Genie Chronicles Ch. 23

The next several acts were of the acrobatic variety, but still quite hot, as the performers bodies were all very attractive. Then came an act that looked to be more of the same, but quickly turned into something else. It was a lone woman on stage, slender and beautiful, completely nude and completely hairless from the neck down, with only a chair. She proceeded to bend and contort into incredible positions while lying on the floor, sitting in the chair, or balancing on the chair's back. Her act as a contortionist was incredible, but it soon became apparent that her positions were not only that of incredible flexibility, but also very interesting and unique potential sexual positions, if only she had a willing and erect partner. It was interesting to watch this realization spread throughout the theater as men shifted in their seats or crossed their legs.

Can you do THAT?

Jennifer studied the girl for a moment. Yeah, she said thoughtfully, that's pretty impressive. That would definitely take a wish.

Well, don't let me forget to make it some time.

Oh, don't worry, I won't.

And so it went for the rest of the show, a mixture of erotically charged acrobatic skill, and the purely erotic. During much of the latter part of the show, Jack noticed Jennifer and Susan in frequent whispered conversation as they watched the goings-on. Finally Jack asked, what are you two whispering about?

I'll tell you later, was all she would say.

Once the show was over, they repeated the previous night's leisurely walk back, this time necessitating walking a ways down the strip to use the crosswalk over the still-busy strip, and then back up to their own hotel. For most of the trip Jennifer, Susan and Jamie walked a little ways behind Jack, Nick and Cassie, their heads together, emitting the occasional giggle or gasp.

Cassie looked back at them as she walked arm in arm with Nick, then grinned at Jack. "If I'm not mistaken, that looks like trouble for you."

"Yeah." Then he asked Jennifer, NOW what are you up to?

Oh, nothing, came the obviously outrageous lie in response.

It was after one AM when they returned to the Arabian, so everyone again said good night and headed for their rooms. From the gleam in Cassie's eye, it didn't look like Nick would be going to bed any time soon, and he looked both happy at the prospect and miserable at the price he would have to pay in the morning.

Once they were back in the room, Jennifer donned a pair of long, dark green silk pajamas, whose voluminous folds did nothing to hide her sexiness, especially where the supple fabric lay over the top curve of her breasts, and just hinted at the bump of nipples. She came over and sat in Jack's lap. "I think the combination of the evening's erotic activities and a little bit of alcohol has Susan just about ready for a little tryst with me. May I go seduce her?"

This unexpected request got Jack's dick hard so quickly he was surprised that it didn't project her off his lap. She grinned. "May I take that as a yes?"

"Yes. Can I watch?"

Jennifer shrugged nonchalantly as she rose gracefully from his lap. "Sure, although you might rather relive the up close and personal replay later?"

"What do you mean 'up close and personal'?"

She returned to straddle his lap and lean over to whisper in his ear, her long russet hair tickling his cheek and chest, "Well, you could always experience it as me."

"You mean experience what you experience?"

"Um, hmmm," she hummed softly in his ear.

Jack was having a hard time concentrating, and Susan was in great danger of having to wait for some other night. "Well, why do it as a replay, why not as it happens?"

Jennifer continued her whispering. "For one thing, I'm sure that she will want me to suck her cock, and I don't know if you want to experience my doing that part. If you wait until later, I can edit out the icky parts you wouldn't want to relive," she said this last teasingly, as it to a child, then rose again, much to Jack's disappointment.

"So I get to sit in here with a hard on for the rest of the night?"

"Silly boy," she said as she padded toward the door, hips and ass doing interesting if barely seen things beneath the glistening loose green fabric, "a fantasy is only a thought away. I'm sure you will think of something to take up your time," and with that she padded out the door.

Jack only had a few seconds to contemplate what fantasy he might experience to pass the night before there was a knock at the door. He frowned. "What, forget your key?" he called out as he walked over to open it. He looked at where he expected Jennifer's face to be, then had to look down a few inches to look into Jamie's instead. She was also clad in silk, a royal blue gown that ended at mid-calf. This fabric, too, suggested wondrous treasures beneath as it hugged her slender, ripening curves. Jack enjoyed a second to take this all in, and then looked into her face; a very, very nervous face, he now noticed.

"Uh, hi. Um, Jennifer said, uh, you might need a little company to, um, help pass the time."

