Chapter 7

Jack's thoughts were interrupted by the telephone ringing. He was tempted for a second not to answer, but then he asked quickly, "Can you float the cordless over here so we don't have to move from this enjoyable position?"

She nodded and the phone came zipping off its cradle to his hand. He pressed the hook button and answered, "Hello?"

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"Oh, hey, mom!"

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"I'm great, how are you?"

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"That's good. What do you mean I sound different?" He listened for another moment, and then rolled his eyes. "What on earth would make you think I have a new girlfriend?"

Genie raised her eyebrows as he listened some more.

"Ok, you win. I do have a new girlfriend. We're having sex right now as a matter of fact!"

Genie gasped softly as he listened to the reply and shook his head in resignation.

"Yes, ma'am."

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"No, I haven't forgotten."

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"Ummm, hadn't thought that far ahead, but yes, she probably will."

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"Ok, that should be fine."

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"Ok. I love you too, mom. Bye." He hung up the phone, and then looked at Genie and rolled his eyes and shook his head again.

"Is there a problem, Jack?"

He sighed. "No, just my mother being my mother."

"How did she know I am here?"

"Well, she's always seemed to have this sort of ESP thing going on. She calls it 'Motherly Intuition'. It always drove my sisters and me crazy. Still does on occasion," he said, indicating the phone.

"And your admission that we were having sex while on the phone with her?"

Jack snorted. "I was just trying to twist her nose a bit. It didn't work. The woman is unflappable, whether she believed me or not. All she said was 'well, make sure it's safe sex, dear. While I want more grandkids at some point, you should probably at least wait until you get engaged or something.'"

Genie grinned, but was wise enough not to say anything.

"The main reason she called was to ask if I was still planning on attending the 'family reunion' next month. It's actually just my closer relations renting a humongous house at the beach for a week. When I confirmed I was still planning to come, she wanted to know if I was bringing you. I told I probably would."

"Are you sure about that Jack? Do you think they will be ok with me?" She looked a little worried. It was amusing to him that someone so incredible in every way would still be worried about meeting his family. He shrugged.

"Should be. They're not very picky and they have liked every other girlfriend pretty well, and you are at least as good for me as the worst of those," he said with a reassuring expression.

She narrowed her eyes at him, and he thought he should stop his teasing before she used her powers to turn him into a frog or something, Master or no. Besides, he couldn't keep a straight face, and continued with a grin. "Of course they will be ok with you, Genie. You are the most beautiful, charming, intelligent, incredible woman any of them will ever meet. Everyone will be jealous. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

She looked mostly mollified. Mostly.

"Is something bothering you?"

"Will you give me a name before then?"

He frowned. "You don't like Genie, I take it?"

"Well, no offense, Jack, but that's like calling you 'Human'?"

He frowned some more. "Oh. I see what you mean, I think. Do you think I have been calling you by your species or whatever all this time?"

She shrugged.

"But 'Genie' is also a girl's name."

She cocked her head at him, and his mind tingled. "Oh, I see. But it is spelled differently, in that case, yes?"

Jack shrugged. "I guess. I like it spelled G-E-N-I-E, though, kind of my own little inside joke. Does that bother you?"

She shook her head and smiled. "Whatever name you choose, and however you wish to spell it, is suitable to me, Master."

"Cool. Genie it is then." Then a thought occurred to him. "But what about a last name?"

"Well, you will need to pick a last name for me, too, if you want me to have one."

"You'll need one eventually. For one thing, it would be required for any identification. If you are going to function in any way normally in this society, you will need a Social Security Number, driver's license, all that stuff. Would this fall under those basic abilities you mentioned, helping you 'blend in'?"

Tingle. "Yes, I should be able to do that."

"But I need to come up with a full name for you first."

"Yes, Jack."

He thought some more, a task which was becoming more and more of a challenge, as his libido was quickly recharging, accelerated in no small part by fact that she was still sitting in his lap, still impaled upon him. "Ummm. Ok, How about this; your full name is Jennifer Holiday. I'll use Genie for a nickname."

She smiled. "That will do nicely, Jack."

"So you can make identification and everything? Make it so you were born here, as an American citizen?"

"Yes, Jack."

"Cool! So what about your background and education? You know, diplomas and stuff."

