For this chapter, I decided to have a little fun with the fantasy in the first half, setting it in the Star Wars universe. In case it isn’t clear, for the first portion, Burke is Mike and Kana is Melody. No song titles for this chapter, so please sit back and enjoy!
An Unforgettable Melody Ch. 04
Sand. Sand. Sand everywhere. Such was life for Burkateer Lark.
Eighteen years ago, he had been a promising seven-year-old Padawan learner in the Jedi Order of the Old Republic. That, of course, was before the betrayal of Darth Vader and subsequent formation of the Galactic Empire. On that fateful day, his master, Cin Dralig, had gotten wind of the betrayal and impending attack on the Jedi Temple. Though his master had tried to send the boy away on his own to train, Burke had convinced Dralig to come with him, reminding him that it was the prudent move. Burke finally convinced him upon receiving an emergency transmission from Master Yoda that a backup plan was in the works, instructing the pair to flee.
They went into hiding on Tatooine in the desert surrounding Mos Espa. For five years, Dralig taught Burke all he could, before succumbing to disease and old age. Though a talented Jedi, Burke’s training was nowhere near complete. He improvised as best he could, learning to use the Force in any way he could think of. Ten years after first arriving on the planet, Burke’s experience with the Force had increased to the point that he could sense the presence of other Force-sensitives. One day, while practicing this ability, he was able to detect a strong presence on the same planet, out beyond the Dune Sea.
Deciding to investigate, he traveled for three days before detecting the source of the presence in a tiny, ramshackle hut. The occupant must have felt his presence as well, as Burke soon found himself under attack. To his surprise, Burke found his blade locked with none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi, the great general of the Clone Wars. His mood brightened at finding a fellow survivor of the Great Jedi Purge, and Burke introduced himself as the pupil of the late Cin Dralig. The news of Dralig’s death caused a great deal of sadness in old Kenobi, who had served alongside him many times over the years.
Burke trained for several months with Kenobi, quickly becoming more proficient in his use of the Force. Despite Burke’s effort and dedication, both he and Kenobi knew he would never be powerful enough to stand up to the Empire. Raw potential had never been his strong suit, not like Master Yoda or Anakin Skywalker. Kenobi confirmed for him that Yoda’s plan was still in the works, and involved an individual with sleeping potential in the Force, perhaps greater than even Skywalker himself. Proclaiming his training complete, Kenobi bid the young Jedi farewell, and he returned to his makeshift home in the desert canyons near Mos Espa.
A few years later, Burke could no longer sense Kenobi’s presence anywhere on the planet. When word arrived in town a few months later of the destruction of the Empire’s super weapon, the Death Star, Burke couldn’t help but chuckle.
That wily old dog still managed to get one over on them.
Now twenty-six and content in living a simple life, Burke spent his days working as a mechanic for a local junk dealer named Watto. He had a rough outer shell, but Burke rather liked him, and could that tell the poor Toydarian had lived one of the unluckiest lives imaginable. Many years ago, he was the most successful junk dealer in town, until he lost his best mechanic and slave, along with his life savings, in an ill-advised podrace bet. Though still gruff, Watto’s heart had softened with humility in the years following the loss. He paid Burke as best he could, enough for him to make ends meet.
Outside of work and keeping up his Jedi skills in secret, Burke spent his free time at the local cantina. While he normally tried not to associate with the seedy individuals frequenting such an establishment, he kept coming back, in large part due to the owner and barkeep, Kana Croft. She was a stunning vision of loveliness, kind and welcoming to boot, and was right about his age. He could sense that she was quite infatuated with him from their first meeting. However, Burke knew full well the oath of celibacy inherent in being a Jedi, though if any could bring him to turn away from the oath, it would be her. On many occasions, he had considered doing exactly that, seeing little reason for him to still hold firm to Jedi principles. Still, for some unknown reason, he resisted.
This particular day seemed as uneventful as the last. He had finished his work for the day and walked into Kana’s cantina. She waved him over to his favorite barstool, smiling and running her hand through that gorgeous red hair of hers as she did so.
“The usual, sweetie?”
