The Jean Genie – Part 1 (Fixed)
Introduction:
A Metal-Head teenager finds just about the best pair of jeans ever.
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Before we begin this story, I should probably tell you about myself. My name is Ryuugo Tsukibasa (pronounced “Ree-you-go”), and I’m 19-years-old. My heritage is mostly Japanese, but the only thing about my family now is our names. I have long, shaggy black hair that usually covers my deep blue eyes. I’m 6’5″, and rather skinny. I’m not overly muscular, because I never bothered to participate in Phys. Ed. in school, but I do go for a jog every morning evening to keep from getting fat. I wasn’t very popular in my last school. Don’t get me wrong, I had plenty of friends. It’s just that the kind of people we are… aren’t overly loved by the other kinds of kids in school. We’re what everyone calls either Goth, Emo, Scene, Mosher, you get the gist. We prefer the name Metal-Heads.
The reason I talk about school in the past tense is because I got expelled. I got into a fight with Chett Anderson, the stuck-up rich kid bastard jock that kept pushing me and my friends around like we were his toys. I’d had enough of it and made a stand. I miraculously broke his nose, to my surprise as much as everyone else’s, and I walked away unscathed. But that’s why I was expelled. I had to say goodbye to my best friends, the school I went to, and the town I grew up in. It was just dumb luck that we had to move to accomadate my Mom’s new job in California. And the day we move in is where this story begins…
I was sat in the passenger seat of my Mom’s car, with my 18-year-old sister Saki in the back, as we followed the moving truck to our new home. I had no idea what to expect, so I was hoping for at least a half-decent house and a half-decent room. We saw the truck stop suddenly, so we copied and climbed out of the car. I looked over to the house we stopped outside and I was gobsmacked. It was like a miniature mansion; three-stories high, wide and lengthy on each floor, a backyard pool, and a balcony attached to each bedroom on the top floor. My mother saw my stunned reaction, as well as my sister’s, and she giggled, “What? You didn’t expect something this glamourous?” She locked the car as she began walking to the front door, and my sister and I followed quickly.
The inside of the house was bigger than it appeared from the outside. I instantly began my exploration of our new domain, starting from the top floor. There were three bedrooms, two facing the pool, and the third facing the neighbourhood. One of the poolside rooms was the master bedroom, so Mom would naturally have that. I then yelled down the stairs, “Dibs on the other poolside bedroom!” And I got a response of my sister’s audible groan and my mother’s giggle.
I explored the rest of the house, mentally listing the rooms; an extra room on the top floor, 4 rooms on the middle, and on the ground floor, a joint kitchen-diningroom, another 2 rooms and a bathroom on each floor. I met Mom in the backyard as she was staring out to the ocean that was only a 10-minute walk from our home. My voice seemed to startle her, as if she was in some sort of trance. “Hey, Mom, since there’s plenty of spare rooms, can I have one them as a den of sorts? I could have it sound-proofed so that I don’t disturb anyone with my drumming.” She smiled her motherly smile and replied, “That sounds great, sweety. I paid the truck driver to leave the truck with us for a while, so we can decorate our rooms before moving all our stuff inside, okay? Go get Saki and wait by the car.” I nodded and ran back inside, finding Saki rooting through the kitchen’s cupboards. “Yo, Sis, Mom said to wait by the car. We’re gonna go get paint and stuff for our rooms.” She hopped down off the counter and squeaked, “Okay.” She made her way down the hall, with me behind her.
It was around 10pm by the time our rooms were decorated and had our stuff inside them. I assessed the appearance of my new cave; black painted walls, charcoal carpet, band posters plastered on the walls, black desk with my computer and speaker systems set up, a chest of drawers for my underwear, a bedside table and a closet with my band t-shirts, jeans and hoodies inside. I smiled at my work and walked to my door when I heard my Mom’s voice, “Alright, kids! Pizza time!” I was about to make my way downstairs when I noticed something on the ceiling of the hallway. A small door. An attic.
There was a string dangling from it, so naturally, I pulled it, and the door opened, unfolding a ladder attached to it. I yelled down to Mom, “I’ll be down in a minute!” I climbed up the ladder into the darkness above. I pulled my phone from my pocket and turned on the torch, scanning the room. It was completely bare, apart from one box that sat in the corner. I quickly grabbed it, climbed back down and hid the box under my bed. I’d check what was inside it later. I closed the attic door and made my way downstairs as the smell of pepperoni pizza invaded my nose.
