Jemimah's Genie

by Ainsley Abbott

  Gradually the men’s movements gathered momentum. She could feel their cocks coming together inside her. Only a thin barrier separated them. Her cunt gasped for more, her clitoris felt swollen, twitching with need. Her abdomen tightened as her body moved inexorably toward a knife-edged pinnacle.

  She threw her head back, panting and moaning like an animal as their tempo increased. Brian’s cock plunged into her ever-tightening core, while Rowan’s filled her over and over from behind. Both men were panting, dripping with sweat. Jemi’s own sweat slid from her body to blend with theirs.

  When she thought she could go no higher on this journey of bliss, the men increased the intensity their movements. Now, Rowan’s thighs slapped hard against her buttocks, pushing her forward but Brian’s grip on her shoulders held her steady, his own upward thrusts making her gasp and sob with a demented desire.

  The tension continued to grow with each thrust of their cocks, bringing her closer and closer to climax. Then suddenly she knew she was beyond the point of no return and she grew very still. She forced her mind to blankness and relaxed, letting her body take over completely. She began to tighten, her insides tensing of their own accord. She dropped her head, panting to the rhythm of their thrusts. Finally, as if in slow motion, she slipped off the precipice and her body burst into an orgasm so intense, she screamed like primitive creature with the unbelievable spasming of her entire being.

  Both men continued as her muscles clamped hard on their steely shafts. Then first Rowan, then Brian, cried out and stopped their movements. Jemi felt the canon-like explosion when they came inside her and she moaned, her insides gripping their cocks in orgasmic pulsations.

  She collapsed on top of Brian, completely spent, his arms wrapped around her. Rowan rested his hot forehead against her back. Sweat bathed all three.

  Some minutes later, Jemi was vaguely aware of Rowan removing his penis and gently apply a cool, soothing ointment to her anus. Then he was gone.

  She didn’t move, didn’t flinch. She felt completely sated, totally secure in Brian’s arms. She knew without thinking she was now a new person. Brian had introduced her to an unbelievable world of pure bliss she’d never known existed.

  * * * * *

  It was the caw of a seagull that woke her. It was still dark but the sky beyond the windows was beginning to change from ebony to hazy slate. She wasn’t surprised to find herself no longer atop the bed but cozy between satin sheets. Brian lay beside her, his arm still beneath her head. She gazed at him, wanting to memorize every feature, feeling a surge of emotion at the way his long lashes lay against his cheeks and his lips parted softly in sleep.

  Had she ever been alive before Brian? She felt the pleasant ache in her rectum and vagina and flushed with automatic desire at the memory.

  “It was good for me too,” he said, his voice sleepy, his eyes gazing at her lovingly.

  She laughed. “Oh, Brian! I’m so happy.” She sighed and stretched blissfully.

  He sat up and leaned over, kissing her gently. “I’m glad,” he said.

  She pulled back to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

  He smiled. “I thought I was the only one who could read minds,” he said.

  She took his hand and wrapped her fingers between his. “Tell me.”

  He sighed. “It’s nearly dawn. I have to…”

  “No.” She put her fingers over his mouth. “Please, don’t say it.”

  He smiled. “Not saying it won’t change things.”

  “But what will I do here without you?” she cried. A tear ran down her cheek.

  Brian was silent, his face showing his own distress. Finally he spoke. “I’ll be back tonight—if you summon me.” He gestured to the elderberry wine on the table.

  Jemi sniffed. He plucked a scented handkerchief out of thin air and handed it to her. It was something a two-bit magician would do and it made her laugh despite herself. She blew her nose. “Oh Brian, I wish you could stay with me all week…”

  No sooner had the words come out of her mouth when there was a pop and whoosh, then silence.

  Brian looked at her in amazement.

  “What was that?” Jemi’s eyes darted around, startled, half expecting to see Rowan.

  Brian gathered her into his arms and kissed her head, her cheek, her nose, her eyes. “My darling,” he said as he continued to drop kisses, “you’ve just made your second wish.”