"I can create all that as well, although whatever background I construct would have to reflect my lack of family. I can't create people just to be my parents."

"I understand. What about a college degree?"

"Yes, if it is justified to allow me to function normally in this society."

"Hmmm. Well, I think I wish for you to come up with your own background and education, even career. Whatever you like. Then I can enjoy getting to know 'Jennifer Holiday'."

She smiled again. "I can do that."

"For now, though, Mr. Happy buried there deeply inside you is fully recovered and wanting some attention."

Her smile turned naughty. "Oh? Exactly what type of attention would he like?" she asked, while at the same time her tight tunnel started the slow but firm milking from root to tip which he enjoyed so much. He briefly wondered how she was still able to squeeze him to the tip of his cock, so long was it, and buried so deeply. He wasn't absolutely positive, but he didn't think women usually had any muscles so deep, or at least any they could so exquisitely control. Still, he wasn't complaining.

"Mmmm, that's a great start." Then, while leaning back against his backrest, he gently pulled her to him to kiss her lips. She shifted her weight to lean lightly against him, pulling herself off of his cock a bit in the process. "That won't do," he murmured, momentarily removing his lips from hers. "Lengthen me to fill you up again, please." She did. He returned his lips to hers, his tongue gently invading them. He lifted one hand to hold and caress her neck, the other to caress the side of a breast pressed lightly between them. She gave a soft murmur of approval as their tongues gently tangled.

Pulling away many moments later, he gently pushed her back against her cushion so he could gain full access to her breasts. He fondled them lightly as he savored her continued milking. "Does doing that to me give you any pleasure?"

She gave a contented shrug. "It feels very nice, but doesn't quite hit any of my hot spots. Your hands are, though."

"They are, eh? So, as long as I do this we're even?" he asked, giving both nipples a light tweak.

"Mmmm, even enough."

He played a few moments more, and then whispered, "short." She blinked at him for a second in incomprehension, but then he felt the tingle and his cock shortened to barely penetrate her. She looked at him half expectantly, half imploringly. He made a great show of tilting his head from side to side, looking up and around, taking his time. He finally said, "long," and she gave a sigh/squeak/moan as he immediately lengthened again to fill her completely. He was contemplating a nice leisurely screwing this way, but then a better idea struck him than saying 'long, short, long' repeatedly.

"Can you give me control of the length of my cock?"

Tingle. "Yes."

"Girth, too?"

"Yes."

"Neat! Do so, please."

"Done. Do you wish this to supersede your earlier wish to have your cock be the ideal size for any particular woman?"

"Ummm, no, I don't think so. I mean, I can't really use this on anyone but you at the moment. How do I use this, by the way?"

"Just concentrate on the size you want it to be."

He did, and was immediately barely penetrating her. This time her gasp was tinged with discomfort. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

"Not really. It was perhaps just a bit too abrupt, what with the vacuum it created."

"Oh." He tried again, this time imagining his cock getting slowly longer. It did.

"Mmmm, much nicer."

He experimented for several interesting moments, and found that with a little practice he could put his cock into a continual shorten/lengthen pattern and let it go with little to no concentration. In other words, he could screw her without thinking about it or having to move a muscle.

He settled on a medium-speed screwing, and then leaned back to relax against his backrest. Reaching out to cup her breasts and gently orbit her nipples with his thumbs, he asked, "How about this. Does this give you any pleasure?"

"Oh, yes, Jack," she cooed as she, too, relaxed against her own backrest. They both closed their eyes.

Jack continued his relaxed screwing, experimenting with the speed and length of his 'thrusts' to try to give them both the most satisfaction. Once finding a combination they enjoyed, and with the addition of his gentle stimulation of her breasts, her relaxed body shuddered in orgasm about 20 minutes later, Jack following close behind.

Once they were both satiated, Jack stopped his cock at full length within her. Eyes still closed, they both remained relaxed contentedly on their cushions for awhile, until Jack finally stirred.

Genie opened her eyes. "That was very nice, Jack. Odd, but nice."

"Thank you. Next time I think I should have the area above my cock which presses against your clit vibrate. What do you think?"

She laughed, a rich yet silvery sound which he had not heard from her before. It was the happiest yet most arousing sound he thought he had ever heard.

