Genie Chronicles Ch. 04

Looking around, Jack saw some blue and even some green numbers over girls heads that he could not possibly imagine from their appearance to be mentally ready to handle sex. He indicated one to Genie.Are you sure she is ready to have sex.

Physically, yes, she is ready to have and enjoy sex. But emotionally, no, you are right, she isn't ready.

So, it looks like I need another icon, one that indicates if a girl is really ready for sexual activity. It should probably also tell me how far she is willing to go or something...

Over the next half an hour they developed and refined what Jack came to call the 'tote board,' a set of numbers and icons that would appear over a girl's or woman's head to tell him not only her age, but in fairly general terms her sexual readiness, willingness, proclivities, experience and current arousal. There was also a pair of icons indicating her attraction and willingness relating specifically to him. All of these icons over every female's head had quickly made things too confusing, so he had changed them to appear only when he focused on an individual girl.

About two thirds of this experiment was done as they meandered toward his first clothing store. They were starting to get strange looks again in the food court, as both of them would look intently at a girl, sometimes smiling or making other facial expressions, but not say anything. Genie assured him that once they left no one would think any more of it.

Once he had the tote board working pretty much like he wanted, he started paying more attention to the info he was actually seeing for the passing girls, and noticed some interesting things. They passed a pair of gorgeous blond identical twins who were dressed like complete sluts, yet according to the board it looked like they had never had a sexual thought in their lives. On the opposite end of the spectrum, they saw a cute 15 year old waif of a girl whose willingness, proclivities, and experience looked to be that of nymphomaniac.

Is that right? Is she ok? Jack asked.

Genie looked back at her.Yes, she's fine, although this society wouldn't think so.

What do you mean?

Well, she's happy, doing well in school and, regardless of what society might think, well adjusted. Those stats come from the fact that she is, how should I put this, fucking her two older brothers seven ways from Sunday. The two of them combined can barely keep up with her, although they are quite 'up' for the challenge. They are being very discreet, and their parents have no clue. Her getting pregnant is a concern, although they are using condoms AND avoiding vaginal intercourse during what she computes to be her fertile period, so the chances are very small.

Golly.

Although he noticed quite a few girls were attracted to him to a greater or lesser degree as they walked, neither the twins nor the little nympho had given him a second glance.

They finally made it to the first clothing store, a discount store where Jack bought several packs of underwear. He didn't find anything else there that he was interested in, so they moved on. The next store was more trendy but still reasonably priced, and with Genie's help he picked out a large arm-load of shorts, jeans, and casual slacks.

Well, time to head toward the dressing room,"he said.

"Can I go with you?"

"Stores like this only allow one person back to a dressing room."

"Oh."

He could tell from her tone and her expression that she was disappointed. For a normal girl this would set off alarm klaxons in his head warning of extreme clinginess and possessiveness, but in this case it made Jack pleased. He found he wanted her back there with him, too. "Hmmm. Well, can you make yourself invisible or something?"

She vanished.

You could have at least made sure no one was looking, first!he exclaimed, looking around to see who noticed.

I did, Jack.

Oh. Sorry. Where are you.

Right here,she said, palming his ass.

Hey! No fair! Using this mental speaking I can't tell where you are.

She just giggled and gave his cock a quick, invisible caress through his shorts.

You are so going to pay for this.

Promise, master?

And so it was that Jack arrived at the dressing room attendant's station with a partial hard on. The attendant on duty turned out to be a curvaceous, vivacious medium-skinned African-American beauty, whose tote board, while not having quite the stats of the little nympho's outside, was still quite impressive. He was also intrigued to see her arousal and attraction start to rise as he approached, then spike when she noticed the large bulge in his shorts. He was embarrassed, but also excited as it was obvious she liked what she saw. Apparently noticing this, and deciding to give her more of show, Genie lightly caressed his cock through his shorts, causing the bulge to grow. It was all Jack could do to keep a calm face.

The girl's eyes widened as she noticed, then she raised an eyebrow before turning her attention back to the pile of clothes. Meanwhile her arousal level moved up another notch. "Sir, I need to count these and give you a ticket. I'll also need to keep your other purchase here."

"Uh, ok." He handed her the pile, then opened his bag and ripped open a pack of underwear to remove one. He handed her the bag, leaving it to her to imagine why he needed the new pair of drawers. Whatever she imagined, it did positive things to her tote board.

