Eighteen year old Mary Anne Roberts saw the old lamp in the church jumble-sale. She thought it looked nice. A little tarnished, but nice. She rather extravagantly paid a whole quarter for it, and clutched the paper sack to her chest as she walked home.

“Hi Mary.” Twenty-one year old Buddy McBride shouted as he pulled his brand new 1950 Chevrolet Bel Air up to the curb. “Hop in. I’ll give you a ride home.”

“No thank you, Buddy.” She put a hand to her blonde curly-bob. “My hair would be ruined in a convertible!”

“I’ll put the top up.” He said with a grin.

“I’m almost home now.” She countered.

“Come on Mary. Don’t be like that!”

She thought of the last time she had been alone in that automobile with Buddy. He had turned into an octopus at the drive in! Somehow, she hadn’t been able to stop him until her breasts were bare under the flickering light of the silver screen. Mary had never let any boy go that far before. She did so enjoy kissing, and things got dangerously out of hand while she was distracted! She could hardly think straight when he moved lower and kissed her breasts!

She came to her senses when a strong hand had worked it’s way up under her skirt. Buddy was going entirely too far! He wanted everything! She protested, and the hand actually touched her panties, and then tried to tug them down! She had to stop him, before it was too late!

To defend her virtue, she had resorted to rubbing the palm of her left hand along the tell-tale bulge in his trousers. It would be a lie if she claimed she had no interest in what was under the fabric. Interested, sure, but that way lay madness! After a few moments of gentle but firm stimulation, he let out a sort of grunt. Her hand quickly became wet with the warm slippery goo oozing through the fabric.

When he finished wetting her hand, she finally managed to push him off. The wetness was too darn close to her lap! It smelled strange and musky as she frantically wiped her hand clean on his shirt. She knew full well what the goo was, and the serious danger it presented to a healthy young unmarried woman. She didn’t dare let even one tiny drop anywhere near the growing heat between her thighs!

“I like walking.” She announced, trying not to think about the mess she had in her hand that thrilling and scary night at the drive-in, or how she had actually put it closer to her face and sniffed. “It’s a fine day.”

“I’ll drive slow.” Buddy promised. “Your hair will be fine!”

“N-O spells no!” She said primly. “I’ll talk to you later. Maybe. Call me.”

Mary watched Buddy drive off. She had nothing against him, she just would not allow Buddy to do what all boys wanted to do with girls. When alone, he became far too sure of himself and did not take no for an answer. Mary was saving herself for marriage, and that was final! She would not risk being one of “Those Girls” that had to leave town and live with distant relatives for nine months, so their families wouldn’t be shamed by a swelling belly!

Her best friend Martha had once confessed to using her mouth on Mark Bellamy. She had actually allowed him to put his penis between her lips! It was called Fellatio, so Martha said. Her big sister had told her about it, and how her husband loved when she did it to him. Martha swore that French girls did it, and Greek, whatever that was, so they wouldn’t end up in a family way.

Martha said that she had sucked a bit, bobbed her head up and down, and waggled her tongue. She said the stuff that eventually shot out had tasted weird, but not totally disgusting. Then she got all flustered and admitted that she had accidentally swallowed it when she meant to spit it discreetly into Mark’s handkerchief and throw it out the car window.

“If the French do it, why can’t I?” Mary mused as she approached her house. “No, I couldn’t! It might give Buddy ideas! If I give him an inch, he’ll take a mile! If he takes that mile, he’ll take my cherry! I had better not let mother even suspect I was thinking about it!”

Thankfully mother and daddy were out for the evening and wouldn’t be home until very late. Mary thought it was cute that they still went out from time to time, just like when they were young. She may be eighteen, but it was still a mark of trust that she was allowed to stay home alone. She never had so far, but mother always said it was possible that she would call at a random time to see if everything was alright.

Mary went to the kitchen and took her lamp out of the sack. With a little polishing, it would look wonderful sitting next to her cheer-leading trophy on the shelf over her writing table. It looked like something that should hang in the tent of some handsome and intrepid desert explorer. She could picture his rugged face as he examined an ancient map by the little flickering flame of the lamp.

“This should shine right up.” She picked the lamp up, and gently rubbed the palm of her hand against it, just like she had rubbed it against the lump in Buddy’s trousers. The metal suddenly felt warm as the lamp began to tremble. “What’s happening?”

