Alana’s Magic Lamp

by Sahara Kelly

  “No, never. We are, in fact, the best at what we do.” Sami said this with pride, not boastfulness, and Alana couldn’t help but smile.

  “I can certainly vouch for that,” she answered.

  Two pairs of eyes lit up and the sexual tension in the room ratcheted up ten notches.

  “Wait…” she held up a hand, palm outward. “I’m not quite finished.”

  Two groans answered her.

  “First, I’d like to know who does what in this arrangement. So far it’s been mostly Sami—not that I’m complaining, but I’d like to know the curriculum, so to speak, and secondly…” She cleared her throat and swallowed, trying to find the words for her next question. “Why haven’t either of you come yet? And inside me? Is that not allowed? Or can’t you…”

  Hari’s hand slammed down on the table, making Alana jump. “Oh we can, Alana, never doubt that. I’m surprised you could even think that we couldn’t.”

  “Okay! Geez, I’m sorry. That wasn’t a slur on your masculinity. Some things obviously never change. I’m dealing with a lot of unknowns here, guys. You’re going to have to cut me a little slack. Seeing as we are letting it all hang out, so to speak, I have one more question. Can you get me pregnant? Are we supposed to use genie Trojans?”

  Hari looked at Alana, an almost wistful expression on his face. “That is not a problem, Alana. We do not have the capability of reproducing.”

  “But you certainly have the equipment. Have you had your tubes snipped—are you on some kind of pill, what?”

  Both men had grimaced and crossed their legs at her questions. A gleam came into Sami’s eyes.

  “Perhaps we should demonstrate for you, Alana. Would you permit that?”

  “Um…sure, I guess. What does it involve?”

  “The bed.”

  “How did I guess that?”

  “And Hari and I,” continued Sami. “With you seated before us. May we show you?”

  He took her hand and led her into the bedroom, where he carefully smoothed back the covers of the freshly made bed. He waved his hand, Hari muttered a few words of a strange language and their clothes disappeared. All their clothes, including her lovely caftan. The bell had stayed put.

  “Hey! What the—“

  “Do not be concerned, Alana, it is a simple party trick of ours. It saves time, too, come to think of it. You shall have your robe returned to you shortly. In the meantime, enjoy the feel of the air against your body. Celebrate the freedom of being unclad with us.”

  Closing her eyes for a moment, Alana tried to stop worrying about her slightly rounded stomach, the scar on her upper thigh and whether or not her buttocks looked lumpy. Celebrate freedom, indeed. Obviously these guys didn’t read Vogue magazine.

  These worries, however, were wiped from her brain as she settled herself against the footboard amidst the covers and watched as Hari and Sami lay down next to each other with a warm smile. The affection they felt for each other was in their eyes at that moment and brought a lump to Alana’s throat, then a gasp as they reached down and firmly grabbed the other’s cock.

  * * * * *

  Alana sat, mouth agape, as the two began to gently slide their hands up and around their semi-erect cocks. Within moments she realized that she could probably drop the word “semi” from her vocabulary.

  Never in a million years had she dreamed that she would actually sit on her bed and watch while two gorgeous hunks of steamy, masculine sex-appeal brought each other satisfaction—with nothing but their hands.

  Fascinated, she inched closer, eyes trapped on the spectacle of two firm male hands slithering up and down and around two engorged cocks. Glancing up she saw that Sami’s eyes had closed, while Hari’s had narrowed to two slits as their hands gripped tighter and moved faster.

  “Come closer, Alana. Don’t be afraid,” whispered Hari, noting her close scrutiny. “Yes. Join us Alana—come and share. Giving pleasure to another is one of the universe’s greatest joys,” encouraged Sami.

  Unable to resist, Alana inched up the bed until she was kneeling between them. They turned their bodies slightly away from each other so that she could have a better view. She gulped.

  The sound of slick flesh rhythmically sliding over slicker flesh was hypnotic, and Alana found herself panting with arousal.

  Sami moved towards her, interrupting his rubbing for a moment to pass his hand across the moisture that was welling from her body. He returned to Hari’s cock and smeared her juices over its length, paying special attention to the ridge and the underside.