"Oh, she did, did she?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow. You are a wicked, wicked woman, he thought silently to Jennifer.

Jack wasn't sure how you thought a throaty, wicked chuckle, but that's what he heard before she replied, Thank you.

He suddenly realized that Jamie was out in the hall in nothing but a gown, and ushered her in, closing the door behind her. He turned to find her standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed protectively over her chest, looking anywhere but at him. She looked so miserable, he almost had to laugh.

She looks scared shitless! Jack thought at Jennifer.

She is. Just be nice, and gentle. She'll come around.

He smiled as kindly as he could, inwardly shaking his head. "Have a seat?" he asked, indicating a chair. She nodded and plopped down. Jack sat on the edge of the bed at a non-threatening distance away. "Jamie, are you ok?"

She nodded again, still not looking at him.

"So what have you and Jennifer been scheming?"

She looked at him in surprise. "You mean she didn't tell you?"

Jack shook his head. "All she said was that she was going out for awhile," he said, unsure of how much Jamie knew of where Jennifer was actually going.

"Oh." Now Jamie looked down again, more uncomfortable than ever.

Oops, Jack thought to himself. "Jamie, I do have an idea of why Jennifer talked you into coming here. I have seen your lovely body in many interesting activities while we shot demo videos for the website, and have experienced some extremely pleasurable, um, stimulation from you during the recording session for the simulator. Therefore, I assume from your nervousness that what you and Jennifer have in mind is well beyond that."

She nodded.

"Jamie?"

She looked up at him.

"Are you here because you truly want to be?"

Nod.

"Well, you do know that you can trust me, and that I won't do anything to hurt you, or anything you don't want to do?"

Nod.

Jack smiled, "Then would you mind telling me why you still look so scared?"

Shrug. Jack waited. Finally she said softly, "I guess I just don't know why you would want to, um, be with me when you have someone like Jennifer."

Ah. Jack still wasn't entirely comfortable with the situation, himself. It took some getting used to not only having a companion as incredible as Jennifer, but having that companion be the accomplice, if not the outright instigator, in his having sexual encounters with other women. He thought for a moment, and then said, "Jennifer is truly the most beautiful, incredible woman I know. But what's even more incredible than the fact that she is my girlfriend is that she allows, even strongly encourages me to enjoy being with other beautiful, incredible women." Jack moved a bit closer to Jamie and looked her in the eye. "Jamie, you are lovely, and sexy, and there is honestly nothing I would rather do right now than make love with you."

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks turned a bit pink. "Really?"

"Really."

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Susan heard the sound that she was both dreading and yearning for; a soft knock on her door. Jennifer had asked if she could come to Susan's room for some 'girl talk', but the message behind the words had been plain, that there could be much more if Susan wanted it. She wanted it badly, but was scared shitless.

She opened the door to admit a lovely Jennifer in silk pajamas. Damn the woman, she would be stunning in a burlap sack, she thought as she turned to follow Jennifer back into the room. "Have a seat?" she asked out loud. Jennifer smiled a thank you and sat gracefully in one of the chairs, curling her legs up under her. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Um, do you have a soda?" Jennifer asked.

Susan raised an eyebrow. "Caffeine this late?"

Jennifer shrugged. "I have a feeling we might be up for awhile."

"Ah." Susan said, her light brown-cinnamon skin going a bit more cinnamon at the implication of Jennifer's words. To hide this she turned to the small fridge and retrieve a soda and a bottle of water. When she reached out to give Jennifer the soda can, they both noticed how her hand was shaking. Jennifer smiled as she took the can, but retained a light grasp on Susan's trembling hand. Susan looked into Jennifer's eyes, her own going a bit wide.

"Susan, I take it from your nervousness that you anticipate something else other than girl talk happening tonight. Is that something you want to happen?"

The directness of Jennifer's question took her a little off guard. "Uh... what about Jack?" she stalled.

Jennifer grinned. "I'll be straight with you. As I left the room I told Jack I was coming to seduce you." Susan gasped, again surprised at Jennifer's directness as the redhead continued, "He was hard immediately, and his only complaint was that he couldn't watch. I told him maybe next time." Jennifer stood, still holding Susan's hand, and moved very close. Her full, green-silk-draped breasts lightly kissed Susan's nearly as full, cream-cotton-covered mounds, while Susan's erection poked Jennifer lightly on the lower belly. They both looked down briefly at the contact. Susan looked back up even more uncertain, fearful at the disgust she expected on Jennifer's face, but this concern was at least partially dispelled by the naughty grin she found on Jennifer's face.

