Star blinked several times and repeatedly to him.
Reno laughed. "A djinn, wonderful."
Trypp scowled. "Yeah, and the second he grants her last wish she will get sucked up into that lamp to take his place."
Star wasn't listening to them. Lumin had all her attention, he was so roguish he was charming, long gossamer like white hair laid on his shoulders, framing his doll like round face perfectly. His eyes were the color of sapphires, and every bit as shiny. His skin was pale, but that was to figure as he did after all live in a lamp.
Lumin kissed her hand, locking her eyes onto his.
As Star faded into a vision he stepped in close to her, so that he could smell her wonderful perfume. Star watched as the boy Lumin was crouching in a tree, overlooking a thoroughfare in what looked like a Moroccan marketplace. As a man wearing all black rode by on a big black horse Lumin dropped, swinging out and snagging the lamp off the mans saddle, then back up into the tree. He curled his body around the lamp, hiding himself in the hollow Y of the trunk as the man searched for his lamp.
When night fell Lumin jumped from the tree and ran from town. When he reached the desert and a good cover of large rocks he started polishing the lamp. When the tall dark djinn slithered out in an inky cloud. Lumin gasped, having expected exactly what he was seeing yet not ready for how quickly his heart would race.
The djinn looked down his long hooked nose at the young thief. "I cannot bring life to the dead as I shall not kill anyone for you, I can simply not make anyone fall in love, so knowing this what is your first wish Sire?"
Lumin grinned. "I know exactly what I want, and I want it now. I want to never go hungry again." He looked around, nothing happened.
He looked at the bored looking djinn, shrugged and kept asking. "I also want to be able to know exactly what my opponent is going to do, before they do it, and I want to be immortal!"
The djinn sighed and asked in a rather bored voice. "Are those your wishes?"
"Yes those are my three wishes."
The djinn swept some sort of invisible dirt from his chest, not looking at Lumin at all, then sighed, folded his hands behind his back and walked away!
Lumin was flabbergasted, and started to call for the djinn, but as he opened his mouth to yell he felt an odd tugging on his body, and was promptly sucked into the lamp, its new prisoner.
That was over a five hundred years hence.
Star blinked, returning from the vision to find Lumin's face right in front of hers. She stared into his eyes, her own wide as saucers as her breath caught in her throat, along with her voice.
Lumin inhaled, still taking in her scent as his hands swept over her curvy hips. "You are definitely the most beautiful person to have ever woken me from my slumber."
She gasped as he kissed her deeply, and smoke formed about them, obscuring them from the others in the shop. Star's head fell back as he nibbled on her neck, tracing her jawline with tiny butterfly kisses. She gasped as his hands cupped her small round ass, pulling her up into his embrace, kissing her relentlessly as her body began to shudder, tingle as every touch caused a new sensation. No one ever touched her this way, everyone always thought she was a little girl, so she had never ever had anyone even so much as kiss her save her parents to say goodnight or they loved her. Her body fairly melted into his hands, as she lost touch with the real world. All it was to her now was the ethereal place he took her too as her head spun in every angle possible. Star had never felt anything like it save perhaps a drunken case of bed spins.
Her breath caught in a squeak as his fingers touched down on her pulsing clit, sharp gasp after sharp gasp was all she could manage as he laid her back, twiddling her clit like the strings of a tiny harp. Star began to cry, dry sobbing as her head reeled and her body convulsed, her first male induced orgasm was nearly too much for her emotional state.
Lumin whispered in her ear as he nibbled on her lobe. "I'm here to please you, what is your first wish?"
She shook her head 'no' as she rode her orgasm and his fingers to the next one. Lumin fairly purred to her, and somewhere in her mind she realized she was now naked, but she didn't care. The feel of his silken flesh against hers was amazing, tingly and made her feel like a real woman. She didn't want to talk about wishes, she was in the midst of having one fulfilled. Star felt Lumin's hands pull her up, slide her back just a bit as his member rubbed against her tormentingly sensitive lips.
He ran his cock over her clit, dry humping her, spreading her lips with his girth as he got her body used to the size of his shaft. First on the outside, then when he was wet enough along his entirety, he kissed her deeper, diving his tongue into her mouth as he lapped up the tiny scream she emitted as his member dove deeply into her spasming pussy. His hands continued to massage her flexing gluts as he stroked gently, slowly into her now dripping passage, causing her to break out in a steady deeply rooted purr mixed with the breathtaking sound of her gasps.
Stars legs instinctively pulled up along his sides, allowing him even greater access to her interior, and her heart. Her fingers spread on his back as her head rolled to one side, allowing him to kiss and nibble on her neck once more.
In a quivering voice she near whispered, "oh Gods, it feels so good!"
His rhythm was maddening, inwards stroke, flex, out-stroke, in stroke, flex, over and over again. Her tears came then as she rode a wave of never ending pleasure. She was no longer just Star, Reno's baby sister, she was Star, the woman, and she loved it, her heart instantly fell deeply and irrevocably in love with Lumin.
Lumin felt this from her, his own empathy beyond compare. This made him smile, and stroke deeply harder into her, causing again a spraying of her juices to burn over the base of his shaft and swinging balls.
