The Battered Lamp Ch. 01

"That wasn't...unpleasant," Aaliyah smiled. "Salty and a little bitter."

She rose up, leaning in to kiss him. He flinched back. "There's cum on your lips."

"Oh, right," she nodded and the cum vanished. "All better."

Her kiss was soft and timid, much like Christy's had been the first time. For all Aaliyah's talk of training, she was quite inexperienced. Memory of Christy's bone-melting kiss in the car plagued his conscience. Kyle did love his girlfriend, but Aaliyah's ardor was making it hard to remember that fact, and his own lust was quickly drowning out his guilt at betraying his girlfriend.

His hands grasped her sides, and he found her naked. He slid higher, expecting to feel her silk vest. Instead he found her ripe grapefruits. Where did her clothes go? Her breasts were softer than Christy's, but her nipple felt smaller, tiny buds compared to the fat nubs he felt on his girlfriend's breast not even an hour ago.

Aaliyah mewled into Kyle's lips as his fingers pinched her nipple, and wiggled on his lap, his hard cock prodding the softness of her rear. Her hand rubbed at his bare chest. Where did my shirt go? Her fingers traced his pectoral muscles--ROTC and kendo kept him in shape. She giggled and cooed, clearly enjoying his definition.

"So strong, my husband. A warrior's body."

His blood boiled, going straight to his cock. He didn't care about anything right now, least of all his girlfriend. He had to fuck the lithe, beautiful creature in his arms. He had to finally get laid. She didn't resist as he lowered her onto her back. Her black hair fanned out across his pillows and comforter. Aaliyah's hands found his cock, stroking it gently as she guided Kyle between her spread thighs.

"Take me, my husband!"

Why does she keep calling me that? His cock brushed the petals of her flower, damp with her passion's dew, and that question didn't matter. A spicy scent filled his nostrils, exciting him and driving him to plunge into her silky wetness.

His first thrust missed, his cock sliding up through her lips, bringing a wet moan as he brushed her clit, then he slid through the silkiness of her neatly trimmed, black bush. He almost came again. He drew back, taking a breath, and moved his cock lower, pushing slowly until he felt her wonderful folds spreading around him.

Sensations poured through him as he savored his first taste of pussy. He wanted to push into her, but something stopping him, soft like tissue, an obstacle keeping him from his goal. He thrust harder. She gasped as it gave way before him. Then he was all the way inside her, his balls resting against her taint.

Rapture!

Pleasure!

Amazing!

Hot!

Wet!

He erupted, the sensations too much to hold back.

His cock shrank, wilting inside her. Frustration seethed in him. He was finally in a woman's pussy and he lasted five seconds. "I wish I could last as long as I wanted," he muttered, "and keep fucking you."

"Done, my husband."

Life flared into his cock, and he expanded inside her. There goes my second wish! His hips pumped. Her hips rolled. He kissed her again, reveling in the tight, wet, silky feel of her sheath. He loved it. Her blowjob had been amazing, but this--this was paradise.

"Oh, my love!" she gasped as she writhed beneath him. "I love you, love you, love you!"

"I love you too!" Kyle moaned back. Did I love her? I love Christy? Right? His emotions were too confused by the pleasure surging from his cock. It didn't matter if he loved her. It just mattered that he kept pumping his hips inside her until that wonderful moment of release. He'd say anything to keep fucking her--any lie, any admission of love. He could sort out his feelings later when he wasn't buried to the hilt in hot cunt.

"You're so hot!" he grunted. "You feel wonderful!"

"Oh, yes!" she gasped. "I'm...I'm...cumming! Oh, what a wonderful word! Cumming!" She said it slow, letting every vowel and consonant linger on her lips. "Cumming, cumming, cumming!"

Her sheath convulsed like a gloved hand about him. New sensations adding to plethora of other, wonderful feelings. Her legs wrapped tight about his hips, pulling him to her, and her nipples rubbed hard against his chest. He buried his face into her hair, smelling of sandalwood and jasmine. He bit at her ear, and that made her squeal and cum again on his cock.

He exploded.

Driving his cock as deep as he could, he basted her pussy with his seed. His body tensed, every muscle tightening. He grunted and groaned, pleasure spiking through him with every blast of cum. Then he was finished, and he collapsed onto the pillows of her breasts, burying his face into her silky tits. Sweat and the sweet unguents adorning her body warred in his nose along with reek of their lovemaking: cum and spicy cunt.

"Oh, my husband," she purred.