  Jemi blinked then smiled. “What? Oh! So does that mean you can…”

  “Yes,” he said. “All week.” And with that, he rolled her onto her back to claim more than just her mouth.

  * * * * *

  The days passed gloriously. Jemi had never known such complete happiness. They made love everywhere imaginable—on the beach under the hot sun, in the ocean with waves swelling around them, aboard a yacht Brian conjured for a day, in the coolness of shade and soft grass beneath coconut palms, in a delightful glade with a freshwater waterfall, in the huge bathroom spa—more than once. The only rule she knew they had to adhere to was to sip some elderberry wine each evening. Brian knew it was important but wasn’t at all sure why. Jemi didn’t care—whatever was needed was worth it.

  Sometimes Rowan would join them, sometimes it would be some other hunk of a man. Jemi realized it was her own imagination that brought the others. They were fleeting—there to pleasure her then go. But it was Brian who held her heart. It surprised and baffled her that so much untapped desire had been lying dormant within her for so long.

  Still, she didn’t mind the feel of more than one hard penis bringing her to pinnacle after pinnacle of ecstasy in every way imaginable.

  And she also soon realized she enjoyed giving as much as she took.

  * * * * *

  She found the stilettos, black mesh stockings, leather garter belt and bra in the bathroom one evening. Lying beside them was a riding crop. She smiled. She was learning that when Brian said, “Your wish is my command” it meant even her unspoken ones.

  She put the gear on, applied red lipstick and ample mascara, then admired herself in the mirror. She flicked the whip and enjoyed the snapping sound. She felt a sudden surge of power and confidence.

  Brian was naked, propped on one elbow on the bed. He smiled when she appeared. “You look magnificent,” he said.

  She snapped the whip again and pointed with it to the bedhead. “I want you tied,” she said. “We don’t want you escaping your…mmm…punishment.”

  He rolled over languidly and instantly his hands were secured, his magnificent body stretched out before her, completely at her disposal. His cock was already hard and he watched her from beneath lowered lids.

  She climbed onto the bed, putting her knee between his legs, taking the whip and running the strands down his face, neck and chest. “So,” she said, “how shall I deal with you?”

  He sucked in his breath as the whip strands circled his cock and trailed over his balls.

  She smiled. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I won’t hurt you—if you’re good.”

  “I’ll be good,” he said. His voice was low, husky.

  She put the whip aside and trailed her fingers over his face, neck, chest. She loved the feel of him, she loved knowing he was completely at her mercy and she loved the way his eyes glittered with anticipation.

  She circled his cock with her fingers, then grasped it with one hand, gently cupping his balls with the other. She smiled as he groaned. His penis was hot and rock hard. She licked her lips and put her mouth very close to the tip of his cock. “What do you want?” she whispered, her warm breath causing his rod to jump of its own accord.

  “Suck it,” he said. He was watching now, pure desire glittering in his blue eyes.

  She smiled up at him, then bent her head and touched the end of his cock with her tongue, circling it one way, then the other, still gripping it with her hand, feeling it dance with primal need.

  He groaned again, pulling on the bonds.

  “Is that what you want?
” she asked. She flicked her tongue over the tip again.

  “Suck it,” he cried. “Take it all.”

  “Maybe I will,” she said, moving her mouth to his scrotum, “maybe I won’t.” She took one ball very gently into her mouth, savored it, then repeated the action with the other ball.

  “God…” Brian moaned.

  She loved teasing him. Loved knowing she could make him as weak as a kitten. She ran her tongue down the inside of one thigh, then the other, then moved back up to his engorged shaft and placed her lips over the end.

  Slowly, she took it into her mouth, opening her throat so she could slide it in almost to the hilt.

  She could hear Brian’s ragged breathing and felt him shifting with the agony of delicious anticipation. She could feel her own juices flowing. Her pussy was wet and ready, swollen, hot, wanting to be filled. She moved her mouth up and down, letting her tongue circle and flick as she went. At the same time, she rubbed her clit against his thigh, her hands moving to grasp his firm buttocks. His hips rose so she could take him even deeper into her mouth.