After dinner, Mom and Saki were exhausted from the move, so they both went to bed early. Perfect, I thought, now to see what’s in that box. I crept upstairs, careful not to wake the other two, and retreated to my room. I switched the light on and pulled the box from under my bed. The lid was covered in a thick layer of dust, and after wiping it all off, I took the lid off to find a dusty pair of black jeans. I checked the waistband, and they were huge. I put them on for my amusement and started brushing off the dust. Suddenly, there was a copious amount of dust swirling around my body, and I felt the jeans shrink to fit me perfectly. Then, two clouds of dust flew out of the pockets and merged, before a blinding flash of light burst out of the dust. I could then make out the sillhouette of a person within the dust. A female.
The dust cleared quickly, and this dream of a woman sat before me, kneeling on the carpet. She had waist-length, jet black hair, and her skin was almost as white as snow. Her clothes seemed like that of an Arabic belly-dancer. They were sheer, thin, and didn’t cover much apart from the private areas. She opened her blood-coloured eyes and looked up at me before smiling, “You have freed me from the Seal of Denimius. Thank you ever so much, Master.” In my state of disbelief and shock, I collapsed, unconscious.
I was awakened moments later by someone shaking my shoulders lightly. My eyes slowly opened to see the mysterious woman that had appeared before. I sat up instantly and backed away a little, out of caution and slight fear. I managed to pant my words, “Who… who are you?” She smiled warmly at me and replied, “I am the Genie that was sealed within the Cursed Clothing by the Seal of Denimius.” I looked down at the jeans I’d put on and asked, “Uh-huh… So you’re a Jean Genie?” She giggled and nodded, “In a way, yes. By wearing the jeans, you broke the seal and freed me from the prison within. You have my gratitude and my loyalty.” I looked at her, slightly confused. “I’ve read up on stuff like this. Do I get three wishes? Are there rules I have to follow in my wishes?” She returned a look of confusion and said, “No, Master. I can grant as many wishes as you want. And there is no limit to what you can wish for.”
I still didn’t believe what was going on, so I chuckled and muttered, “If what you’re saying is true, then I wish for $100 in each pocket, all in $10 bills.” She grinned at me and clicked her fingers. Instantly, I felt my pockets bulge, so I dug my hands in them and pulled out two little rolls of notes. I unrolled them and counted them; each roll was $100 in $10 bills. I put them back in my pockets and remarked, “Okay, I believe you now. So, tell me everything I need to know about being your Master.”
She nodded and laid out the info. “You can control me, summon me, and dismiss me as long as you’re wearing the jeans. Or even just in contact with them. That’s the only thing there is to it, Master.” My eyes widened as I said, “That’s it? Huh… I wish that I can control, summon and dismiss you from any of my jeans.” She smiled and clicked her fingers, “Wise choice, Master. This way, no-one will be suspicious of why you only wear one pair of jeans.” I nodded and then said, “I want to sort some things out, so I wish that no matter how loud we are, my Mom and Saki don’t wake up until the morning.” She clicked again. I then dashed into my sister’s room and yelled at the top of my voice, “YEEEAAAAHHH!” Nothing. She didn’t even roll over.
I returned to my room and apologised, “Sorry, just had to make sure. Now, follow me to the bathroom. Time for a few changes.” She blushed as I took her hand and led her to the next room. I stood in front of the large mirror for a few seconds before taking off my shirt. I looked at her reflection as I spoke, “First, I wish that I was more muscular, but not too much. Next, I wish I was a couple of inches taller. And then, I wish that I can never get sick or injured.” She clicked three times, and in a puff of smoke, the wishes became reality.
I was a little taller, I had a six-pack and my arms and shoulder were stronger. I flexed a little, happy with what I saw. I then looked back to her before saying, “Next, I wish that my penis was 10 inches long and 2 inches wide when soft, and 13 inches long and 3 inches wide when hard.” She blushed as she clicked again, and I felt the crotch of my jeans tighen as my member grew. Knowing that the wish had worked, I kept rolling with the wishes. “Now, I wish that every female between the ages of 16 and 40 found me insanely attractive.” She clicked again. I knew I’d have to wait until the next day to test that one out.