“Not today, thanks, Kana. Been pretty hot out there, so just some ice cold water for now,” he replied.
As soon as she had delivered his drink, Burke sensed a dangerous presence approaching. With a casual glance over his shoulder, he saw a trio of Stormtroopers entering the cantina. Keeping his mannerisms as calm as possible, he used the Force to listen in on their conversation.
“Who are we after again, Captain?”
“A Jedi. Vader found out that Kenobi was hiding out on this planet, so there’s got to be more. He said he felt the presence of one in this town.”
“Dead or alive?”
“He doesn’t care, and personally, I’m keen to go with whichever option gives us the best chance of surviving. So, dead then.”
Turning back towards the bar, Burke could now see the concern and worry spreading across Kana’s face. Signaling her to come close, he whispered to her, “Don’t worry, they’re here for me.”
Trying to keep as straight a face as possible, she replied, “You? What do they want with you?”
Sighing, he sensed that after knowing her for three years Kana could be trusted with his secret. “I’m a Jedi.” As she pondered his revelation, he continued, “I have to get out of this system as fast as possible. I have a ship hidden out in the canyons. Please, I need your help. Do you have a back door I can use?”
Considering her options for a moment, she made her decision. “I’ll do you one better. I’m coming with you.”
Glaring at her with a look of concern, he said, “No way, this isn’t your fight.”
Placing a gentle hand on top of his, she leaned even closer. He could smell her sweet perfume wafting from her neck. “I helped two Rebellion spies escape capture last year,” she revealed. “It’s only a matter of time before they come for me. Please, take me with you.”
Relenting, Burke nodded. He stood up, moving as if he was going to relieve himself. As he approached the back door, he heard Kana approach her coworker.
“Take over for me please, I’m going on break.” He then heard her whisper to the worker, “The twin suns are setting.” Catching up with Burke, Kana explained, “My friend has known for some time I’d need to make an escape at some point. That was my goodbye to her.” Before they exited out the back, she pulled out a DL-44 blaster from a drawer in her office, holstering it at her right side.
As the pair stepped out into the dusty streets of Mos Espa, they began to make their way towards the city gates where Burke’s X-34 speeder was parked. The large crowds of shoppers and day’s end travelers made their progress quite slow. Nearing the gates, they noticed an increase in the amount of Imperial troops patrolling the area. However, they kept their cool, walking as if they were on business. But with the gates in sight, a passerby bumped into Kana, knocking her over in such a way that she pulled Burke’s jacket open and revealed the lightsaber clipped on his belt.
“Look! There’s the Jedi! Shoot to kill!” a Stormtrooper shouted.
In the blink of an eye, Burke drew his weapon, igniting the blue blade. “Kana go! Get to the speeder!”
As a trio of Stormtroopers open fired, Burke deftly deflected their shots back at them, killing one of the three. Taking advantage of their surprise, he leapt at the remaining pair, landing between them and executing them both with a horizontal spin. He deactivated his weapon and sprinted for the speeder, pulling out with Kana right as reinforcements were arriving. Flying through the desert, Burke’s speeder was soon rocked by a near miss of blaster shots. Kana peered behind them to find two Imperial speeder bikes in hot pursuit.
Burke warned, “We’ve gotta lose them before we hit the canyon, or they’ll track us right to my ship.”
Pulling out her blaster, Kana took careful aim at the speeder bikes, glancing one with her first shot. These pilots were better than most, tough, and managed to stay on target. Changing tactics, she now fired a quick series of shots at both of them, breaking them up and bringing one of them alongside the speeder. She steadied her aim against the hull, aimed dead center, and fired twice, knocking the pilot off of his ride.
“YES!!!” Kana squealed.
“Nice shooting! Second one’s on our six!”
As she was attempting to get a clear shot, the second pilot showed his extreme skill, weaving back and forth to avoid her sights.
“Dammit! I can’t get a clean shot, he keeps evading!”
“Ok, I’ve got an idea.” Burke lowered the front windshield and sharply veered right. “Get ready to fire straight ahead!”
He then leveled out and immediately hit the brakes, causing the biker to zoom past them. Burke then sped back to full throttle so as not to lose him.
