michael looked out the window, his eyes too lost to even roam.
Parking the car, Debbie led Michael upstairs to the room she set aside for him, across from Jenny’s room. She felt bad that he’d be regularly exposed to her shitty attitude, and almost thought about putting him in the basement, but it wasn’t finished yet and wasn’t suitable for someone to sleep in.
“I know your house is being foreclose and most of your dad’s stuff is being repossessed, but we were able to get your belongings out in time and moved here. Nothing’s unpacked yet, so make what you will of the room Michael, just put the boxes out with the recycling when you’re done.
“Thank you, Debbie.”
“I’ll having something ready for dinner later tonight, and I often cook breakfast in the morning, if Jenny can wake her broke butt up in time to eat.” Debbie tease with a grin.
“I heard that!” Jenny shouted from the other room across the hall.
Debbie and Michael shared a snicker at Jenny’s outburst, and it was the first time she’d seen the young man laugh.
“I’ll leave you alone for now, just let me know if you need anything.”
The door closed as Debbie left, leaving Michael in a room full of boxes, an empty wooden computer desk, and an unmade mattress. He began unpacking his stuff, using it as an excuse to keep his mind busy and his hands occupied. It didn’t take long until the room looked like a real bedroom. His computer was set up, despite not being functional due to a fried video card, and his clothes were all put away in the dresser Debbie had in the room for him to use. He even put a few posters on the wall and got his telescope setup next to the window.
After an hour had past of unpacking Michael felt more at ease with the space. He opened the last box to pull out his skateboard and a few books, but as he sorted through the stuff he found something he wasn’t familiar with. Small cube of some kind, with moving pieces like a rubix cube, but older and rustic. It was made with wood plates and brass lining the edges. Despite it’s apparent age and wear on the item, the pieces still moved fluidly, easily clicking into place as he hands manipulated the odd device.
“Where the hell did this come from?”
Looking into the box, Michael found a sticky note that must have fallen off the cube, written in his father’s handwriting.
‘For Michael’
It was only two words written on a yellow sticky note, but it was enough to send a fresh flood of tears down his face as his hands work furiously over the cube. Knowing it was from his father spurred Michael’s determination to solve the puzzle box, even though he knew it would be an empty victory.
Minutes turned to hours as Michael kept working at the puzzle, having trouble because it used fractions of images rather than colors to match up on the 6 sides. Not knowing what the finished pictures should look like left Michael in confusion for a while till he had an idea.
Pulling out an old polaroid camera his father used to use (Though Michael was unsure what his father used the camera for as he had never seen any polaroid pictures in the house) Michael took a picture of each side of the cube. Waiting till the picture cooled down Michael then carefully cut each box of each side out of the pictures, leaving his room a mess of small fragments of images. From there it was a simple matter of shuffling them around, trying various combinations, until 6 unique and distinct images formed on his floor, each composed of cut out pieces of a polaroid picture.
Michael was smiling, happy he had solved the first piece of the puzzle just as a soft knock at his door disrupted his focus. “Michael, do you want some diner?”
“Sorry, no Debbie. I’m fine.”
A pause hung heavy in the air for a moment before Debbie spoke again.
“I’ll leave something in the frig for you if you get hungry dear.”
“Thank you, Debbie, I appreciate it.”
Michael knew Debbie probably thought he didn’t want to eat out of grief, and there was some truth to that, but really he just wanted to solve this darn puzzle. The images formed by the pieces on the floor were confusing as Michael looked them over. Each appeared to be a different woman holding the same pose, kneeling on the floor with her hands in her lap. It’s why Michael had such trouble with the cub to begin with, since the pictures were so closely matched. In one image the woman wore silk garments and she had short cut hair with heavy breasts. In another image her hair was longer and her outfit was more revealing. Each was distinct in appearance but hand the same general pose and demeanor.
“Okay, so now that I know what I’m working with…”
Using his cellphone since his computer died, Michael looked up the universal algorithm for solving rubik’s cubes. He knew that there was a method to solve rubik’s cubes based on the color, or in this case image, in the corner of the cube. He’d seen YouTube videos of people solving them super faster and that led him to read up on how to do it, finding out about this process. It took some trial and error since the lack of colors was still throwing him off, but eventually at about 1am in the morning, Michael snapped the last piece into place, finishing all 6 images on the cube.
“Finally…what the fuck?”
Purple smoke poured from the lines in the cube in Michael’s hands, quickly filling the space around him. Panic coursed through his veins and his first instinct was to yell out, but his body suddenly felt sluggish and unable to respond. His eyes fluttered as consciousness became fleeting, and the last thing Michael saw was a form on the floor of his room, kneeling before him…
Chapter 1: A Woman and Wishes
Consciousness came slowly to Michael as he heard Debbie call his name from downstairs.
“Michael! Michael are you awake?”
Rubbing his eyes slowly he hollered back, “I’m awake, sorry, I’ll be down in a minute…”
Becoming more aware of his surroundings, Michael froze at the site of a beautiful half naked woman on the floor of his recently unpacked room. She was dressed in revealing silks that left little to the imagination, with pale smooth skin curved in all the right places. She had gorgeous long red hair that stood out second only to her amazingly gifted chest, breasts that hung with a tear drop shape.
“Master, I live to serve…”
Michael could only blink in confusion, worried that Debbie might come up any moment to check on him.
“Excuse me…who are you? A friend of Jenny’s?”
“No master, I am your servant, for as long as you desire.” The woman replied her head still bowed.
“Can you please get up, it’s hard to have a conversation when you’re looking like that.”
“As you please master.”
The woman rose and Michaels breath was stolen by her beauty. She looked older than he was, older than Jenny but still younger than Debbie. Voluptuous is the first word running through Michael’s head, and he could feel himself tenting his shorts. At that, the memories of the night before came flooding back and fear griped him once more.
“You…I saw you just before I passed out!?”
“Yes, I apologize. The process is rather intense and can have a profound effect on a new master, but it allows me to better serve you by having an intimate knowledge of who you are and what you desire most.” The woman explained gracefully, still standing half naked. Her chest rose with each breath, causing her nipples to stand out against the silks.
“What are you?”
“I am a Jinn, but not the kind that you might be familiar with. I am a specific bred of Jinn designed to serve a single master or mistress, should they so desire, and provide them with an endless supply of sexual wishes.”
Michael’s excitement died down at the explanation as he started chuckling.
“That sound insane, that can’t possible be true. This has to be some sick joke Jenny is playing on me.”
“I assure you, Master, that this is no joke. I am whoever you wish me to be, and I can provide any wish you desire, so long as it is sexual in nature.”
Michael couldn’t help but laugh out loud, the whole concept was insane. While the woman was incredibly sexy she had to be either a nut job or a friend of Jenny’s playing a trick on him.
‘Best to end this early,’ Michael thought to himself.
“Fine, if you’re a sexy genie, then I wish to have a pair of tits as nice as yours.” Michael asked with a smirk.
The woman’s eyes flashed deep purple for a moment, causing Michael to step back and fall onto his bed.