She dropped the lamp on the kitchen table as a heavy stream of purple smoke billowed from the tiny spout-like opening. The smoke began to solidify and take form. Mary backed up against the stove as the smoke drifted down to the floor. With a flash of golden light, the cloud became a lovely dark haired woman. The buxom lady was dressed like someone out of The Thief of Bagdad!

Mary couldn’t help staring. The gossamer clothing of the mysterious woman would be scandalous if she were to be seen in public. Her flawless dusky skin could actually be seen through the sheer fabric. Mary gulped when she realized she could see firm nipples. Not just the prominent outlines. She could see the actual flesh! The woman’s breasts stood firm and proud, with no foundation garment to prevent Mary from staring at their perfection.

Her eyes were dark, and very soulful. The long lashes accentuated the exotic almost almond shape. Her hair was glorious! Black, silky and long. It hung down almost to her well rounded bottom. Mary sort of gulped, when she saw a huge diamond glittering in her navel. It looked so pure and bright set in her flawless mocha skin.

“Oh Mistress! You have freed me from the lamp!” The woman exclaimed in sheer joy. “For centuries, no human has ever rubbed the lamp so lovingly, with just their bare hand against the brass! I am free now, but forever will be yours to command!”

“I, um, command? You mean, are you saying ... W-Wishes? Three wishes? Like in the stories?”

“Mistress, why only three?” The woman looked puzzled. “I am yours to command for the rest of time! There are no limits for my savior!”

“No limits?” Mary shook her head. “Wait. If, if you were in the lamp all this time, how do you know English?”

“Have I not ears, Mistress?” The lovely woman giggled. “Throughout time, I have had nothing to do but listen. This land of America has provided me with many entertaining things to listen to. Radio is wonderful! Boogie woogie really sends me!”

Mary was confused. Could this be real? Then real confusion set in. She had been fighting some rather strange and intrusive thoughts lately. There was nobody she dared tell. Sometimes it was not boys she thought of while touching herself in the bathtub or while safely under the covers in the middle of the night.

She knew it was wrong, but this strange lady of the lamp had a lovely hourglass figure she longed to embrace, and plump full lips that she very much wanted to press against her own. She tried to block such thoughts from her mind, but it was no use. Her heart pounded in a way it never had with Buddy, or any boy she had dated. Was this love at first sight? Mother and daddy would be scandalized if they found out their daughter was so effected by a woman!

“Are, are you really a genie?” She managed to gasp.

“I am of the Jinn.” She smiled. “That has somehow become genie over the long years.”

“What is your name?”

“The Jinn need no names.” Did she sound a little sad about that? “I am just Jinn.”

“I, um, would you mind if I called you Jean? It sounds so much nicer.”

“Oh joy! Mistress, you have named me! I thank you a thousand times!” Mary’s confusion grew when the beautiful woman hugged her tight. The woman’s breasts pressed against her own, and she found that she liked it. She liked it a lot! “I am Jean! I am your Jean!”

“You grant people wishes?”

“I grant you wishes, my savior!” Jean smiled. “Nobody but my lovely Mistress can command me! Now make a wish! I long to please my Mistress!”

“A wish?” Mary could hardly think, and uttered the first thing she thought of. It was wicked, but she just couldn’t stop herself. “I wish I could see you naked.”

My Mistress is silly!” Jean said as she promptly began to undress. “No magic is required for that!”

Mary stared, tongue tied, as Jean removed her little tasseled purple vest, and the pink silken nothing of a halter she wore beneath it. Then the billowing snow white harem pants dropped to her bare feet when she unwound the red sash around her waist. Mary had never seen a naked woman before and almost forget to breathe as she saw pure beauty. She clasped her hands together at her breasts. Her fingers were trembling with the desire to touch the shimmering dark curls between Jean’s plump thighs.

“You’re beautiful.” She whispered, as the heat grew and spread through her body. “You’re more beautiful than any starlet on the silver screen!”

“Thank you, my Mistress.” Jean actually slowly turned, as if giving Mary a chance to examine her body. Her heart raced when she saw the firm full roundness of the dusky woman’s heart shaped bottom. “I am so happy that I please you.”

Mary stared at those plump full lips after Jean finished her pirouette. It would be wonderful to press hers against them. Then stray thoughts about the wicked thing Martha had done with her steady, infringed on her daydream. She softly spoke, without thinking.

