This one is pure story line and can be skipped if that’s not yer bag

For George, it had been a day unlike any other. Out of the ashes of one of the worst days of his life, in which he had been picked on, scolded, beaten up, and humiliated, sprung a new day that had quickly become the most joyous he had ever experienced.
He had found a magical Persian tar. When played correctly, it unleashed the essence of a sexual genie servant who was bonded to him for life. He had named her Dawn, after her striking pair of light blue eyes flecked with red and gold, which reminded George of a sunrise. The rest of her was just as beautiful. She had long and feathered honey-colored hair, a lithe and curvaceous body, and a disposition so enchanting that one would have trouble not melting into a puddle of hapless goo the moment she said hello. But for George, she seemed to have the opposite effect. When before he had felt meek and timid, he now felt stronger and livelier around her. After spending the day getting to know her, Dawn had revealed to him that she was in love with him. And magical bond or not, she always would be.
After many years of fear and self-loathing, this revelation had a great impact on George. He had never believed that anyone would ever love him. The hope that his bad days were behind him had broke him down. As Dawn hugged him tightly, years of pain seeped into the collar of her light blue pajama top. She had allowed him to feel safe, and their bond had grown even stronger.
Now that his life had turned a corner, George was emotionally exhausted, and not to mention physically thanks to the copious amounts of amazing sex. He felt like he needed a nap. But it was still mid afternoon, and he was worried that if he went to sleep again Dawn wouldn’t be there when he awoke. Instead, he decided a nice leisurely movie would help him rejuvenate and allow him to spend more time with his dream girl. She agreed excitedly as it was to be her first cinematic experience.
“Why don’t you pick,” he offered.
She beamed at him and moved to the DVD collection next to the TV. George loved the way she bent and posed for him as she perused the collection. She would stand on her toes to reach the top of the shelf for some random box and then twist to show off the curve of her perfect butt and her graceful legs. “Hmmm, King Kong…” she said, “nah, too long.” Then she knelt and thrust her ass into the air as she reached for another box, “Saw, eww gross.” She continued through the collection being sure to give George all the best views of her delicious figure. She would make sure the outline of her perky breasts was visible even though she was facing away from him.
Eventually she found a movie that excited her and dived into George’s lap to show him. “Harry Potter?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Please! It looks like fun,” she gave him a sexy pout and bounced up and down, which did wonderful things to her braless tits.
“Okay, okay! Put it in.”
She began to pull his cock out of his pants.
“The movie you little minx!”
“Darn, I thought I had you there,” she laughed. She jumped off his lap and moved to the entertainment center. It took her a few minutes, but she figured out how the TV and DVD player worked and returned to George’s lap.
As the movie played, Dawn watched in complete fascination. She would gasp and clap excitedly at Harry’s victories, and boo his enemies. All the while she would bounce on George’s lap as he wrapped his arms around her taut stomach. She was particularly fascinated by the wands. “Ooh, that is neat! I want a wand George!” she exclaimed.
She stopped bouncing as a sudden realization hit her, “Wait a second … I DO have a wand.” She crawled off of George’s lap and pulled out his hardened cock. “8 and a half inches of pure mahogany,” she said as she stroked him slowly.
George was only beginning to recover, but reached his full length in record time thanks to her expert ministrations. However, he was still a little sore from their previous encounter in which he had, almost literally, fucked her brains out. “Oh babe, I don’t want to tell you to stop but…”
“Do not tell me then,” she interrupted, “just relax and let me give you a little taste of what is in store for you for the rest of your life.”
“But I’m still recovering from last time and I don’t want you to miss the movie.”
“I can do both. And besides,” she flashed him a sexy grin, “you are always just one wish away from being ready.”
He thought for a second, which wasn’t easy at that particular moment, and said, “I wish to be completely rejuvenated so that I can enjoy a relaxing handjob from my beautiful girlfriend.”
The tingle returned along with the flash of gold from her eyes. He felt completely refreshed and his cock seemed even harder then it had been before. She moved in close to kiss him and purred, “Mmm, you are so sweet. I am very lucky to have such a great guy as my boyfriend.” She smiled happily, “I cannot believe I just called you that. You do not mind, do you George?”
“You know I don’t. It’s official now.”
“Could you … say it again?” she said sheepishly. Her eyes glistened from the light of the TV.
George could tell this meant a lot to her. He looked deep into her eyes and said, “Dawn, you are my wonderful, intelligent, beautiful girlfriend, and I am your ever-grateful and completely undeserving boyfriend.”
Dawn leaned in to kiss him again and let it linger for while. She continued to stroke him slowly with both hands as her lips danced across his. George ran his fingers through her hair and caressed her cheek were he felt a little dampness. It wasn’t a lot, but it made him feel really good to be able to make her that happy with so small a gesture. Then he thought that maybe it wasn’t so small a thing. After all, it had meant so much to him just to hear her say three little words.
As they kissed, he thought about what it must be like for her to have to be prepared to be treated like a slave. He just couldn’t think of her that way. If anything, he felt enslaved to her. It was a feeling he relished. He decided then that he wanted her as Dawn, not just his Genie; and that would mean she would have to find an identity outside of her need to gain his approval. He wanted her to love him because he deserved it, not because some Major Genie two-thousand years ago decided she would. It was a tall order, he had no idea how to go about it, but it was something that he felt very strongly about.