  Hari moaned in pleasure and slanted a quick look and a nod at Alana, indicating that she should do the same for Sami.

  “Well, nothing ventured,” she muttered, and following Hari’s subtle message, she passed her hand between her thighs and bent to attend to Sami.

  Imitating Hari’s motions as best she could, she began to smooth the length of Sami’s cock, as Hari gently removed his hand and let her take over. He covered her hand with his and showed her how firmly to grip Sami, and how to run her fingers around and across the sensitive opening at the tip. Sami’s were the groans that now filled the air.

  Satisfied that she had understood the basic principles, Hari moved a little and reached for Alana’s clit. Thinking he simply meant to gather more of her juices, she widened her stance slightly to give him access. Nothing prepared her for the sharp upward thrust of two solid fingers.

  Gasping, she clamped onto Sami’s cock eliciting a similar gasp from him.

  “Oh, God, Sami—I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” she croaked.

  “Only if you stop now…” hissed Sami through clenched teeth.

  Hari’s hands worked Alana with the same rhythm she was using on Sami and Sami was using on Hari—the whole room seemed to be vibrating in time with their movements, and Alana’s cushi bell was ringing furiously.

  Within moments Alana felt the first ticklings of an orgasm, and her muscles clenched. She noted absently that Sami’s hand was working Hari faster, and she tried to copy his rhythm, even though she was distracted by Hari’s fingers pumping into her pussy.

  Apparently, everyone was nearing the peak of their pleasure, because Hari suddenly rubbed Alana’s clit hard with his thumb, and she shrieked as her orgasm hit. Shivering and shaking, and still on her knees, she rolled through the spasms with teeth gritted, hanging onto Sami’s cock for dear life.

  She came down slowly, aware that the two men were simmering on the edge of orgasm—their cocks now fully extended and very swollen, and their balls tight to their bodies. Watching her climax was clearly adding to their arousal.

  Obeying an instinct, Alana bent to where the two bodies were so close and quickly ran her tongue up the underside of first Hari’s and then Sami’s cock. She carefully put her hands beneath their balls and cradled them, rolling them around in her hands.

  They quickly grabbed each other’s cock and with a few strong, intense strokes, Alana could see their climax begin.

  Bodies arching, teeth clenching, they pulled away slightly—buttocks thrusting each cock into the other’s hands. With a loud moan, they came.

  Alana’s jaw dropped.

  Instead of the copious amounts of creamy cum she’d anticipated, clouds of blue vapor were belching out from the slits at the tips of their cocks.

  It was scented slightly with the fragrance of Blue Lotus and glistened where the sunlight bounced off it. It was like a mixture of blue fog and fairy dust. And it had been all over her that first night.

  Chapter 5

  Alana looked at the bodies sprawled across her on the rumpled bed. She smiled at the sight of Hari, head resting on her belly, breath whiffling her mound and hand firmly holding her inner thigh.

  Sami had cuddled under her arm, using her breast as a convenient pillow—his lips so close to her nipple that he could have suckled it without moving an inch. His arm lay heavily under her breasts, holding her to him even in sleep.

  A warm wave of affection swamped her
, and tears rose into the back of her eyes. She wondered at these two amazing beings who, within twenty-four hours, had become practically her entire life.

  Of course that hadn’t been too hard. She leaned her head back comfortably on the pillow and gazed at the few little glistening particles that dotted her ceiling.

  It was Labor Day weekend, so she had no reason to hurry anywhere. The store would be closed for the holiday, and she had her customary week’s vacation planned. Labor Day marked the end of the tourist season, and her business always slowed to a trickle for this month. It was a good time for inventory and traveling to estate sales, picking up merchandise that would sell well in the upcoming holiday season.

  Other than Janet, her friends were busy with their own lives. Most were married, and it got harder to keep up a regular kind of friendship when one person became part of a couple and the other didn’t. Oh, they were all still there, but their lives were taking different paths. Alana wasn’t sure if she wanted to go down that path or not.