“Ok, he’s dead center, get ‘im!”
Kana took careful aim and fired two shots into his rear engine. As smoke billowed from the bike, it exploded in a ball of fire.
“Got it!” Kana shouted.
“Scratch two! We’re clear, let’s get off this planet.”
Entering the mouth of the canyon, Burke navigated the speeder through the maze of rock formations before arriving at secluded outcropping containing his ship.
“Nice ride…” Kana marveled.
“Yep, she’s a Defender-class, custom built for the old Jedi Order. After my master and I escaped the Great Jedi Purge in it, we worked to modify the hell out of this baby. Added a powerful cloaking system, made it undetectable to anyone. Once we’re in space, nobody will find us unless we want them to.”
Burke activated the entrance ramp, anxious to get on board and take off. But in the worst turn of events imaginable, the hydraulics malfunctioned, leaving the ramp stuck halfway open. As the pair worked to reactivate the lift, Burke began to feel an ominous presence approaching.
“Get that ramp working, now,” he warned Kana. She nodded, frightened by his change in demeanor.
As Burke stood facing the narrow entrance to the outcropping, he heard a distinctive sound growing louder by the second. The closer it came, the clearer it was what was approaching. He had heard the stories in the cantina. He knew the distinctive breathing sounds. Soon, Burke stood face-to-face with Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith.
“Fascinating…” came the voice from within the mask. “If I am not mistaken, I am now addressing Burkateer Lark. It seems that the Padawan has gained some slight skill.”
Burke shot back, “Darth Vader. You smell better than the stories of you describe.”
Eyeing each other for a few moments, each was aware of the likely consequences of this encounter. As Vader’s gaze shifted to Kana, working in desperation to repair the ramp, Burke instantly drew his lightsaber.
“You leave her out of this,” he threatened. “She has nothing to do with us.”
“If that is what you wish,” Vader said, igniting his crimson blade, “then you know what you must do.”
Using his quick thinking, Burke began to size up the pending duel. Vader was renowned for his strength and physical prowess. His reach and height would also be his advantage, as he had a good eight inches over Burke. Vader was, however, known to be rather slow on his feet. His suit also made it impossible for him to use any acrobatics, even with the help of the Force. That would have to be Burke’s edge: mobility.
Vader lunged forward, opening with an overhead attack common to his fighting style. Burke defended with little effort, though he could feel Vader’s power, even in his simplest strikes.
Damn, he really is strong.
Now knowing a head on assault would put himself at a distinct disadvantage, Burke began his hit-and-run tactics. As Vader upped the tempo of his slashes, Burke started using a simple yet effective strategy. Defending each strike so as to redirect, rather than block with brute force, he continually sidestepped, encircling Vader in the process. This style was also common of old Kenobi, who was renowned for his defensive capabilities back in his prime. As Vader began to realize this and changed his attacks to precision strikes assisted by the Force, Burke somersaulted over his opponent. Striking at Vader’s back with a horizontal strike, he was amazed at how the Sith Lord defended by simply flipping his lightsaber over his shoulder, effectively executing a no-look one-handed block.
The stories don’t do him justice.
Burke knew Vader enjoyed toying with his prey before closing for the kill. As the Sith turned to face him, the young Jedi knew he had to formulate a victory condition before said toying ended. Resuming his assault, Vader now began striking from multiple directions in quick succession, drawing from the combat techniques of his youth. Beginning to spin his saber in his hand, the power of his slashes skyrocketed, forcing Burke to use full acrobatic maneuvers to evade them. Needing something to tip the scales in his favor, remembered the bag of supplies in his speeder.
Force pushing Vader back to give himself a moment of breathing room, he focused with all his might, drawing on the Force like never had before. He extended his hand and called his master’s old lightsaber to him from within the bag. As Vader recovered, he ignited the bright green blade in his left hand and assumed a protective stance with both sabers horizontal, one high and one low.