In any case, he wanted very much for her to know how much she mattered to him. He just couldn’t think of the right words. He knew what he thought he should say, that he loved her too, but he still wasn’t ready to say it. With nothing else on the tip of his tongue, except hers, he filed the thought away and let himself enjoy her attentions.
True to her word, she was able to watch the movie and give him a stellar handjob at the same time. She had produced a bottle of some gel-like substance out of thin air, and used it to keep him slick and cool. It was very slow and easy, unlike their previous encounters that day which had been explosions of passion, sweat, and screams. As she watched and stroked, she continued her youthfully exuberant exclamations at the movie. Whenever a character would perform a spell with a wand, she would use her “wand” to do the same thing.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” shouted the on-screen Ron.
“Wingardium Leviosa!” exclaimed Dawn, and the bottle of slick gel floated over to her so she could apply more to George’s turgid shaft. The two broke down into hysterics.
After a little more than half-way through the film, George was on the verge of a large climax. Dawn paused the movie so that she could devote her complete attention to him. She knelt on the floor between his legs and continued her slow methodical movements. She looked directly into his eyes and he could see her own passion building up as well. It took him a moment to remember his wish that she feel any pleasure she gave him and realized that she was about to cum too. Still she stroked slowly, though she gripped his cock a little more tightly.
“Oh George,” she said in a husky voice, “you make the best wishes.”
Her lips trembled as she breathed ragged breaths. Her nipples poked through her shirt. She had a hard, glazed look about her. “Cum for me George,” she said in almost a whisper, “Cum all over your girlfriend’s face. Cover me with your cum.”
He felt the steady rush of his orgasm pour through him. He grunted as long white ropes of his cum drenched her nose, chin, and lips. More coated her forehead and cheeks and dripped down in large gobs to the floor. She moaned loudly as her own climax overtook her. “Oh yes! Give it to me George! So much … so much cum!” she yelled as she jacked him off.
George looked down at her lightly glazed face in awe, both of Dawn and her enthusiasm, and the size of his ejaculation. He couldn’t remember ever cuming that much before. He watched her in silence as she caught her breath. Her breasts heaved in her light blue top. Once she regained control of herself she reached down underneath the waistband of her pajamas and dipped her fingers into her sopping pussy. She brought them up slowly to her face where she mixed them with his cum and sucked the mixture off her finger. “Thank … thank you George,” she said with a shudder.
“Um … you’re welcome, babe. Are you okay?”
Dawn continued to suck globs of his cum from her fingers, “Yes, but I think I may have something of sperm fetish.” She giggled as she made more of a mess trying to clean herself up than George did messing her up. Eventually, she gave up trying to get it all before it dripped on the floor and summoned the magical washcloth to finish the job properly.
As Dawn cleaned George first and then herself, George asked, “Was that you or me?”
“You mean that impressive load? A combination really. Part of it was the fact that I am quite good at giving handjobs, another was the fact that you were fully rejuvenated and had been stimulated for a long time. But you have been giving me loads like this all day, this is just the first one you have actually seen.”
George thought back and realized she was right. He had always cum inside her up to that point. “But I’ve never done that on my own,” he said.
“Yes, well, you had never been with a woman before. Your body knows when it is alone. With a partner, our systems go into overdrive. Human systems do anyway. My systems are always turned up,” she said with a saucy grin.
“Well, whatever the reason, that was amazing.”
“Thank you very much, Hotstuff!” She jumped up onto his lap and leaned in to kiss him again.
But then he remembered that she had just been slurping down his cum like she was at a wine tasting and stopped her. “Whoa, whoa. First, I wish for both of us to be completely clean and refreshed so that we can enjoy the rest of this movie together. Like normal couples do, not sex crazed magical Genies and Masters.”
Tingle. Flash. “Thank you! And phooey,” she pouted.
“Hey, I said like normal couples. I think normal couples like to fool around a little during movies. Don’t they?.”
She nearly tackled him and kissed him with infectious enthusiasm. “This couple does!” she said when they finally broke from the kiss.
Eventually, they put the movie back on and actually managed to watch it the whole way through without any more wishes. Though that didn’t prevent them from indulging in a few gropes, fondles, kisses, and embraces. George spent a good portion of the film sneaking grabs at her perfect breasts and butt while Dawn made half-hearted attempts at stopping him.
As the credits rolled all semblance of normalcy evaporated, and the pair dissolved into a sea of passionate tongue twisting. But after a while their kissing became slower and more tender. Dawn surprised him by finding a sensitive spot on his neck where she licked and sucked for bit. The sensations made George squirm and laugh. It wasn’t until the DVD switched back to the title screen and replayed its theme song a few times that they stopped. George held her tightly as she lay on top of him and stroked the silky golden-brown hair that he loved so much. She scrunched her arms up between them and laid her head down on George’s broad chest as she purred softly.
Finally, George asked, “So how did you like the movie?”
“It was great! It was a little preposterous, but so exciting! That’s a fantasy story?” she asked as she turned to meet his eyes.
“Yep, there are bunch more in that series too. We can watch the rest sometime if you like.”
She flashed him a heart stopping smile, “I would like that very much, as long as we can watch them together.” She gave him another sweet peck on the lips. “I think fantasy might be my favorite type of story.”
George suddenly had an idea that was too good to let go. “Dawn, come up to my room. I want to show you something.”
She shivered slightly, “Ooh, goody.”
