"I hear a rumor you're doing something with Ursula and Pita."

"That's already a rumor?" I asked in surprise. "I just set that up."

"Aleah likes to talk in our group chat," In'am said.

I blinked. "My harem has a group chat. Was I invited."

In'am gave me a big grin. "Sahib, do you want to be bombarded by girl talk?"

I frowned as she sauntered to her clothing. What did my women talk about? Me? Other things? Did they plan surprises? Complain about me? Clearly, they told each other what I was up to. Was Ms. Reid or Sister Nova Victoria in this chat? Or was it just the schoolgirls?

Nadia waited for me outside of the locker room, her black hair damp and gleaming. She was back in her uniform, her skirt showing off her toned legs almost as well as her athletic shorts. She flowed to me and gave me a steamy kiss on the lips, the heat almost melting me. I grew hard.

In'am had drained me, but I was ready for more.

"I'm so interested in this lezzie show," she said, clinging to me. "What are you up to, Corey?"

"I'm just spreading the love," I said. "I can't fuck every girl in school, can I?"

"Wouldn't it be fun to try?" she asked, her dark eyes brimming with passion. "I know I would if I were in your position."

"And would that be you fucking every girl at this college, or would you be the only girl at an all-boys' college?"

Her smile grew. "Why, both have their charms."

I laughed. She had a pleased smile on her lips.

We headed out a side door that led behind the gym. It was on the far side of the campus from the connected dorms and convent. Thick hedge towered thirty feet in the air before, stretching the definition of "bush" to the extreme. They grew along the perimeter, shielding us from the residential houses around the St. Maria Theodora's campus.

Waiting for us were two naked girls. Ursula and Pita held each other's hands, their bodies beautiful and different. Pita had small breasts, her nipples a dark brown compared to Ursula's softer pink topping her round tits. Pita turned slightly, letting me see the curve of her plump rump, clearly the assets she was most proud of. Ursula's cheeks blazed crimson, her titties rising and falling.

Pita trembled then she hooked her free arm around Ursula's neck. The brunette squeaked in shock as she was pulled forward. Their lips met in a hot kiss. Round boobs pressed into golden-brown titties. The two girls whimpered, tongues flashing as they put on a show for me, both eager to do things to each other.

"That is hot," Nadia said, her hand stroking my cock through my gray slacks. "How did you set this up?"

"I asked politely," I said. "It's amazing what people will do."

Nadia giggled. "Mmm, that's it? Just asked them? You don't think that's weird at all?"

"Oh, there's definitely some magic going at this college." I breathed in the sight of the girls kissing, breasts pressed tight. They were really getting into it. For first time lesbians, they had passion. "Want to watch them lick each other?"

"Yes," Nadia moaned. Her finger unsnapped my pants. "Badly."

Before I could say anything, Pita broke the kiss and arched an eyebrow at her friend. "Let's just go for it. Sixty-nine. Do each other at the same time!"

Ursula glanced at me and nodded. "Oh, my. I can't think, but... Yes, let's do it." She smiled at me. "Corey's watching us."

"And Nadia," moaned Pita. "You didn't mention bringing a date."

"You're lucky I only brought one girl," I said, Nadia's hand drawing down my zipper.

Pita sank down to the grass and pulled Ursula on her. The two squirmed on the ground, struggling to get in place. But then they were sixty-nining. I groaned at the sight of them together. Pita's head vanished between Ursula's thighs. They were moaning. Feasting.

Damn, this wish Kyle made for me was amazing. What would my own genie wife do for me? I should find out about their powers, too. I had to know what their abilities were. My cock throbbed as Nadia pulled it out and stroked it. My hand slid down her back to find her ass. I squeezed her skirt, lifting it up.

Around the corner of the building, Asra appeared. The goth girl had her phone out and filming. She marched right at us, combat boots stomping on the grass. Nadia stiffened. She ripped her hand from my cock. Heat boiled off of her. A liquid growl burst from her lips.

"Not that bitch again," she snarled.

"It's okay," I said, shoving my cock back into my pants and breaking away. I approached the goth girl.

Asra's pale features looked like they'd never seen the sun. She had heavy eye shadow on, giving her eyes an almost sunken feature, like she was a living corpse. A sexy one, to be sure. Black lips and those fishnet stockings vanishing beneath her Catholic schoolgirl skirt were enticing.

Intoxicating.

Even the combat boots added their own charm. She stared at me while filming the girls on the grass. Her dark eyes brimmed with smoky hatred. A dark fume that almost wanted to devour me. I arched an eyebrow against her.