Undeterred, the Sith Lord continued his power attacks. Burke, however, was now able to defend much more effectively with his second blade, resuming his encircling strategy. Soon, he was able to press his own attack, and the Jedi began to drive Vader back towards the mouth of the outcropping. As they dueled, Burke heard the most wonderful sound in the galaxy: The entry ramp of his ship opening at last.
Realizing that his prey was close to escaping, Vader pressed his attack once more, forcing Burke to evade with a series of backflips, keeping his dual sabers in prime position to protect himself while in the air. As he moved the duel towards the ship, Kana boarded and began the take off sequence. Burke found himself defending a frenzied barrage of attacks, resulting in the destruction of his master’s lightsaber. Now forced into a saber-lock with Vader, he barely managed to disengage, back-flipping onto ramp of his ship as it took off. In the process, Burke took a nasty slash to his left thigh from Vader’s lightsaber. As he staggered up the ramp and into the cockpit, Burke began activating the cloaking systems while Kana programed the hyperdrive coordinates.
“I have a friendly contact on Corellia. How bout we head there?” She inquired.
“Let’s do it,” Burke replied.
Two minutes later, they had made the jump to lightspeed, cloaked and undetectable to all hostile ships. Panting and sweating in the pilot’s chair, Burke couldn’t believe he had faced the most feared warrior in the galaxy and lived to tell about it. Kana turned to him, her mind running a mile a minute.
“I can’t believe all this… you, a Jedi… those Stormtroopers… him… it’s all too much…”
Rubbing her shoulder, Burke responded, “It’s ok. You’re safe now.”
Nodding, she suddenly noticed his leg. “Oh my god! You’re hurt!”
“Nah, it’s nothing,” he tried convincing her, but his wincing at her touch was too obvious.
“That is most definitely NOT nothing! Come on, to bed with you.”
The ship now on autopilot, she brought the injured Jedi to his quarters, seating him on the edge of his small bed. Inspecting his leg, the cut didn’t appear to be too deep, but the slash itself had nearly cut his pant leg clean off. She tore the last bit of fabric from the leg, exposing him up to mid thigh.
“There’s a med pack on the wall with some bacta fluid in it,” he directed her.
She slipped his boots and socks off, took the medicine from the med pack, and began to treat his wound. It stung at first, but the soothing motions of her hand slowly began to relax him. With his wound now clean, she bandaged it up, and sat next to him on the bed.
“You’re pretty lucky, you know. The cut wasn’t too damaging, but a centimeter or two more, and he could have completely severed your muscle,” she said.
He shrugged. “Comes with the territory. The Jedi Knights, guardians of peace and justice, no matter what.”
She gazed into his deep blue eyes, dumbfounded. “You still believe that after all these years? After everything that’s happened?”
He smiled. “It’s all I’ve ever had, all I’ve ever wanted. That is, until…” His hand moved on top of hers. “…Until you.”
As the tension between them reached a fever pitch, Kana could hold herself back no longer. Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him with passion, wanting nothing more than to love him. Though he was hesitant at first, he soon began to reciprocate her feelings, running his hand down to the small of her back. She swung her leg over to straddle him on the edge of the bed, cupping his face in her hands as she continued their lip lock.
“Burke… I want you to know. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re a Jedi. I’m not some swooning girl wanting to throw herself at you because of what you did for me today. I… I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first day we met.” She began to slowly unbutton her dark blue work shirt, “And, if you’ll have me, I know you’d make me the happiest girl in the universe.”
As she finished unbuttoning herself, she left the shirt hanging loose, barely covering her tantalizing breasts. Resuming her kissing, she ran her hands over his face and down to his strong neck. She started grinding her hips, being careful not to rub against the cut on his lower thigh, and could feel his enormous cock growing hard against her.
Breaking their kiss to come up for air, Burke gasped, “I… want you too. God, I’ve wanted you for so long. I know I’m not supposed to, that it’s not the Jedi way, but, back in the canyon, you were the reason I survived. During that duel with Vader, I kept thinking of you, knowing what would happen to you if I failed.” He moved his hands under her unbuttoned shirt, caressing the small of her back. “You were my strength. Through you, I was able to do things I never thought possible. If that’s not the true nature of the Force, I don’t know what is.”