“Are you happy with the changes I’ve made, Master?” I turned to face her and replied, “Of course I’m happy. Thank you, Genie.” The Genie nodded and blushed at my gratitude. Then, a flash of realisation came to me. “Do you have a name? Or do I have to give you one?” She tilted her head slightly as she answered, “My original name is Sharik-alil. But it’d be best to rename me to suit today’s society.” I nodded and though for a moment before commanding, “Alright, from now on, you shall be named Kazumi. It’s Japanese for ‘harmonious beauty’.” She smiled brightly as hugged me tightly, “Thank you for such a wonderful name, Master!” I hugged back, blushing slightly at the fact that her large breasts were pressed against my bare chest. “Speaking of names, you can stop calling me Master. Call me Ryuugo instead, okay?” She nodded happily as we returned to my room.
I asked her awkwardly, “Kazumi, do you have a problem with… performing sexual acts?” She shook her head, “If it pleases you, then I will do anything for you without hesitation, Mast- I mean, Ryuugo.” I smiled at that and said, “Alright, Kazumi, I wish that I was naked, laying on my bed on my back, with the jeans underneath me, and I wish that my cock was extremely hard.” She clicked her fingers, and in a puff of smoke, I was in the position I described, with my 13-inch member standing proud.
She was stood at the side of the bed, still clothed, so I then said, “Next, I wish that you were naked too. And I also wish that I could control when I ejaculate.” She clicked again, and she stood before me, her magnificent globes seeming to defy gravity, her round, perfect ass begging to be pounded. Then I said, a little shakily, “Now, I wish that you’d give me the best blowjob ever. Oh, and I wish that when I ejalucate, it’s always in huge amounts.”
She clicked and climbed on top of me and began kissing and licking my member up and down, looking me in the eyes. I groaned at the pleasure she was giving me as she worked my rod, before taking the head in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip, and then bobbing down all the way to the hilt. I could see a large bulge in her throat, amazed at the fact that she could take all of it. She began to increase her pace as time ticked on, and after 30 minutes of sucking, licking and kissing, I decided that it was time for her to taste my seed.
As soon as that thought flashed across my mind, I started erupting in her mouth, and she took me all the way down her throat again. I didn’t stop cumming for about 2 minutes, and she swallowed it all like a pro. She slowly raised her head from my cock, letting it slide out of her throat and mouth with an audible pop. She smiled up at me and, licking her lips, asked, “Was that good for you, Ryuugo?” I was panting heavily from the pleasure, as I replied, “That really was… the best blowjob… ever. Thank you… Kazumi.” She nodded as she blushed, and I was ready to make another few wishes. “Next, I wish that I had unlimited stamina, and could stay hard for as long as I want. And I wish that any pleasure you feel is multiplied by 10.” She clicked, and I was suddenly filled with energy.
My cock hardened instantly as I looked down at her and said, “Now, get on top, Kazumi. I’m going to fuck you now.” She grinned widely as she hopped up and said, “I’d like nothing more than that, Ryuugo.” She positioned her opening on the tip and began to slowly sink down, moaning loudly. After I was 4 inches in, I felt a slight barrier. “Kazumi, are you a virgin?” She kept moaning as she nodded, “It’s part… of owning me… You get to… take my virginity…” I looked at her, cosumed in lust. I then said, “I wish that you’d never feel and pain, and feel pleasure in its place.” She clicked, and at that, I grabbed her curvy hips and slammed her down on my cock, balls deep, tearing away her hymen.
She screamed in pleasure as my fuckstick filled her up completely. I moaned in ecstasy as her pussy gripped me like a vice and rippled around me. “Fuck, Kazumi! You’re so tight, I love it!” My hands still on her hips, I began to move her up and down, thrusting in and out of her hole hard, both of us moaning to the rooftops. We fucked for hours, and when the sun was starting to rise, I had her in missionary position, pounding her relentlessly, with one hand on her hip, and the other massaging one of her tits. I decided that we’d done enough screwing around (literally) for one night, and I let rip inside her, gushing like a firehose.
When I pulled out, lots of my semen poured out of her well-fucked pussy. I rolled off her and laid next to her on the bed, panting. “That was outstanding, Kazumi… I love you so much…” She looked at me and smiled brightly with tears in her eyes as she replied, “I love you too, Ryuugo…” We embraced in a deep, passionate kiss, and when it broke, I said, “I wish that we could sleep until 9am, and feel absolutely refreshed when we wake up. Oh, and I wish that Mom and Saki think of you as my long-time girlfriend.” She stared at me with adoring eyes as she clicked, “Do you think of me as your girlfriend, Ryuugo?” I nodded and she cuddled up to me as the wish took hold of us and we fell into a wonderful slumber.
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Part 2 out now!