"Aren't they beautiful, Asra?" I asked, speaking even-handed.

Her eyes narrowed. "This is going straight to the archdiocese office. Your charms won't work on a man."

"True," I said. "Though it seems like a waste."

"What?" She broke into laughter, mocking. "Getting you expelled is a waste of time."

"Sure," I said. "How much energy are you putting into this. How much time are you wasting stalking me to catch me having fun? You're missing out on all this college has to offer you. The many distractions that you could be enjoying."

Her lips curled back in disgust.

"See, that's what I'm talking about. You're focusing all this effort on hating me when you could be using it to have fun." I glanced at those two girls. "I mean, look at them. They're going at it. You could slip in and join. They'd be happy to do things for you. I think they're really discovering how much they love pussy. Listen to them lick and lap. They are loving cunt.

"They could be loving your pussy just as enthusiastically."

Asra fixed me a gaze of such pure, deathly fury I was surprised my heart didn't stop right then and there. If you'd ever heard of the evil eye, a look that could curse you and wither your bones to dust, then there it was.

"Why do you think I want to fuck them!" she snarled. "I'm not gay!"

Bafflement rippled across me. "Then why do you hate me being here?"

"Because it's disgusting! Sordid!" Her lips peeled back. "You never should have been given this opportunity."

"Well, I'm not going to let you ruiâ??"

She threw herself at me like a wild animal. Her feet left the ground. She landed before me, hands slashing at me almost before I could react. I raised my right arm to fend off her attack. Her fingernails ripped through the sleeve of my shirt and clawed down my arm. Pain burst from the wounds. Blood soaked red my shirt.

She growled like an animal, her mouth flashing open wide. She lunged at my throat, teeth snapping like she planned on ripping it out. I grabbed her wrists, clutching them in my arms. The force of her lunge pushed me back on the grass. My muscles bulged as I fought to control her. I had four inches in height and fifty or sixty pounds of muscle on her and it was all I could do to hold on.

Hot spittle rained across my face. Pita and Ursula screamed behind me. Footsteps thudded. My arm throbbed with my pounding heart. The fury crossing her corpse-pale face flared with inhuman rage.

Flashes of that day at my last college when Zane hauled Aaliyah out of my class filled my mind. I had tried to stop him, and he turned inhuman. This bug thing. He cracked me in the side of the head so hard, I spent a month in the hospital.

Asra wasn't human.

"You fucking bitch!" Nadia snarled, racing up beside me. "I'll kick that skinny, skank ass all up and down this school! What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"I can fight my own battles," I growled, struggling to hold Asra. I couldn't let Nadia get wrapped up in this. "Get back."

"Don't be an idiot," Nadia snarled. "You don't have to waste time with this bitch. I'll beat her ass for that!"

Asra snarled at Nadia. "You think youâ??"

I saw my opening. Took it.

My right hand released her left wrist and then crashed into her face. Hard. I'd never punched a girl. Never thought I would, but this thing was a monster. Her head snapped back. She stumbled two steps back and shook her head.

I didn't see a single bruise on her. She panted, her eyes wild. They flicked back and forth between Nadia and myself. She wiped at the spittle on her lip. "I will remember this, piss drinker!"

"Bring it, bitch!" I snarled, energy pumping through me.

She hissed and then whirled around and marched off, combat boots kicking up grass.

"Fuck me," I muttered, my arm throbbing. "She's going to be a problem."

"Yeah, no shit," said Nadia. "Damn, your arm looks bad."

She unbuttoned my cuff and rolled up my sleeve with care. She revealed three scratches that furrowed across my arm. None were deeper than skin. The blood already congealed in spots. They stung with my heartbeat, but nothing major.

"I'm fine," I muttered.

"No, you're not," she said, dragging me to the door. "Who knows what that bitch's fingernails have been digging around in."

"Yeah, probably right," I muttered. "Probably fingering her diseased cunt all the time."

"Yeah." Nadia steamed with anger.

"Corey?" Pita called.

I glanced at the two naked girls clutching their blouses to them. "Sorry that she ruined our fun. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Just get dressed. Don't worry about it, okay? I'll handle it."

"Okay," Pita answered while Ursula just nodded, tears in her eyes.

Nadia dragged me to the bathroom by the locker rooms. She took me in the girls', not a big deal with no one around, and thrust my arm under the faucet. She used soap and gently washed the wounds. Her touch was soothing. My blood whisked down the drain as she stroked me.