Stars head fell back, she was upside down, crying out in ecstasy as he rose to his hands, so that he could watch her lovely face when he shared with her the emotions she caused within him. Her fingers spread over his hairless well muscled chest, gripping then large fist fulls of silken flesh, kneading the tissue in her hands as she tried to weather the storm that was raging between her legs and in her chest. As she came with a scream Lumin pushed deep within her, just as her peek hit, he forced it to rage further, extending the ride with his own injection of heated fluids.
As he throbbed to calm he pulled her into his chest, cupping the back of her head in his palm as he rocked her near unconscious body in his lap. "Your so beautiful," he whispered.
"your so amazing.. can I keep you?" she moaned lightly.
He grinned and kissed her softly, deeply, then whispered within the kiss. "As long as you don't lose me, its forever."
The End.
Three Angels and a Slut
I married a woman with three teenage daughters. Take a word to the wise from a now-experienced professional in the subject - don't try this at home!
Mabel was thirty-two years old to my thirty-three. When we were married, she had three daughters; one was eighteen (Jill), and two were seventeen year-old twins (Jessie and Jassie) at the time we were married. Yes, I did the math there, too. She conceived during her eighth year of school and again barely a year later. I was only fifteen years older than her eldest daughter.
Before I asked Mabel to marry me, I asked her what she thought about having one or two babies with me. She all but insisted that it be two or three.
After we were married, we just had fun for the first couple of years before I began thinking about becoming a daddy in my own right; only to run headlong into her fervent assertion that there was no way she was going to subject herself to getting fat again and losing her figure. It seems I'd stepped into a trap, and it only got worse.
Unlike their mom, her daughters had made it into high school; but were years behind their peers because they were lazy; and, following their mother's example, they were relying solely on their looks to get them by. They either skipped or slept through their clsases, had boys do their homework for kisses, and stole the answ
ers to tests they managed to fail anyway.
Mom was a stone fox, no doubt; and so were all three of them. Regretably, also taking a page from dear old mom, all three of them loved to play 'dumb sexy blonde' to the hilt. All four of them had 'pet rocks' for a very good reason...they could bond with their pets better than a boy and his dog.
They only dated the hottest hunks, sports team captains, and highest scoring stars; but at that time, all three together couldn't have reasoned themselves out of a wet paper bag if they'd had machetes.
They would have never thought to just rip it open and step out. Their motto is, "why think when you can find a 'big cock jock' to do it for you?" Of course, none of their boyfriends would have figured it out either.
It didn't take me long to figure out that all three of them were sexually active too; and likely to be mothers themselves long before they graduated, let alone old enough to take good care of kids by themselves.
Their mom had been remiss on that subject in particular. She hadn't taught them one damn thing about sex. In fact, she seemed to want to avoid any discussion or knowledge of that subject at all costs.
The girls didn't know anything about anything, just reacted. If it felt good, they did it. They didn't know their cycles were on a predictable schedule. When they bled, they used tampons. When they weren't, they didn't. They just always kept two or three in their purses. That was the extent of it.
They knew women had babies, but had no idea of how it was accomplished; dittoe on diseases. As a result, they fucked anybody at any time, bareback.
It's a miracle that they hadn't gotten pregnant already. I had to do something immediately. I tried talking to my wife, their mother, but she just shrugged her shoulders and said "What will be, will be". I had to take matters into my own hands, or end up stuck raising three bastard babies while momma watched soap operas and the girls just partied on.
I got busy and found out exactly what they were doing, when, where, and with whom. I tracked everything about them. There wasn't anything they knew about themselves that I didn't know, and I knew more than they did on virtually all subjects.
But, I didn't tell their mom. I figured the whole house might have blown skyhigh in that argument. I took the smart route and took it to the girls, one at a time, oldest first.
I decided I needed to instruct the girls before they got into trouble. I knew their 'boyfriends' had no clue about sex other than the old reliable "stick it in, pull it out; push, pull, pop a nut; wham bam, thank you ma'am".
That was my way in the door. After trying for weeks to explain the pros and cons of sex at their ages, it was abundantly clear that not one word I'd said had stopped between the ears it went it and the ears it went out.
If I was to avoid the problem of raising three babies on my own, a radical new approach was required. I looked forward to raising kids from birth through college, but I'd be damned if I'd diaper someone else's at 3am. Fortunately, by this time, all three girls had passed their eighteenth birthdays, and I had a little bit more room to maneuver.
I waited for the right opportunity before I moved on Jill. Trying a new approach to the situation, I pointed out that her boyfriend didn't have any idea of what it took to please a 'woman'. I knew the 'woman' reference would play to her lack of self-confidence and esteem about still being a 'girl'.
"Jill, your boyfriend is nothing more than an inexperienced little boy playing with his pee-pee and only making himself feel good by squirting in you instead of a napkin. He doesn't know or care if you enjoy it or not."
"What you need is someone a little older and wiser in the sexual arts, who can make you scream for more until you go hoarse and pass out from the pleasure."
