Chapter 1 - On Wish Fulfillment


                                         On Wish Fulfillment

                                               by Volpone

                                            Group: Flatland
                                  Contunuum: Hentai Collective
                                  Location: Zimmerman Central

          The next day was to begin eventfully. Quinn was awakened by a soft voice he
recognized from another continuum...
          "Master sent for Jeannie?"
          He opened his eyes to see that the sexy voice belonged to an even sexier face and
body. She looked just as she had been pictured, right down to the virtually transparent bodice
and harem pants, and had an expectant look on her face.
          He took a deep breath and smiled broadly at the houri hovering sweetly over him.
          "Hello, Jeannie."
          Quinn sat up to find that all of the other women he had shared the previous evening with
had disappeared... probably to keep other amorous appointments.
          Rather than replying, she smiled and dimpled nicely, as if awaiting instructions.
          Quinn scooted to one side as he sat up and patted the chaise next to him.
          "Please... sit with me."
          She sat cross-legged facing him on the cushion, still smiling saying nothing. It was
impossible for Quinn not to notice how little she had on under the diaphanous fabric of her
outfit... namely zip.
          "Jeannie, you called me 'master'. Do you not already have a master here?"
          "Oh, yes. Aladdin is my master sometimes. But he has another genie to do his bidding,
so I can be yours if you wish it. It would be easy to arrange. All you need is to release me from
my bottle."
          "I do not wish to cause anyone distress. If you enjoy being his, I would not interfere."
          Her smile broadened.
          "Annie and Vampi said that you are a good man. I can see that it is true."
She seemed to consider for a moment. "I do not know if my present master would wish
to give me up, although he often prefers to spend his time with the Princess Jasmine. But that
is well, because I sometimes will make love with the blue genie. And then there is my other
master…"
          "Jeannie, are you able to be more than a genie serving a master?"
          "I can be a woman serving a man." She smiled in a way that left no question as to how
she preferred to "serve".
          "What could I do that would make you happy?"
          Her eyes slid up Quinn's form until they again rested on his face.
          "Master would wish to grant my wish?"
          "I would be happy to grant Jeannie's wish if it is within reason, and if she will grant me a
wish in return."
          She licked her lips in anticipation. Jeannie knew what every man wished for first, and
she was happy to perform this for them.
          Leaning closer, she said softly, "And what would master wish from Jeannie?"
          "I wish that you would call me 'Quentin'."
          Her eyes got large. This was never a man's request... to address him as an equal. She
enjoyed serving in many capacities, but men were always "master"... it was in her nature. The
djinn were servants since the time of Solomon when the great king bound them to their vessels
so they would be unable to roam the world and disrupt the Great God's plans. It would feel
wrong. It would feel vulnerable.
          But she was also meant to serve. It made for a paradox.
          "You truly desire this?" She left off the honorific, unsure of how to proceed in this matter.
          He smiled at her and said, "I want what will make you happy, Jeannie. If you cannot
bring yourself to call me by my name, then I will have to learn to hear 'master' from your lovely
lips." He reached up and ran the side of his finger down her flawless cheek, finally touching her
on her full lips as he spoke the word.
          She thought a brief moment, and decided that she would at least try to do what would
make this man happy.
          "Very well... Quen-tin." The word felt odd on her tongue, but the smile he gave her in
return told her how truly she had pleased him.
          "Thank you, Jeannie."
          And he leaned close and kissed her.
          She stiffened, and Quinn remembered that he had never seen her being kissed by
anyone except other females. But rather than react as if he had done something wrong, he
determined that he was going to treat her like any other woman... if it was possible.
Jeannie kept her lips pressed closed, not quite shocked by his behavior, but certainly
surprised by how he treated her... truly as if she were an equal. He did not wish for her to
service him with her mouth. He did not wish to take her. He made none of the traditional
wishes she was used to. But he wanted to kiss her on the lips.
