In the motel room, I commanded Kristin and Elena, “Get undressed.”

Elena hurried to obey, and was naked in seconds. She had waist-length straight black hair, all-over dark-brown skin, an athletic figure, chocolate-brown nipples (which were jutting out), large tits, and a trimmed bush.

Meanwhile, Kristin had pulled off her top. But instead of unsnapping her bra, she looked at me and said, “You’re gonna be mad at me.”

I was not angry at Kristin, I was puzzled. Since Fatima had granted my six wishes, my mother was the only woman able to refuse me anything.

“Tell me why I’ll get angry, Kristin,” I said.

“Nathan and I aren’t really a couple. We both go for, um, our own sex.”

“Yuck!” Elena said. “And he called Jorje a faggot?”

“Hush, Elena,” I said. I walked over to Kristin and gripped her bare shoulders. Her eyes changed expression then. Then I said to Kristin, “Maybe you haven’t met the right man. A real man is neither a pushover nor a brute.”

Then I kissed her, and held the kiss. After only a second’s hesitation, she was kissing me back.

When I finally broke the kiss, her nipples were jutting out, and I recognized her new smell. She said, “I’ve never been with a man before. I’ve never wanted to be with a man before.”

“Well then,” I said, “get undressed.” When she started pulling clothing off, I removed my own.

Kristin had light, collar-length brunette hair. She had light skin and blue eyes. Her bodybuilding made her shape bumpy, not smooth (but in a nice way), and she was hard to the touch.

Behind me, I heard Elena say, “Nice body you got, Marvin. You on the swim team?”

I said, “Nah. My form’s no good.”

In front of me, Kristin smiled at me and said, “Right now I’m thinking, your form looks very good.”

By now Kristin was naked, I was naked, I was wearing a raincoat, and I was pushing Kristin onto the bed. Elena asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“Get your pussy warm for me, and keep it warm for me. I’ll really like it if I hear squishy noises.”

I kissed Kristin, then I looked in her eyes and said, “Tell me if I’m doing this wrong. I really want to learn this.” Then I moved myself down the bed to her crotch.

She said, “No, come back. Don’t go straight there, tease me. Let me know what you’re going to do, but make me go crazy, waiting for you to do it.”

“Like this?” Then I moved back up to her face, kissed her, then I planted kisses along a teardrop path—down her body to her pubic hair, across, and back up.

“Yeah, you got the idea,” Kristin said. She was moving her hips around.

I moved my mouth over to Kristin’s nipples, and meanwhile reached down to finger her. I wasn’t very good at getting her off, at first, but I figured out the algorithm—

If she likes it, keep doing it; if she doesn’t like it, try something else.

Now I moved my mouth south again, this time going straight for Kristin’s clit. Which was a good plan, except I didn’t exactly know where her clit was. But her reactions soon clued me in.

“That looks so sexy,” Elena said. As commanded, Elena’s masturbating was now making wet noises.

After a while of me learning how to eat pussy, apparently I passed the course, because Kristin began gasping and thrashing and moaning. When she could talk again, Kristin said, “I hope you’ll fuck me now. I want to feel your cock in me.”

“Oh yeah,” Elena said, “take her. Make her a real woman.”

Having nothing better to do at the moment, I did exactly that. When I inched my cock into Kristin, I was surprised by what I didn’t find. I asked her, “What’s the deal with your hymen?”

“I, um, busted it with a, um, dildo. I, um, got carried away.”

I grinned at her. “If you don’t have a hymen to worry about, then it’s party time!” I shoved my cock inside her, as far as it could go. I was pleased to discover that her pussy was tight.

She gasped. “Oh god, it’s so big!”

I looked at Kristin very seriously. “If you don’t absolute-truth believe that, take it back right now—no harm, no foul. But after now, I don’t like to be bullshitted during sex.”

“Marvin, it’s no bullshit, you’re huge! I feel like a baseball bat’s inside me.”

Elena said, “Really? Oh wow.” Her pussy got slurpier.

Soon Kristin started thrusting her hips to match mine. “Ohh, Marvin, this feels so much better than a rubber dildo. Fuck me, Marvin, fuck me hard!”

“You tell him, Kristin,” Elena said.

“Feel me getting wet?” Kristin said. “Hear me slurp? I’m wet for you, Marvin. I’m wet and I’m het for you.”

She started thrusting faster. “Make me het for you, Marvin! Oh yes, I’m your het, I’m het—oh god, I’m gloriously het!” She was kissing me hard on the mouth now.

I don’t know about you, O Reader, but I can’t stay unexcited when there’s a woman-shaped earthquake underneath me. About ten seconds after Kristin started her orgasm, I had mine.

Kristin said between kisses, “Ohh, I felt that, I felt you cum inside me. You’re my man now, you fucked me and it feels good. You’re my man, and I’m one of your women.”

“Whoa,” Elena said. “Marvin is sexy and all, but aren’t you overdoing it, Kris?”

You gotta remember, Reader, that I had not touched Elena at this point.

Kristin shook her head. “Overdoing it? I would take it up the ass from Marvin.”

I said, “Thanks, appreciate the thought, but that’s not really my kink.” I gave Kristin a few kisses, then said, “Elena, you and Kristin change places.” While the girls were playing Chinese Fire Drill, I put on a new condom.