The two made their way across the house towards the stairs. Normally such an activity would have been quite forgettable. But with Dawn involved, the simple act of moving from one place to another took a great deal of effort. She led him by the hands while she would periodically sneak flirtatious touches to his muscles and his cock. Even when she wasn’t playfully nipping at him, George found it difficult to keep his hands off of her. Dawn went up the stairs first, giving George an unparalleled view of her delicious curves, barely hidden behind her light blue pajamas. Without thinking, George reached up, gripped her butt roughly, and kissed the small of her back. She feigned a gasp and turned around. She sat on a step a few higher then George, spread her legs, and pulled him on top of her, moaning lustfully as they started making out again.
While George was indeed ready for another round of passionate love-making, he had a gift for her that he was certain she would like that wasn’t something he could wish for, and he was very excited to give it too her. At least as far as he could figure, he could only wish for something if it involved love or sex. What he had in mind was more cerebral. But despite his heroic attempts at disengaging from her delectable mouth, Dawn kept him entwined. With no other recourse, George wrapped one arm around her bare waist and swung her over his shoulder. She yelped and giggled and kicked her legs up and down as George carried her the rest of the way up the stairs.
As they entered his room, George slid Dawn off his shoulder until she was cradled in his arms. He then laid her down on his bed gently. She struggled to plant kisses on his face and neck all the while.
He laughed, “C’mon babe, I have a present for you.”
“Really?” she squealed.
“Yeah. But sit right there. I need to do some digging first.” Dawn gave him a look that seemed to say “huh,” but she obeyed. She reclined on his bed, making sure to twist and bend in a way that would give him the best view of her body.
George stepped over a few piles of dirty clothes and almost tripped over the Persian tar which had been Dawn’s home for more than two-thousand years. He picked it up and leaned it against the wall next to his guitar. The ivory carving at the top was still cracked wide up the center. George noticed that Dawn was watching him nervously as he handled the tar and then relaxed when she realized he was merely putting it away.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’m not going to put you back in your vessel.”
Reassured, Dawn smiled and nodded. George moved to his closet and began tossing smelly clothes, shoes, and a few old action figures out of the way. As he worked he asked, “How did you fit in that thing anyway? Even being a gas it still would’ve been a tight fit.”
She giggled a cute giggle, “I was not a gas George. I was raw potential. I was everything and nothing at the same time. You make it sound like I could fill a balloon.”
“You are, at the very least, a force of nature. But seriously, were you hiding in a black hole or something?” he asked as he moved a large stack of comic books.
Dawn watched him very closely, periodically raising her eyebrows at the different items he produced from his seemingly bottomless closet. “Actually, I do not think I have been entirely clear about how a Genie’s vessel works. You see, the tar was not the actual vessel itself. It is merely the doorway to the vessel. The actual vessel is a small demi-plane, a tiny universe completely serperate from your own, which is only accessible through the doorway’s magic. Think of it like this: my vessel is a room with a locked door. This door can take on many forms, in this case, a tar. The key to this door can also take on many forms, in this case, a specific song.”
“I get it … I think. And if someone where to open the door to the vessel without the key…”
“That would be very difficult to do. First, the doorway is virtually indestructible and tamper proof to all but the most powerful beings, and I cannot even speculate as to who those beings would be. Secondly, even if they opened the door to the vessel, the magic of the vessel requires the key for the Genie’s essence to be released. So they would go to a tremendous amount of trouble for nothing. They would find the vessel empty. The only exceptions that I know of are the Genie Kings and Major Genies.”
George took in all that she said in quiet contemplation. The more he found out about Genies, the more he felt like he had won some kind of cosmic lottery. “So what is it like inside this little universe? Are there tons of pillows laying around a giant hookah, like in the TV shows?”
“Like I said before, it is difficult to explain logically. All I can really say with certainty is that I do not want to go back.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, before, I was pure potential. I did not have a personality or emotions or even a body. There was everything, but nothing at the same time. Now that I am fully formed and self-aware, I am afraid that I would be very lonely inside all by myself. I would not be aware of anything going on outside the vessel and I would be afraid that the vessel may never be opened again. And … it is the only place where I could not feel you.”
George paused his rummaging and sat back on his knees. He felt a sudden twinge in his heart at her mention of being lonely. Loneliness was a feeling he knew well. Dawn kept talking.
“Of course, I would go back inside if you wished it. And if someone else somehow managed to open the vessel with me inside, I would still belong to you. It is just that…”
“Dawn.”
“Yes George.”
“I won’t ever make that wish,” he said very sternly, “you’re never going back into your vessel.” He looked over his shoulder at her, “Understand?”
“Y … yes Master. I did not mean to imply that you would. I mean … it would be acceptable if you felt it necessary. I am sorry,” she lowered her head in shame.
George was slightly alarmed at the honorific. He had never been prone to outbursts of any extreme emotion. The memories of his old life, the life before Dawn, had created a fatherly need in him to protect her. But he realized it had come out sounding like a dog owner yanking something out of a young pup’s mouth. He felt terrible for his sudden lack of tact.
He sighed heavily and said, “I didn’t mean it like that Dawn. That was rude and uncalled for. I got carried away. What I meant to say was that I wouldn’t do that to you, not after what you’ve given me, and certainly not after … forgive me?”
Their eyes locked. Understanding and grace filled her countenance. “There is no need, George. You were remembering what it was like to be lonely, and you took a stand against it, not me. I am proud of you actually.”