“It is done.”
Looking down Michael gasped loudly as his shirt strained to contain the huge pressed against the containing fabric. Reaching up with shaking hands he squeezed his newly developed tits and almost screamed as he felt the pressure of his hands through his body in a not-unpleasant fashion.
“Holy sh…” Michael was cut off by a knocking at his door.
“Michael, honey, you need to get going soon. Please come out and at least grab a bite.”
“Crap, can you undo this?” Michael hissed.
“Of course, Master.”
With another flash her eyes Michael’s amazing tits were gone just as suddenly as they had arrived.
“I need to open the door, can you like hide, turn invisible, or something?”
Without a word the woman suddenly disappeared. Michael was left in his room, confused as to where she went despite him asking to. Just then his doorknob started turning as Debbie opened the door.
For the second time that morning Michael’s breath was taken away. It was obvious Debbie had not lived with a man for several years, as she wore only a loose-fitting bathrobe with plain panties and nothing else. Her ample bosom swung heavily behind the fabric, only barely hiding her areolas. Michael once again found himself become awkwardly erect.
“Are you okay Michael?”
“Yes, sorry, I’m fine, just getting my bearings.”
“I understand. I know your friend Eric lives nearby. You were going to walk to the Community College with him, right?”
“Yeah, he lives right next door to you.”
“Oh good, so you have a friend close by. That’s important dear.”
Debbie came in for a hug and Michael was intensely aware of her breasts pressing against him. He knew that she was just as gifted the day of his father’s funeral, but seeing her this exposed made him much more aware of it now.
“Come on down, grab a bite of something, but then you need to get going.”
“Sure Debbie, I’ll be down in a second.”
Debbie nodded then left his room, closing the door behind her. Waiting for a few moments, Michael called out quietly.
“Are you still there?”
“Yes master.” A lovely voiced answered directly behind him. Michael spun around, his hands flailing, causing the sultry woman to giggle softly.
“I am sorry Master, it was not my intention to scare you.”
“No, it’s my fault. I asked you to disappear. Where did you go?”
“It’s hard to explain master, I sort of go to an incorporeal state. I do not exist in a physical form, only a mental form.”
“Then how do I talk to you when you’re like that?”
You simply think to me and I’ll hear you master. Michael suddenly heard in his head without seeing her lips move.
“Okay, this is freaky. I have a ton of questions, but like no time to ask them. Can you like follow me in that in-cor-whatever state you mentioned?”
“Yes master, if you so wish it, I will be with you always.”
“Sounds good, lets do that. Now I need to head downstairs, so please do that and…well we’ll figure this out.” Michael explained as the woman had already vanished.
Heading downstairs he saw Debbie was cooking some eggs and toast. It was originally intended to be eaten at the dinning room table where he saw Jenny was eating her own meal wearing just panties and a tight plain shirt, but Debbie had turned it into a sandwhich for him to eat on the go.
Jeez, are either of them aware of how they are dressed? Michael idly thought.
Debbie is not, and she is not aware that her open robe and hanging breasts are causing you arousal. Jenny, however, is hoping to embarrass you with her attire.
“Here you go dear, you can eat this on the go.” Debbie explained as she handed him the sandwich.
“Thanks Debbie, so much. For this and…well for everything really.”
“Oh it’s fine honey, I know I’ve always just been a family friend to you and your father, but I’m happy to help.”
She gave him another close hug and Michael rushed out the door, ignoring a rude comment he barely heard yelled from Jenny in the dining room.
Okay, it’s a short walk to Eric’s, but I think I have time for a question or two.
As you wish Master, ask me anything.
Where do you come from?
That is hard to explain. Simply put, I am from an ancient race that made pacts with humans. We exchange knowledge and power, but some humans sought to harness the power of the Jinn and put us into slavery. This explains the few stories you have heard, usually around being granted 3 wishes.
Right, Aladdin, all that jazz.
Exactly. I am a special Jinn designed to be gifted to a human, one who must pass a trial of some kind to free me. Once freed, I grant that human as many sexual wishes as they desire while also serving as their consort and Mistress of their harem.
Michael stopped walking for a moment, his head swimming at the overload of information.
Harem?
Yes, and if the master so chooses, they may also bind me to them so that I may never serve another.
And how does that work?
They must take my virginity.
“You’re a virgin!?” Michael called out loudly in shock.
“Yeah, no need to broadcast it to the whole fucking neighborhood.”
His friend Eric had approached, completely to Michael’s surprise, as he was engrossed in his other conversation. Eric looked around, worried who might have heard Michael’s comment. His glasses hung lower on his nose, causing Eric to push them up further. His unkept shaggy hair looked like it had been a few days since it had been washed, and Michael wasn’t sure if his friend owned a shirt that wasn’t green.
“Sorry dude, I didn’t mean that.”
“It’s okay man, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to yell that first thing in the morning to me.” Eric replied sullenly as they started walking to the community college.
“Hey, it’s cool Mrs. Johnson let you move in with her. She’s that yoga instructor at the gym, right?”
“Yeah, she’s really nice, and super close to the school. And it’s awesome that I live right next door to you man, that worked out really…oh, sorry, I didn’t mean that.” Eric corrected as he suddenly realized the reason for why Michael was living in Debbie’s house.
“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it that way…” Michael trailed off, ending their conversation short.
Trying to break the tension of the moment, Eric began rambling about the newest video game he really wanted to play, World of Orcette. He was ranting about how realistic the boob jiggling in the game was, but Michael was more interested in making sure he wasn’t crazy.
Are you still there?
I am Master.
Michael looked around to see if he could see the woman he found in his bedroom this morning following them at all, but she was nowhere to be found.
What do I call you?
What do you wish to name me Master?
Well I wasn’t planning on giving you a new name, what’s your current name?
I have none sir. I emerged from the box newly formed. This is the first time I’ve existed in this realm, and as such I have no name. It is usually the honor of the Master to name his Jinn.
Michael started sweating, feeling overwhelmed again by the situation. He tried to refocus on Eric’s rambling to anchor himself back to reality.
“So yeah, not only can you adjust the breast size of the character, you can also adjust their areola size as well, which is cool but like after you finish character creation you’ll like never see the nipple again unless you take off all your armor. But lets be honest, why the heck would you do that? You’re just begging to get ganked if you do that.”
“Totally.” Michael responded as an automated response.
“Hey, MC?” Eric asked, using Michael’s nickname from high school.
The boys had finished their walk to the community college and stood just outside the entrance doors. Several people were already coming and going in the early morning to their classes as Eric and Michael stood at the front of the walkway.
“What’s up?”
“You know Dexter ended up going here, right?”
Shock and terror coursed through Michael’s veins as he heard that information. Last he heard, Dexter, the all start football champ from their high school, had a oneway ticket to state university on an athletic scholarship.
“How the fuck did that happen, aren’t we already into the semester?”
“He got kicked out of state university, lost his scholarship. Apparently despite a metric asston of help, he failed all his classes and then he got caught using steroids. So, they booted his ass down to the community college. Told him to get his grades back up and they might consider taking him back.”