He drew her close, kissing her lips. Running his hands up her back, he began to slip her shirt off of her. She shrugged her shoulders as he did so, allowing the blue garment to fall to the floor of the ship. Her bare breasts now exposed to him, she took his hand and placed it on her left tit. As he began to fondle her, his left hand moved up to run through her deep red hair, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. She threw her head back, allowing him to begin kissing her neck, slowly working his way down to her chest.
Arriving at her bust, he lingered for a moment in the valley of her breasts before taking her left nipple in his mouth. He heard her gasp in pleasure, which only spurred him on further, working her right nipple with his fingers as he lightly sucked. After several minutes of this teasing, she could handle no more; she had to have him. Sliding off his lap, she leaned over him and lightly kissed his lips before slipping her hands underneath his dusty brown shirt. Pulling it up and over his head, she exposed his strong chest, hardened from his years of training in secret.
With a seductive giggle, she pushed him onto his back and worked his belt before pulling off the remainder of his loose black pants. Now with the man she desired naked and at her mercy, she figured she should return the favor. Smiling with a look of lust in her eye, she kicked off her boots and undid her belt before turning her back to him. Looking over her shoulder, she could see how much he was enjoying the show. Unzipping her black pants, she bent over as she slid them off of her, shaking her ass ever so slightly as they fell.
Now exposed to him, she approached the foot of the small single bed, slowly and lustfully crawling towards him. She hovered over him, teasing him for a moment before he pulled her face to him, his kiss showing more passion and desire than he had displayed thus far. Moaning in delight, she was pleased to feel his hand traveling down her flat stomach, soon arriving at her pussy lips. As he stimulated her clit, soaking his fingers in her juices, she kept up their kiss and began to stroke his cock. She was surprised at first by its size, at least seven inches long and quite wide.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, she couldn’t resist purring, “Now that's my kind of lightsaber…”
Slapping her behind playfully, he shot back, “Very cute. How long have you been waiting to use that one?”
Giggling, she replied, “The lightsaber pun? Since you told me you were a Jedi. Playing with it? Since I first laid eyes on you…”
Resuming their kiss, she straddled him with care, making sure to keep her weight off of his legs. As she braced her hands against his strong chest, he guided her by the waist to align with his cock. She began to lower her dripping pussy onto him, moaning in satisfaction. A huge smile spread across her face as she started bouncing along his shaft, her incredible tits swinging with her pace. She opened her eyes and gazed into his.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this,” she whispered. “Some nights, when I couldn’t sleep,” she said, beginning to play with her own nipples, “I couldn’t help but pleasure myself… to you. Hearing your voice, imagining your hands all over me… some nights that was the only thing that got me through.” Leaning forward, her impressive breasts dangling in front of his face, she continued, “But the real thing is way fucking better than that…”
Unable to control himself any longer, he grabbed hold of her tiny waist, holding her above him, and began to pound his cock into her at breakneck pace. Her moans of pleasure and ecstasy only spurred him on, refusing to give her even a moment’s respite. She needed him, as he needed her. As the pair began to climax together, he pumped his last, expelling his seed into her womb with a guttural moan…
Looking up at her, panting and sweating, Melody smiled right back at Mike.
“Welcome back,” she purred.
Greeting him with a sweet kiss, she marveled at the fantasy the pair had experienced. “You are a very fun and creative master,” she said, poking his nose playfully as she lay on top of him.
“What? Because of my nerd fantasies?” Mike asked, his consciousness beginning to return to him.
Giggling, Melody replied, “Of course. Many who experience fantasies can’t think of anything outside of the sexual part of things. You, on the other hand, had a compelling story, interesting characters, not to mention some hella good action.”
Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes a bit. “So, were we actually having sex, since our characters were in the fantasy?”
“No. In essence, we were both asleep on the sofa the whole time. Now that the fantasy has ended, though, we can still feel all the effects of the fantasy, as you can likely tell. For example…” She leaned close to his ear, whispering, “I can still feel your throbbing cock in my pussy.”
Squirming at the mental image, Mike asked, “Is that why my boxer briefs are soaked in my own cum?”