“Yeah, well, I still feel bad. Don’t really know where that came from.”
Dawn shrugged, “It is fine George, I still love you.”
His stomach did two back flips, “I um … I…” he stammered.
“You were going to give me a present,” she said happily.
He smiled, knowing that she let him dodge the bullet. “Yes indeed,” he said with enthusiasm, “sorry that it’s taking me so long. It’s been a while since I’ve actually used any of them.”
She clapped her hands together excitedly, “You mean there is more than one?”
“You’ll see,” he said slyly.
Finally, he had cleared the debris from around his gift. “Okay, Dawn, close your eyes. And no peeking.”
She smiled knowingly at him and shut her eyes. George had no idea that the act of closing one’s eyes could be so sexy, but then he thought that Dawn could be wearing a HAZ-MAT suit and still look sexy. She reclined on his bed and waited patiently for her next command.
George walked over to her and picked her up carefully. Without any prompting, she leaned her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes still relaxed and closed. He could almost feel the warmth of her smile.
He carried her over to his closet, set Dawn on her feet, and guided her to her knees in front of a wooden, knobby, waist high bookcase completely filled end to end with small paperback books. Creases along the spines indicated that they had been read several times over.
“Okay, open your eyes,” he said quietly.
She did so slowly and examined the bookcase. George stayed quiet as she took in the site before her. “These … these are stories.”
“Fantasy stories,” corrected George. “This is my collection, all my favorites. Whenever I was feeling down I would lose myself in a book for a while until the feeling passed. I used to imagine myself as the heroes in the stories, slaying dragons and saving maidens and whatnot. It would make me feel better, for a little while at least.”
“Why did you stop,” her voice was filled with awe.
“I started to believe that nobody in the real world really thought that way. I would read a story that had inspired me when I was a kid, but when I compared it to my own experience, things just didn’t add up. Good and evil are never that absolute. Love stories are never that simple. Friendships never last that long. It started to make me feel even worse when I kept trying to hang on to those ideas and everyone thought I was stupid.”
He sighed heavily once more, his eyes downcast. “No, that’s not true,” he said sadly. “I gave up. I just, stopped trying. I guess I thought the maidens would rather date the dragons then be saved by me.
But now that I have you, I know that I was wrong. A lot of what I am, a lot of what I hoped to be, is in those books. They taught me about myself. It’s why I know what friendship is even though I don’t have any friends. It’s how I know that if you love me like you say you do, then I should try to be worthy of it. It’s how I know that I don’t want you to be my slave, but my equal.”
George held her. “Dawn, you made me realize how important these are to me. And now I want you to have them.”
“You mean, you are giving them all, to me?” she asked wide-eyed.
“On one condition. When you read them, I want you to think about what the stories mean to you, not just what it means to me that you are reading them. I want you to enjoy them, or hate them, because it is what you feel.”
Dawn wore a look of unabashed wonderment as she ran her index finger along the spines of the books. She stopped at a familiar title and pulled the book free. It was the book version of the movie they had just watched. She stared at the cover lovingly.
He continued, “I know they are just books, but when I saw how much you liked the movie I thought you might enjoy the real thing. And who knows, maybe you’ll find something in those books that will teach you something about yourself, just like they did for me.”
She hugged the book tight across her chest and said, “They are not just books. They are you.” She looked up at him, her beautiful dawn colored eyes glistened, “I will take very good care of them.”
George leaned in and kissed her forehead, “I know you will.”
Feeling very good about himself, George thought he should leave her be for the moment so that she could explore her gift more completely. He stood up and surveyed the devastation in his room. Unlike the mess in the kitchen, this one was completely his own doing. Even before he had emptied his closet to clear a path to the bookcase, the place had looked like a war-zone, with old action figures acting like generals directing their armies of books over mountains of dirty clothing. Now it looked like the proverbial bomb had gone off. He had resolved to give the place a thorough scrubbing when he heard Dawn’s voice behind him.
“George,” she said in her now familiar sultry tone, “I have a gift for you too.”
George turned around and almost choked on his tongue at what he saw. Dawn was at the entrance to his closet dressed in an almost perfect recreation of a Hogwart’s uniform. It was made even more perfect thanks to the alterations she made. Rather than looking frumpy, the costume was cut to hug every inch of her perfect body. Her long shapely legs were made even more so thanks to a pair of black pumps and white knee high stockings. The skirt was definitely much shorter than any respectable witch would have worn, stopping just before her lightly tanned mid thigh. Her blouse acted more like a corset than a blouse and pushed her large perky breasts up higher then usual. With the top few buttons undone, the view was mesmerizing. Rather than a cloak, she wore a long silk scarf that blended blue, red, and gold in horizontal bands up its length. It flowed in two long tendrils down her back. Her skirt and tie matched the scarf’s colors, although the tie looked quite comical nestled uselessly in her cleavage. All told, George thought she looked dazzling and his throbbing cock poked noticeably against his sweat pants in response. He stood their dazed with his mouth open.
“You like?” Dawn asked as she pranced around in a tight circle to give him all the best views. Her scarf twirled around her in graceful swirls. Her pleated skirt flared up and George caught sight of her white panties.
George tried to say, “Ohmyfuckingodyes!” But what he actually said came out even less coherent than that.
Dawn gave him a heavenly laugh and said, “I will assume that was an affirmative.”