"I'll be right back," she told me, her voice soft. "I know where there are some bandages. In the coach's office."

"Sure," I said and held some paper towels to my scratches. Still bleeding, spots of my blood bled through.

Nadia ran. She returned fast, holding a small first aid kit. "Coach Bennett was gone, but her office was unlocked."

She opened it up and wrapped gauze around my arm then taped it in place. "You make a great nurse."

A tight smile flashed on her face. "It pays to know about these things if you're in sports, right? Knowing about athleticism isn't just understanding how muscles perform so you can be your best, but what to do if something goes wrong."

"Yeah," I said, flexing my arms. "Feels good as new."

Nadia returned the first aid kit, and we headed to the dorms. To my new home away from home. Not just my own room, but this special suite for the student council. Several bedrooms connected to a living room for them to work closely with each other. It sounded perfect. I was glad the headmistress, Sister Nova Victoria, had come up with it.

She wanted to keep a close eye on me.

Even better, Ms. Reid, my flirty English professor, was the floor monitor. Her job was to make sure nothing naughty happened. Well, she'd be in my dorm supervising, making sure all the sex was perfectly delicious and consensual.

"I'm still tempted to kick that skank's ass," Nadia muttered as we left the building and headed to the dorms. There were plenty of girls out on the grounds. This side had plenty of benches to sit on, tables that were drinking in the last few good days of the year. As September would wear on, the warmth and sunny days would be replaced by Washington's famous dreary winters. "She went too far. She has to be punished."

"Yeah, I'll talk to the headmistress," I said. "And a few others." It was time to confront the genies.

Girls watched us head to the dorms. I kept my wounded arm low, not wanting to show them I was injured. I smiled at them. Pita and Ursula were sitting on a bench, arms around each other, looking dazed. I felt bad for them. It should have been a fun time for them, but that Asra bitch, whatever she was, had ruined it.

The dorms rose three stories into the air, dwarfing the smaller convent where the nun's lived. Both were built in the same stone and style as the school, looking as old and austere as it. The windows for the rooms looked smaller than modern ones would be. There was a small wing that connected the two buildings, looking almost like an addition.

It was strange to see. It didn't quite fit.

My dorm was in this extra wing. Nadia, who lived in the dorms already, opened a side door into the new wing. She looked around and smiled in approval at the hallway that ran through it, one end leading into the dorm proper, a small lounge where some girls were sitting at tables working on homework while pop music play. A stout door leading into the convent lay at the other end.

We passed Ms. Reid's room to reach the "Student Council Dorms," or so the sign on door declared.

"So official," said Nadia. "Does this mean you're in charge of the college?"

"Why not," I said. "Don't you think I'd be great at it."

"I think you'd use the position to molest every last girl you could," she said, this concerned look flashing across her face. "All those young things you'd prey on."

My hand slipped down and squeezed her ass. The cut on my arm hardly throbbed at all any longer. "Mmm, like you. I could take you in there and discuss how naughty you been and what you have to do to get out of trouble."

She laughed.

I opened the door for her and loved how the buzz of conversation inside stopped. I swept into what I expected to be a living room and resembled more a large bedroom. Since there was a bed in it currently occupied by a very naked Sister Nova Victoria, her large, dusky breasts rising and falling. She still wore her wimple and veil, the white cloth wrapped around the Arab nun's gorgeous face, the black veil spilling across the pillows. She had her legs spread, waiting for me just like I'd commanded her to do.

I just expected my bed to be in the bedroom.

There were several couches that faced the bed the other side of the room, Jennifer and Havva cuddled up on one, Aleah, Tania, and In'am on the other, the busty, Arab slut in the middle having her big tits played with. Regina lounged on a beanbag with Vanessa against her, while Zahia, wearing her headscarf and nothing else, sat on a comfy chair, legs folded beneath her. Bettie leaned against the front of the bed, her legs spread wide, the pussy I'd deflowered aimed right at me.

All my women were deliciously naked. Ms. Reid lounged in the corner. And beside her, to my surprise, was Sister Francis Jean. She wore her wimple and veil, too, but nothing else. She looked a little dazed at being here. She had round breasts, still nice and firm, her body toned from exercise. She had an outie bellybutton, looking rather cute, and a wild and thick bush.

Like seventies porn bush going on, her blonde curls dripping with her juices.