"I'm not your..."

The door banged open. "What in the hell is going on in..." His mother's voice trailed off at the sight. "Kyle...what...who..."

"Mom, I..." He was about to say he could explain, but he couldn't. Beyond his astonished mother stood an even more astonished Fatima

"Big brother, you are in trouble," she taunted, her astonishment replaced by a devilish grin. "Christy is going to be pissed when she finds out."

Aaliyah slipped out from beneath him, still naked, and knelt before his mother on the floor. She has a nice ass. A rich, olive color, and no fat--two perfect hemispheres.

"Mother, it warms my heart to greet you. I am Aaliyah, daughter of Sheikh Umar ibn al-Jann, ruler of the Jann, and wife to Kyle."

"I..." she stammered. "What, wife?"

"Forgive my undress," Aaliyah blushed, and suddenly she wore her silks that did little to conceal her lush body. "We were consummating our union. I have sworn to see to his needs and was attending to my wifely duties."

"Who is this girl?" his mother stammered. "I don't understand. What about Christy?"

"She's a..." Crap, how do I explain she's a Genie?

"I am sure Christy will make a fine, second wife for Kyle," Aaliyah continued. "Do not think me the jealous type. I grew up in my father's harem. He had four wives and a thousand concubines, all as fair as a desert oasis."

Holy shit. A thousand?

"I don't know what kind of bull you are shoveling, young lady, but it will not fly in my house. I did not raise my son to sneak girls into his bedroom."

Aaliyah wilted. "I am sorry to give offense, Mother, but..."

"I am not your mother, young lady!" She glared at her son. "Kyle, I thought you had better judgment then this. I know you're an adult, but..."

He didn't know what to say, and was all too aware of his nakedness beneath the blanket. His heart raced a mile a minute, and his thoughts felt like molasses. He wanted to speak, opening his mouth, but he could think of nothing. I wish there was some way to make my mom understand.

Done, my love, Aaliyah's voice echoed in his head.

His mom relaxed in an instant. "I'm so glad to have you for my daughter, Aaliyah."

"Thank you, Mother."

Then his mom entered his room, pulled Aaliyah to her feet, and hugged her warmly. "Welcome to the family." Tears actually adorned his mother's dark lashes.

"Mom!" gasped Fatima. "You're okay with them Kyle sneaking a girl in here? You always told me I was dead if I ever snuck a boy in my room! No sex before marriage under my roof."

"Well, they are married, it's only proper for them to be...uh...intimate."

His sister spluttered like she was choking on a chicken bone then shot Aaliyah a piercing, almost jealous, look.

You can read my mind?

Of course. It can be difficult. Your thoughts are very...well...disorganized.

I wish my sister would understand as well.

Fatima instantly regained her composure, her impish grin exploding across her face. Then she chortled. "Well, I guess your hand can finally get some rest. No more self-stimulation." She made a jerking motion with her hand.

Aaliyah nodded emphatically. "I will make sure my husband's needs are satisfied. He will not have to resort to masturbation any longer. All of my body is his to use."

Fatima rolled her eyes. "I see why you married her. You two are peas in a pod."

"C'mon, let's leave them alone. It's a special night for them. I remember my own wedding night--" His mom's words were cut short as she closed the door.

"All of your body?" Did that mean her ass, too?

"All of me. Even my ass, my love."

His cock was hardening beneath the blankets. Her clothes vanished in a puff of yellow, and she knelt naked before him. "How do you do that? Make your clothes disappeared? And how do read my thoughts?"

"I am a Jann, though my powers have been limited to the hearth and harem."

"What?"

"I can use my powers to make clothes or furniture, or to conjure food," she answered. "All to maintain your household."

"How does making my mom and sister accept all this fall under that?"

"It doesn't, husband."

"Call me Kyle. I'm not your husband."

"You are," she insisted. "You accepted my betrothal when you freed me from the lamp, and then you consummated our marriage in this very room."

Kyle wasn't sure how to feel about that. She was pretty, but he didn't know her. His hormones made it hard to think clearly, especially with her kneeling naked before him, but he was sure he didn't love her. How could he? They just met. But he did want to fuck her again. He wanted to use her in every way his imagination could conjure, his lust warring with the guilt of cheating on his girlfriend.

"So we're really married?"

Pain crossed her face. "Are you displeased with me? Did I not satisfy you properly?"

"No, no! You...um...satisfied me very well. This is all just so sudden. We don't even know each other."