George nodded dumbly.
“But this is not the complete extent of my gift. How would you like to go there?”
“Where? Too Hogwart’s?”
She nodded.
“You can do that?”
“With a wish, Yes. I said before that I could create fantasies for you without limit. The only stipulation would be that there would have to be sex involved.”
“Oh, darn,” he said jokingly.
She laughed again. “I have to warn you though, while you are in the fantasy, time will pass in the real world. An hour in a fantasy would amount to roughly an hour in our world. Of course, as your mastery of my powers grows, and your confidence in yourself grows, that ratio would change in your favor. Also, there is a limit on the amount of time you can spend in a fantasy. You opened my vessel just under 18 hours ago, so you have accrued 18 hours of fantasy time.”
“Okay, I don’t want to stay there for a full 18 hours. Maybe an hour or two would suffice.”
“That should be fine. Right now you can experience a single fantasy up to six hours long, but again, that should get longer as we spend more time together and the more confidant you become. Oh, and you cannot experience more than one fantasy in any 24 hour period, to prevent you from spending too much time in a fantasy world.”
“This is one of those weird Genie rules isn’t it?”
“Yes, sorry George. It was put in place long ago, because a few Masters refused to deal with the real world and retreated completely into their fantasies. These Masters were powerful men with tremendous responsibility. Trapping themselves in a fantasy was not healthy for anyone. It is something I do not have a control over.”
Despite his limitations, George was very excited about the prospect of living out the fantasies from his books, “So, if I wished to fight some orcs and then make love to you dressed up like an elf for six hours, you could do that?”
Tingle. She smiled happily and said, “Yes, that would be fine. That sounds like a lot of fun actually. And I wouldn’t really be dressed up like an elf, I would be an elf. However, for any fantasy I would need to have a basic script of events and any other details you feel are important.”
“Well right now I am feeling inspired by your ‘uniform’. What do I need to do?”
She leaned in and rubbed his erection lightly through his pants. She bit her lip as she said softly, “Why don’t you get comfortable, and then you can tell me what you dream about. Then, I will make your dream come true.” She had that look in her eye that George had come to recognize as her unbridled affection.
George felt a little weak-kneed as she pulled him down low enough so that she could kiss him deeply as she continued to caress his member. She pushed him backwards lightly until he hit the bed and fell backwards, pulling her on top of him. His stomach did three back flips.
She straddled him, “So George, are you comfortable yet?” she asked.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so comfortable being so uncomfortable in my entire life,” he said breathlessly in between kisses.
“Then would Master like to be less comfortable?”
He just grunted in confirmation.
Without her moving from their kiss, George felt his pants slide down and his hard cock enter her slick warm tunnel. She didn’t ride him so much as milk him. He could feel her walls slowly pulse and pull and tighten around him. The thought occurred to him that her panties should have been in the way, but quickly dismissed it when he remembered she was genie. He thought she could probably still be wearing her panties and just make them immaterial or something. He swooned as he imagined the lengths that Dawn could and probably would go just to fuck him.
Over the next half-hour, George relayed to Dawn a fantasy that been swimming in his head for a while. Dawn continued her slow milking, increasing her intensity as George relayed some of the more lurid details. He had been resisting the urge to reach up and play with his most favorite pair of breasts in the whole world because he didn’t want to mess up her uniform. But he couldn’t hold back as their mutual orgasm approached. She feigned indignation as her tie and blouse were hopelessly disheveled by George’s large hands, but the sensations quickly melted her coherence. Even as big as George’s hands were, the flesh of her breasts overflowed and spilled out between his thick fingers. Minutes later, they both finished riding out the crests of their equally earth-shattering orgasms.

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I am going to be blunt here I am dyslexic, my spelling is going to be ropey and my grammar just plain bad but as I only learnt to read at 14 I don’t really care. If you don’t want to read it don’t but if you do don’t tell me at the end to learn to spell. This was more about me writing something for myself than anyone else. Oh and if you read it and I have used the wrong word over and over let me know, I once handed in a project with practical instead of particle every time and it is always nice to know when I go wrong.
I am also not sure what I should put these as because they are based on my life but I have move around some of the events and places and people to make it easier to put down on paper.
Regards Rave
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To spend one night with a girl like Rebecca.
The estate was violent, so kids had to sign up to the local gangs for protection. However for the gangs to work as any form of organisation it needed money and they could only get the money by committing crimes. But that was ok because the was a nice little niche in the drug trade for them to fill, the dealers needed people to sell on the street and the addicts need some they knew to buy from. The problem was that to sell drugs you needed a place to stand which meant that you needed territory. However the was other gangs that needed to same territory to make their own money so violence was used to hold the streets. For that the gangs needed Boys but that was ok because the where plenty of kids to sign up for protection ageist the violence of the other gangs.
That was why I was stood on this roof top, this block of flats where the highest point in the estate and it was part of the Dead Heads territory and we called it Heaven. I was good at violence and I was here to become better. The other members of the gang on the roof top where elite and if their training of me worked and I learnt to control my rage one day I would be too. That was my dream when I was young, I was still too young to dream of getting out of that god forsaken hell whole but sooner or later all of us do.