“Like that’s ever going to happen.”
“We just need to stay clear of him and it’ll be okay. Luckily it looks like he’s already hooking up with the hottest girl in school, a cheerleader named Roxxy.”
Entering the school Michael looked around, hoping to not see looks of pity on everyone’s face. Instead, everyone just seemed to be going about their day, oblivious to all that had occurred in Michael’s life. Sighing, he relished the opportunity to just fade into the crowd for a bit as he walked to his first class, separating from Eric with mutual ‘See you later’ from them both.
Taking a seat in his first class, French 101 with Ms. Bissette, Michael opened his book as she went over the last chapter they were on. When he was sure she was in the middle of her lecture, and not about to call on him or anyone else for at least a few minutes, Michael mentally checked out as he checked back in with his mystery woman.
Okay, so it’s my responsibility to name you?
As it had happened previous, a voice from nowhere answered him directly in his mind.
Yes, that is the expectation. The Master names their Jinn.
Michael thought for a moment, running a collection of names through his head.
How does Jessica sound? Jessie for short.
It sounds lovely Master, I am happy to be called Jessica.
Great, so explain to me these wishes you were talking about. I mean, I gave myself tits to apparently they can do anything.
Not exactly sir. While you are free to alter your own body as well as mine in whatever way you desire, wishing to alter the world around you is much more limited. Wishes of that nature have to be sexual in nature and shouldn’t be so outlandish as to draw undue attention.
I get the sexual part, but why not the outlandish part?
Jinn power is about subtly. Anything that would appear obviously magical could attract attention of powerful beings wishing to harness my magic for their own. This is why it is recommended for every master to bind their Jinn.
Michael gulped at that part, remembering it involved taking Jessie’s virginity.
Okay, so I could increase someone breast size a few cups but not like giving them tits the size of Eric?
Exactly. Breast size can be increase to rather substantial level, but too big and it runs the possibility of attracting undesired attention. Too many changes of an extreme nature in a single location would be of notice.
The talk of breasts swirled images of Jessie and Debbie’s heavy hangers in Michael’s mind, causing him to become erect again.
You said I could change myself?
Of course Master.
Can I have like a 10 inch dick, thick too, like over 3 inches thick?
Of course, Master, you need merely wish for one.
Oh, yeah. I wish for a nice big dick like that.
Michael’s eyes went wide as he felt his pants suddenly shrink, his erection suddenly down near his knee as opposed to his thigh. He was worried he was going to poke out of his orange shorts as he looked around furiously, hoping no one noticed.
“Mr. Cross? Michael?” Ms. Bissette asked in her enchanting French accent.
“Oh, sorry, what was that?” Michael asked, realizing he had ignored the lecture for too long.
“I was simply asking if you remember the word for bicycle in French?”
“Oh, uhhh, yeah, but first could I be excused to go to the rest room?”
“My instinct is to say no, but this is a college and not a high school. You may come and go as you please.” Ms. Bissette admitted with a tinge of annoyance.
Michael gingerly stood up, completely unsure of how to move with the newly formed baseball bat in his shorts. Walking carefully to the door, he saw Ms. Bisette look at him with wide eyes as her gaze was glued to his crotch.
Rushing to the nearest restroom Michael picked the middle room designed for families and disabled individuals. Closing the door he locked it, giving him a sense of privacy from the rest of the school.
“You can come out now.”
Appearing at his side, the curvaceous Jessica in silks stood with her hands behind her back, arching her breasts out as her nipples still showed clearly through the silks.
“Holy shit that’s not helping.” Michael lamented.
“Do you wish me to help master?”
“Yes, I can’t run around school like this, I’ll need to wish this huge thing away.”
“Or…”
Jessica lowered to her knees before Michael then tugged his shorts down along with his underwear, the clothing pooling around his flipflops. Michael’s enormous member stood out proud and pulsating, eager for any attention with a drop of precum already poking from the tip. Jessie took his cock in her hand and pulled his foreskin down and taut as she engulfed the crown in her mouth.
Michael’s world shrank as he senses could now only process the wet lips wrapped around his member as the base of his shaft was being expertly jerked in unison. His complete inexperience with sex made the trip to orgasm an extremely short one as he could already feel a familiar tension build in his sack.
“Oh god, Jessie, I’m going to…”
Upon hearing and feeling his body tense Jessie just sucked harder and jerked him faster to push him over the peak. Micheal felt the explosion a moment before it actually happened and his cock suddenly erupted in Jessica’s mouth, pouring pulse after pulse into her throat. She eagerly swallowed it, moaning heavily at his taste.
What was mere seconds felt like ages as Michael’s cock continued pulsating inside of Jessie’s mouth, the magical being never letting a single drop touch the floor. Soon Michael came down from the high of his orgasm as his cock deflated, sliding out of Jessica’s mouth as she cleaned up the rest of his shaft.
“Oh…oh god. That felt so good.”
“For me as well master.”
Looking as Jessica as she rose from her knees Michael noticed she was flush and there was a wet spot in her silks near her crotch area.
“Did you have an orgasm as well?” Michael asked in shock.
“Indeed Master. My role is to serve you. Pleasing you pleases me. Once you bind me to you, you can cause an orgasm in me with just a look, should you desire to.”
When she finished Jessica’s look was one of pure lust and desire. Michael could already feel his cock swelling again, trying to rise for a second round. Focusing, he pushed that down.
“Trust me Jessica, I want that, more than you know. But, I always want it to be at least a little special, for you and me.”
Jessica’s demeanor shifted and she leaned forward, hugging warmly. He arms wrapped around his back and her tits pressed into his chest.
“Thank you master, you wishing to bind me if special enough itself. Whenever you are ready to do so, I will also be ready.”
“Cool, I don’t want to wait too long, so I was thinking probably tonight in my room, like after Jenny and Debbie have gone to sleep.”
“As you wish, Master.”
Breaking their embrace Michael redressed, happy he could finally fit his cock back into his shorts even though it was still a tighter fit.
“For now, I need to finish out the day here. I’m already behind in my classes so I need to catch up. Can you do that disappearing thing again where I can still talk to you.”
Of course. Michael heard as Jessica disappeared in a small puff of purple smoke.
Exiting the private restroom, Michael ran back to class hoping to catch the end of Ms. Bissette’s lecture.
Chapter 2: Questions and Realizations
Michael left the bathroom with a flushed face and a grin that he couldn’t get rid of. He had just had his first blowjob, and it was amazing. The fact that his cock had briefly been in a woman’s mouth and he had cum down her throat was swimming around in his head and was barely suppressing his excitement about fucking Jessie later that night.
Quickly walking down the hall, Michael returned to his French class just as Ms. Bissette was handing out a quiz that Michael knew he was woefully unprepared for. Sitting down trying to concentrate on his quiz, Michael looked up every now and then and each time he caught his teacher looking at him with rosy cheeks. Her eyes quickly darted away each time their eyes met.