She handed him the pile back with a ticket on top listing the number of pants and shorts, and said, "Dressing room one, please, sir!"

"Thanks."

He walked through the archway behind her, then stopped a second to determine where room one was. He turned left and walked to the end of the short hallway, only to find that the first room was room two. He looked around a corner to his left again and found room one off by itself. He opened the door and went it. It was a large room with a floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite the door and enough room to step back and see whatever outfit you were trying on. There was enough space that Genie could enter without bumping into him, or at least he didn't feel her.

Genie?No answer.

"Genie?" Still no answer. He shrugged. Perhaps she had decided to stay outside, after all, maybe to investigate the clerk a bit further or something else interesting.

He removed his oversized belt and shorts, muttering a mild oath as he realized he had forgotten to get a new belt to try on. Oh well, he would probably wear one of the new pairs of shorts out if they fit ok anyway, so he'd just find a belt to try on as he made his way to the register.

He was getting ready to bend over and step into his new underwear when he felt something grasp his now semi soft cock. He gasped and looked down to see and feel his cock invisibly lifted away from his legs, then felt a soft, gentle hand start to slowly stoke it.

"Genie?" No response, but it had to be her, although when he reached down to try to find her invisible body, there was nothing there, just the feeling of ghostly fingers stroking him. "Can you at least make sure we don't get caught?" Nothing.

It was an incredibly erotic and surreal experience, this ghostly hand job. He could actually see the skin of his now rock-hard cock moving under her exquisite touch. He experimented by wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. The ghostly hand passed through his own as if it wasn't there, and he could feel the stroking of his cock under his hand, while his fingers felt the skin of his cock move. Slightly freaked, he quickly removed his hand.

As it looked like there was absolutely nothing he could do to affect what was going on (in the back of his mind he knew he could give Genie a direct command to stop, but that was the last thing he wanted to happen) he sat on the carpeted bench built into one wall, leaned back, spread his legs wide, and surrendered himself to the hand. He was rewarded when a second hand began lightly fondling, stroking, and tickling his balls. He moaned, partly at the increase in very pleasurable stimulation, and partly at the sight of his balls moving around, apparently on their own except for the indentations of invisible fingers manipulating his skin.

He watched, mesmerized by the evidence of the invisible hands on his genitals as they pleasured him, occasionally varying their patterns of touch so that he would never become too used to what he was feeling.

This went on for what felt like hours. He wouldn't have minded if it went on for days, but he eventually became conscious of the danger that the clerk would sooner or later come looking for him. He was just about to try to do something to get things completed here, preferably with a nice finish to this ethereal hand job, when something changed.

He felt something lightly flick the tip of his cock, then what had to be a tongue swirl around his cock head for several seconds before lips wrapped around it. He moaned. He then felt suction as the lips started traveling slowly down his length. As they reached the base, he felt what must be the back of a throat contract around the top of his cock, and then wonderful vibrations besieged him. He began to have a suspicion.

After several long moments of the breathtaking vibrations, the warm ghost mouth reversed direction, and he felt and saw the indentations of something hard lightly scraping the top of his cock as the invisible tongue swirled underneath. He also noted that ghost saliva apparently became visible as it touched his cock, because his entire shaft was now glistening wet.

When the ghostly mouth reached his cock head and bit down a bit more to increase the pressure of the swirling tongue underneath, his suspicion seemed a sure thing.

As his cock head slipped from between invisible lips and teeth, and a he felt and saw the evidence of a ghost tongue teasing and tickling the tip of his cock and pushing into its hole, his suspicion was confirmed. He was receiving an ethereal replay of his 'mind blowing' blow job that morning.

"Oh, you naughty little girl," he whispered.

As before he began to squirm at the torment of his cock tip, but this time there was no weight applied to hold him down. Rather, no matter how he moved and squirmed, the tongue was there at the tip of his cock, tickling him, teasing him, making the torment even worse/better than the first .

As before, the whole sequence was repeated again, and again, and again, until he was again pleading to be allowed to cum. Finally the sequence altered in intensity, signaling the final approach of his massive orgasm. This time when it came, however, he was able to remain conscious, if for no other reason than to watch jet after jet of cum disappear down an invisible throat.