Taz stood in front of me, hand lose, ready. Cain and Lacy stood at my shoulder to stop me when it happened and it was going to happen. Bob, Mark and Bex stood by the door to the roof. Bob was the boss, leader of the Dead Heads and Mark was his second and Bex was his younger sister. I was Bex’s lad, I didn’t fool myself into thinking that she was mine but as long as she found me fun I got to sleep with her.
Mark began a slow count 1… Taz slapped me hard 2… He hit me again, I could feel the resulting bolts of adrenaline running though me 3… My body tingled and I felt the heat of my rage roll out from my chest 4… I felt the world slow down around me as the spike of adrenaline took me 5… I watch his hand move through the air lazily, I could have dodged with ease now but that wasn’t the point of the training 6… My body felt light me, limbs numb 7… All I could hear was the rushing of blood in my ears and the pounding of my heart in my chest 8… The edge of my vision turned red now it was just a matter of holding out before I went over the edge into madness.
I could no longer keep to the count, my body screamed at me to tear Taz apart. I began to breathe deeply slowly getting harder becoming almost a gasps. I began to bear my teeth each outward breath became a growl and still I let him hit me. My hands were shaking as I looked down at them, the tremor was spreading up my arms, and I couldn’t show that weakness here. I clenched my hands into a fist to stop them shaking, that felt good, felt right, felt strong I looked back up at Taz and the world went red.
I came back to the world lying on my back, the three older lads held me down. I fought them for a second before I remembered who I was and what was happening. I relaxed as much as I could, the bitter taste in my mount started to appear as the spent adrenaline made itself known.
“How many?” I asked my voice horse, I must have been screaming at some point, sometimes that happened.
“37 hits” replied Mark as he came closer. 37 was good, it had been more than a month since I started this training the first time I had made only 9 before losing control. My face burned from the slaps but I felt good, I smiled at Taz, at 14 he was the closest to me in age there, his nose dripped blood so I had got him before they stopped me. He smiled back, we where friends now, he had put allot of work into training me in the last month and 37 put me only 6 short of Bob’s own record. They hadn’t just helped me to hold off the rage but how to bring it on, the burn was not as clean but it still worked. I was becoming one of them a Berserker.
They got off me and I tried to stand but my legs wouldn’t hold me so I sat on the ground as the others laughed around me. Bex knelt and cradled me head between her breasts, she was turned on by any violence and love to watch me lose control. Her hair was now blue and I knew the pubic hair would match.
“Last time I saw you this spent we had been fucking for almost 2 hour” She giggled. I remember that night well and I still had the bruises to remind me. She liked to play rough and liked her play things young, she was strong and muscled and had enough kinks for 10 girls but the pain was worth it.
“Just give me a sec and I will be ready for another 2 my Mistress” I panted. Bob kicked my leg.
“Play nice, she maybe older than you but she is still my little sister”
“Alreet Boss”
“Well if you are not going to let me have fun here I am going to take my toy and go home” Bex said and dragged me to my feet.
I waited to get the nod from Bob before I let her pull me towards the stairs, I really have no idea what would happen if he ever said no. There was a flat on the second to top floor that the gang “owned” as a place to cut and count. It was high enough that it was easy to defend and to hide if the police ever took an interest. Not that the police would, so long as the gangs kept to the estate and the other poor parts they didn’t take an interest. The lads there let us in without any questions, it was because of Bex, they all feared her, but I was now someone to watch myself and my rep would have gotten me in.
The bed room in the back was grubby and small but I didn’t care we had done it in worse places in the last month when the mood took her. She drove me into the wall with her forearm across my throat choking me, she liked to choke it gave her power. I held my breath and let my hands wander her body until they found the zip on her pants. Once I began to slip them off she let me she broke away from me. I sucked in sweet oxygen not sure how long until she would deny it to me again. I could feel my rage at the back of my mind but I had learnt to let it feed into my lust and right now there was allot of that.
“I don’t get naked first, it is a rule, you know that Rave” She scalded. It was another one of her power plays but what made me more fun that the other young lads she could have been fucking was that I push back. I ran at her pushing her back onto the bed, we wrestled trying to pull off each other’s cloths, she was stronger than me but I was getting closers. I claimed her T-shirt but that exposed her great little breast, I was just a boy I couldn’t help staring at them jiggle. The moment’s distraction was all she needed, she flipped me face down on the bed and pinned me. She pulled my clothes off quickly and stood up to look at me.
“I think your body is getting better” she said. It was true, I was putting on height and muscle and was getting chest hair, I was becoming a young man. She pulled down her pants and knickers leaving them in a bunch on the floor. She was a force to be reckoned with naked, a dangerous combination of feminine curves and hard muscle. She pushed me back down onto the bed straggling me smiling down at me. She kissed me hard and deep, her tong forcing itself between my lip and my own tong moved to meet it. Her fingers found my nipples and twisted them painfully and a growled into her mouth. Before her I had never found pain sexy but now it was and my cock was fully erect. We didn’t do oral sex as she wouldn’t be put in the submissive position without my hands tied and after the first time I wouldn’t let her do that and I would not give if I didn’t get.
I spun her over so I was on top, she hated that but I wasn’t going to give her time to complain or force me off. I lined up fast and slide into her, she moaned at that and sunk her finger nails into my chest. They weren’t long enough to draw blood but that didn’t stop Bex from trying as we increased in tempo. I leaned in a kissed her as the pleasure started to build, she bit my lower lip and laugh when I pulled back. She rapped both hand around my throat and squeezed. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care, if she was going back to choking me then she was closer than I though.