"I've been making sure she stayed out of trouble, Mr. Derrickson," Ms. Reid said, a smile playing on her lips. "Miss Shearer and Miss Qadir told me your orders regarding her punishment." That was Vanessa and Zahia who were with me when I'd admonished the nun.

She wouldn't get any fun until tomorrow.

"Thank you, Ms. Reid," I said, staring out at my harem. I had gained so much so fast thanks to Kyle's wish. How could I ever thank the man?

There weren't enough words in the world, and if he was truly the sultan of the genies, then he had more wealth and power than anything I could get for him. He had his own harem of beauties. Wives and concubines all eager to serve him.

"This is incredible to see you allâ??"

"You have a bandage on, Corey!" Aleah gasped and burst from the couch.

My first sex slave, my first woman, ran towards me, her dark-red pigtails bouncing about her worried face. Her small breasts quivered. She grabbed my arm. Tania, her sister and my second sex slave, chased after while the others all stood up or moved closer, murmuring.

"What happened?" asked Aleah, her hand stroking up to my bandage. "Master?"

"Just some scratches," I told her, giving her a reassuring smile. Your first was always special. She would never be my wife. Never be more than a concubine and sex slave, but that didn't mean I didn't love her. "I'm fine."

"It was that cunt Asra," Nadia said. "She attacked him."

"That little bitch," growled Ms. Reid.

"What?" the headmistress said, fury blazed across her face. "I'll see her disciplined severely... Master." That was the first time she'd called me that. It made my dick throb. She should be the most powerful woman at the college. She ran St. Maria Theodora, but she was my sex slave. She knelt before me, staring up at me wearing her modest wimple and veil and nothing else. Her large breasts rose and fell. "I'll see to it."

"I bet you will," I said. "Havva, Zahia, and In'am, join her. It's time we got things out in the air."

Aleah and Tania both shot me excited looks. They pressed in on my sides. They were the only ones who knew about my quest to find the four genies. I had figured out who they were and which tribe they belonged to. It might have been harder, but they were all Arabic, just like the genies with Kyle.

In'am and Havva practically ran. They were sex slaves. Havva had a look of eager servitude on her face. She, like Zahia, wore her tartan headscarf. It was so sexy. In'am didn't bother with one, letting her black hair flow as free as those big tits of hers. She had a look of abject lust on her face, an eager need to please me.

Zahia moved with all the grace of a flowing river. Not one tumbling fast over rapids, but crossing a plain. Moving at not a hurried pace, but also not sluggish. She sank down before me, her glasses shifting on her nose. Did she need those? Where they an affectation? She was the Marid, after all.

"It's time to end this," I said, staring down at the four. "I know you're the genies. The Jann." I pointed at submissive Havva, as eager to serve and love me as Aaliyah was for Kyle. "The Ifrit." I pointed at the headmistress, just blazing with passions. Her anger at Asra just one more proof. "The Marid." Zahia loved to study and learn. I was teaching her all about sex. I had to take her cherry in our next lesson. "And the Si'lat."

"Big time, Sahib," said In'am. "I'm your slutty siren."

"Ifrit?" the headmistress asked, her face furrowing in confusion.

"What do you mean that I'm a Jann, Master?" she asked. "That's a Djinn, no?"

"In some legends," said Zahia. "Like Marid are supposedly a subtype associated with water. Or intellect. Why do you think we're Djinn?"

"Because we're so sexy," said In'am. "Mmm, I mean, I could be a Si'lat, right? Aren't I hot enough to be one of those seductresses?"

Confusion rippled through me. "No, no, you're them."

Aleah shifted beside me. Tania squeezed my arm, not the injured one, tighter to her body.

"You have to be them. There are four hiding in this school. You're the only Arab women attending the college. You fit. Each of you has the right personality. And you're all new to this school."

"This is my third year," said Zahia. "I've been attending since I was a freshman."

"Me, too," said In'am, stretching her back and thrusting her tits out at me. "My parents thrust me into this college to keep me out of trouble. I was an early bloomer."

"It's my second year," Havva said. "I'm sorry I'm not this Djinn."

My cheeks burned. "Not even you, Sister Nova Victoria?"

"I don't know anything about being a genie," she said. "I'm just a nun. A horny nun. One willing to love you, but... Master, are you okay?"

"You said you were a Si'lat!" I accused In'am.

"Well, I liked the idea of being one." She jiggled her tits. "I liked to think I'm just that naughty. It's a fun fantasy. I can still be your Si'lat, and I'm sure they'll be your other genies. We'll get some hot outfits. Ooh, ooh, Halloween's coming soon, so thereâ??ll be slutty harem girl outfits we can buy for you."