          When she didn't relax after a moment, he broke the kiss and leaned back.
          "I am sorry, Jeannie. I did not want you to be uncomfortable. If you wish, you are free to
leave. I won't be offended."
          The look she gave him made him regret his words. She clearly couldn't understand that
he actually wanted whatever would make her happy, even if it didn't match his own desires.
          "You are not pleased with me, master?" It seemed he was "master" yet again.
          "I am not pleased with myself, Jeannie. I am not used to women who address me as if
they are less than I am, and who are afraid that they must do only what pleases others and
never themselves."
          "Oh, but I please myself often... Quen-tin." The name seemed to come more easily this
time. "Would you like to watch as I please myself?" She seemed eager at the prospect, as if
this might be a way to return to familiar ground.
          "If you would like this, yes, I will watch you please yourself. But tell me what would make
you truly happy at this very moment, for I promised that I would grant your wish so long as it
was reasonable." He smiled at her again and continued. "I try to be a reasonable man."
          "Then I wish to know... what gives you the greatest physical pleasure... Quentin?"
          Damn! She'd managed to weasel it around so that he was again the center of attention.
          "Very well." He heaved a sigh of resignation. Maybe he might be able to turn this
around yet.
          "What gives me the greatest physical pleasure... I like to begin with a massage, either
giving or receiving... both are very pleasing to me. If I am giving the massage, I like it when a
woman gives me signals that let me know when I do something which pleases her. When I am
receiving the attention, I enjoy it when a woman begins with my back and shoulders, working
her way down my buttocks and legs, then tracing her fingertips lightly over my skin with the
gentlest of touches. When she has finished, I like it when she continues the same onto my
front, beginning by kneading the muscles and then finishing with the gentle stroking of her
fingers."
          She sat, drinking in every word, learning what this man enjoyed, smiling as he unfolded
his desire before her.
          "I enjoy receiving fellatio, but only from a woman who enjoys giving it. I especially enjoy
it when the woman experiences orgasm while she has me in her mouth. I enjoy the feeling of a
woman's breasts in my hands or having her impaled with my fingers as she sucks me. If she
wishes to finish me this way, I enjoy it when she swallows my semen. I enjoy when a woman
pleases herself as she pleases me. I enjoy making love to a woman and making her climax
many times. I enjoy taking a woman anally, but only if she enjoys it and climaxes this way. I
enjoy variety, but not at the expense of intimacy. I enjoy very many things, but most of all I
enjoy when my lover climaxes over and over again."
          She sat, smiling at him throughout the litany. Her eyes got large when he spoke of
"taking a woman anally", but he knew his words excited her by the way her nipples tightened
up. Throughout, she never lost her smile.
          Because now she knew.
          When she spoke, it was to ask another question.
          "Will you grant me another wish, Quentin?"
          "Again, within reason."
          She peeled back his suit with gentle hands, then dropped her own vest, bodice and
pants on top of his discarded clothes.
          "Will you lie down and enjoy yourself?"
          Stealing a line from a source he was sure she wouldn't recognize, he said, "As you
wish..." and laid face down on the chaise.
          She proved she had listened carefully. She took him through each step... the massage,
the feather-light touches sliding along is skin... then again repeating the process on his front.
Before she had reached his crotch, he was already firm and erect, and Jeannie was pleased to
see that he wouldn't need any magical "enhancement". Of course, the laws of the continuum
guaranteed that his natural advantage would be exaggerated even more in a cartoon setting,
just as the women would never complained of back pain when carrying around a chest that
likely weighed a quarter their entire weight.
          Then her actions brought him back from his mental diversion. Quinn felt her lips caress
the head of his cock with a kiss, and then slowly slide down over him as she engulfed more and
more of him in her sensuous mouth... down until he had vanished down her throat entirely.
As she sucked on him, she moved slowly around until she was kneeling with one knee
on each side of his ribs, his rod firmly down her throat and her perfect pink labia inviting him to
use them how he saw fit.
