Chapter 1

A Genie's First Day




Jack woke with the sun in his face. "Dammit," he thought, "fell asleep
on the couch again."  He sat up slowly, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
Funny, the TV wasn't on.  Waking up on the couch wasn't that unusual. He
often fell asleep watching a late movie or Letterman, only to awaken to
some inane morning show.  "Huh, must have cut it off during the night, I
guess."

He got up and started for the kitchen to get some juice when a quiet
voice said, "Good morning, master." He jolted to a stop and spun toward
the voice, suddenly wide-awake with heart pounding.  From the far corner
of the room stepped a vision; the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She was clothed in the sheerest of silk that revealed much, yet hid just
enough to be incredibly tantalizing.

As his befuddled mind tried to process what he saw and its implications,
the young woman stepped in front of him, stopped, and smiled. Her
slightly small mouth had full lips that formed a stunning yet demure
smile which lit up the room, made his heart beat even faster, and
awakened his cock. She stood, eyes slightly downcast, apparently waiting
for him to say something.

"Uh... who... what... how..." He swallowed and tried again. "Who are
you, and how did you get in here?"

Her smile widened at his confusion, causing his rapidly-beating heart to
skip a few, then she said, "I am whomever you would like me to be,
master. As to how I got here, is that not obvious? Did you not open my
box?"

The box.  Everything rushed back into his head; the box, the puzzle, the
glowing mist.  Suddenly he had to sit down. He made it back to the couch
before his legs gave out from under him, his eyes never leaving the
girl.

"The box? How... What do you mean? What was that light? What did you do
to me?" he asked, remembering now that the pink mist was the last thing
he saw the night before.

The woman's smile gave way to a small, albeit cute frown. "You do not
know of the box? You must. I am here. You did open it, yes?"

 Jack felt a little better now that he was not the only one confused,
 then realized that might not be a good thing.   "Well, yeah, I did. I
 solved the puzzle."

"Ah," she said, her smile returning, "This is correct, then. You are my
rightful master. I am your Genie."

Master? Genie? What the hell was she talking about?  This had to be a
dream. Had he fallen asleep watching a rerun of "I Dream of Genie"? He
must have. He was at this very moment really sleeping on the couch while
it played on TV. Still, as dreams went, it could be worse. She was
certainly hot, definitely hotter than Barbara Eden. He was afraid to ask
too many questions, fearing that, if this was a dream it might end
before anything good could happen (as they always did), but he didn't
know what else to do.

"Uh, I'm sorry, but I'm not quite awake, yet. I had a late night that
ended oddly. Could you kind of start from the beginning and tell me
about, uh, yourself, or whatever..." He trailed off, not wanting to go
too far and indicate to her that he wasn't who she expected him to be.

Apparently that was already obvious to her, though, as she said, "Yes, I
can understand your confusion. You are not my originally intended
master. But no matter, the box was opened by your hand, so my master you
are."

She knelt on the floor in front of him, giving him an incredible view of
her dazzling cleavage. He would have had a hard time concentrating on
anything else if it hadn't been for the unbelievable story she told, and
a pair of startlingly green eyes that captured his as she began
speaking.

"I am a Genie, a female Jinn. I was placed in that box many, many years
ago. Created by a Major Genie, it, and I, was intended to be a gift for
a very wealthy Sultan as a present. That particular Sultan loved
puzzles, and this box was constructed to be a great challenge for him,
with me as his prize, when, or if, he solved it."

"Apparently he never did, or perhaps the box was stolen. I do not know.
A Genie such as me is aware neither of what transpires outside his or
her vessel, nor even of the passage of time itself while the vessel is
sealed.   But that does not matter, now. The way the box was created, my
master is whoever solves the puzzle and opens the box. You have done so.
So, master, how may I be of service?" As she said this last, she bowed
her head briefly to the floor.

Jack was stunned. Was this really happening? It couldn't be. Either
someone was going to some elaborate lengths to play a practical joke on
him, or he was still asleep on the couch with that rerun of "Jeannie" on
the TV. He pinched himself. Ow! Ok, must be a joke, then.  But hell, why
not play along?