"I think I have a bit of a freak for a Master, is what I think."

"What?! How dare you!" he roared in mock indignation. His fingers attacked her ribs. That laugh he had heard before. Although not quite as special as the other, it was still beautiful, plus it created some very interesting squeezes and vibrations along his shaft. He also noticed this time in tickling her ribs that, although she tossed her head and squirmed in tormented laughter as his fingertips assaulter her, she made no move to push his hands away or protect her sensitive sides. Very interesting.

He relented and she relaxed to catch her breath, her hair a bit disheveled and partially concealing her face. He reached up and gently tucked it behind her ears, then said, "Have I mentioned yet this morning how incredibly beautiful you are."

She smiled her special smile. "Not yet."

He leaned closer to her. "You," he interrupted himself to share a steamy kiss with her, then finished breathlessly while looking into her eyes, "are incredibly beautiful."

"Thank you, master," she whispered back.

Tearing his eyes away, he looked out the window to confirm it was still raining. He sighed contentedly. "Well, Jennifer Holiday, what would you like to do now?"

"Ummm, I think I would like for you to tell me how you solved my puzzle."

He shrugged. "I can do that. Better yet, I'll show you. Can you float us over to the living area?" They lifted off the bed, Genie still sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around him, still skewered. He put his arms around her to prevent her from falling backward. "This is nice - although it still freaks me out a bit - but we might want our backrests with us to free up our hands." The backrests floated up to support them.

"Yep, still freaky. Ok, over to the bookshelf first, please." He indicated the shelf he meant, and they floated to it. Once within reach, he picked up the puzzle box. Seeing Genie eye it a bit nervously, he asked, "What's the matter? Can you get locked back up in here again?"

"Yes, you can place me back in my vessel."

"And what happens to you then?"

"I go back to 'sleep, ' for lack of a better word, until it is opened again."

"Oh. Can anyone reopen it, or just me?"

"Anyone can open it, but my servitude does not transfer to them. I am always and only your Genie."

"Gotcha." He paused. "So what happens if the box is destroyed?"

"Destroyed with me inside or outside?"

"Both, either."

"If I am inside, then I, too, am destroyed. If I am outside, then," she shrugged, "nothing, really."

"Wow. It's a lucky thing it hasn't been destroyed in all these years, then. It's such a fragile thing."

She smiled a smile tinged with pride. "It is quite a bit tougher than it looks."

"Ah. Good. So what should I do with it?"

"Anything you wish master."

"Would you like for me to destroy it?"

She was shaking her head vehemently before he finished the question. "Oh, no, master, I cannot answer that. It is forbidden. It is only for the Master to decide what happens to his Genie's vessel."

"Hmmm. Well, why would I ever want to put you back in it?"

"That is not for me to say, either, Jack."

He grunted in mild frustration. "Ok, why would ANY Master wish to put his or her Genie back in his or her vessel?"

"There are many possible reasons. One of the biggest is to prevent the Genie from getting into mischief while the master isn't looking. This is more of a concern with genies who are bound against their will. Those are usually pure Genies, who have a bit more leeway in how they interact with their master."

"I see. So I don't have to worry about any mischief from you, then?"

"Oh, no, Master. I will always act only as you wish!" she said with an earnest, innocent face, while at the same time an invisible hand fondled his dangling balls.

"Uh, huh. You're asking for it missy. But for now, back to your question, then I'll decide what to do with the box." He refocused his attention on the box. "I inherited your box from my Aunt Margaret, although 'inherited' isn't really the right word. She died several weeks ago, and she really didn't leave much of a will. So, the family met at her bungalow after the funeral to try to figure out what to do with all her stuff. One of the few items I picked out to keep was this."

"I'm so sorry Jack. Do you miss her?"

He shrugged. "A little, I guess. I really didn't see her much over the last several years. She was always on the go, and so was I, I suppose." He gave a sad, nostalgic smile. "I sure was fascinated with her when I was younger, though. She was always coming back from somewhere exotic, and always had the neatest trinkets for her young nephew. There was a wild story about how she had acquired each of them, of course." He looked at the box. "I sure would like to hear the story about this one..." he trailed off for a moment, and then shook himself out of his reverie.