          In moments, he had one of her heavy breasts filling one hand as he impaled her with two
fingers of the other hand.
          She had been making small, pleasing sounds... sounds of enjoyment as she avidly
sucked his cock... but now she began to get quite vocal, and in a few moments she drove him
into her lips frantically as she shook and trembled as her first climax overtook her.
          She kept at it for another five minutes and three orgasms before she let him slide from
her mouth.
          Repositioning herself, she crouched over his hips "cowgirl" fashion, his erection in one
hand as she aimed him properly. Then she began to work herself down, but not as he had
expected.
          As he looked at her, she bit her lower lip suggestively as she rocked her pelvis back and
forth slightly, keeping up her steady downward pressure as she relaxed her sphincter and
gradually took him further and further up her incredible ass. She hit bottom and immediately
began quaking, her hands going to her breasts as she pinched at her nipples, pulling brutally as
she gasped out and came.
          Rather than simply lying there passive, Quinn reached down and slid the same two
fingers which had impaled her earlier back into place, deeply entrenched in her magical, wet
canal.
          It was as if he had set off a chain reaction. Jeannie began to undulate, fucking him with
her tight little derriere as she gasped with each breath and exclaimed "HNN!" with each release.
She began to jerk herself down quickly, driving him up her ass madly as she abused her
nipples and gasped out her absolutely gut-wrenching orgasm. By the way she was bouncing,
Quinn knew that there was no reason for him to hold back. She was lost in a world of her
pleasure, and the only thing that might make it greater was...
          Suddenly his hands were on her breasts, his fingers replacing hers on her tight,
distended nipples. With a firm tug, he drove up into her harder, and she joined his cry of
ecstasy as they both came, his seed jetting up within her like some fountain of lust that she
could feel pulsing deep in her ass.
          She held him there, deep inside her as she matched each jerk of his cock with another
slight downward movement, stretching out both their orgasms for as long as humanly (or in this
case "genie-ly") possible.
          Several minutes later, as she lay atop him and he caressed her hair, she said, "It
appears Jeannie got her wish, Quentin."
          "And so did Quentin, flower. So did Quentin."

          When they had caught their breath, Quinn told her, "You do know that you need no
magic to make a man's wishes come true?"
          She smiled at him a snuggled closer to his side. He was a wonderful master. He said
the nicest things. And the others never held her after. They were fun, but not like this. They
wanted to be pleased, no more. This one made her feel charished.
          "I would gladly grant your wishes all day, Quentin."
          "And I yours, Jeannie."
          She came up onto one elbow, her fabulously full breasts pressing against his chest as
she looked at him.
          "You would grant me another wish... Quentin?" She learned quickly. She knew that
when she called him by his given name he would almost certainly do as she asked.
          "Which is...?"
          "I wish Quentin would cum in Jeannie's mouth."
          "Hey! Whose wish is this supposed to be?"
          She smiled at him with a wicked twinkle.
          "It is my wish, Quentin. You may have some other wish when we are done."
          She began stroking him as she sat up, moving into position so that she could proceed
smoothly to giving him head.
          "I wish Quentin would let me enjoy myself by taking him deep into my mouth and sucking
him... sucking him until I am rewarded by his seed filling my mouth." She began to kiss and lick
at his cock, occasionally pausing briefly to continue speaking.
          "I wish Quentin would squeeze my breasts and tweak my nipples as I take him deeply..."
          Here she wrapped one hand around the lower half of his shaft and ran her lips swiftly down
several times, rotating her head each time her mouth reached her hand.
          "...and I wish to cum while I have Quentin in my mouth..."
          She now had both his hands occupied with her chest, so she snaked her free hand down
and began fingering herself as she continued fellating him.
          "...so that he can enjoy himself as much as Jeannie will."