"Um, I'm not sure. How CAN you be of service?"

"In any way you wish, master. I am yours to command."

His to command, eh? Yeah, right. Who had set this up, and where had they
gotten this beautiful girl? At least if she was a stripper or something,
she should be of legal age. As practical jokes went, this was a great
one.

Jack thought for a few minutes. Just what would it take to call this
girl's bluff? If he was careful, he hoped he could get some enjoyment
out of this before exceeding what she was paid to do.  Hmmm. She was
wearing so little anyway...

"How about, remove your clothes."

"Yes, master." She stood and began to remove her silks.

"No, um, strip for me, please. Make it erotic."

"Yes, master." And she did. For the next ten minutes, Jack was witness
to the most incredibly erotic strip tease he had ever seen as she slowly
revealed her perfect body. There was no music, no sound. It would have
only detracted from the performance. One by one the silks would drift to
the floor, leaving a thinner layer behind, a little more of her lightly
tanned skin showing through. Yet the remaining filmy material and her
continuous movement still managed to conceal her most private places.
Even the very last thin silk somehow managed to hide what he so urgently
wanted to see. Then it, too, fell to the floor as she gracefully turned
to face him, her auburn hair, now slightly tousled, settling over her
breasts. It was thick enough to completely conceal them and long enough
to almost reach her delicious oval belly button and partially obscure
her taut, flat stomach.

By this time Jack was perspiring a bit and his cock was rock-hard. The
young woman - she couldn't be more than twenty, if that - was
exceptionally talented, and Jack sat in stunned silence, only able to
stare at her in lust. Oddly, he found her breasts still being hidden by
her glorious mane while the rest of her was exposed a surprising turn-
on, focusing more of his attention on a small triangle of  trimmed red-
gold bush, pointing down to a delectable and completely bare hood and
pair of lips, all perfectly framed by lusciously rounded hips flaring
from her narrow waist.

Finally, his eyes found their way back to her face, whose pink-cheeked,
slightly exerted expression held curious combinations of innocence and
sexuality, subservience and perhaps just a bit of mischief. As innocent
as she might look, however, she was apparently not in the least bit
self-conscious about her nudity, and seemed quite happy for him to
admire her for as long as he liked, and to wait for his next command.
Jack wondered for a while what that command should be. Finally, voice
unsteady, he said, "Ok, now, uh, how about a lap dance."

"Lap dance?" she frowned slightly, as if in concentration. There was a
brief tingle in his mind, but he was too distracted to notice it. "Ah!
Yes master."

Again her sensuous body began moving to an unheard rhythm. She slowly
turned away from him, revealing a sculpted back and two full, firm,
round cheeks. She then sunk her stunning rear into his lap and began
swirling it lightly against his cock, which was straining mightily for
release from his shorts. It was all he could do not to cum right then.
Slowly she turned again, somehow keeping her ass in constant contact
with his fabric-sheathed cock, to straddle him, a look of sultry
eroticism now on her young face.

She rubbed her covered breasts lightly against his chest for a few
moments, her silken strands tickling his nipples, her ass continuing its
delicious gyrations, before rubbing upwards against him. She paused with
her breasts inches from his face and reached up to leisurely, teasingly
pull the hair covering her right breast aside. Once she had it revealed,
she flipped her hair gracefully over her shoulder with that special
little head toss that all women with long manes develop, and that had
always aroused him. Somehow, her left breast stayed hidden.

Jack was now presented with a large, perfectly round breast completely
untouched by gravity, with a small areola surrounding a large, pert
nipple that pointed ever so slightly up when erect, as it was now. He
had to sit on his hands to keep from reaching for it, but he had asked
for a lap dance, and the rule was no touching. At that moment he would
have sworn that following that rule was the hardest thing he had ever
done, but a rule was a rule. In this instance it seemed to make the
dance even more erotic, if that were possible.