“Well, I don’t know… lets check and see.” Slipping his gym shorts down to his knees, she revealed his flaccid cock, still coated in his stickiness. She began to lick his shaft like a lollipop, moaning in delight. “Mmm… this is definitely your cum. It tastes wonderful.”
Seeing as it was nearing 8:00, Mike decided a little evening relaxation was in order. “I wish for my sexual energy to be recharged so I can enjoy a nice, long, relaxing handjob from my gorgeous girlfriend.”
Mike’s cock rose to full attention, and Melody pulled him to sit up straight on the sofa, handing him the TV remote.
“Why don’t we see what’s on while I grant your wish?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Mike flipped through the channels before settling on channel playing Seinfeld reruns. As they watched, he couldn’t help but be impressed with Melody, who was able to take in the sheer ridiculousness of the show while never missing a beat of her masterful handjob. She stroked him at a perfect pace, occasionally paying attention to his bulging head before traveling lower. He could tell she was making sure he enjoyed the ride for as long as possible, not that he was complaining.
Mike did have a hard time paying attention to the show on TV, as Melody’s black satin robe had begun to slip down to her shoulders, revealing the tops of her incredible breasts. They jiggled and bounced as she reached over to the table, pumping some lube from a bottle on the coffee table.
That wasn’t there a minute ago, was it?
She gave a wicked smile, rubbing her hands together and coating his cock with the cool, slick gel.
“Ooh, that feels nice…” Mike murmured.
Resuming her stroking, she giggled. “Thought you might like it.”
A moment later, the next episode of Seinfeld started up. Hilariously, it was one of the most famous episodes ever, “The Contest.” As the characters made their bet to see who could go the longest without jacking off, Melody couldn’t help but laugh.
“You know, you’d win that contest hands down.”
Cocking his eyebrow, Mike replied, “What do you call what you’re doing right now?”
“Partner masturbation, silly. The bet is on self gratification.” She giggled, continuing, “In all honesty, you may never need to jack yourself off again.”
“Well I am still a guy, but with an all-powerful sex genie as my girlfriend, I suppose anything’s possible,” he mused.
By the end of the episode, Mike could feel his orgasm beginning to build. Melody muted the TV and kneeled in front of the sofa before him, gazing into his eyes as she increased the speed of her pumps. Her satin robe still hung by her shoulders, obscuring her tits a bit. As Mike stared at them, she got an excellent idea.
“Wanna fuck them?” she asked in a sultry voice.
Stunned by her naughty suggestion, Mike could only nod affirmative in response. Smiling, she shifted to rise higher on her knees, pulling the bow on her robe and letting it fall to the floor. She picked up the bottle of lube from the coffee table, squirting some on her hands and beginning to sensually rub it all over her magnificent D-cup tits. She seemed to be enjoying herself, as she couldn’t help but tweak her nipples as she lubed herself up, gasping in response to her own hands. Mike thought for half a second that she might have overdone that reaction for his benefit, but then thought better of it; he knew from firsthand experience just how sensitive her nipples were.
With her breasts now properly lubricated, Melody pulled him forward in his seat so that he was slouched a bit with his ass right at the edge of the sofa cushion. As she leaned over his groin, Mike remembered her blowjob from yesterday.
“Headband please.” Her black headband reappeared, ensuring a perfect view of what was to come.
Moving her impressive globes over his cock, she began to rub it, first with her right, then her left. Increasing the speed of her alternations bit-by-bit, she was soon practically motor-boating his cock with her tits. She soon slowed her pace to a stop before positioning her breasts above his engorged member. Squeezing them together at the front, she formed a tiny tunnel in her cleavage that she could fuck him with. She pressed her bust down on the head of his cock, taking him between her glorious tits. Seconds later, his tip reemerged from her valley. Holding him there momentarily, she gave the head of his cock a quick kiss, giggling as she did so, before deciding it was time to take him to the moon.