"Master?" whimpered Tania.

"They're here somewhere," said Aleah.

Those words rippled through me. They were here. Kyle had set this up for me to find them, promising I'd pick up other harem members along the way. To have all the fun I could. I bet the genies were competing for me. They'd want to get noticed by me.

I glanced at Nadia. The athletic girl who challenged me to a race with the promise of sex. I didn't come up to her. No, she just boldly strolled up to me in PE yesterday. She had this wild heat to her. She blazed with passion.

The Ifrit? If they were genies, why did I think they had to limit themselves to looking like an Arab woman?

"What is Asra?" I asked.

"A Ghul," she answered, not even hiding. She strolled out before me, her toned legs flexing, her hips curving. She stared at me with those steamy, dark eyes. "The fifth type of Djinn. The one the sultan didn't send."

"And which one are you?" I asked.

She shrugged and arched an eyebrow.

"You're the Ifrit. Fiery and passionate."

She snorted like that was the most absurd thing she'd ever heard. Then my gaze looked around at my harem. Some of them looked confused. Jennifer and Vanessa had drifted to each other and were giving me strange looks. Sister Francis Jean looked like she was about to start having a fit. But Regina still lounged on the beanbag. She had that innocence about her I'd noticed when she first moved in next door.

But she had parents. I saw them.

Yet the way she was acting...

"Regina, you're one, aren't you?" I said.

She gave a nod.

"What?" Tania gasped. "I met your mother."

"Did you?" Regina asked. "I am a Djinn." She grinned at me, her blonde pigtails spilling around her face. "And you told me I'm yours, Corey. You chose me."

"I didn't know you were the Djinn," I said. Then my gaze darted to Ms. Reid. "The Marid, right. You jerked me off in class, giving me quite the lesson."

The busty, redheaded teacher shook her gaze. "I'm not the Marid. You think they're the only ones who can know anything?"

I was thoroughly confused. "But you're the Jann at least. Right, Regina? You're the most virginal and..." I could see it in her eyes. In her smirk. She really had changed since I took her cherry. It had freed her passions. "Fuck, so I guess you're not the Si'lat then, were you, Bettie?"

She was the last girl who hadn't reacted. Still lying on the floor with her legs spread wide. She had all the look of a Si'lat. A slut. A spoiled princess. She brimmed with fertile promise. "Sorry, Master. Not the Si'lat. But I think you can figure out who I am."

I was thoroughly bamboozled. "None of you are how Kyle explained your kind operate."

"How naughty of him," said Bettie. "Maybe the sultan was having a little fun with you. Mmm, we could have some fun. Just slide into me. Till my soil. You can't make a baby in me, yet, but the sultan's wives are looking for a way around that problem. I would make you a wonderful queen."

"Shit, you're the Jann," I said.

"Aren't I an earthy sort of girl?" she asked, fingering her twat. "Mmm, and I came to you a virgin. How many others can say that?"

"I did," Regina said, her cheeks blushing. "That was wonderful, Corey. You made it delicious. I could have just floated away."

Floated... "Fuck, you're the Si'lat? You?"

"She's been acting like a complete slut since she got her cherry popped," gasped Tania. "Groping me between classes and playing footsie with me in them." They were both sophomores and in none of my classes.

"And illusions are our sphere," said the Si'lat. Blonde and petite, her body so innocent looking. Beguiling. "Lies and whispers and all that."

"You were still a virgin," I groaned.

"Every Si'lat has to lose her cherry eventually." She groaned. "I got to do it with a hot mortal. My sisters are all going to be jealous."

I glanced back at Nadia. "So you're the Marid. Process of elimination."

"I can't be athletic and smart?" she said, rolling her eyes. "I told you I studied athleticism. It's knowledge. Kinesthetics. Muscle strength. Bone density. Endurance. Blood flow and blood chemistry. Lung capacity. Hormones. There are so many fascinating things to study in the physiological abilities of humans."

"And I am passionate about poetry," moaned the Ifrit. "It's the language of lust. Of love. Of all the vagary emotions of the soul." Ms. Reid squeezed her tits together and then marched towards me. The other women in my harem were all looking confused, including the four Arab beauties kneeling before me. "So, who are you going to choose?"

"Which one of us are you going to keep," Nadia said, this liquid grin spreading on her lips. "Which one of us best matches you? Who are you, Corey? The strong man who loves to run and needs a woman who can keep up?"