Is she trying to make sure I’m not cheating or something?
No, she is trying to see if you still have an erection.
Michael felt his own cheeks turn flush at that information and he kept his eyes glued to his quiz, despite not filling out any of the questions yet.
Crap, she saw that?!
Yes, and she now believes you went to the bathroom to masturbate thinking of her. She is under the impression your erection was caused by her.
“Thank you all, please turn your papers up to the front.”
People from the rear of the class handed their quizzes to the row ahead of them, forming a brief chain as the papers worked their way up to the front row, where they were handed in to Ms. Bissette’s desk just as the bell rang.
Standing up hoping to duck out without any more attention, Michael froze in his tracks when he heard Ms. Bissette’s lovely accent call out, “Mr. Cross, please see me before you leave.”
Keeping his head down low Michael went to the front of the class as the other students exited. Ms. Bissette watched them all leave and closed the door behind the last student besides Michael.
“Michael, I saw your quiz, you didn’t answer a single question.”
“I know, I’m really sorry Ms. Bissette, I’ve just been…distracted.”
Her face going flush again, the teacher handed his empty quiz without looking directly into Michael’s eyes.
“I understand that boys your age have…needs. All I ask is that you do whatever is necessary to come to my class and give your full attention to me.”
“I understand, I’ll try harder.”
Ms. Bissette’s demeanor softened as she remembered why Michael had been missing from her class for several days.
“Listen, you’re going through a difficult time right now, I completely understand. No pressure, just try to set aside some time to get back on track and let me know if you need anything from me. I’ve been offering some private tutoring opportunities for students, but no one has picked up on the offer. Maybe it’d be a good way for you to catch up.”
“I’m sorry miss, you’re right. Thank you for the offer. Once I get settled back into my class schedule I’ll take you up on that offer as soon as possible.”
Ms. Bissette leaned forward and embraced Michael in a warm and reassuring hug which he gladly returned. Yet the incident in the bathroom was still fresh in his mind and the feel of Ms. Bissette in his arms returned vigor to his crotch, he cock pressing against his French teacher’s thigh through their fabric.
Michael’s face turned a bright shade of red as he was sure she felt his engorged member pressed between them.
“Well yes, I, uh…I’m sure, you, uh…have other classes to attend today.” Ms. Bissette awkwardly stumbled her words as she broke their tender moment.
Excusing himself from the moment, Michael simply left the classroom with little more than a “Goodbye” and continued to the hallway, feeling like he could breathe again.
If I’m going to keep this thing, I need to get some more control.
Why master, she enjoyed the feeling as much or even more than you did.
Taking a seat on a bench in the hallway, Michael took a moment to clear his head as he mentally conversed with Jessica.
You’re kidding. There’s no way she’s attracted to me.
Having seen the bulge in your shorts she became aware that you are gifted in size, and part of her fantasies regarding men have always revolved around those who are particularly well endowed. She’s never experienced sex with anyone who had more than 5 inches to boast, so went she saw the size of your crotch, it flooded her mind with fantasies. That was then further enhanced when she believed you were masturbating to thoughts of her in the bathroom, which then enhanced her fantasies. Her fantasy of a well-endowed man have now turned to a well endowed student, adding a slight air of taboo to her fantasy. She was wet during her entire lecture thinking of you and her fantasy, then feeling your manhood press against her thigh, she was eager to run upstairs to her office so she could lock the door and masturbate while thinking of you…
It was a lot to take in and Michael could only blink in response as he processed all the new information.
So she’s thinking of me sexually?
Yes.
So she’ll have sex with me?
No.
Once again Michael was left confused and bewildered.
Sorry, but human relationships are complicated. While she is thinking of you sexually, she still wishes to keep her job and the risks are too dangerous for her to cross that boundary. Should you attempt, now, to sleep with her, she will turn you down. However, should you simply wish for her to sleep with you, that can easily be accomplished master.
The idea left a sour taste in Michael’s mouth. He could already see the prospect of Jessica’s powers had huge implications and could easily lead him down a dark path.
Lets table that for now because that feels a little too…dirty. I don’t like the idea of taking free will away.
As you wish master.
Michael took a moment to chew on his lower lip as she sat on the bench, other students of the community college moving around him as people came and went to their various lectures.
Is there anything I could do, besides wishing her, that would make her desire me enough to cross her own boundary?
Despite not being able to actually see Jessica in that moment, Michael could feel her ponder the question.
Yes, there are steps you could take that increase her attraction to you to the point that her boundaries would no longer apply.
What would those steps be?
She finds the French language to be particularly enticing, believing it to be the language of lovers. She’s watched hours of French films, romances in particular, and even spends her free time reading French erotic novels. If you were to show a great improvement in your French proficiency, she would assume you did so in an attempt to woo her, and that would combine both her love of the language and her erotic fantasies to the point that she would actively pursue sexual relations with you.
Michael huffed and rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh.
Great, so all I need to do is become completely fluent in French in order to seduce my teacher. No tall order there. I wish it was as easy as you’re making it out to be.
As you wish, so shall it be my master…
Not realizing the gravity of the words Michael used, he felt his head rush as if with a momentary brain freeze, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut and press his forehead into his hand. The feeling passed quickly, and he looked up, confused for a moment.
“Merde, je peux parler Français!?”
“What the fuck did you call me nerd?” A loud violent voice called out in response to Michael’s exclamation.
Looking up Michael didn’t realize that Dexter had just passed him. Michael panicked as he realized that Dexter was assuming Michael was talking shit about him in another language.
“Nothing..nothing Dexter, just practicing for French class.”
Standing up so that he wasn’t in such a defenseless position, Michael couldn’t help but cringe a little as the 6’4” brute came stomping up to him.
“Roxxy, this nerd called me something in French. What the fuck did he say to me?” Dexter called out to the busty blonde in the hallway walking up behind the brute. Roxxy was a genetically gifted specimen of a cheerleader, with a naturally narrow waist yet broad hips giving her a classic hour glass figure that ended in large but still perky tits.
“How would I know Dexter, I didn’t even attend today. Hey, I think he’s in my class. Aren’t you the one who’s daddy died? Didn’t he kill himself like a loser?” Roxxy said with venom in her tone.
Anger welled up in Michael, anger he hadn’t realized he’d been hanging onto since his father died, and he let it overflow onto the dumb jock and arrogant bitch in front of him.
“Yeah, well at least I knew who my father was! At least I grew up in a loving house and not some trashy trailer park with a slut for a mother!”
Roxxy’s eyes went wide with fury, his hands balling into fists with bright white knuckles.
“Dexter, beat the shit out of this fatherless fuck!”
Running up behind Michael was Erik and a blue hair girl wearing a black hoodie, embodying everything about teenage gothy angst.
“Dude, why are you picking a fight with Dexter?!” Michael’s best friend hollered just a Dexter grabbed Michael’s shirt collar, his fist raised and ready to destroy.
“I’d think again about that Roid Rage. Principal Smith is coming!” The blue haired beauty warned.