 The girl rose to half-stand on the couch and pressed her whole body
 against him. He tilted his head back to look up at her, to find her
 beautiful face smiling naughtily back down at him. The bottom of her
 breast was just even with his chin and, placing her hands on the back
 of the couch for support, she raised up a little further, sliding her
 body against his. When her breast was hanging just over his face, she
 bent and lightly touched his lips with her nipple. He groaned.  This
 was too much. He could no longer resist and tried to open his mouth to
 take her nipple, but found himself barely able to move, as if
 spellbound. She giggled impishly as she teased him over his lips, his
 nose, his eyelids, as he sat helpless to respond.

After teasing him for a several long moments she leaned back from him a
bit and revealed her other breast with another comely toss of her head.
She then pressed against him again and rubbed both breasts more firmly,
slowly, around and down his face. Finally easing back down on his
crotch, her whole body pressed against him, her face inches above his,
she asked, "What else can I do for my master?" in a husky whisper.

The spell was broken, and Jack could move a bit. He was half crazy at
this point. He couldn't take much more without exploding. He wasn't sure
how far this girl was willing or allowed to go, but he had to have some
release. Stripers didn't usually perform any sexual acts beyond what she
had already done. On the other hand, if she were perhaps a prostitute?
What the hell.

"Um, how about a nice, long, mind blowing blow job?"

Again the tingle in his mind as she smiled naughtily, said, "Yes,
master!" and slithered down until her face hovered over his fly. She
reached up and ran a fingertip lightly over his hard-on through his
shorts, causing him to jump and his cock to jerk violently in his pants.
Was she really going to do it, or was she just teasing him?

He soon received his answer as, after a few more moments of teasing his
rock-hard cock through the fabric, she slowly unzipped him. She reached
in and he jumped again as her fingers touched, and then encircled his
cock.  She extracted it and, after yet another charming toss of her head
to get her hair out of the way, this time revealing a long graceful neck
that begged to be nuzzled and kissed, she slowly, teasingly lowered her
mouth toward his shaft. Jack held his breath for an endless, agonizing
moment until she finally extended her tongue. She lightly flicked the
tip of his cock and caused him, and it, to jump once again. She smiled
as she swirled her tongue around his cock head for a while, causing him
to moan, then she gently took the tip of his cock in her mouth.

Sucking lightly, she slowly lowered her head. Millimeter by millimeter
his shaft disappeared between her lips until, a brief eternity later,
she had taken it all down her throat. She left his cock buried to the
hilt and began to hum a nameless tune. He wasn't sure how she could do
this, as his cock was completely blocking her air supply, but she hummed
her song, whose notes were chosen not for their melody but for the
incredible sensations they produced on his shaft. She hummed for much
longer that he would have though possible without passing out.

She finally reversed direction, revealing his cock as slowly as she had
hidden it. On the way out, she ran her teeth lightly along the top of
his cock while adding a maddening swirling of her tongue to the
underside.  Jack was circumcised, and when her teeth reached the ridge
under his 'helmet', she held them there and bit down just a little to
give her tongue swirling more friction on the underside of his cock
head.

The combination of the sting of her teeth and the intense pleasure of
her tongue on the most sensitive part of his cock had Jack rapidly
approaching the point of no return. Just as he was about to spew,
however, she stopped the action of her tongue and, removing most of the
pressure of her teeth from the top of his cock, she slid the head of his
cock through her lips and teeth until her lips kissed just his very tip.
She then parted her lips with the tip of her tongue and, opening her
mouth a bit, began teasing and probing the tip of his cock and its hole.
This caused an excruciating mixture of tickling pleasure when she licked
and flicked his cock tip, and stinging pleasure when she probed the hole
as deeply as she could with her tongue.

Jack's hips began to buck involuntarily.  Smiling around her extended
tongue, the girl pressed her breasts into his thighs and put all her
weight on him, holding him still and forcing him to endure the torture.
She continued it for Jack didn't know how long, never quite stimulating
him enough to make him cum, until he thought he might go insane. Before
he could scream for her to stop, or make him cum, or whatever, her lips
enveloped his cock head again, and began their slow journey back to the
base of his cock.

