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

thrusting her hips, and saying things in Spanish.
    Meanwhile, Kristin was saying, “That is so hot, you getting her off. We are yours, Marvin, and you’re so generous, giving Elena orgasms.”
    Like I said, I took my time at fucking Elena. I didn’t try to count her climaxes, but I’m sure she had at least four.
    But a half-hour after I started that slow fuck with Elena, I spurted. After trashing my third used condom of the night, I climbed in the middle of the bed and pulled both Elena and Kristin to me.
    “I am yours,” Elena said.
    “ We are yours,” Kristin said.
    A few minutes later, I sat up. “And I belong to Plato Smith High School. Well, till Graduation Day.” So saying, I got out of bed and walked toward my book bag.
    Kristin asked uncertainly, “Should we get dressed now?”
    I looked over at the two well-fucked, naked teen girls. “Well, I’ll give Elena a choice. I have homework that has to be done tonight—the party’s over for me. So, Elena, you two can get dressed now, and we all three do homework together; or you two make lesbian love till I tell you to stop and get dressed.”
    “ Sweet! ” Kristin said.
    Elena eyed me. “Are you hoping I’ll act adult and do homework?”
    I laughed. “Ordinarily? Yes. But right now? No way.”
    Elena turned to Kristin. “Let me do you first, otherwise I might chicken out.”
    And with that, naked Elena climbed onto naked Kristin and started kissing her, while I tried to learn about the U.S. federal court system.
    ****
    The pizza-delivery guy’s eyes were bulging as he handed me the pizza. Without thinking it through, I had assumed that when he knocked on the motel-room door, then Elena and Kristin would hide in the bathroom, or at least pull the bedcovers up.
    But nope. I had told Kristin and Elena to stop lesbian-ing only when I said to stop, and I hadn’t given that command. So all the time that Pizza Guy and I were carrying on our transaction, Elena was slurping and Kristin was moaning.
    Pizza Guy looked around at all the discarded red-and-white Plato Smith High School clothing on the floor. He said, “Man, I wish we’d get girls like this at Ewert Grant.”
    ****
    I had not said much during the drive from the motel.
    Now the girls were in the back seat of my clunker, the engine of which was idling in one of Plato Smith’s student parking lots. We were stopped two feet from Kristin’s car.
    Kristin opened my car’s rear door, but before she stepped out, I said, “Both of you have told me that you are mine. Remember saying that?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Yes, Marvin, and I meant it too.”
    I nodded. “Very well. Then I claim Kristin for my harem.”
    “But not me?” Elena said. “Have I displeased you?”
    “You have Jorje as your boyfriend. Kristin doesn’t have a boyfriend, not really.”
    “But have I displeased you?”
    “No, Elena, you haven’t displeased me. But Jorje—”
    “ Master , please listen. If you tell me to keep a million miles away from Jorje, it’s done. But if Jorje or any guy tells me to stay away from you, too bad, ’cause this ain’t gonna happen. I am yours, whether you ever again touch me or not.”
    “Very well,” I said. “I claim both of you. You may not have sex with any man other than me, except by my order.”
    They both nodded.
    “You may not have sex with any woman, except by either my order or my permission.”
    Again, two nods.
    “Elena, you will sit with me at lunch, not with the athletes.”
    Elena nodded.
    “Kristin, Elena, you will each no longer wear pants, except for shorts. But I prefer skirts or dresses. You will no longer wear flat shoes except when the school requires such, and I prefer you wear the highest heels that you can walk in. Tomorrow, we will meet just inside the main doors at 7:15. Any questions?”
    “Thank you for choosing both of us,” Elena said.
    “You won’t ever dislike how I serve you, I promise,” Kristin said.
    Two minutes later, I heard Elena’s car start