          She released his shaft with her one hand and put it between his legs, fingering his
prostate and cradling his testicles as she opened wide to go deep on him. She moaned
greedily with a throaty chuckle until the crown of his cock began to fill her throat, then went
silent as she began a deep-throat bob on him. Her lips would oval wide as she took him
straight down to the root, then she would slurp her way back up until just the head was held
between her lips, then repeat the process again... and again... and again.
          Jeannie was obviously enjoying herself immensely because she kept pressing her chest
more firmly into his grasp, groaning around his cock each time his fingers indented the firm
flesh or pinched her tight, reddish nipples between them. All the time, her other hand was
stroking away fast and furious at her pussy, making juicy, wet, sexual sounds as she pleasured
herself manually, then she'd move her fingers up and rub frantically at her erect clitoris and
whimper loudly and twitch as she did.
          Quinn was enjoying himself immensely. He had come to expect some serious oral talent
from the women populating this continuum, but Jeannie was exceptional in every regard.
Eager, sensuous, uninhibited, untiring, aggressive yet submissive... he could have filled a book
with adjectives and still fallen pitifully short of how brilliant she was. Perhaps it was part of her
magic. Perhaps it was simple desire. And maybe she just got off on sucking cock like this.
          He decided that he wanted to find out if Jeannie reacted like human women to his
peculiar "talent". He closed his eyes and let his mind slip down his nerve fibers... down until he
felt himself jump the gap between them, and then race along her nerves until he located the
pleasure nexus in her mind. She seemed human to ten decimal places, but she was also
magical.Well, only one way to find out.
          He felt the pulses of pleasure occurring in three differing rhythms for her. One she was
giving herself as her fingers fired her excitement. The second were from the manual indignities
he was inflicting on her impressive chest ornaments. The third he recognized as coming in time
to her bobbing head. So, she really did get off on giving head.
          He began reinforcing each pleasure pulse separately, as if he were adding a bit of push
to each wave. It required him keeping three separate rhythms going at once, but fortunately he
was able to bring his hands into time with her slippery, sucking mouth, and then her own fingers
fell into double time with the others, and the waves built on themselves naturally. He kept
boosting them higher until he could sense her surprise that she was well into her normal
orgasm range and still building. He felt the trigger point in her mind and tried to hold it back,
almost like pinching your nose to prevent a sneeze. The peaks kept swelling, and Jeannie's
vocal responses were growing louder and more insistent. She was stretching out, trying to free
the climax she knew was there by sheer will power.
          And then Quinn let it go. Not only did he release his hold on her climax, but he dove
down into the center of it and doubled it with a jolt of his own.
          Jeannie wasn't prepared for the power of what struck her. She tried to scream with her
mouth full of his pulsing hard-on. Even while her cheeks were hollowed with suction, she cried
out as she felt Quinn's shaft suddenly buck and a huge load of sugary semen flooded her eager
mouth. She was slammed again with orgasm, and she ground her fingers against her crotch
brutally, mashing her erect clit almost savagely against her pubic bone, her entire body
thrashing like a fish on a line.
          Jeannie gulped hurriedly, and as she did another fountain of syrupy cum shot across her
tongue. She was too far gone to even register the unusual flavor of his seed. She simply drank
each squirt of his hot, sticky gift as she trembled and cried with surge upon surge of her own
wondrous climax.
          Quinn didn't need to draw things out. He was able to let her own natural responses take
over once he had "primed the pump" (so to speak). And she still managed to tremble and
shake for almost a minute before her overloaded system left the world of Orgasmus Maximus.
          She continued to suck at his slowly flagging erection, making sure she had captured
every drop before she finally heaved a huge sigh and let him slide from her lazily smiling mouth.
          "Quentin grants wishes better than Jeannie," she purred huskily, closing her eyes and
rubbing her cheek against him. She pursed her perfect lips and gave his flaccid cock a gentle
kiss.
          "I'd have to call that mutual wish fulfillment."