“Fuck, I can’t get caught fighting again Roxxy. If Coach Bridget hears about this, she’ll kick me off the team and I’ll have no chance of getting back into State.”
Dexter released Michael’s shirt and darted off, not wanting to be caught in a scene as the Principal made her way down the hallway.
“Whatever, this isn’t over Michael. I’ll deal with you later!” Roxxy threatened as she ran off to join Dexter further down the hallway.
“Are you okay?” Michael’s friend Eve asked as she pushed a few strands of her blue hair behind her ear before crossing her arms in front of her.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Luckily you two showed up just before things got super nasty. Oh shit.” Michael exclaimed just as Principal Smith walked up. Her stern glare was only overshadowed by her massive breasts pressed precariously against her pantsuit, straining the fabric that barely contained her stout yet voluptuous body.
“You three! Get over here, right now! What are you still doing in the damn hallway?!”
“Sorry Principal Smith, it’s just that Dexter was about to…” Erik stammered.
“Ah, Mr. Cross. Finally returned to us I see…” Principal Smith mused as she jabbed a wooden ruler she was holding into Michael’s chest.
“Y…yes, ma’am.”
“It’s about time! Do you have any idea how far your grades have fallen?”
“No, I wasn’t really worried about that. You know…because of my father dying.”
“Yeah, how is that fair?” Eve perked up in Michael’s defense.
“That’s enough out of you Eve! I suggest you get your butt to class before you find it sitting in detention! And as for you, Michael. We need to discuss your failing grades! I want you upstairs, in my office, right away!”
“Yes, Principal Smith.”
Stalking away from the three students, Principal Smith marched further down the hallway, having additional aggressive conversations with other students she found lingering in her school.
“Man’s she’s pure evil.” Erik groaned.
“No kidding, she’s worse than my sister.” Eve chimed in as well.
“I’m serious! She’s like the Evil Ice Queen from Whorecraft!” Erik continued.
Rolling her eyes but grinning despite herself, Eve leaned over to give Michael a welcome back hug. “Sorry I missed you in Miss Bissette’s class this morning.”
“Still regularly late I see. Glad nothing’s changed as I was out.”
“Hey, it’s not high school, and besides, my sister needs my help at the shop.”
“Doesn’t she get super pissed when she finds out you’ve been ditching class though?” Erik asked, genuinely puzzled.
Firmly yet playfully Eve jabbed Erik in the arm before giving Michael another hug as she started to leave. “Good to see you again. Let’s catch up another day when Dexter’s not trying to kill you.”
“See ya.”
“I’m out too buddy. I left a ‘welcome back’ gift in your locker.” Erik said as he patted Michael on the back before heading off.
Breathing a sigh of relief Michael slumped back down onto the bench to gather his thoughts, knowing he’d probably be late to his next lecture.
Are you unharmed master?
Yeah, just shook up a bit. Not sure what the hell started all that, or why it escalated so quickly. Dexter’s always been a hothead, but that was way aggressive even for him, and Roxxy was at her bitchiest today.
Dexter is having trouble dealing with his latent homosexuality that he refuses to accept and Roxxy is extremely sexual frustrated because Dexter is unable to become erect the few times they’ve tried to have sex.
Michael could only dumbly blink as he processed the onslaught of sexual information.
Wait, Dexter is gay but he doesn’t know it or won’t accept it, and Roxxy is just horny and taking it out on other people?
Correct Master. Dexter irregularly tries to assert his heterosexuality with Roxxy but is mostly unable to perform. That, and his penis is far bellow average size so even when semi-erect, he is unable to please Roxxy in anyway. She often has to resort to masturbation, but that is complicated due to her living conditions with her mother in their shared trailer, so more often than not she unable to achieve orgasm. Considering she is at the prime of her youth and at peek fertility, her body is demanding a need she is thus far unable to provide. It’s like having an itch you can never scratch. Thus her current attitude.
Standing back up Michael walked over to his nearby locker and started to enter his combination, but momentarily blanked as he realized he had no clue what his locker combination was.
Shit, I’m going to need to head to Principal Smith’s office after my next class. I have no idea what my locker combination is, and my book is in there. I really hope Ms. Okita doesn’t call on me like Miss Bissette does. Anything you can do about that?
Unfortunately no, Master. Unless you can think of a sexual way to phrase the request. I apologize for failing you master.
Taking his seat in the science classroom, Michael tried to reassure Jessie, who sounded a bit sensitive for not being able to help him.
It’s fine Jessie, don’t beat yourself up. We’ll figure it out.
“Hey Michael, how are you doing?” A sweet voice suddenly asked, snapping him out of his mental conversation.
Michael was embarrassed that he hadn’t even noticed that Mia was sitting at his table and had been looking at him the entire time he walked into the classroom and sat down. She had her hair up in a ponytail and was wearing a pink collared shirt with form fitting blue jeans.
“Oh, hey Mia. Sorry about that. Thanks, I’m doing as well as can be expected. Really its thanks to one of my dad’s old friends, Debbie. She’s letting me stay at her place rent free as I get back on my feet.”
“That’s a relief Michael, I’m glad to hear it. Of course I’m happy to help as well. If you wanna drop by my place we can study together sometime.”
“Thanks Mia, that’d be super helpful. After attending Ms. Bissette’s class and talking to Principal Smith I’m starting to realize I’m much further behind than I originally thought. Any help is appreciated.”
“Sure, just make sure you come at night and sneak in past my parents. My mom doesn’t want me to have any boy visitors, she thinks it’s improper. I’ve tried telling her that I’m not in high school anymore and she can’t control me like that, but then she just reminds me that since I live under their roof I have to abide by their rules. It really sucks.”
“Yeah, you’d think they’ve trust you more now that you’re in college. Luckily your house is just a bit down the street from Debbie’s place, so it’s not a bother to run over.”
Mia smiled at him and placed her hand on his, giving him a friendly squeeze. Michael felt her touch through his entire body and his cock started springing back to life. Michael’s eyes went wide in momentary fear as he snatched his hand away, leaving Mia confused and feeling more than a little rejected by his response.
Fuck, I hope she doesn’t think I’m weird. Doesn’t think thing ever stop.
She doesn’t think you’re weird, she just thinks you’re not interested in her. And the responsiveness of your engorging penis in due to your young age, virility, lack of sexual experience, and now magical enhancements.
Right, I get that, but I can’t like hold her hand and then get a raging hardon at the same time. If she notices she’ll think I’m a pervert.
No master, she’ll think you’re attracted to her, which you obviously are, and that in turn will increase her arousal and make her extremely wet. She is very attracted to you, she has been for a while. With the death of your father her attraction has turned to empathy and affection, thus heightening her ‘crush.’ She is also young, virile, and due to the sexually oppressive nature of her mother, she is yearning for sexual exploration as much or even more so than Roxxy.
Michael was starting to become accustomed to a general state of shock and confusion as he was learning more and more intimate details of all his friends thanks to Jessie’s magically innate knowledge of all things sexual.