"Are you sure...?"

Jennifer placed the fingertips of her free hand lightly over Susan's lips as she said, "There is honestly nowhere I would rather be at this moment." She then moved her hand to lightly caress the back of Susan's long, graceful neck, and then pulled gently to guide Susan's lips to her own.

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Jamie's nervousness had mostly ebbed at Jack's words, but not entirely. Jack therefore thought that something soothing was in order, and offered to give Jamie a massage to relax her. This seemed like a good intermediate step to her, so while Jack retrieved some massage oil that Jennifer had suspiciously packed, Jamie removed her gown, turned down the bed, and lay on her stomach, pulling the sheet up to cover her legs and ass. At her okay, Jack turned and climbed aboard, straddling her perky butt. He applied some massage oil to his hands and proceeded to give the seductively toned expanse of velvet-soft and unblemished skin an expert Genie-trained massage, in this case designed to make her both relaxed and aroused. It was very effective at both, for when Jack finished her back, even though he had not approached any traditionally erogenous zones, her nipples were drilling holes in the mattress, and she was making quite a wet spot.

As he worked, Jack realized that all six of the FI crew were going to have very late nights, so he made a quick wish that all parties involved be able to enjoy the night's activities to the fullest without worry for the morning, as they would all wake refreshed and ready for the day on whatever bit of sleep they happened to get. Noticing with a bit of satisfaction the puddle forming under Jamie, he added the wish that all bedding be dry and clean again before those bits of sleep took place, without causing questions from those enjoying the dry sheets.

Jack suspected the massage was now over, but didn't push things, leaning over to ask, "Would you like me to continue down your rear, or would you like to turn over for the front, now?" The look on her face as she turned her head on the pillow confirmed that she wanted neither, that the preliminaries were now over, but there was also still some residual uncertainty. Jack leaned down a bit further, shifting his weight to lay his chest gently onto her back and lower his lips to whisper into her ear. "Jamie, I have seen this lovely body of yours writhe in orgasm, caused by both toys alone, and toys being worn by my girlfriend and used to fuck you nearly senseless. I would like the opportunity to cause the same things to happen for you, but I won't rush you. Just let me know when you are ready."

That did it. "I... I'm ready," she whispered back. Jack grinned, but didn't move except to use his nose to gently nudge her silky brown hair aside, exposing her ear and neck beneath. He then began lightly kissing and nibbling all around the sensitive area while he said, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

Between gasps, moans and giggles, she was finally able to repeat, "I'm ready."

Jack continued his assault until she turned her head to try to escape, and then simply attacked her other ear and surrounding skin before saying, "Ready? Ready for what?"

Jamie spread her hands wide to either side of the pillow and grabbed the sheets in tormented fists. She pushed up on her forearms, raising her upper body a bit off the bed and pushing her back into greater contact with Jack's chest. This allowed her to drop her head a bit forward, surrendering even more of her neck to Jack as her hair cascaded over her opposite shoulder, exposing a greater expanse of delectable skin. Jack took full advantage.

Finally unable to support her weight and part of his any longer, Jamie collapsed back onto the bed. Jack followed her down, pressing most of his weight onto her. She seemed to not mind this sensual heaviness at all, especially when Jack's lips took a less tormenting track slowly down her jaw line. She turned her head as far as she could to try to kiss him, but he kept his lips just out of reach. She whined.

"You're ready to turn over, maybe?" She nodded eagerly, so he sat up to lightly straddle her hips again. She rolled over beneath him. He took a moment to look down and drink in the erotic sight of her hair fanned out on the pillow, framing her delightful face. Her high cheeks were delectably flushed, and he couldn't decide what he wanted to kiss more, her full, red lips, slightly parted with arousal, or the jaw line and chin that begged for more attention. Actually, there was no question, as he looked into her dark gray-green eyes, as to where his lips should go. He did make a quick detour, though, to kiss the tip of her delightfully pointed nose, eliciting a giggle, before his lips finally touched hers.