  She continued sliding her mouth up and down until she felt a change in him—knew he was close to ejaculation. His body was taut, his eyes shut, a muscle in his jaw worked.

  She stopped and sat back, smiling as his eyes flew open and the desperation of his need showed clearly in his face.

  “Shit, don’t stop!” he breathed, thrusting his hips up with his need.

  She didn’t reply but repositioned herself so she was straddling him. She knelt over him, her labia just touching his penis. “Stay very still,” she said.

  He did as he was told, though she could feel the tension in him like a tangible force. Slowly she lowered herself, closing her eyes in delight as his hard shaft entered her. She stopped halfway and knew it was all he could do to prevent himself from thrusting up into her. “That’s good,” she purred.

  She teased him, moving herself down, down, until he was all the way inside her, then up, up, stopping just before he came out. His body glowed in the soft light with sweat. Her own body was beaded. She reached down and fingered her clit as she slid slowly down, then up, feeling the familiar mounting passion, savoring the sensation of being completely in control.

  His hands gripped the wood of the bedhead, his knuckles white. Jemi could feel herself climbing to that exquisite height. Without thinking, she increased her tempo, moving up and down faster and faster, her finger on her clit bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, she gasped as she felt herself slip over the edge into breathtaking release. At the same time she heard him cry out and he arched his back, driving his cock up and into her hard as he shot his semen into her.

  Together they orgasmed. Bright colorful lights exploded behind Jemi’s eyes and she collapsed on top of him. Time seemed to stop as she was completely caught up by their synchronized spasms pulsing inside her.

  * * * * *

  “Is it good for you too?” she asked some time later, her cheek resting on his chest, his arms around her.

  “Christ, Jemi, how can you ask?” he said.

  She shrugged. “I’m still learning how this all works. I wonder sometimes if you just seem to like it because it’s what I want.”

  He sat up and pulled her up too, taking her chin and making her look into his eyes. “That’s not part of the deal,” he said. “I don’t lie—and that means I don’t pretend.”

  She smiled and kissed him on the mouth. “I think I knew it,” she said between kisses. “I just wanted to be sure.”

  He pulled her down and rolled her over. “Be sure,” he said and she could feel his cock, rock-hard again, pressing against her, his knee gently opening her legs. “Be very, very sure.”

  Chapter Four

  Seven days passed all too quickly. Jemi’d lost all track of time. It was Brian who brought it up. They lay sated in the afterglow of lovemaking. It was early, the rush and roar of the waves lulled Jemi into a semi-sleep. Dawn would be breaking soon.

  “I’ll have to leave you soon,” Brian said, kissing her forehead gently.

  She blinked and sat up, peering at him in the dark. “What? No! Why?”

  “It’s Friday, Jem. Our seven days are up.”

  A sense of utter sadness filled her. “No,” she protested. “Brian, how can I let you go?”

  He fingered her hair and she could see his own eyes were moist. “I don’t want to go,” he said. “But I have no choice.”

  She lay back down and snuggled into his arms, twin tears finding their way down her cheeks. “I’ve been thinking,” she said, “about my third wish.”

  His fingers stroked her back. “I know,” he said.

  She smiled poignantly. “Right,” she said. “You probably know what I want to wish for?” She felt him nod. “So what do you think?”

  He was silent for a long time. Finally he answered. “I don’t know, Jem. I don’t know what it will do. I wish I could tell you.” She sighed and he pulled her even closer. “But whatever happens, I want you to know how much it means to me. If you go through with it, it’ll mean I’ll never have to go back to that dark, lonely place again.”

  She nodded. She couldn’t bear to think of him there. Even if she lost him forever, it would be worth it—just to know he’d no longer have to live in some limbo world when he was away from her.

  “I still have the elderberry wine,” she said.

  “True. But if your wish is granted, I won’t be as I am now, so it may not work.”

  She digested this. She’d thought about already and it was hard to imagine what life would be like if he wasn’t there. But it was a risk she had to take. Granny Lou’s words came back to her, “Remember, sometimes if you truly love someone, you must set them free.” She knew in her heart, this was what her gran meant.