She repeated the whole sequence again, and again, and again, until Jack
was begging and pleading for her to make him cum. Finally, grinning
wickedly, she whispered, "Yes, master." She didn't stop her pattern,
though, just altered it. Her lips slid down his cock faster this time,
and she sucked a bit harder. The way back out was also faster, but her
teeth still lightly scraped the top of his cock as her tongue did its
dance underneath. Then, forgoing her tongue torture on the tip, she
sucked his cock back down.

In his current state Jack couldn't take this kind of stimulation for
very long, and exploded after just a few repetitions. Sensing this, the
girl sucked his cock completely down her throat, which seemed to
constrict tightly around him. Then she began to bob her head as jets of
semen shot down her throat, milking his cock for every spurt and drop,
and extending Jack's orgasm, the most incredible orgasm of his life, for
longer than he thought possible. The orgasmic contractions, meant to
shoot the cum from his cock, continued long after there was no more cum
to shoot, and the girl continued her milking, refusing to stop until the
contractions did. Wondering again how she could keep his cock buried
down her throat so long without breathing, Jack finally passed out.

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For the second time that morning, Jack awoke trying to remember what was
going on. Memory came to him more quickly this time, and he looked
around, afraid that the girl might indeed have been a dream, or perhaps
had left, her job complete. But no, there she was, kneeling in front of
him again, naked, her eyes downcast, with possibly just the barest hint
of a mischievous smile on her gorgeous young face.

Jack looked down at his crotch. His cock was back in his shorts, with a
damp spot around the zipper the only physical evidence that anything had
happened, that is unless you counted smell. He now noticed her aroma
left on him, an intoxicating smell of spice, desert rose and woman.

"Um, thank you. That was... incredible," Jack murmured.

She actually blushed as she said, "It was my pleasure, master." She
paused for a moment, and then looked at him from lowered eyelids; head
still bowed, and asked, "What else may I do for my master?"

Jack was in a bit of a quandary now. What should he do? This girl was
obviously willing to go the distance. Who was she? Who had sent her? WAS
she a prostitute? Just what were her limits? Jack didn't know how long
he had been out after that incredible oral assault, but he could already
feel his juices starting to flow again. He was recharging quicker than
usual, but then he had a stunningly beautiful young woman kneeling in
front of him, still professing that he was her master. Who wouldn't?

Again, Jack wanted to challenge her obedience without exceeding her
limits and thus ending this little charade. He thought for another
moment and decided on his next 'command.' He stood. "Remove my shorts
and underwear."

"Yes, master." She moved without hesitation to obey. He had to admit, he
was getting to like this 'master' game. She rose to her knees and undid
his button and fly. She pulled his shorts and underwear slowly to the
floor, exposing his half-erect cock. She looked at it for a moment with
what seemed like longing, and then she raised her eyes to his
expectantly.

"Ok, now I wish for you to make my cock thicker, longer and harder than
it has ever been before, so that I can fuck you senseless with it." Jack
figured this was a pretty good command. She had already made him harder
than he ever thought possible through her dancing and oral attentions.
He figured she could do it again, using hands, lips and tongue, allowing
her to follow his 'wish' while not having the fantasy of her 'Genie
powers' broken.

Her eyes widened a bit at the last part of his command, and he again
felt the tingle in his mind. He was aware enough this time to
consciously notice it, but didn't have time to consider it before she
said "Yes, master!" enthusiastically, lowered her eyes back to his cock,
and then got a far away look. Her eyes seemed to flash golden, and Jack
felt a tugging at his crotch. He looked down at his cock and was shocked
to see that it was indeed thicker and  longer than it had ever been
before, and throbbingly erect. He had never had a problem with size,
being a bit above average in all respects, but now... his cock had to be
at least 2 inches wide and 8 inches long. He gasped in astonishment and
stumbled back away from her.

Thinking she had done something wrong, the girl lowered her head, eyes
downcast, waiting for reprimand. For his part, Jack was stunned, and
scared. She was real! She was a Genie! He had commanded a powerful
magical being to perform sexual acts for and on him. Oh, shit!