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Jennifer's tongue gently wormed its way between Susan's rich red lips to seek out its companion. Once met, they wasted no time in becoming intimately acquainted, as two sets of lips parted further to give them room to play. Jennifer's hand lightly caressing the back of Susan's neck, and she released Susan's hand from her other in order to reach up to cup a round breast. Susan would have gasped if her mouth hadn't been locked with Jennifer's, and then again when Jennifer's thumb began circling a large, hard nipple through the soft cotton of Susan's gown.

Unsure of what to do with her own hands, Susan finally imitated Jennifer, bringing one up to run through Jennifer's hair and hold Jennifer's lips to her own, while the other, still shaking a bit, tentatively reached for Jennifer's perfect orb. Upon contact, Jennifer pulled her lips away long enough to murmur approvingly and encouragingly before returning to the kiss.

As the kiss became more passionate, hands caressing necks became more animated, running through hair and pressing heads and lips more firmly together, other hands leaving breasts to wrap around bodies and pull them tightly together, then on to palm and gently squeeze firm, round ass cheeks, first on the part of Jennifer, then a still-hesitant Susan.

Bodies folding into each other, Jennifer made sure Susan's shaft received plenty of delightful friction before their lips finally parted and they loosened their embrace. Jennifer smiled at the lust and disappointment in Susan's eyes, disappointment both at the breaking of their hold, and at the end of the rubbing on her cock, which was so close to giving her first orgasm brought on by another. She would have been quick to admit, though, that this was not her preferred method of receiving such, which Jennifer knew full well. Jennifer looked down to admire the outline of Susan's erection pushing out the front of her gown, joining her hard nipples to make an interesting triangle on the front of her gown.

Susan, out of long self-programming and continuing self consciousness automatically slumped forward to try to hide her tumescence. Jennifer smirked fondly and shook her head. She gently grasped Susan's shoulders and pushed them back, forcing her to stand straight, again. Once Susan was upright, Jennifer's grin grew as she moved her thumbs to push the spaghetti straps of Susan's gown off her shoulders. Susan squeaked and cupped her own breasts to catch the gown before it could drop to pool around her ankles. Jennifer shook her head, again. "Susan, I know that you are very hesitant about undressing in front of someone else, but it's time for that to end." Jennifer reached one hand down to lightly grasp Susan's shaft through the gown, causing Susan to violently twitch and grunt in surprise, "I'm going to caress this, I'm going to stroke it, I'm going to suck it, and I'm going to fuck it," Jennifer said, eliciting another shocked gasp, "so why don't you go ahead and take that gown off. You are a beautiful woman, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. Please," Jennifer half pleaded, half commanded, "let me see this beautiful body."

Susan stared at Jennifer for a moment, her big brown eyes wide with apprehension. She finally nodded once, and let the gown slowly drop.

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Jack lay atop Jamie, much of his weight on knees and elbows while they kissed. As the sheet was still covering her up to her waist, the weight of Jack's knees pressing into the mattress outside her thighs kept the sheet tight over her legs, effectively immobilizing them. This fact, in addition to her arms having been at her sides as Jack gently placed his elbows outside them to comfortably support himself for an extended kissing session, had Jamie mildly restrained. Far from bringing back any of her earlier anxiety, this seemed to push her passion up a notch, as her arms would on occasion move as if to wrap around his back or neck to hug him closer, only to be foiled by his own arms holding them tucked by her side. Each time this happened, her lips and tongue would become more insistent, as if they were trying to communicate all of the lust that the lack of embrace denied her. Noticing this, Jack teased her a couple of times when she did this by pulling his head up so that their lips would only brush each other, no matter how she craned her neck. She would mew pitifully for a second then, until Jack grinned around the feather-light kiss before pressing her head back into the pillow as their lips mashed together and tongues began to wrestle.

After awhile he pulled away from Jamie's lips again, received the reward of another disappointed mew, and began to slide down her body, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he went. He stopped when his mouth reached breast level. His knees and legs still held hers tightly together and immobile under the sheet, while his elbows pressed into the mattress by her forearms, continuing to foil her very weak and less than half-hearted attempts at freeing them. This position left his own hands free and within easy reach of her enticing breasts. They appeared deceptively small when seen from the front, perhaps partly due to her dime-sized areolas surrounding small but currently impressively erect nipples, and the fact that she had no tan lines to differentiate her tits from the surrounding skin. It was only when they were viewed from another angle, or gently caressed as Jack's hand began to do now, that their perfect half-teardrop shape and more-than-an-ample-handful size became a delightful surprise.