Melody now began to slide his cock in and out of her cleavage at a moderate pace, her gaze never leaving his. Mike was completely speechless; he didn’t know what was sexier, the titjob, watching the titjob, or the incredible look of lust and desire on her face. Her emerald eyes locked onto his, her speed now increased to a manic pace, causing his eyes to bulge in surprise and pleasure. He didn’t dare look away; he didn’t want to miss a single moment of this mind-blowing experience. As her breathing became deeper and huskier, that wicked grin continuing to grow bigger on her face, Mike knew he didn’t have long.
“If you keep… that… up… you’ll have one… helluva mess… to clean up,” Mike managed to gasp.
“That’s the idea.”
Keeping her tempo high, Melody finally pulled her trump card. Squeezing her breasts as tight as she could, she craned her head down and licked the tip of his cock each time it neared her. The combined visual and physical sensations were the final straw, causing Mike edge past the point of no return. Melody, sensing his end was near, increased the ferocity of her bobbing to a point no normal human could ever hope to sustain. Staring straight into his eyes, her own full of insatiable lust, she was unable to even utter a word of prodding before he began his eruption.
Mike grunted and moaned in ecstasy, never averting his gaze from the incredible sight in front of him. As he spewed stream after stream of thick, juicy cum, coating Melody’s neck and gorgeous tits, his passion was only prolonged by her unbridled joy in causing his orgasm. Finally coming down from his climax, he managed a few breathless words.
“That’s one hell of a grin. Which do you love more? Making me cum, or being covered in it? I honestly can’t tell.”
Giggling, she wiped a dribble of his cum with her middle finger and licked it clean, her eyes never leaving his. “Both.”
“Well, I wish for a warm, moist towel so I can clean up my exceedingly dirty girlfriend. And once I’m done cleaning her up, it’s her turn…”
Mike now held a green towel, steamed to the perfect heat and wetness. Leaning forward on the sofa, he began wiping the valley of her cleavage, working between them and up to her chin. Sweeping the front half of her neck, he then sensually began to clean her shoulders, kissing her forehead in the process. Making his way down to her tits, he cleaned them one at a time, paying extra attention to her nipples. As she squirmed in anticipation, he cupped her face in his hands. After a long kiss, he wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her up and onto the sofa in one swift motion.
As Melody laughed in surprise and excitement from his sudden exercise of control, Mike knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, as she had done a few moments before. Running his hands along her inner thighs, her eyes rolled back into her head, savoring the moment. He pulled her forward on the sofa, her pussy now resting at the edge of the cushion, and reached his hands up to fondle her breasts and nipples. Kissing her legs and working his way toward her damp pussy, he could see how horny jacking him off had made her. Tracing her outer lips with the tip of his tongue, he took in her delicious juices, bringing a smile to his face.
“You taste… so good,” he whispered.
“R-really?” came her surprised reply.
“Mmm hmm. It’s like honey, or sweet nectar. It’s intoxicating. Addictive.” He licked her between each of his descriptions.
“Well, then… quit talking and make me cum already…”
Resuming his worshipping of her womanhood, he began lapping at her from the base of her lips all the way up to her clit. Although she squirmed and buckled, Melody did an admirable job of helping him stay on target, placing her hands on the back of his head and running her fingers through his hair. He smiled to himself, proud of his ability to make her lose control, and slipped his middle finger into her dripping slit. Hearing her breathing become more labored at the dual sensations occurring, he then began flicking her clit with his tongue. Soon, he realized that his tongue’s stamina wouldn’t allow him to keep this up much longer. Until, of course, he remembered that he was eating a sex genie.
I wish any time I pleasure you that my tongue would never run out of strength.
Tingle. Flash. Done.
Now reinvigorated, Mike’s tongue licked and flicked with drive and purpose, only to be satisfied when Melody became a moaning puddle of orgasms. Sensing from her vocalizations that she was getting close, he now began sucking her swollen clit and curling his finger to massage her g-spot. Melody’s eyes bulged, her hands latching onto the backrest of the sofa in a death grip. With a few final tickles of her g-spot, he blew an intense stream of cool air on her clit, sending her over the edge, screaming and moaning all the while. Her sweet juices gushed from within her, soaking the sofa and sticking to Mike’s stubble. She twisted and writhed, her words little more than incoherent babbling. After a solid five minutes, she finally came back down to earth, seeming to be in a trance. Mike moved to sit next to her on the sofa, kissing her cheek.
