Free Three More Wishes: Be Kind To Your Genie by Doctor MC

car was parked outside a motel-room door. “Bring your book bags and purses inside, or else they might get stolen,” I told the girls.
    Seconds later, the two girls and I were inside the motel room. “Get undressed,” I said.
    Elena hurried to obey, and was naked in seconds. Kristin pulled off her top. But instead of unsnapping her bra, she looked at me and said, “You’re gonna be mad at me.”

Chapter 11
My Second Three-Way
    In the motel room, I told Kristin and Elena, “Get undressed.”
    Elena hurried to obey, and was naked in seconds. She had waist-length straight black hair, all-over dark-brown skin, an athletic figure, chocolate-brown nipples (which were jutting out), large tits, and a trimmed bush.
    Meanwhile, Kristin had pulled off her top. But instead of unsnapping her bra, she looked at me and said, “You’re gonna be mad at me.”
    I was not angry at Kristin, I was puzzled. Since Fatima had granted my six wishes, my mother was the only woman able to refuse me anything.
    “Tell me why I’ll get angry, Kristin,” I said.
    “Nathan and I aren’t really a couple. We both go for, um, our own sex.”
    “Yuck!” Elena said. “And he called Jorje a faggot?”
    “Hush, Elena,” I said. I walked over to Kristin and gripped her bare shoulders. Her eyes changed expression then. Then I said to Kristin, “Maybe you haven’t met the right man. A real man is neither a pushover nor a brute.”
    Then I kissed her, and held the kiss. As soon as my lips touched hers, she was kissing me back.
    When I finally broke the kiss, her nipples were jutting out, and I recognized her new smell. She said, “I’ve never been with a man before. I’ve never wanted to be with a man before.”
    “Well then,” I said, “get undressed.” When she started pulling clothing off, I removed my own.
    Kristin had light, collar-length brunette hair. She had light skin and blue eyes. Her bodybuilding made her shape bumpy, not smooth (but in a nice way), and she was hard to the touch.
    Behind me, I heard Elena say, “Nice body you got, Marvin. You on the swim team?”
    I said, “Nah. My form’s no good.”
    In front of me, Kristin smiled at me and said, “Right now I’m thinking your form looks very good.”
    By now Kristin was naked, I was naked, I was wearing a raincoat, and I was pushing Kristin onto the bed. Elena asked, “What do you want me to do?”
    “Get your pussy warm for me, and keep it warm for me. I’ll really like it if I hear squishy noises.”
    I kissed Kristin, then I looked in her eyes and said, “Tell me if I’m doing this wrong. I really want to learn this.” Then I moved myself down the bed to her crotch.
    She said, “No, come back. Don’t go straight there, tease me. Let me know what you’re going to do, but make me go crazy, waiting for you to do it.”
    “Like this?” Then I moved back up to her face, kissed her, then I planted kisses along a teardrop path—down her body to her pubic hair, across, and back up.
    “Yeah, you got the idea,” Kristin said. She was moving her hips around.
    I moved my mouth over to Kristin’s nipples, and meanwhile reached down to finger her. I wasn’t very good at getting her off, at first, but I figured out the algorithm—
    If she likes it, keep doing it; if she doesn’t like it, try something else.
    Now I moved my mouth south again, this time going straight for Kristin’s clit. Which was a good plan, except I didn’t exactly know where her clit was. But her reactions soon clued me in.
    “That looks so sexy,” Elena said. As commanded, Elena’s masturbating was now making wet noises.
    After a while of me learning how to eat pussy, apparently I passed the course, because Kristin began gasping and thrashing and moaning. When she could talk again, Kristin said, “I hope you’ll fuck me now. I want to feel your cock in me.”
    “Oh yeah,” Elena said, “take her. Make her a real woman.”
    Having nothing better to do at the moment, I did exactly that.