"Uh, look, um, I'm sorry about all those commands and stuff. I didn't
really believe you were a real Genie. I thought it was a joke."

She looked up, confused. "You didn't really want my attentions?"

"Well, yes, I did, but I don't normally command women like that. I would
get slapped, or worse. I was trying to call your bluff - well no I
wasn't - but, I'm sorry." It was ironic now that this creature really
did seem to be magical and his to command, that he would become
concerned over what he had done.

"My 'bluff'? Master, there was no bluff, and there is no offense. There
cannot be. I am your Genie. This is my purpose."

"To give me blow jobs!?" he said incredulously.

She smiled, a bit impishly, as she lowered her eyes again. "No. Well,
yes, in part. Forgive me, master, for not being clear earlier. I was
intended to be a gift to the Sultan, to be his sexual servant, his
willing sexual slave, granting any erotic wish he might desire. That was
why I was created. I cannot grant just any wish, like the most powerful
Jinn. My powers, while extensive, are tied to wishes dealing in the
Erotic, physical pleasure; sexual fantasy. Any wish of this type, I can
grant you."

Jack was stunned, again, and again sank weakly to the couch. "ANY wish?"

"Yes, master," she replied softly.

"How many wishes do I get?" he asked suddenly, afraid he had blown most
of them already without knowing.

"As many as you want, master."

"For how long?"

"Until you die- WE die, master. I am tied to you now. I am you Genie for
life."

This was just too much for Jack. He couldn't grasp it. He laid his head
back and closed his eyes, thinking of nothing, his brain overloaded. He
sat this way so long that the girl finally asked "Master, are you
alright?"

He looked around the room numbly, unable to concentrate on anything
coherent. His eyes finally returned to his still-massive, still-
throbbing cock. "What about this?" he asked dully. Somewhere in his
brain he figured his erection should have wilted by now.

"I am sorry master, I do not understand. Does it displease you? Is it
not what you requested?"

"Well," he said, trying to concentrate, "yeah, I guess, but why is it
still so, uh, hard?" he asked dumbly.

Again a small smile, this time with lots of blushing. "Because you have
not 'fucked me senseless' yet, master." she said in a shy voice.

That brought him back around a bit. When he had said that, while he
would have loved to fuck her 'senseless', he had meant it mostly
metaphorically. "You mean it will stay like this until I do?"

"No master. It will be anything you wish it to be." She paused briefly,
lowering her eyes again. "Again, master, forgive me for my lack of
clarity. Some Jinn, as you may have read in stories, take their masters'
wishes absolutely literally. Therefore, unless those wishes are phrased
exactly correctly, the master often gets something other than the intent
of his wish. Some Jinn do this out of cruelty, some out of what they
call "purity." I was created not to do this at all, but to try to give
my master, you, the wish you intend."

This sparked Jack's memory. "That tingle I feel in my mind whenever I
ask for something, are you reading my mind?"

"Not exactly. To help me grant your wish, to interpret what you want, I
have drawn on your definition of what, for example, a "lap dance" is or
what you feel a "long, mind-blowing blow job" to be. While both of those
activities existed - in one form or another -- when I was created, they
were not called by those names. I could have pulled that information
from anywhere, but thought it better to get the definitions from you.
Getting this info from you is different than reading your personal
thoughts, which is something I am not allowed to do unless you ask it.

Gaining information to grant your wishes in this fashion is fairly
common for Jinn who try to grant the spirit of their master's wishes,
rather than the literal wish itself. However, if you consider granting
your wishes in this manner to be an intrusion, I will not do so. I have
only been yours for a short while, and even by granting your wishes in
the manner I have, at first I may not give you exactly what you intend.
But as time goes by I will be able to better understand the intent of
your wishes. Forgive me if I have taken too much liberty or offended you
in any way."