I slipped my hand down her body and my thumb found her clit, I move it fast coursing waves of pleasure to fun though her body. I needed to finish her quickly as my vision began to black and my lungs burned for breath. She peaked with a scream more animal than human. Her body went rigged and her cunt contracted almost finishing me but I held out. Her body sagged and her arms feel sideways. The rush of air back into my body set my skin on fire and pushed me to new highs of pleasure and I came. I lay down on top of her with a moan. I rolled off her and just held her. She may have liked to be rough in sex but she liked to be held and stroke afterwards. Of course if I told any of them she would beat me into a comma. After about 10 minutes she let go and sat up.
“It is my birthday next week” I said “would you like to give me present?”
“What do you have in mind? Something kinky, right?” She laughed
“Well it is something that we haven’t done before, I want to have a date with you Bex. Fucking you is great but I have nothing of you afterwards. I want to do it slowly, without the bruise, I want to be something more than just a quick shag” I growled trying to hide my embarrassment at this show of emotion.
She looked shocked and just stared as I put on my cloths and started for the door, well I guess that was it for playing with Bex.
“I will do it” She shouted as I opened it. I looked over my should “it is your birthday after all”
“Thank you lover” I said and she blushed.
I got home as it was going dark, home was a small to bedroom apartment with paper thin walls and a decaying smell that my dad work every hour of under the sun to keep, we owned the places now but it wasn’t worth anything. My dad was there, an older version of me, I hadn’t seen him in three days but he did ask where I had been. He didn’t mind the gang stuff, until my mom left he had run with one but after he couldn’t afford to get arrested so he gave it up to look after me. If he had not been a father he would still be a thug but instead he was an office boy who spent his time hiding his own rage. Truth be told the money I was now bringing in from the gang was a real boost to our living.
“Da I need the flat on Wednesday can you lose yourself for the night?” I asked
“Alreet ar’kid I was going to hook up with Wendy on Tuesday but I will ask her to move it” Wendy was I lawyer at his work she was married and about a dozen rungs up the ladder from my dad but like to slum it. She never came near to the estate they just met in hotels that she paid for so they could fuck.
“Tar da I have a girl coming over” I didn’t say Bex as it wasn’t needed.
I headed for my room and knocked on the wall. The knock came back a moment later, the walls really where paper thin and my best friend lived on the other side. Her name was Faye, she was my age, a pretty little red head with just too many freckles and she had live next to me for the last 5 years, there was nothing romantic with us just someone to talk to through the wall. I sat there with my back to the wall and talked to her, we told each other everything. I told her about Wednesday night and she might want to go somewhere. Which she laughs at. And then I sit there until her breathing becomes long and slow.
“Good night ar’Faye” I said and went to bed.
School was a drag but all gang members still of age went, it wasn’t about education but school was a perfect place to make money. By unwritten law gang violence didn’t happen at school, argument where between gangs where dealt with outside. Not that one on one fights didn’t happen it was just not a free for all. My job was simple I made sure people paid for cans. It cost 50p per can from the school diner and tuck shop we sold for 40p and cost we got them in bulk it cost us 23p per can. The profits weren’t as big as cigarette, alcohol and drugs but it was safe and was a constant flow of cash. I just sat a watch, to keep people in line.
However much I hated school the problem was I was good at it. I was top of my year in maths and sciences and I could do most other stuff if someone read it to me. English was hard as I had problems but it was the only one I put work into and the only subject that the teachers liked me. Most of my friends in my year had yet to roll the dice and join up but most would at the next full moon so they hung around the other Dead Heads. Big Bad Bob’s and his sisters interest in me had gone around the other gangs on the estate as had the story of the fight with the Hell Boys so each had someone watching me. The gangs from the Hall and the Waz and the Mains where almost as interested in me but that was because they feared any unity of the estates gangs and we would wipe the floor with them if we didn’t have each other to keep down.
I really hated being followed around school like that but then again we did the same to the other gangs.
Wednesday came, it was my birthday but it didn’t do much for me. My friends may be nice to me but there was no money for presents for none family. My dad had left for work by the time I got up and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night by arrangement, he had left a note wishing me a happy birthday and a lucky night. He had left me £20 which was more than he would have ever spent on a present. School passed I a blamer, Taz gave me beats but no one else had the balls to do it and I had to sit through my form singing happy birthday badly.
I went home to get ready, I spent most of the £20 on stuff for the night. I put on my good cloths, most of the estate people own a set for weddings and funerals. Mine where purchased with room to grow but now they were really too small for me but there would be no money for new ones not for some time. I picked up the flowers and chocolates I had bought her. I walked to Bob’s flat, it was a good one, and knocked.
It was answered by Bob’s mother, she was a living legend on the estate her husband had been a real life bank robber before he got shot on a job in Liverpool. She had moved back to the estate where she was born to raise her kids. No one ever came back once they left but she had because it raised kids to be hard.
“Hello is Rebecca in Mrs Adams?” I asked, she just smiled and lead me into the living room and left me there to go to a back room. Bob came out and sat opposite me.
“My little sister has not been on a date in 3 years so you best treat her nice or I will break your legs Rave, understand?” I had been having sex with his sister for more than a month, she was more than 3 years older than me and could beat me into a bloody mess herself. I think Bob said it because it was what brothers where supposed to say and he was simple so he said it. But he was right if this went badly it would hurt Bex and he would break my legs, if I was lucky.