  However, Sami and Hari had certainly begun to teach her that she could be a very sexual creature—something she’d never have guessed about herself. Sex, up until now, had been pleasant occasionally, messy most of the time, and once or twice, damned uncomfortable. There was My-Big-Mistake-George who thought that a quick kiss and the fact that he was her neighbor entitled him to bang her up against her own kitchen counter. Then there was Mr-Let’s-Be-Wild-and-Do-It-In-My-Car Michael, who never added that he drove a Honda Civic. It had taken her four visits to the chiropractor to straighten out the kinks. Not to mention that Michael wanted to be wild on wheels because his apartment contained his fiancée, who might have been quite upset at the whole idea.

  Alana grimaced at herself. She’d sure fucked up when it came to fucking!

  Until now.

  Comfortably snuggled between two of the sexiest men this side of—of—well, there weren’t any comparisons, really. She had two incredible, naked men in her bed, and they were devoting themselves to making her feel like a woman. Hah. If she felt any more like a woman, she was going to drown in estrogen.

  A deep feeling of gratitude swelled inside Alana, and she gazed thoughtfully at the two heads tucked onto her body. What could she do for them? Oh sure, sexual things were a given, but there must be something that two genies might like. What do you give a Djinn who has everything? God, and she used to think buying Christmas gifts for her mother was a problem.

  It probably wouldn’t have been a problem if her mother hadn’t critically examined each and every gift and, more often than not, returned or exchanged it. She’d given up a few years ago when her mother had announced she was moving to Florida. Proud of herself for not allowing the consequent whininess to persuade her to follow, Alana now restricted herself to the occasional phone call, cards when appropriate, and quietly relished the non-judgmental life she was now enjoying.

  All of which may have contributed to her lack of interest in things sexual, but didn’t suggest anything to solve her immediate problem—what she could do to say “thanks” to Sami and Hari.

  Then an idea hit her, and a grin crossed her face.

  Easing herself from their tangled limbs ever so slowly, she crept quietly from the room and left them sleeping soundly next to each other like exhausted puppies.

  * * * * *

  It was another hour before the two yawning genies struggled back to consciousness, and fifteen minutes more before they emerged from the bedroom. They were dressed—well, as much as they usually were, undone buttons and all—and they gave Alana matching embarrassed grins.

  “I think that is a first,” said Hari as he moved behind Alana and kissed her cheek.

  “I don’t ever remember napping like that before. Of course I may have, but it feels strange,” added Sami with a puzzled smile.

  “Something smells good. What are you making?”

  Alana turned and surveyed her guests.

  “Okay, boys, you’ve been working very hard for the last few hours—probably the last few centuries—and you’re clearly pooped, or you wouldn’t have napped like that. So I’m declaring a sex moratorium for the rest of the day.”

  “Can she do that?”

  ”I don’t know—and how can we check?”

  “You don’t need to check with anyone. It’s a done deal. I’d have liked to take you out with me, but something tells me that might not work.”

  “You are right, Alana. We must stay within a certain distance of our bottle, or we become reduced to our essence and are pulled back into it.”

  “Hmmm…Well, I can live with that, I suppose. Oh, another question. How do I explain you if my friend Janet drops by? She’s never going to buy some story about plumbing or utilities.”

  Hari and Sami raised their eyebrows scornfully.

  “We are not service people, Alana,” said Sami, a little miffed. “We have many centuries of experience behind us. You would never be able to pass us off as some kind of menial employee.”

  “Sorry—of course, I forgot myself there for a moment. Okay—touchy point…”

  “Besides,” added Hari, “Others cannot see us. We are for you only, and only you can see our presence or feel our touch. For anyone else we do not exist.”

  Alana mulled that one over for a moment then turned back to her task.

  “Well, whatever. Now, you guys are going to experience a real twenty-first century weekend treat.”

  Hari grinned, and Sami started to remove his jeans.

  “No—clothes on for this one, fellas. Follow me.”

  Pouting slightly, Sami followed Alana into her comfortable living room. She had arranged the couch directly in front of the TV and there was a low coffee table between the two. She gestured to the couch.