“I love you,” he whispered. The words themselves were enough to send her rocking into spontaneous mini orgasm.
“Holy shit! I came again, and you didn’t even touch me!”
Chuckling, he started, “Well, that’s because I lo-”
“Stop right there mister!” she interjected. “I believe you, I love hearing it, but I can’t really handle another one of those right now.”
Relenting, he sat back on the sofa as Melody rested her head on his shoulder. Sighing in contentment, she asked, “So, what’s going on for tomorrow?”
Going through things in his head, Mike responded, “Well, no formal rehearsals this week with my audition this Friday and… oh crap.”
Mike sighed, mad at himself. “I have the biggest audition of my life in less than a week and I haven’t practiced in two days. In professional music, that’s like a supermodel going to get a Big Mac. You just don’t do it.”
Running her fingers through his tussled hair, Melody purred, “Oh, my poor, poor Master. If only he could realize the full potential of his genie’s powers to balance his work and sex lives.”
“Wait, are you saying you can help fix this? I thought your powers were only for sexual purposes?”
Nodding, she replied, “They are.”
Now thoroughly confused, Mike asked, “Then what wish could you possibly grant that would help in my music career and the upcoming audition?”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not allowed to tell you that. You have to answer that question for yourself,” she said, frowning a bit. “But I can tell you that you have made a wish of this sort today. A wish where I was able to affect something not inherently sexual because the wish itself was erotic in nature.”
“Hmm… do you mean the shower and hot water?”
“Wonderful, Master!” she applauded. “Yes, I was able to conjure up hot water because it was for the purposes of facilitating sex. I can’t help you with your wish, but if you do things right, you can fix your practice situation with little effort.”
“Ok, let me think…”
Mike pondered the situation for several minutes in silence, running through different scenarios in his head. Half a can of Coke later, he had arrived at a wish he thought might fit the bill.
“Alright, I think I have a wish. Let me know if any of this won’t work,” Mike said. “I wish for all my musical abilities, range, stamina, tone, technicality, musicianship, and so on, would increase every time we have sex, experience a fantasy, or are intimate in any way, shape, or form. The increase would be no less than the benefits I would receive from a day of practicing, and potentially more, depending on the intensity of the sex. All that within your abilities?”
With a sly look on her face, she responded, “Yep, I can do that.”
His eyes lit up, showing his extreme pride in having found the solution she had alluded to. “Oh, one other question. Is it possible to retroactively apply the effects of this wish to all our encounters since I first met you?”
Melody closed her eyes for a minute, appearing to search for an answer in the deep recesses of her mind.
“…Just barely,” she finally replied.
Mike now felt the tingling envelope his lips, lungs, and mind. He felt great, as if he could perform a three-hour recital right then and there, no warm-up required.
This is gonna come in real handy…
“I take it you’re pleased?” Melody asked, running her hands over his chest.
Taking her hands in his, he kissed her knuckles sweetly. “Very.”
She giggled. “Well then, it seems we have quite a bit of ‘practicing’ to do this week, don’t we?”
“Yes, yes we do,” he said, laughing. “In all honesty, though, there’s still no substitute for real honest hard work. Especially when it comes to career-defining auditions.”
“I suppose that’s true. And step one is a restful night’s sleep, correct?”
Seeing that it was now nearing 10:00, and his plan had always been to get up early on Monday for a long day of preparation, he agreed. The pair strolled back to their bedroom, turning off all the lights in the apartment as they passed them. Melody hung her black robe up on a door hook, and Mike discarded his boxer briefs in the laundry hamper. Crawling into their king-sized bed, Melody snuggled up into her favorite position in the world: curled up in the crook of Mike’s arm, her head on his chest.
“Want me to wake you up again tomorrow?” she asked.
“Sure,” he said, smiling. “6:30 work for you?”
“Sounds wonderful,” she said with a contented sigh.
Mike reached over to switch off the lights, curling up with the girl of his dreams in his arms. Minutes later, they were sound asleep.