"Every day we shall grow closer and closer, our love growing stronger," she declared.

"And what about my girlfriend?"

She gave him a confused look. "If she loves you, then surely she would consent to be your second wife."

He sighed. How am I going to explain this to Christy? Hey, this is my wife and she's totally fine if we keep dating and hopes we'll get married. Like that'll fly. That was a problem for tomorrow. "How did you make my mom and sister accept this if your powers only affect the hearth?"

"My powers affect hearth and harem," she answered. "Causing your family to accept us falls under the harem part of my powers. As your first wife, it is my job to oversee your harem and see that you are satisfied. I read your thoughts so I can anticipate your desires."

"So making mom accept you..."

"Let's me satisfy you without causing undo stress in your home," she finished with a smile. "I can also make any woman fall in love with you, desire you, or allow you to bed them."

He swallowed. Any woman? His masturbatory fantasy reared its head: Christy fucking him; Ms. Capello, his hot English professor, fucking his cock with her large tits; fucking his classmate Carla's fine ass; dusky-skinned Megan, his old babysitter, slipping in the shower with him; Toni, one of his college's hot cheerleaders, on her knees sucking his cock; his mother's face dripping with his cum; more and more filled his mind, an endless parade of the hot women.

"Even your mother" Aaliyah purred. "If you want a woman for your harem or as your wife, all you have to do is ask."

"Why do you want to do that?" he asked, swallowing. It seemed wrong to Kyle to make any woman have sex with him, let alone marry him.

"You're a powerful man with a grand destiny. And powerful men have appetites. I understand this, my love, and wish only for your happiness."

"So if I said, 'I wish for Megan to appear in my bedroom and fuck me,' you could do that?"

"Do you want that?"

Her dark eyes fixed on him, and an image of his old babysitter bent over in a pair of tight daisy dukes filled his mind. That image still haunted Kyle, and he loved to spank it thinking about his babysitter doing naughty things to him. Her ass was perfect, and she always wore tight clothing to show it off.

"I..." He worked his mouth, his mind whirling. It would be wrong.

I want to fuck that ass, his cock seemed to yell as it hardened.

He shuddered as Aaliyah licked up his shaft, her pink tongue swirling around his tip.

You've always wanted to fuck her, what's the harm? the lustful side of him whispered

It would be against her will, the rational part of him countered.

Aaliyah's tongue felt wonderful on his cock; he squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a moan. Megan's perfect rear floated in his mind, bent over. She probably shaves her pussy. You love spanking it to bare twats! Let's do it! Let's fuck Megan!

"I wish Megan was in my bedroom, wanting me to fuck her ass!"

"As you wish, my love."

"Hello, Kyle." He opened his eyes to see his old babysitter leaning over his desk. His eyes fell on her tan, perfect legs, following them up to her beautiful ass clad in a tight pair of jeans cut so short her pussy lips bulged around the material. She was older--it had been eight years and she was in her late twenties now--but still as beautiful, maybe even more beautiful, as she had been at eighteen when she watched him.

"Is she real?"

"Of course," Aaliyah answered. "I summoned Megan from her bed and clad her in the outfit from your imagination. I could also conjure an illusion that would feel as real as Megan."

"I've been naughty," Megan purred. "I need your hard cock up my ass, Kyle."

"Holy shit!"

"Enjoy," the Genie whispered, pulling him to his feet and pushing him towards her. He glanced back to see Aaliyah stretch out on the bed, her fingers rubbing through her bare pussy. Kyle frowned. I thought she had pubic hair?

I'm bare for you, my love, her voice cooed in his mind.

I got to watch what I think or she's liable to turn me into a toad.

Much too ugly. A nice songbird to perch in a cage and serenade me. He froze. A joke, husband. I would never hurt you. Relax and enjoy your gift. And don't feel guilty. You're a powerful man, and powerful men take advantage of beautiful women. There's some lube on the desk. It's your choice if you want to hurt her or not.

He glanced back at Megan and her wonderful ass wiggling in those tight jeans. Sitting next to her was a tube of KY jelly. "Umm, you should lube yourself, Miss Reynolds." I didn't want to her hurt.

She smiled at him, face framed by gorgeous brown hair. "Call me Megan, I'm not your babysitter anymore. You've grown up into a handsome man! Those muscles...yum!"

Kyle grinned at her, proud of his dusky physique.