When I came back to the bed, it was Elena lying on the wet spot, and it was Kristin gripping her gash.

Elena told me, “It’s no baseball bat, but it’s bigger than Jorje’s. Move yourself up closer to the pillow, so I can put you in my mouth.”

For some reason her remark annoyed me, commanding me during sex. So I held out my hand and said, “Get out of bed. Stand up.”

Of course, as soon as her hand touched mine, her expression changed. As soon as she was standing, she said, “Tell me how to please you.”

I brought my face down close to hers, then said, “Kiss me everywhere you know I’ll like it.”

Elena was good at French-kissing—but Reader, you’re not interested in that part, are you? Five minutes after she started tonguing my tonsils, she was kneeling, taking my latex-covered cock in her mouth.

I asked her, “Can you suck me to where I’m two seconds from orgasm, then back off? If you can’t, tell me now—no harm, no foul.”

She took her mouth off me long enough to say, “Are you kidding me? You’re gonna be gritting your teeth in a few minutes.” Then she started slurping me like a maniac.

And sure enough, not too much time later, Elena was sitting on her heels, smiling in triumph, and my cock was throbbing and twitching. I gasped out, “Get on the bed. Now. Legs spread.”

She obeyed, I got between her legs, I shoved my cock in her—instant Fourth of July.

Elena whimpered. I said, “Fear not. I have a plan.”

I jumped out of bed, pulled off the second used condom, then put on a third one. Then I got back on the bed, slid my cock in Elena’s wet pussy, and said, “I expect to be hard for a while, before I pop again. Hope you don’t mind.”

Elena didn’t mind. The fact that her pussy was very slippery might have had something to do with it. Almost as soon as I put my cock in, Elena started thrusting her hips, and saying things in Spanish.

Meanwhile, Kristin was saying, “That is so hot, you getting her off. We are yours, Marvin, and you’re so generous, giving Elena orgasms.”

Like I said, I took my time at fucking Elena. I didn’t try to count her climaxes, but I’m sure she had at least four.

But a half-hour after I started that slow fuck with Elena, I spurted. After trashing my third used condom of the night, I climbed in the middle of the bed and pulled both Elena and Kristin to me.

“I am yours,” Elena said.

“We are yours,” Kristin said.

A few minutes later, I sat up. “And I belong to Plato Smith High School. Well, till Graduation Day.” So saying, I got out of bed and walked toward my bookbag.

Kristin asked uncertainly, “Should we get dressed now?”

I looked over at the two well-fucked, naked teen girls. “Well, I’ll give Elena a choice. I have homework that has to be done tonight—the party’s over for me. So, Elena, you two can get dressed now, and we all three do homework together; or you two make lesbian love till I tell you to stop and get dressed.”

“Sweet!“ Kristin said.

Elena eyed me. “Are you hoping I’ll act adult and do homework?”

I laughed. “Ordinarily? Yes. But right now? No way.”

Elena turned to Kristin. “Let me do you first, otherwise I might chicken out.”

And with that, naked Elena climbed onto naked Kristin and started kissing her, while I tried to learn about the U.S. federal court system.

The pizza-delivery guy’s eyes were bulging as he handed me the pizza. Without thinking it through, I had assumed that when he knocked on the motel-room door, then Elena and Kristin would hide in the bathroom, or at least pull the bedcovers up.

But nope. I had told Kristin and Elena to stop lesbian-ing only when I said to stop, and I hadn’t given that command. So all the time that Pizza Guy and I were carrying on our transaction, Elena was slurping and Kristin was moaning.

Pizza Guy looked around at all the discarded red-and-white Plato Smith High School clothing on the floor. He said, “Man, I wish we’d get girls like this at Oscar Grant.”

I had not said much during the drive from the motel.

Now the girls were in the back seat of my clunker, the engine of which was idling in one of Plato Smith’s student parking lots. We were stopped two feet from Kristin’s car.

Kristin opened my car’s rear door, but before she stepped out, I said, “Both of you have told me that you are mine. Remember saying that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yes, Marvin, and I meant it too.”

I nodded. “Very well. Then I claim Kristin for my harem.”

“But not me?” Elena said. “Have I displeased you?”

“You have Jorje as your boyfriend. Kristin doesn’t have a boyfriend, not really.”

“But have I displeased you?”

“No, Elena, you haven’t displeased me. But Jorje—”

“Master, please listen. If you tell me to keep a million miles away from Jorje, it’s done. But if Jorje or any guy tells me to stay away from you, too bad, ‘cause what he wants ain’t gonna happen. I am yours, whether I ever again sleep in your bed or not.”

“Very well,” I said. “I claim both of you. You may not have sex with any man other than me, except by my order. You may not have sex with any woman, except by either my order or my permission. Elena, you will sit with me at lunch, not with the athletes. Kristin, Elena, you will each no longer wear pants, except for shorts. But I prefer skirts or dresses. You will no longer wear flat shoes except when the school requires such, and I prefer you wear the highest heels you can walk in. Tomorrow, we will meet just inside the main doors at 7:15. Any questions?”

“Thank you for choosing both of us,” Elena said.

“You won’t ever dislike how I serve you, I promise,” Kristin said.

Two minutes later, I heard Elena’s car start and its headlights came on. I thought, Two women belong to me now. That’s a good start.