“I wish I knew what men felt.” She whispered to herself “If lips like those gave them Fellatio!”

“Oh Mistress! Thank you! You gave me a wonderful first wish!”

Jean crossed her arms over her glorious breasts. She then gave a sharp nod of her head. Mary let out a gasp. She suddenly felt a strange heaviness in her loins. The heaviness grew into a tightness as she continued to stare at the lovely naked woman. Then she tore her eyes away and glanced down. The front of her dress was sticking out in an odd sort of way.

“It is done!”

“What, what’s happening?” Mary gasped, as she grabbed at herself. She turned her back and gathered up the hem of the dress to look. “Oh God! That, that’s a penis!”

“Yes Mistress.” Jean said with a happy smile. “It is well that I heard a woman in confession last week when my lamp was dropped off as a donation for the jumble sale. She told the priest that she had performed Fellatio on the grocery delivery boy because she didn’t have enough money to pay him. After that, I heard all manner of sloppy sounds as she demonstrated what she had done. I could then tell that Fellatio meant worshiping a man with your mouth. It is such a strange word for a very common practice.”

“The, the priest?” Mary gasped as she struggled out of her dress, slid off her slip, and stepped out of her drawers. She had to know! Her quivering fingers touched the lips of her vagina. Thank goodness she was still a woman! Somehow she now had a penis, and balls, too! She had magically become part man because of a wish! The thought wasn’t as frightening as one would think. It gave her a strange feeling of power. “Someone did Fellatio on old fire and brimstone Father Patrick? No wonder he suddenly left town!”

“Come, Mistress.” Jean said softly. “Let me show you what Fellatio feels like for men.”

“Really?” Mary felt her face grow warm, as the penis grew longer and harder. Good grief! It was bigger than what she had felt in Buddy’s trousers! It had to be at least eleven inches long now, and growing! “You, you would do that for me?”

“Yes.” Jean gracefully settled onto her knees. “It will be my honor to take the penis of my Mistress between my lips!”

Staring at Jean, Mary felt so nervous. She was in the kitchen, wearing only a brassiere! Then she shrugged out of it entirely and tossed it over onto the counter. She was now naked as a Jaybird, in her mother’s kitchen! A beautiful naked woman knelt before her. The sheer wrongness made it somehow more thrilling!

How could she suddenly have a penis? Within one minute of it’s appearance, a centuries old exotically beautiful magical woman, wanted it in her mouth. Was this some strange delusional nightmare, or a glorious dream come true? Mary took a deep breath to steady herself, and boldly stepped closer.

Jean put a gentle hand to the minutes old shaft. Mary whimpered as she felt the delicate touch. The thing was truly a part of her now. She bit her lower lip as fingertips softly and slowly traced over its length. The caressing touch sent shivers racing through her. Then she felt a sort of pulsing throb deep within her. Looking down past her own impressive cleavage, she saw a large syrupy droplet of slimy clear fluid ooze from the hole in the tip of the ruddy head. She let out a little squeal when Jean leaned forward and gathered the wetness on her tongue.

“I, I can feel all of it.” She whispered as she stared at the beautiful woman kneeling before her. “It really is real!”

“Of course it is real, my Mistress.” Jean smiled, lips wet with the slime she had lapped up. “This is how the magic works. Reality has been shifted. It is now as if you were born with this mighty spear, and the masterful stones. They are part of you, as surely as the rest of your lovely body. With them, you shall be able to gift many woman with big healthy babies.”

“What?” Mary gasped. “Babies?”

It was then that she let out a little moan that seemed to rob her of the power of speech. Jean had opened her mouth, and took the head of the penis between her lips! It was a moment she would remember fondly for the rest of her life!

Mary felt a heavenly warmth as a tongue moved against her. Several more inches of her newly acquired organ moved deeper into the welcoming mouth. Eyes nearly growing cross, Mary watched as Jean’s cheeks went concave. She was sucking! Oh God above! Having your penis sucked felt glorious! The dusky beauty began to sort of rock forward and back. Those wonderful lips moved up and down the shaft as she sucked! Then her tongue began moving.

“Oh Jean! Oh Jean!” she panted. “This, this is good! This is so good!”

Lovely dark eyes looked up at her. Mary could see them sparkle with happiness as she felt two hands grasp her bottom. Those hands pulled her roughly forward. She felt a tightness, and pushed through!