Reaching over, Michael took Mia’s hand in his again, and squeezed her back.
“Sorry, bad reaction. Not your fault, I’m just still…I’m just still dealing, you know.”
“I know, just wanted you to know I’m here for you.”
Standing up Mia offered Michael a hug, which he gratefully took and held it for a few moments. His cock was pressed firmly against his shorts and he was sure she could feel it pressed against her, though she didn’t say anything.
Breaking their momentary embrace, the two sat down again as Ms. Okita began her lecture.
She definitely felt that Master. She is going to masturbate tonight thinking of you.
This is insane. Basically what you’re telling me is all the women around me are horny as hell and just dying to fuck.
A moment of silence told Michael that Jessie was contemplating his question and thinking of how best to respond.
I think it’s more you’re shocked to find out that everyone is just as human as you are. You have had your own fleeting fantasies of having sex with those around you, including Roxxy, Eve, Mia, Debbie, Jenny, and even Principal Smith.
Ugh, okay, I jerked off to Smith like one time and it wasn’t my proudest orgasm.
Right, all these women are human and they have the same kind of desires you have. They have, at times, considered you in a sexual way, some more than others. Due to my influence you just naturally appear more attractive and desirable to those around you, so those previous thoughts are becoming more pronounced. Remember, men aren’t the only ones who experience sexual desires and a need to copulate. These instincts are very much present in women, but in your society today it’s not as sociably acceptable for women to display such desire. It is reliant on men to pursue women, not the other way around. It is expected for men to want women, but it is not expected for women to want me. But just because society has deemed it that way, that doesn’t mean that’s how women actually feel.
So, the long and short of it is, just as much as men want to fuck women want to be fucked.
Exactly master.
Michael felt a wave of understanding finally pass through him as his brain connected dots he didn’t even realize he was putting together.
Even Debbie?
Yes, though not as often as others. There’s a desire there, but it’s buried deep under her more motherly type instincts towards you due to her relationship with your father. But more than once, while masturbating in bed or in the shower and having trouble achieving orgasm, your face has popped up as a potential lover, and the vague tabooness of the idea, despite her not having any actual relation to you, pushed her over the edge. She uses the idea of sex with you as the ‘final straw’ when she is having trouble achieving orgasm.
Ms. Okita was deep into her lecture and Michael realized he had listened to a word, but luckily she seemed more focused on maintaining the pace of her presentation rather than stopping to ask questions.
Guess that means Ms. Okita has had sexual thoughts of me too then.
No, never.
Oh, so she’s not attracted to me.
No, but she’s not attracted to anyone. She’s asexual.
You know, just when I think I have a handle on things, you go and confuse me all over again. Lets pick this conversation up after class. I need to at least try to pay attention.
As you wish Master
With Jessie’s final thought to him Michael felt a hand brush against the bulge in his shorts. He looked around and saw it wasn’t Mia and he realized that it was Jessie’s way of mentally waving goodbye to him temporarily.
Sighing heavily Michael turned his attention to the lecture and made the best effort a young horny man could at paying attention to a boring science class.
Chapter 3: A First Time for Everything
Like a kid with a new video game or comic book they were dying to dive into, Michael found it terribly difficult to pay attention to Ms. Okita during her lecture. He was dying to ask Jessie more questions and learn more about this new world he discovered and it took all his mental fortitude to stay focused on the task at hand.
Waving goodbye to Mia and Erik (who had also shown up for class, just a little later than the others) Michael returned to his locker to get his gym clothing out.
“Crap, I still don’t have my locker combination.” Michael fumed at the air.
Looking at the stairs leading up to the 2nd and 3rd floors, Michael mustered his courage to face the Principal for the second time today, hoping this visit would go a bit smoother than his first.
A few minutes later Michael was outside the Principal’s office, knocking gently on her door yet vaguely hoping she wasn’t actually there so he wouldn’t have to face her again.
“Come in.” Called a cold voice from the other side.
Walking into Principal Smith’s office, Michael saw that Annie was standing in front of Smith’s desk as Smith sat on the other side, both shooting him mean glares. Annie was dressed in what appeared to be a school uniform, which was strange since the community college didn’t actually have school uniforms. Michael could never figure out where she got those outfits from or why she wore them, but it was all she wore besides her gym clothing.
“Mr. Cross, what are you doing here?”
“Sorry ma’am, I just wanted to see if I could get my locker opened and a reset on the combination. I forgot the combo and I need to get into the locker for my next class.” Michael asked sheepishly.
“While that is incredibly irresponsible, it’s good that you’re here as we need to discuss your grades. As you can see you are failing all your current courses.” Principal Smith informed Michael as she held up a piece of paper displaying his current grades in Art, Science, Music, French, and Gym. All had F’s in overly bold red lettering.
“Yes Principal Smith, I’m sorry about that. Now that I’m back I’ll work with each of my teachers to try and catch up and raise my grades, I promise.” Michael swore, feeling more ashamed now about that time he jerked it to Principal Smith after admitting it to Jessie earlier.
“Don’t expect any leeway from your teachers or myself, everyone is expected to carry their academic weight here, regardless of their circumstances young man.”
“Understood ma’am.”
“Good, you’re dismissed.”
An awkward moment passed as Michael realized she had forgotten about his original reason for coming to her office. “Uhh, my locker ma’am.”
“Oh that’s right, you forgot your combination. Annie, escort Mr. Cross to his locker and open so he can reset the combination.”
Annie stared daggers at Michael and stomped out the door, leading him through the hallway and down the stairs.
“You realize you’re in this situation because you skipped school for a month.” The younger woman coldly accused without looking at Michael.
“I’m not sure I’d call grieving over my father as ‘skipping.’” Michael countered, not wanting to really get into it with Annie.
Arriving back at Michael’s locker, Annie pulled out a key from her pocket while sighing, “Alright, let’s get this over with.”
“Weird, you just happened to have a key to my locker?”
“Don’t be stupid, this is the school’s master key. It opens any door and any locker. That’s why it’s called a master key.”
“Then why do you get to have it?”
“Because I’m the close assistant to Principal Smith and I have to spend my time keeping all you kids inline.”
“Kids? We’re the same age Annie.”
“Yeah, right. Everyone around here is so immature and lacks discipline.”
“So you just carry that thing around with you all the time?” Michael asked, ignoring Annie’s comment.
“Of course not, we normally keep it in Principal Smith’s office. We rarely have to use it.”
“Really?”
“Really. No one else here is dumb enough to forget their locker combination. Now grab what you need and reset your combination to something you can remember. I believe we have athletics next and you don’t want to be late.”
Annie marched off, leaving Michael feeling annoyed and perturbed. Grabbing his clothing, he found the gift Erik had left him. A card from their favorite collectible card game, The Fappening. It was the Dillon card, a support card Michael needed for his Orcs and Humans deck he was building before his father’s death.
Grabbing his gym clothes Michael ran off, hoping to change and be outside in time to beat the bell. Hitting the locker room section of the school, he was a bit confused as the girl’s locker room was tapped up with construction warnings.