  “Please, sit, get comfortable.” She padded back into the kitchen, her little bell tinkling quietly inside the sweats she’d thrown on earlier.

  It had started raining a while ago, and the gloom of the afternoon was lightened by the lamps Alana had turned on around the room. Hari looked at Sami and raised his eyebrows.

  “Don’t ask me. I haven’t a clue,” Sami answered.

  Alana came back into the room with an enormous bowl of something steaming and fragrant on a tray with some other little bottles next to it.

  “Popcorn, guys. And a movie…” She waved the remote in the air.

  “Popcorn?”

  “This is corn?”

  “You haven’t tried it, have you?” asked Alana nervously. “I wanted to fix you something you’d never had, and I figured this might be a good start.”

  Sami had picked up a kernel and was holding it cautiously between thumb and forefinger. “What do we do with it?” he asked Alana.

  “You eat it, sweetie…and you can sprinkle things on it. Here…” She took the little bottles off the tray one by one.

  “Here’s hot pepper, garlic salt, chili powder, regular salt and salt-free sprinkles. Help yourself.”

  To say that Hari and Sami were impressed with the popcorn would have been an understatement. Within an amazingly short time the bowl was empty—both having professed a partiality to the spicy combination of chili powder and garlic salt.

  “Now for the next phase,” laughed Alana, reappearing with a cold beer in each hand.

  “Aha—now this we have seen on TV,” grinned Hari, popping the top like a pro.

  “Perfect, Alana…just perfect,” sighed Sami, putting his feet up on the coffee table and leaning back with a smile of contentment.

  “Oh, we’re not done yet,” she laughed.

  Within minutes a large tray of hot buffalo wings replaced the empty popcorn bowl. It was accompanied by fresh onion dip, cone shaped crackers, and an assortment of pretzels, chips, and cheesy nibbles.

  When everything was settled, she stepped over the coffee table in front of Hari and Sami and wiggled her bottom onto the couch between them.

  “Now we can really enjoy the afternoon together,” she said, grabbing the remo
te and searching for her movie schedule.

  “Ah—would this be ‘Vixen Virgins’ by any chance? We liked that one…”

  “Or maybe ‘Dilys’ Dildo’?”

  “Guys—no sex this afternoon, remember my rule.” She bit her lip as she hit “Play” and watched their faces as “Aladdin” filled the screen.

  They seemed unsure when the Genie first appeared on the screen, but within moments the funny cartoon character had them holding their stomachs and rolling with laughter.

  Tears trickled down Sami’s face as he howled at some of the Genie’s antics, and Alana felt amazingly happy that she had been able to offer them this little respite from their duties. The food disappeared, the movie ended, several more crumpled beer cans joined their mates on the coffee table, and Alana found herself surrounded by two contented bodies with cheesy fingers and garlic breath as they channel surfed around the sports networks.

  “Oooh—NASCAR,” Sami pointed at the screen.

  Hari belched quietly. “Heavens, I’m messy. My fingers are yellow.” He stared at them with fascination.

  Sami snickered. “Should have stuck to the hot wings there, Har, see?” And he held out clean hands, which he had spent quite some time licking clean of barbecue sauce.

  “Alana, this has been a real pleasure for us,” said Hari, turning to her with a huge smile. “We will be forever in your debt.”

  “Even if we can’t remember it,” added Sami.

  A quick twist of pain caught Alana around the heart. Oh well, at least they were happy at this moment.

  “We must shower off this cheesy stuff, though, before moving to tonight’s lessons,” Hari said thoughtfully, staring at the empty bowl of cheesy puffs. “I wouldn’t want to get your delightful pussy all cheesy and yellow.”

  Alana couldn’t help an anticipatory shiver as she absorbed his words. She cleared her throat. “So what’s next on the schedule?”

  “Tonight, Sami will continue your sensual class. I will be participating also as we will soon be moving to experiences that will mark your emergence as a truly fulfilled woman,” murmured Hari.

  “Oh! And we’re going to do this, how?”