Her fingers unsnapped her jean shorts and she ever so slowly wiggled out of them. His breath caught as her firm rear appeared, and then he saw her pussy peaking between sleek thighs. She was shaved, with fat lips glistening with her arousal. She grabbed the lube, squirted it in on her fingers, then worked two into her ass. It was so obscene, her asshole widening, clinging about her fingers as they reamed her bowels.

"Mmm, I can't wait to feel your cock in there."

"You like it up the ass?" he blurted out, then flushed; he shouldn't be asking such questions.

"I was a Catholic schoolgirl. How do you think I kept my virginity?" she giggled.

His cock ached to be inside her. She pulled her fingers out, spreading open her cheeks. Her puckered anus glistened with the clear lube. He swallowed. I'm going to fuck my hot babysitter's ass. Holy shit! He closed the distance, rubbing the tip of his cock against her anus, then pressed slowly forward. The tight ring held for a moment, then he buried into her.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped. "Mmm, you got a pretty nice rod."

"Your ass feels pretty nice, too."

His cock buried deeper into her as she purred and shot him sexy glances over her shoulder. His nervousness fled when he buried his cock all the way inside her. Her hips moved, muscles in her ass massaging his cock, and he started pumping away. It was better than his fantasies. Tight, warm velvet. He humped and groaned, gripping her hips and nailing her as hard as he could. Her asscheeks, firm and taut, rippled as his groin slammed into her.

"Fuck me harder, stud!" she moaned, throwing him a smoky glance over her shoulder. "That's it!"

Her lips were full and red. He had fantasized about kissing those lips so many times. And now he could. He cupped her chin and leaned over and captured her hot lips. Her tongue was wild, aggressive. She explored his entire mouth, moaning into him as his desk jiggled and rocked with the force of their fucking. His balls were boiling over rapidly. It wouldn't be long. He was fucking one of his fantasy women, there was no way he was going to last long.

He reached around her, squeezing her soft breasts through her tank top. Then he shoved his hands under the top and felt her naked tits. Her nipples were fat and he pinched them hard; her ass bore down on his cock.

Megan howled into his lips. Her ass clenched his cock as she bucked beneath him. I made her cum! I made my ex-babysitter cum by fucking her in the ass! His balls went into overdrive and he basted her bowels. He groaned, burying in her. The pleasure released out of his balls, surging through his entire body for a few, glorious seconds.

And then he relaxed, leaning against her back and kissing her neck. Megan smiled over her shoulder at him like a satisfied cat, then gave him another kiss. She had a floral smell he hadn't noticed before; he had been too intent on fucking her ass to pay attention. He pulled out of her, and saw his Genie lying on her back, her body spasming as her fingers busied between her thighs. Her round breasts heaved as she climaxed, her lush lips squeezed shut to mask the sounds of her pleasure.

He sat down on the bed, wondering what to do now, as Megan pulled up her shorts. "Thanks for the fuck. You were pretty good."

"Yeah. So, what now, Aaliyah?"

"Well, do you want to keep her?" the Genie asked, snuggling next to him. Her spicy aroma filled his nostril. "You can make her your wife or one of your concubines."

"Uh...no." Fucking her was one thing, but forcing her to marry me or be my concubine just seems too wrong. His cock didn't seem to offer any objections, but he wasn't hard anymore, so maybe that's why he could think straight again. "So, do you send her home? Will she remember what just happened?"

"Do you want her to remember?"

He thought about that for a long moment. "Let her think it was a pleasant dream," he finally answered and Megan vanished. He glanced at the clock, and blinked at the time. "I got school in the morning, so I need to get some sleep."

"Of course," she smiled. "I'm feeling tired myself." She scooted over.

The guilt returned. He cheated on his girlfriend with his wife. And his former babysitter.

"Um, the bed's really not big enough for two people to sleep in." He wasn't sure where she would go. Maybe back into the lamp. That's how it works, right? She lives in it.

Why would I live in it? she wondered in his mind.

"Stories," he said out loud, still not comfortable with this telepathy.

She laughed. "I think your stories might have a few things wrong. I don't live in it. The lamp was merely a vessel and a focus for our union. By freeing me, I'm yours. The lamp is just a lamp now."

"Oh, then what about...shit!" He cursed in surprise as his bed became a king size, and somehow his room had grown large enough to accommodate it. "Did you just expand my room?"

"Yes and no," she answered. "It's larger inside, but the same size outside."

He blinked. "What?"

"There are spaces between matter," she answered. "Djinn exists in those spaces. So it's really not that hard to create an opening into that space and move everything in your room into it."