  So, despite her reservations, her mind was made up. She stroked his face gently, feeling his fingers tangle in her hair. “Brian?” she said.

  “I know,” he replied. “And I love you too, Jemimah Murphy.”

  She felt a wave of heartbreaking joy flood her, then, still holding him she breathed, “Brian, I wish you were real.”

  * * * * *

  Jemi sat at the kitchen table in her grandmother’s house. The bottle of elderberry wine and empty goblet stood before her. She’d sipped the warm, sweet stuff every morning and night for the past two days. She was certain, now, her wish had been granted and Brian was no longer a genie. She could no longer summon him. And she had no idea where he was in this huge world.

  After the initial realization and subsequent tears and anger at whoever was in charge of these things, she’d drifted into dull acceptance. At least she’d always have the memories of the past few weeks to relive. Life would never be the same for her again. And she knew no man would ever fulfill her the way Brian had.

  She got up from the table and went to gather her purse and coat. She glanced in the mirror. There was a different woman there now. Her skin glowed a golden bronze, her hair was sun-streaked and curled softly about her face. She looked younger…maybe even beautiful. Brian had done that. Brian had brought her a new lease on life. She tried to smile. It was her first day back at work and it was important everyone thought she’d had a good time. How could she explain to them why she was filled with such an utter, endless sense of loss?

  * * * * *

  “I must say, Jemimah, you look so refreshed. I don’t know what it is but wherever you went it certainly agreed with you.” Nancy pushed open the door to room number sixteen.

  “Thanks,” Jemi murmured.

  “Now I think we brought Mr. Jordan in just before you left,” Nancy said. She grabbed the chart from the bottom of the bed and handed it to Jemimah. “Skiing accident. He’s been in a coma for weeks. Dr. Forbes says he’ll have to be removed to a more suitable facility if he doesn’t come out of it in the next couple days.”

  Jemi gazed at the chart. Age—thirty-six. Height—six foot two inches. Weight… Wait,” she said loud.
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  “Pardon?” Nancy turned. She was at the head of the bed, a cart nearby with warm water and a washcloth.

  “Name—Brian Jordan.”

  “Yes, that’s right, dear. A shame, really. He’s quite a handsome young man. We’ve all been hoping he’d come out of it but there’s been no sign…”

  Jemi dropped the clipboard with a clatter and rushed to the bed. “Brian!” She nearly fainted with joy. It was him, right here, right in her very hospital. His face was pale, his eyes shut. She reached out a shaky hand to touch him.

  “Jemimah,” Nancy said, “do you know this man?”

  Jemi paused, then turned to her and smiled, a shaky smile. “Yes, yes I do, Nancy. Can you give me a few minutes with him alone?”

  Nancy eyed her, puzzled but nodded. “Certainly, dear. You have as long as you want. He’ll need a sponge bath and…”

  Jemimah hurried the other woman to the door. “I’ll take care of it all,” she said. “Thanks.”

  Finally alone with Brian, she sat down next to the bed and lifted one of his limp hands. It felt warm, alive, as if he were just sleeping.

  “Brian,” she said urgently. “Brian, you have to wake up. It’s me, Jemi. Please.”

  But there was no response, no flicker of eyelid, no twitch of muscle.

  Jemi’s mind was working fast. “Brian, if you were in this accident before I met you, my third wish was unnecessary—you’ve been real all along. Don’t you see?” She squeezed his hand gently. “I still have a third wish, Brian. And I wish you’d wake up.”

  She waited. There was no pop or whoosh of air. The monitoring machine on the other side of the bed continued its regular “ping”. As the minutes passed, tears filled her eyes. “Didn’t you hear me,” she said angrily. “Whoever you are who’s in charge, you have to grant me my third wish. It’s part of the rules. And I wish Brian Jordan would wake up.” Still nothing. Jemi stood up and raised her face to the ceiling, her fists clenched at her sides. “Goddammit, are you listening to me?” she cried vehemently.