Just Lovely

A Sexy Erotic Story with a bit of silly.

Sally turned at the sound of the chauvinistic whistle. And as she stared at the man and his puckered lips she had one of her artistic psychic impressions. She and this man were naked and some strange man was standing with them.

Sally couldn't resist. She had to walk back to this man who had whistled at her. Staring at him, she wondered why she'd had the psychic vision of being naked with this man. He wasn't bad looking, but he was a stranger.

Sal reached out his hand and told the young woman that his name is Sal. Sally grinned and told him her name as her hand touched his hand. Then she had another psychic vision.

In this vision Sal looked somewhat different. The side of his head was missing hair. It was so odd.

Of course Sal didn't know what was going through Sally's mind. He couldn't see inside her head. Narrowly avoiding the death penalty, he had learned from a previous incident 200 years earlier not to try that again.

Sal and Sally started walking together. They found themselves in front of a jewelry store. And in the jewelry store Sally found herself looking at different pieces of jewelry and repeating over and over again, "This piece is just lovely. Just lovely."

“Which piece do you think my future wife would like as a gift,” Sal asked.

“I think your fiancée will love this diamond and ruby pendant.” Sally said and then thought to herself. “He is engaged. Fuck. Why are all the good ones either engaged or sitting in some Sports Bar getting drunk with their homophobic boyfriends.”

Sal told the sales clerk. “I would like to buy this $300 pendant.”

Sally thought to herself. “He didn’t even ask for a discount. The man has money. Son of a Bitching Werewolf with girly fangs. The man has money and he is engaged to someone else. Why couldn't he be engaged to me.”

After Sal bought the pendant, he handed it to Sally. “This is for you.”

“What? You said it was for your future wife.”

Sal grinned. He hoped he wasn’t being too forward.

Sally said in a rather thoughtful and calm tone, "I am a total stranger and you think I will be your future wife." Then Sally screamed. “Freaking Psycho. No way." Sally didn't consider that just moments earlier she had been wishing she was to be his intended.

"Freaking Psycho." Sally repeated those words that Sal most hated hearing.

Sal screamed, “Oh no," as smoke filled the room. Sal shook his head. In a more calm tone he stated, "Those words. They will conjure my evil Genie everytime. I don't know why so many people I meet insist on saying that to me.”

Coughing from the smoke but not yet seeing the Genie Sally said, “Yeah right. Give me a break. Any psycho magician can cause smoke to appear. Your Genie, my ass.”

About that time the Genie appeared. The Genie was the odd looking man from Sally’s vision. And before Sally and Sal knew what was happening they were transported into a storage area in the basement, and they were naked.

The Genie stuck his thumb up Sal's ass and told Sal that Sal's wish was his command.

"Get your fucking thumb out of my ass."

"That is one wish," the Genie said with an evil giggle. "Didn't I hear someone say, your Genie, my ass? You love sick fool, I think your ass now belongs to that nice lady."

Sal turned and looked at Sally. He thought now she would never be able to love him. How can a woman love a man who she has just seen having a Genie's thumb up his ass? "I wish Sally will not remember."

Sally asked, "Remember what? That you have a Genie. I think that is cool."

"And that I thought a piece of jewelry might win your heart."

Sally looked at Sal. She wished that she might have another psychic vision to know what the future should bring. But there was no vision. She could no longer remember the future. The evil Genie had robbed her of her talent.

Naked, Sal walked close to bare breasted Sally. Feeling queer he hardly noticed her D-Cup breast. Instead, he stared into her eyes and she stared into his eyes. He put his hand to her cheek and lovingly, gently kissed her. His heart beat like a drummer in a rock band masturbating to the pounding of his beating drum stick, and his cock began to harden like concrete. Wondering if Sally would be willing to write her name into his cock he considered comparing a hardening cock to hardening concrete was an analogy better left to Mexican day laborers trying to explain how Colorado's ski lodges rightfully belonged to them. It really didn't make sense but love seldom does. Sally looked at Sal's cock as though she were looking into his soul, and in his soul she saw a man she feared was too desperate to love. She wondered, "Could he be loved." If only there was a Dating Service handy to prepare a questionnaire for the two of them. But dating services are like taxi cabs, there is seldom one handy when you are naked with a man in a basement.

As Sally cupped Sal's balls, she asked, "What is your favorite color?"

The Genie answered, "His favorite color is the color of blood. In the thousands of years that he and I have walked this earth, we've seen quite a lot of blood."

As Sal gently pushed Sally's head toward his cock, Sal answered, "My favorite color is the color of the sun shining into the blue of the sky."

Sally ran her tongue around the head of Sal's cock and then she asked, "How many women have you loved."

The Genie answered, "He has fucked over 3,500 women."

Sal answered, "My heart is a virgin to love but one and be loved but by one. If our hearts should merge to beat as one, you will be my first love." And then Sal rammed his cock hard into Sally's mouth.

Sally spit a bit of Sals precum from her mouth and onto his cock. She asked, "And when you die, will your heart still only belong to the one who deflowers your heart."

The Genie answered, "I will never let him die. His soul is mine too torture beyond all time."

Sal humped his balls against Sally's mouth and answered, "Our love will be for an eternity."

Sally nibbled Sal's balls and then standing upright took Sal into her soft arms. Their lips met to make a wet kiss. Then Sal picked Sally up into his strong arms and placed her onto a bed and he crawled into the bed. He was about to climb on top of her when she turned him over and she got on top. She had never felt such sexual excitement as she rode his hard cock. As she climaxed in a quiver she fell into a quick slumber. Then as Sal finished up with an orgasm of his own, he thought Sally looked like a sleeping princess. A beautiful sleeping princess with her face covered in white sticky stuff. Then as his Genie began fucking his ass as payment for wishes served, he licked his princess clean from head to toe.

The Genie screamed, "Oh yeah, lick that sperm," as he pounded Sal's ass.

Sally woke in her own bed and there was no one at her side. She thought there should be someone at her side. She wanted there to be someone at her side. But who? Had it all just been a dream?

Then Sal walked into the room with a trey holding their breakfast. He smiled, "Our love will be eternal."

The Genie screamed from his bottle, "Oh, that is just lovely. Not"

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