Bex walked in the room and me breath court in my throat. “You look simply amazing, the dress looks beautiful” I said with a stammer. I had never seen her in a dress before, I had never really seen her as a woman before, but she looked like a dam fine one. The dress was blue to match her hair it was long and flowing, but as it was Bex she still ware trainers. I gave her the flowers and the chocolate, they were cheap and tacky but for the estate it was a big romantic gesture. She seemed to love them and had to go back into the kitchen to put the flowers in water.
I took her to the best chippy in the estate, it wasn’t in the Dead Heads territory but I had put the word out that any one came near us I would make it my life’s work to hurt them down. It wouldn’t have worked if I hadn’t said it with my foot on the chest of one of the young hot shots of the Bad Dogs. We where watched all the way but none of them came close. I got fish and chips twice spending the rest of my birthday present.
I took her back to my place and sat and eat the food to candle light, well tea light light, and talked. It was the first time we talked, she was smart and funny and some way naive. She hadn’t been on a real date before most lads where first scared of her brother and where now scared of her, so she used young lads for fun. But I was scared of no one. I had got Asti and we drank it out of mugs. I paid her compliments as often as I could think of them.
We sat hugging on the coach and watch a chick flick I had rented. I didn’t like it but she did and that is what mattered. She laid her head on my shoulder and I could feel her smile. The credits rolled and she took my hand and let me lead her to my bedroom.
I began to take off my clothes when she stopped my “what do you think you are doing”
“You don’t get naked first, that is a rule, and I want to make this night good” I said
“You always liked to break the rules and for one night only there aren’t any rules. Now come over here and take my clothes off” She said.
I kissed her, there was no tongs, no biting just lips press together. Lighting shot though my body from my lips to my toes. It wasn’t the most passionate kiss I ever shared with Bex, it wasn’t the most fun but it was the best. I ran my hands along her back until my right found the zip to her dress, I slid it down till it stopped at the top of her arse crack. The dress fell to the floor in a cascade, she wasn’t wearing a bra I don’t think I ever remember I time I saw her in one. “I think your dress looks far better on my floor don’t you” I slid her onto the bed and kissed her on the collar bone, she moans loudly and I stopped.
I stripped as I knocked on the wall “Faye can you fuck off for a hour or so, it may get a little noisy” I said
“Well I will it is just… um… do I have to?” She asked “It is just that Bex is like the hottest girl I know, I hearing her having sex is such a turn on, Please?”
Bex smile up at me “I needed to do something kinky if I am going to keep my reputation, Hell Yer!” she shouted at the wall.
I started kissing her breast, from the outer edge I spiralled into the middle, once I got to the nipple I moved to the other, I did this three times to her gasps and moans until she could take the teasing any longer. Once I reach her nipple she grabbed my head and held it in place. Her nipples where small and sensitive, I had always wonder how sensitive but I found out. As I sucked hard her moaning stopped and her body tensed, she had just peaked from just her nipples, it was small and weak but it had happened. I looked up into her still stunned eyes “Now that is one”.
I started to kiss down her stomach, letting my tong run around her navel. My fingers found the waist band of her knickers and pull them down, there was a difficult moment when my knees got in the way of them but I managed to move without my tong leaving her skin. I moved down lower and she gasped
“I thought you wouldn’t give if you didn’t get”
“Are but you forget, for one night only there aren’t any rules.”
I was young and clumsy and to be honest it was only the 4th time I had eaten a girl out but I had energy and enthusiasm and was willing to take direction. I knew how Bex’s body worked by now I could follow the little signs it gave. I kept it slow, teasing, until her body was begin to beg of release. I placed my lips on her clit and sucked. She exploded with a scream of ecstasy, juices following freely down her legs which I liked of her willing. I moved back up and kissed her so she could tasted herself on my lips “Now that was two”.
I had been hard from the moment she was naked, all I wanted to do was fuck her but I had spent more than a month learning how to control that part of myself. I slipped into her slowly inch by inch until I felt our perverse touch. I pulled out only a small away and trust again. I wanted to be as deep in her as possible while we made love. Time slowed but in a very different way to what I was used to, it was like being enclosed in a golden halo of light. There was no one else just her and me. It is the first time in my life that I can remember feeling rage. There was no rage, no lust only closeness. For that short time, that night, Bex was as much mine as I ever was hers.
I know it was minutes but it felt like hours before I reached climax. I came deep inside her and that set her off, the real world came rushing back with her long moan of pleasure. It was the best sound I ever heard. I rolled off and just lay there holding her and stroking her hair.
She leaned up and kissed me on the check, running her fingers through the scars on my chest. She was crying but weather it was joy or sorrow for the girl called Rebecca that had been lost to the gang member called Bex I will never know.
“Now that was three” she whispered and snuggled up next to me.
“That was soooo Hot” came a small voice from though the wall. We both laughed.
“Goodnight Faye” I said with a smile and went to sleep in my lovers arms.
The morning came too fast and I woke up to Bex. I was her plaything until she got tired of me or found someone better. I was fine with it, I think now I loved her but back then it wasn’t so clear, because I wasn’t just her plaything. I meant something to her and that was all that mattered.
I walked her home as the sun roses over the estate. And I was glad for the drugs and the gangs and the violence because they had let I guy like me to spend one night with a girl like Rebecca.

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