Lingering in the hallway outside the boy’s locker room was Judith, an acquaintance of Michael’s who he shared gym class with. She was a sweet girl, though a bit awkward. Her body proportions were a bit extreme, with extra wide hips and a heavy chest that looked like it was going to tip her over, though her body was mostly hidden under loose clothing in dark drab colors.
“Judith, what’s going on?”
“Oh, hey Michael. I’m not feeling too well, I might just go home.”
“You’re not coming to class?”
“Well...I just...I can’t go in the boy’s locker room.”
“The boy’s locker room? Why would you go into the boy’s locker room?”
“You mean nobody told you?”
“...No?”
“A pipe burst in the girl’s locker room and it’s closed for repairs...We’re sharing the boy’s locker room now.”
“For real!?”
“I don’t really feel comfortable about it, like the other girls.”
“Well...the class is starting soon, so there’s probably not that many people left in there anyway?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right…”
“I can go in with you, to make sure you’re okay, and I promise I won’t look!” Michael added quickly.
“Okay...I’ll follow you then.”
The two walked into the empty boy’s locker room together where several bags of clothes and various clothing lay strewn about. Jockstraps and bras laid piled together in multiple corners, evidence of the joint usage of the space.
“See? It’s not too bad. It’s empty.” Michael reassured Judith.
“I hope you two remember the rules in regards to being late!” A voice suddenly declared behind the two young adults, making them almost jump out of their skin.
“If you’re not in uniform and outside on the field in one minute…” Annie threatened as the other two turned around to face her.
“It’s okay Annie, we get it. We’ll be outside in just a moment.” Michael countered, trying to smooth over the situation.
“As the Student Union President and official hallway monitor it is my duty to write infractions to anyone breaking school guidelines.!”
“Hallway monitor? This is a community college, not a high school.” Michael tried to clarify, hoping to bring a semblance of logic into the conversation. “Besides, Judith isn’t very comfortable in the guys’ locker room. She’s going to need some extra time to get ready, okay?”
“Is that right Judith?”
“Well...yes.” Judith confirmed while pushing her large rimmed glasses back up her nose.
“What’s the matter? Just a little bit insecure around the boys? Or are you inciting disorder and disobeying the rules?”
“It’s not...it’s just that...I’m not...wearing a bra!” Judith proclaimed as her hands flew up to cover her face in embarrassment.
“Oh, I see. Coming up with excuses to skip class, are we?” Annie asked as she narrowed her dubious eyes. “Your lack of obedience is alarming, and I will not allow it! Get dressed immediately, or I’m sending you both to Principal Smith!”
Judith and Michael exchanged nervous glances with each other. Michael shrugged and smirked, hoping to provide a sense of relief and calm, as he started pulling off his shirt.
Judith followed Michael’s lead nervously, pulling up her shirt over her huge breasts before removing her pants, including her panties. Her torpedo tits stood out, hanging low with a definitive pointy shape as she tried to cover herself in vain.
Michael followed suit, stripping down completely while exposing his large hanging magical cock to both Judith and Annie. Their eyes were immediately drawn to the monster dick and the sudden attention caused Micheal to begin to stiffen, his cock rising due to the awkwardness of the situation.
Oh shit, can you make this thing go down!
Why master? Judith is extremely entranced by the sight of your member, as is Annie. They both would prefer to see it more. Jessie teased mentally.
They want to fuck me?
Not all sexual encounters need lead to intercourse, and frankly both are entranced yet slightly frightened of your cock, though they both desire to see more.
Not exactly sure how to proceed, Michael looked between Annie and Judith, trying to find the right words. “Sorry, he sort of has a mind of his own. I can’t exactly go to the field like this though, right.”
“N...no, of course not. I’m not even sure you’ll be able to fit that thing back in your shorts in its current state. Cease your state of arousal Michael, it’s not appropriate here.” Annie demanded, though her tone was softer than before.
Gripping his cock at the base Michael gave it a few shakes and a tug to demonstrate how firm and rigid he was. Judith and Annie never broke eye contact with his shaft, which gave Michael more confidence in his display.
“Sorry, but the sight of Judith’s tits got me really worked up. Not sure this will go down even if she puts a shirt on. I’ll need to jerk off.”
“My...my tits got you that hard?” Judith asked while still standing stark naked. She had stopped trying to cover herself as she was enchanted by the sight of Michael’s member.
“Well yeah, your breasts are nice and big.”
“They’re too pointy.”
“Na, guys love big tits, regardless of the shape. Trust me, any dude would be happy to suck on them, fuck them, or cum on them.” Michael assured Judith as he started slowly stroking his cock before the two women, letting them watch his self pleasuring.
“You...you want to cum on my tits?” Judith asked as she blushed deeply, her whole body turning a bright pink.
“Hell yes, what guy wouldn’t?” Michael affirmed while still stroking his cock.
“Then it’s decided. Michael, relieve your seed on Judith’s breasts, then your cock should be able to fit back in your shorts and you can make it to gym class.” Annie instructed as she moved behind Judith. Annie placed her hands on Judith’s shoulders, guiding the naked woman to her knees in front of Michael. Judith was too shocked at the whole ordeal to say otherwise, letting Annie take control of her body. Annie hefted Judith’s tits in both of her hands, squeezing them together as an offering to Michael. Judith couldn’t restrain her moans at the sudden contact of Annie’s hands, her nipples and areolas feeling pleasantly stimulated at the unexpected touch.
Michael pointed his cock at Judith’s huge tits, stroking it slowly for the girls, letting them see his cock in all its fullness.
Did you make them go along with this?
No master, this was purely of their own desire. Granted, my affect on you enhances your pheromones and other sexual indicators in a purely animalistic fashion, so that you are more likely to induce ‘heat’ in a woman. This is still their decision, and they’re both enjoying it.
All the attention on his perverted display of self sexual gratification easily pushed Michael over the edge as his balls tightened against his body. His cock flexed heavily as his cum shot out of the tip, spraying all over Judith’s tits. Both women gasped at his climax as Michael’s cum coated Judith’s heavy hangers. Annie squeezed them together, rubbing the semen in as it spilled over the sides and onto Annie’s hands.
Michael’s orgasm seemed to last forever as pulse after pulse of cum sprayed onto Judith’s tits, hitting her bottom chin at one point with a particularly powerful blast. The girls watched intently as every last drop was released, leaving Michael feeling properly drained. Annie continued to squeeze and massage Judith’s tits, running Michael’s cum into them. At one point she pinched Judith’s nipples, eliciting a moan of pain and pleasure from the naked woman, which brought an evil grin to Annie’s lips. Eventually the moment broke and everyone came to their collective senses, realizing the awkwardness of the situation they were.
Annie released Judith’s tits and looked at her cum covered hands, not sure what to do with them now. “Yes, well, both of you clean up and get outside before you miss the whole class.” Annie curtly ordered before retreating sheepishly.
Michael offered Judith a hand and found a clean towel for her to use. “Sorry about that, not sure what exactly happened.”