She paused at this point, but before Jack could reply, she spoke again.
"There is a fine line between giving a master the wish he intends and
maintaining his mental privacy. When you opened the box, that pink mist
you saw was my essence. I had no physical form. Most of my physical and
mental characteristics were formed then, as I took on the body and the
personality best suited to you, to be a good match for you." She gave a
small, ironic smile. "Apparently, if I am judging my mental and physical
formation correctly, you like women who are, among other things, fun-
loving, sexually adventurous, intelligent, and a bit mischievous. Those
last two characteristics were not encouraged in women during the time of
my creation, and are causing a bit of conflict with my subservience."
She became serious again. "They may have also tempered my interpretation
of your last wish with my own interest in being, as you said, 'fucked
senseless.' I should not have done that without your permission." She
lowered her forehead to the floor. "I await any punishment you wish to
give."

Jack snorted softly. Punishment. He was having a hard time grasping,
much less believing everything this beautiful woman was saying. But one
thing he was sure of was that, with everything she had done so far, the
last thing she deserved was punishment.  Although... that depends on
your definition of 'punishment' he thought. Smiling inwardly but keeping
a stern face, he said "Very well, I will punish you, then. Get up and
sit here," he indicated the middle of the couch.

"Yes, master." She did as she was told, her eyes downcast and her whole
demeanor that of abject abasement.

"Lean back and spread your legs."

Her face showed a bit of confusion, but she kept her eyes downcast as
she did what he commanded. He grasped her knees and pushed her legs up
until they were spread and pressed against her chest, fully exposing her
pussy and ass to him. "Hold them like this until I tell you to move."

"Yes, master," she whispered.

Jack knelt down between her legs to get a closer look at her pussy. Her
pussy lips and the hood above her clit were bare, with just the neat
fuzz of golden-red hair above them. There was a light sheen of moisture
on and between her lips, and her pussy smelled clean and inviting when
he caught a whiff. He bent his head further down and licked a lip
lightly, and it was her turn to jump and moan.

Now, Jack loved to eat a woman when he got the chance, but he was never
one to describe the taste of a woman's secretions with words like
"honey" or "nectar." He didn't mind the taste of a clean pussy at all,
but he was not there for the flavor. However, in this case he was
surprised and pleased to find that her taste was actually pleasant,
tasting of woman but also of something like honeysuckle, and he took a
few more licks, just to savor the taste of this wonderful, exotic woman,
before he started eating in earnest.

He spent a long time licking, nibbling and teasing her lips and hood,
trying to give her as much stimulation and pleasurable torment as she
had given him.  He felt woefully inexperienced for the task, but he
persevered, and, when he thought she had wanted it bad enough for long
enough, attacked her clit directly. She had been writhing and moaning
more and more loudly as he went (just listening to her moans was almost
enough to get him off, so musical and erotic were they), and when his
tongue touched her clit, she exploded into orgasm immediately. Like his
orgasm earlier, hers seem to go on and on, and like her, he refused to
stop licking until she stopped cumming.  After what had to be a full
minute of this, he was thinking that she, too, might pass out, but a few
seconds later her mouth opened in a final silent scream of ecstasy, held
there for an endless moment, then she went limp in exhaustion. Sweat
plastered a few hairs to her forehead and sheened the rest of her body
and she panted heavily, but she had managed to stay conscious and to
hold her legs up as he commanded, although it looked to have been a
tough battle.

"That is your punishment for trying to interpret my wishes." He smiled a
lopsided smile and added, "And you can expect further punishment if it
happens again. Understand?"

She managed a weak smile of understanding and said "Yes master."

"Now. To your punishment for wanting to be 'fucked senseless'." Jack
stood on his knees in front of the couch between her legs, intending to
enter her immediately and commence the fucking with his achingly hard
cock. He quickly discovered, however, that the couch was too low for him
to line up correctly. Her eyes were riveted to his cock, and she only
looked up when he asked, "can you raise yourself a little, or shall we
move to another location?"

He expected her to either adjust herself a bit, or suggest they move,
but instead her eyes flashed and she simply floated up a few inches and
hung in mid air, her pussy aligned directly with his shaft. Again he
experienced a shock at such a blatant example of her abilities, but
quickly gave a mental 'what the fuck' shrug then said out loud, "well,
if you are going to do that, why am I on my knees?"