I went for her jugular. "Jill, has any boy ever given you an orgasm that made you quiver and you just had to ask him to keep going and do it again?"
"Well, no, not actually."
"What is the best you ever felt when you were with a boy? Did he eat your pussy until you arched your back and sprayed your girl cum all over his face? Did he ever eat his cum out of your pussy after he filled you, or did he always just leave his big mess for you to wear home in your panties? Tell me, I'm interested how good it really was."
"N-o-o-o, none of them did that for me. I hated those wet panties. They got cold and clammy, yuck. And I guess the best I ever felt was when he was sucking on my breasts and made my nipples tingle so much I could feel it in my pussy."
"Girl, that's barely to second base, and an almighty poor start. Good Lord, you don't have a clue about what what a man can give a woman, do you? Honestly now, tell me."
"If you're saying there's more, then I guess not. But I don't know anybody who can show me what you're talking about."
"I beg your pardon? You most certainly do. All you've ever had to do is ask me. I can show you everything you've never even known exists around you and inside you. You've been blind all your life, and now you have a chance to see."
"Will you show me?"
"Yes, of course, now that you've asked. It wasn't something I could just up and offer. You had to want to know first. Mom and your sisters aren't going to be home for another couple of hours, so if you want to start now..."
"Oh yes, now...right now. My panties are already wet thinking about it."
We began with the same kind of makeout session she was used to in a car seat and worked through the standard progression of feeling each other up outside our clothes, then inside our clothes, then in full view of my chest and her breasts. They were quite pretty to look at with firm upswell and pert coral nipples.
I moved to release her belt and get her jeans down. She raised her hips up and kicked off her shoes to make things easier. Then she did the same for me; until we were both sitting naked on the couch.
I reached over and began to caress her thighs, moving higher and higher until she had to spread her knees for me to continue. At the same time, I felt her small hand exploring my lower region and finding the objects of her interest.
A little re-positioning allowed us more freedom of access to each other and we progressed to her stroking me and fondling my nuts while I nuzzled her breasts with my lips and lathered her up with her own juices and my fingers.
I was intentionally avoiding her clit, but it was time to crank it up another step. As I slowly pulled away from her, I began to explain.
"Foreplay is everything to a woman. Her man has to take as much time as his woman needs and do everything he can to build her anticipation to the point when she demands something different from him. Sometimes her body will tell him and sometimes she will say something."
"A man will never know when a woman is in need of shoe-shopping; but if he's paying attention to her in this, he will know when and what she needs and is demanding of him."
I moved around to the floor between her knees and began kissing my way up each thigh.
"Even then, until he knows her very well, he should merely ease off the pace and continue to pleasure in much the same way but in a more playful manner. Her actions and body language will give him the answers he needs about how to make the most of this for her. His turn will come later. All he can hope is that she is as patient and thoughtful of him as he is of her."
I tongued her back hole and the small strip separating it from her pussy.
"A woman has dozens of places on her body that, at different times and in different ways, can be pleasured to further build her excitement and anticipation, even if it is her first time and she doesn't know what to expect."
"The second-to-last place on a woman to be pleasured is her clit. It must not be approached to soon; and when it is time, her clit must be approached slowly and carefully in full appreciation of the role it plays in her physical well-being and emotional balance."
Shuffling forward a little more on my knees, I leaned forward to blow warm air over her puffy mons, her shaved outer labia and slim inner lips.
"There is much to be said about having a variety of techniques to use on
each of a woman's erogenous zones. Some respond much better than others to a particular one. Some places prefer firm manipulation, others featherlight caresses, some even strong probes, or come alive to lips and a tongue, others to the mere brush of chin or cheek."
As I talked, I was demonstating each thing I said on her innermost thighs and all around her pussy except directly on her clit.
"Direct stimulation all around your pussy and even as far away as your nipples is indirect stimulation of your clit. The foreplay and avoidance of direct contact with your clit builds a bridge between your emotions and your physical feelings."
"At the same time, by continuing to use one or both hands to touch the other places on your body, I am reassuring you that I'm still thinking about all the other pleasure centers your body has, and enjoying them as well. A woman needs to know that her man enjoys her as much as she does him."
I kissed, sucked, laved, and used my fingers every other part of her pussy; with occasional forays up and around very close to her clit but not against it. My other hand continued to gently handle her breasts and ribs and tickle her bellybutton, her ribs and calves, elbows and the backs of her knees...and everywhere else I could reach.
"There is one more place a woman enjoys being stimulated, and some respond in a remarkable way. This place is hidden and can only be located by the touch of a fingertip. It is not very far inside your vagina, a small area on the top just inside your pubic bone. It's like a second clit. The two can be stimulated separately or at the same time."
I located the rough-skinned place that was her G-spot and began to massage it with one then two fingers. At first, I just toyed with the area but then began to work it more insistently, building up intensity. I switched to a 'come here' finger motion over it and began rapidly moving my hand in and out of her pussy an inch or so.
At the same time, I used my free hand to begin massaging her mons and the upper parts of her outer lips, changing pressure on each pass. Then a series of fast, firm circular passes; followed by another series of slower, more gentle ones.
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