As always, my characters involved in the sex are all over the age of 18. Since this is my fantasy, there are no STD's or unwanted pregnancies. All of my characters enjoy good hygiene so showers are only mentioned when part of the sex. They also eat when needed; none of my characters go hungry.
If anyone should discover such a ring, I could be convinced to buy it.
Please enjoy, comments are always appreciated and high votes massage my ego.
When Mrs. Troy walked into my room she was still wearing the almost micro bikini she tanned in. She had slipped an almost transparent wrap around her before she came to the house.
The woman was fantastically attractive. My eyes glued themselves to her tits. With no prompting from me, she let the wrap fall to her feet. The bikini top followed immediately. In mere moments, I was tit fucking the trophy wife from next door.
Life was grand.
Unfortunately, the next day was a school day and despite the newly established limits to our relationship, Mom was not about to let me skip classes. Hmmm...maybe with the ring?
Deciding that I could use a break from all the sex of the past couple days anyway, my cock was somewhat sore, I went to school with the ring in my pocket. I needed to give that ring some more thought. The ring and its magical powers.
I wasn't sure at this point if there was any truth to the story told by the djinn or was I simply losing it. Being crazy seemed to be easiest possibility. Teenage hormones or something.
But, I had experienced sex with all of those women. Wouldn't that make the djinn's story true? Unless I had just imagined it. Was it maybe just a dream? Or a series of dreams? I had wet dreams before, of course... what teenage virgin doesn't? But, these dreams were so vivid, so...I don't know what.
Sitting in my class, surrounded by my fellow students, and waiting for the teacher to arrive, my mind reviewed all the details of my weekend experiences. Of course, I was becoming hard as I thought about the women trying to decide which experience was my favourite.
The winner, of course, was Mom. I had been jerking off to thoughts of fucking her for years and had finally achieved the goal. The goal that most teenaged sons secretly desire.
My cock was again rock hard as I thought about the time spent with Mom. There was a momentary hiccup in my contemplation though as I remembered that she had not been as content with the interactions as I. In fact, she was clearly upset, even angry, at the realization she had experienced incestuous sex with her son.
Wondering what that would mean for our long term relationship, my attention was diverted from my reverie by the arrival of my teacher. To this point in time, Ms. Walker had been my second most masturbatory fantasy.
Ms. Walker, tall, thin, auburn shoulder length hair, big boobs, long sexy legs, and a fairly homely face. The gods had not treated her fairly when dispensing physical attributes. There was not anything that a good plastic surgeon could not fix. In my fantasies, I avoided her nose and prominent chin, of course.
Today she was wearing a very tight skirt that hung to below her knees. Ms. Walker must have been wearing stockings as there was a sheen to her long legs. The white top she had on hugged her breasts. I didn't know how big they were but they were certainly large.
With the thought of sex again on my mind, I found myself forced to wonder if these fantasies could also be realized. Could I really fuck my teacher?
Not at school naturally. How inventive would I have to be to get her somewhere else? Maybe at her place? Did she have a boyfriend though? Would we be interrupted at her house? Maybe she didn't live alone. Hmmm...
My house! Could the ring be used to have her come to my house? Of course, it could. Look at what happened with Ms. Maria and her daughter, Tatiana. Getting her to my house would not be a problem.
Problem? Shit, Mom would be a problem. There was no way Mom would allow the hot bodied teacher to spend time in my bedroom. Getting Mom to leave the house would be extremely difficult though and she did not have any set routines when I knew she would be away.
Could the djinn give me any hints? Could it do something to make this happen successfully? Only one way to find. No one in the classroom paid any attention to my almost frantic grabbing at the ring in my pocket. I slipped it on to my finger.
The djinn immediately greeted me. I don't understand how but I felt he was gazing over the class appraising the potential for sexual play. He appeared to only give Ms. Walker a passing thought, zeroing in on Jennifer, a blue eyed, blonde cheerleader with a good handful of breasts.
She was definitely hot but way out of my league. Holy shit! What was I thinking? No one was out of my league anymore. I had to keep reminding myself of that.
"She would make a perfect treat for you, Master," said the genie, still chuckling.
"She would," I agreed, "but my teacher has my attention right now."
"The teacher is so homely though," said the djinn with a chuckle accompanying the voice in my head.
"I want her," I said. "How can you make that happen for me?"
"Do you desire her right here and now? I can do that for you."
"No!" I exclaimed. Here and now? In front of the whole class? I don't think so.
"I want her to come to my house," I explained.
"But I don't know what to do about my mother. She would object obviously," I said.
The djinn replied, "I can make sure she has no objections, Master if this is your wish."
"I wish."
"This evening then," it said.
The rest of the school day passed by agonizingly slowly. There was no way I could rid myself of my high expectations for after school. My cock was hard all day long and it was difficult to keep hidden. And, the ring was burning away on my finger.
Not soon enough, I was home. There was no sign of Mom so I assumed that the djinn had managed to get her out of the house for my "date".
After running upstairs to change into sweatpants, without underwear, I plopped myself down on the couch in the livingroom. I felt exhausted. The constant erection and the stress of hiding it had tired me out.
But, I was still hard. I leaned my head back against the couch, my mind wandering across the various sexual episodes of the past few days. I guess it was just natural that I began to grip and squeeze my hard on through my jeans.
It also seemed natural enough to pull my pants down freeing my cock. After giving it an admiring glance, I took it in hand and began to slowly jerk off to the pictures in my mind. Having spent all day in a tumescent state, I could feel myself moving towards ejaculation.