With that he stood and backed up a bit, moving to a clear spot on the
carpet. He spread his feet wide and said "Ok, float on over here." And
she did. It was truly a surreal and erotic sight; her lying back on
nothing with her long dancer's legs spread wide and held up in the air
as she floated toward him. He almost freaked right then, but kept a
tight hold on himself.  She aligned herself with his cock again, and he
placed the tip at her entrance. "So this is the cock it takes to fuck
you senseless, eh?"

"Yes, master," she breathed.

"Ok, well, here it comes. Hold yourself steady." Jack slowly began
pressing his cock into her, but immediately felt an obstruction. He
stopped for a moment, wondering what it could be before he figured it
out. "You're a virgin!"

"Of course, master," she panted, obviously a bit impatient at the delay.
"Taking my virginity is your last step in making me your Genie forever.
Please, take it as you wish." This last was said almost as a plea.

This set off a small alarm bell in Jack's mind, but he was too filled
with lust to stop now and consider its implications. He was on a road of
no return. He would just have to deal with it later. He was not so
insensitive, however, as to not be concerned about the pain this girl
might experience when her hymen was broken.

"Can't I just wish it away? I don't want to hurt you."

"That's very kind of you, Master, but no. It is part of joining us
together."

 "Well, ok..."

He had never had sex with a virgin before, and wasn't sure of the best
method of deflowering her, but decided a quick, smooth thrust would
probably be best. Suiting action to thought, he placed his hands on top
of her thighs for leverage, positioned the tip of his cock against her
maidenhead, and gave a strong, smooth thrust.  Her hymen parted easily,
and his thrust carried his cock several inches into her. As he thrust
she threw her head back with a muffled squeal.  He left his cock in her
for a few seconds, enjoying the contractions of her walls squeezing his
massive shaft, waiting for her to get used to its presence. "Are you ok?
Does it feel ok?"

"Oh yes master. There was a little pain, not much, and it has quickly
gone. It feels wonderful," she said a bit breathlessly.  That was all
the go-ahead Jack needed. He pulled his cock out slowly, until just the
tip was lodged between her lips, and then pushed back in again,
eliciting another squeal. She was incredibly, deliciously tight,
especially in his enlarged state. He felt every millimeter of her
vaginal wall as it slid past his sensitive cock head. The feeling was
indescribable. He slowly, ever so slowly picked up the pace of his
thrusting, somehow knowing that his new cock would have all the stamina
needed for a marathon fuck. He could tell that she wanted him to thrust
faster, but he was enjoying teasing her.

Soon enough, however, he was pumping her at a rapid speed, and was
rewarded by little grunts and moans from her with each thrust.  By the
volume of her responses he could tell that she was slowly but inexorably
climbing toward a massive climax. He continued to thrust a while longer,
increasing speed a bit more, and started to pant and grunt a bit
himself.  Eventually he felt his own climax start to build. "Here we
go," he murmured between breaths, "you ready?"

"Yes...master," she managed through clenched teeth.

He pumped a bit more then asked, partly out of lust, partly out of some
perverse desire to distract her just a little, "Um, can you... increase
the intensity... of my orgasm... to match the size of... my cock?" This
time she just threw her head forward in a nod, unable to speak.  With
that, Jack picked up his pace again, slamming his cock into her as her
tight round ass slapped against his thighs.

She was moaning constantly now, the volume increasing as she approached
her climax.  Jack kept up his pace, trying to slam into her deeper and
deeper, enjoying the way her tight, spasming walls grabbed at his cock.
He noticed on his deeper thrusts that the tip of his elongated cock
brushed something, and after a few seconds his fevered brain figured
that this must be her cervix. He then made it his goal to touch it with
every thrust.  This added assault quickly pushed the girl over the edge,
and she came with a scream. Her orgasmic contractions squeezed and
pulled intensely on Jack's cock, which in turn sent him off. The
fireworks of this blast made his earlier orgasm seem like bottle rockets
in the back yard.  They exploded in his head and crotch for a second,
for an hour, he could not tell, until, finally, the blackness took him
once more.