"The dominating man needing his woman to sing when he commands," moaned Bettie, rising.

"The horny man who needs a virgin slut willing to do anything for him?" Regina moaned. "All with an innocent smile her face? Isn't that what men want? A virgin on the streets and a slut beneath the sheets."

"Are you a hot, young man who needs a sexy, older woman to stimulate and titillate?" Ms. Reid moaned. "A busty MILF eager to educate you and teach you so many wicked things?"

"Fuck," I groaned as they all advanced on me. How could I choose?

Aleah and Tania broke away from me. I was vaguely aware of them gathering the non-genie members of the harem and explaining things to them. The four mythical beings stopped before me. All naked and lovely in their own ways. Different. Beautiful. Intoxicating. A melange of scents wreathed the air.

"Do you like your dorm?" Ms. Reid asked. "My idea. I arranged it. The Marid designed it, the Jann created it, I filled it with the emotional weight of age, and the Si'lat made it so everyone accepted its existence."

"It's great," I said, glancing at the bed.

"Mmm, let's get that bandage off," said the Marid. Nadia unwound it. "Your wounds have healed by now. It was just for show, but since you know."

"Subtle, little wench," I said. "Damn, I didn't suspect any of you."

"The sultan made sure there were four perfect decoys to draw your attention," said Bettie. "He wanted you to have as much fun as possible. He chose us all for this, too."

"Isn't he a great friend to send the perfect Djinn to love you?" asked Regina. The Si'lat's innocent-looking face, especially with those glasses perched daintily on her nose, shone with such delight. Her hand grabbed my cock through my slacks. She squeezed me.

"How am I supposed to choose?" I groaned, my chest rising and falling. "You're all too gorgeous. Too perfect."

"Mmm, that is a predicament," said Ms. Reid. Her coal-dark eyes smoldered. She licked her lips. "You'll just have to try us all out, won't you?"

"Yes, I will," I groaned as they attacked my clothing.

My heart pounded in my chest as Regina unsnapped my slacks. Ms. Reid and Nadia went for the buttons of my dress shirt while Bettie began undoing my tie. She whisked it through my collar and draped it around her neck, the tails dangling down to her breasts. I groaned. Ms. Reid and Nadia pulled off my shirt while Regina tugged down my pants and boxers.

She licked the tip of my cock, her tongue stroking over the spongy crown.

I moaned from the joy flooding up my dick. The pleasure surging through my body. It felt incredible to experience. They were all around me, pressing their naked bodies against me then. I was surrounded by their feminine flesh. The scents of them rose up and filled my nose. Their musks were intoxicating.

Spicy and sweet and tangy and tart.

Ms. Reid's heavy breasts rubbed against my back. Bettie's round breasts pressed into my right arm. I glanced down at her pierced clit. I grabbed the Jann's naughty pussy ring and tugged on it. She gasped and quivered in submissive delight.

"Master!"

"Mmm, you're so sexy, Corey," Regina moaned. She licked her tongue up my right pectoral to my own nipple. The naughty blonde swirled her tongue around it. She sucked it into her mouth.

Nadia went for the other one. I gasped at how strange it was to feel two girls sucking on my nipples. Little tingles rippled from them. I groaned, leaning into Ms. Reid's heavy breasts. She purred as she rubbed them against my back. My heart pounded in my chest. Heat rippled through me. A wild tide. The heat swelled through me. My blood boiled from the delight these four Djinn were delivering to me.

They guided me to the bed. I didn't fight them.

They pressed me down on the soft covers. I felt my harem around me, watching the fun, all staring with eager eyes as the four genies swarmed me. They licked at my chest, their tongues bathing me. My cock twitched and throbbed with my passion. It pulsed and flexed. My heart pumped hot blood through my veins.

They kissed me one after the other. Ms. Reid's lips brimmed with smoky passion. Bettie thrust her tongue into my mouth, her lips plump and delicious. Nadia's kiss was steamy, as usual, but I felt her exploring my mouth, studying it with eager delight. Regina's was sloppy, full of tongue, her small breasts rubbing into my side, her pigtails dangling down to brush my face.

I loved them all. How could I choose?

They moved down my body. They kissed and smooched, Nadia and Ms. Reid on my right side, Regina and Bettie on my left. They moved together, their silky hair caressing down my body. They all went for my cock. Bettie grabbed the base, holding it up for them.

They all moaned and leaned in to feast together. I had no idea how I would pick one of them to be my wife, but I would love every moment of it.

To be continued...

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