“No problem Michael. Did I really turn you on that much?”
“Yeah Judith, you’ve got a great set of tits, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Michael said with a grin as he started dressing in his gym clothes.
Feeling a sense of clarity after having his second orgasm for the day, Michael breezed through gym class, though he was left a bit winded after coach Bridget was done with him. Judith kept giving him furtive glances but Michael would just smile and wave at her.
By the end of the day Michael was walking back home with Erik, and the two were back in sync like nothing had ever happened, discussing video games, the Fappening, and girls. It all felt oddly normal to Michael, which he enjoyed.
“See ya tomorrow?” Erik asked.
“Yeah bud, take it easy.” Michael affirmed as he opened the door to Debbie’s house.
Jenny was in the living room flipping through channels on Debbie’s big screen TV, still wearing her tight top and panties from earlier. Michael found Debbie in the kitchen reading a newspaper while still wearing her loose fitting robe, her heavy tits displaying a generous amount of cleavage.
“Oh honey, how was your first day back at college?” Debbie asked as she came around the kitchen’s island to give Michael a hug.
“Community college!” Jenny yelled from the living room, taking any opportunity to knock Michael down a peg.
“It was fine Debbie, thanks. I have a lot of catching up to do, as Principal Smith reminded me on several occasions, but I think it’ll be fine.”
“Are you hungry? I haven’t made dinner yet, but the leftovers are still in the fridge.”
“Yeah, would it be okay if I took them upstairs? I need to do some homework.”
“Of course, I’ll warm them right up for you.”
A few minutes later Michael was in his room with a hot plate of leftover lasagna, his door closed and locked to prevent any accidental walkins from either Jenny or Debbie.
“You can come out now.” He declared to the empty room.
Jessie appeared in a puff of purple smoke, still wearing her overly revealing silk outfit. Michael was instantly erect again at the sight of Jessie’s perfectly large breasts with bright pink areolas. They hung against her silks, pushing the fabric from her body. Her hips were wide despite her waist being lean and there was a delicious curvature to her ass. Creamy white skin was accentuated by her deep red hair and brilliantly blue eyes.
“Master?” Jessie asked in a sultry voice.
Michael gulped as he put the plate down on the table. He approached Jessie slowly, wanting to enjoy the sight of her.
“Earlier today, you said something about binding a jinn, right?”
“Yes master. All you need do is to take my virginity.”
“Won’t that hurt?”
“A little, perhaps, in the beginning. You are much more gifted now than you were previously.”
“Oh, shit, I could wish it to be smaller if that would help.”
“No Master, I love how it looks, and I would be thrilled to be filled with your passion, regardless of the size. Trust me, this is what I was made for, Master, and it’s what I want more than anything. Once I am bound to you, I can serve no other. Possession of my vessel will be useless and I will happily serve as your genie, wife, mistress, or whatever role you want me to play in your life.”
Michael couldn’t take it anymore and approached Jessie with vigor, his lips meeting hers as his hands roamed her body. She melted under his touch and let her tongue dance against his as she tugged at his belt, desperate to undress her Master.
They were a tangle of clothing for a few minutes as shirts, shorts, and silks flew everywhere, leaving the two naked on his bed. Jessie was on her back, her heavy breasts spilling to the sides as Michael continued to deeply kiss her. His hands groped her tits before working their way down south, finding her soaking mound aching for his touch. He touched her labia tenderly, wanting to explore and figure out her body first, but the mere contact on her groin elicited a loud moan from Jessie.
“Shhh, Jenny and Debbie could hear us!”
“Do you wish for them not to?” Jessie panted?
“Oh, yeah. Please.”
“As...as you...as you wish Master!” Jessie almost screamed as Michael inserted a finger into Jessie’s wet pussy, teasing her clit as he ran his finger against the underside of her hood.
Feeling more assured that they wouldn’t be disturbed or cause a scene, Michael relentlessly fingered Jessie’s pussy, causing her back to arch and her eyes to flutter. After several minutes of relentless finger fucking Michael wasn’t sure how many orgasm she had had, but as he pondered that she suddenly moaned “6, I’ve had 6 thus far Master.”
“Can you spread your legs please?”
Eagerly obeying Jessie not only spread them, she bent her knees and pulled her legs up to her chest, openly exposing her sex as much as possible. Michael moved between her legs and at first Jessie thought he was finally going to penetrate her like she desperately wanted. Instead, Michael moved his head directly in front of Jessie’s pussy and he began to eat her out, his tongue lapping at her labia and flicking her clit.
Jessie screamed in pleasure, loudly announcing she was having orgasm number 7 as Michael lapped at her opening. Her hips bucked wildly against his face, her body yielding to his oral stimulations.
“Master, please, I need you. I need you inside me Master. Take me, take my virginity.” Jessie pleaded.
Michael rose up and shifted his body up the bed, his face and lips covered in Jessie’s juices, yet that didn’t stop her from kissing him deeply, enjoying her own taste. As they passionately kissed the tip of Michael’s cock naturally lined up against Jessie’s open, pressing ever so slightly in, coating his crown with her passion.
Their kiss broke as they realized what was about to happen. Michael stared into Jessie’s deep blue eyes as he pressed forward with his hips, his cock slowly penetrating her. Jessie lovingly held Michael’s gaze, affection and passion painted across her face while her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped as she felt him slide into her opening.
Michael went slowly, not wanting to hurt Jessie, but he continued until his cock was buried completely inside of her. They froze there for a moment, enjoying the pleasure of being intimately joined before Michael began working his hips back and forth, his cock easily gliding into and out of Jessie’s tight pussy. She gripped him firmly as he pulled out then relaxed and let him slide back without much resistance, leaving Michael feeling like Jessie’s pussy was milking his cock. Sloppy sounds of fucking filled the room as he proceed to pound Jessie vigorously. Her back arched, her hands wildly groped her own tits, and her eyes fluttered as they both lost track of her orgasms.
Michael knew he would have blown his load as well far earlier if he hadn’t already cum twice before at school, but after a few solid minute of raw fucking he felt a familiar tingle in his balls.
“Jessie, I’m...I’m going to cum.” Michael panted.
“Yes Master, please, please bless me with your seed!” Jessie moaned.
Her urging was all he needed to push over the edge and Michael grunted as his cock exploded inside of Jessie. Her legs curled around his waist and pulled him tight against her body, wanting every drop to be deposited deep inside. Feeling her master cum her sparked her own massive orgasm and she moaned louder than any of her previous climaxes. Their bodies grinded against each other as they rode out their collective peaks.
Eventually their frenzy ended and they disengaged their tangle of sweaty limbs, both left breathless on Michael’s cramped bed. Michael couldn’t believe what had just happened, and he felt a true sense of happiness and joy, something he hadn’t felt since his father’s death. Jessie turned on her side to face him and curled against her Master, her eyes closed and her mouth painted in a satisfied smile.
Neither said a word, as none were needed that moment, and sleep came to both Master and genie quickly.