4 comments/ 119900 views/ 14 favorites I Cream on Jeannie Ch. 01 By: Jackcarter The following events and characters are fictional and all persons over the age of 18years. The purpose of the story is to arouse and entertain. Lets keep it firmly in the land of fiction folks. Enjoy. * Charlie and his family had just returned from their vacation to Egypt. It had been a thrilling two weeks and they had all thoroughly enjoyed the exotic locations. Charlie had especially enjoyed himself, and the whole experience had been something of an eye-opener for the forty-year old father of one. They had stayed in a luxury resort and his wife Judy and his eighteen-year-old daughter Jeannie had spent large amounts of time sunbathing beside the hotel pool. Jeannie had undergone something of a growth spurt over the past 12 months, amply filling out her once lanky frame. It didn't surprise Charlie that his blue-eyed blonde-haired daughter had become quite the head-turner. Particularly given the revealing bikinis she had taken to wearing. Most parents would have been concerned by such behavior, and forbid her to step outside in what was essentially a thong and low-cut bra. Charlie liked to think that they treated their daughter as an adult, allowing her her personal freedom. Later on he would come to reflect that perhaps he had deeper, more masculine motives for allowing her to wear such outfits, but at that moment in time he wasn't ready to admit to them. Barely two days into their holiday Charlie had stood on his balcony, looking down at his wife and daughter as they lay on sun loungers beside the pool below. As he gazed at his daughter's fine figure he told himself it was with paternal pride, choosing to ignore the tightening in his shorts. Her hair was cut short and straight, framing her beautiful innocent teenage face. She had a cute button-nose and soft pouty lips...perfect for, he paused as several images flashed through his head and then told himself: perfect for giving a doting father a peck on the cheek. Despite this statement his cock twitched once in his shorts, like it was laughing at him. His eyes wandered down her slim neck and admired her lovely tanned breasts. In the course of a year they had blossomed beautifully, becoming wonderfully round and impertinent. Her red bikini top cupped them tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. Well, almost nothing. Charlie wondered about her nipples. Were they large tanned cookies or, and this was his preference, were they small and perky? Pretty and pink. His hand was in his shorts now, slowly stroking. He didn't acknowledge the perverseness of such an action. He was simply having a wank whilst happening to be looking at his daughter. There was absolutely no connection between the two actions. His eyes moved down her slim tight torso, scanned briefly up her long curved legs and then settled, finally, on her thong. Her hot red thong. It sat tight over her snatch and given its miniscule size Charlie safely concluded that his daughter definitely trimmed her pussy. He began to wonder if he would ever see her hairless flower in the flesh, would it be as pouty and pink as her perfect lips? Or would she keep it selfishly hidden from him. Forever a daddy, a daughter and a camel-toe. He suddenly became aware of his impending orgasm and stopped in his tracks. He looked around but no-one appeared to have noticed him. "Jerking myself off on the balcony in broad daylight! What the hell am I thinking?" he scolded himself and walked back inside. Even then he refused to stop and consider the object of his fantasy. Shaking his head in disbelief at his stupidity, he got dressed, left a note for his family, and went out to explore the city. Cairo was a hustle and bustle of activity. After wandering about aimlessly for an hour he eventually found himself at a small stall near the back of the marketplace. A not unattractive lady of about his age sat behind a table. "Can I interest you in a wonder sir?" she asked with a smile. Dusty and worn-out, Charlie sat himself down. "Yeah, why not." He replied. "What do you have on offer?" "Ahah but this is not your usual store sir. All the gifts we have here are identically priced, but each one has something different to offer. If you are truly interested in a purchase, then you must let me read your palm and then I shall select the gift most appropriate for you." "Okay, that sounds like fun." "Fun?" whispered the woman "Perhaps." She reached out and took Charlie's right hand in her own. She lightly, almost erotically traced her index finger in small circles across his palm. "Close your eyes and relax your mind." She commanded and he did. Her ministrations continued for almost a minute and he felt himself becoming strangely aroused by her touch. Once again he found himself thinking of Jeannie. In his mind he was back on the balcony, but now he was completely naked as he shamelessly wanked. And Jeannie was no longer beside the pool, but topless and kneeling in front of him. Her breasts were as wonderful as he imagined, with pert little nipples. He stroked himself slowly and deliberately while she watched. Her face was inches from his cock and she looked up at him innocent and unashamed. She was a good girl and good girls did what daddy told them. Sometimes the hot eighteen-year old beamed at him and crooned and encouraged, other times she pouted and begged to play with his daddycock, though she knew that good girls didn't touch. "I see." It was only a whisper, but the gypsy's words shattered his reverie and he opened his eyes again. "Wh..what did you see?" he stammered. "More than you decent society allows." She replied and her eyes twinkled mischievously. Charlie flushed in embarrassment, admitting to himself for the first time the inappropriateness of his thoughts. "I have the perfect present for you." She reached into a drawer and recovered a small glass crystal. It was slightly discolored with a small circular flaw in its centre. She pressed it into his palm, covering it with her own hand. "Wait now one moment, while I focus on your gift." Charlie thought he felt a brief heat in his hand and then it was over. He stood up, not entirely sure what had just passed. In a daze he paid for the trinket and thanked the lady. "Not at all," she replied and then with a laugh "I wish all my customers were such exhibitionists." Charlie blushed a deep beetroot and hurried away. Behind him the gyspsy lady called "Do be careful who's watching your balcony." Since that day in the stall, Charlie had tried even harder to control his thoughts, but it was though he had opened Pandora's Box. He was haunted constantly by lewd thoughts and crazy fantasies. To his credit (and discomfort) he refrained from jerking off over them, realizing he was stood over a precipice and the fall would be hard to recover from. Deeply disturbed he threw glass trinket away, and for a while his urges calmed down. By the time they arrived home things were almost back to normal. But then the strangest thing happened. A week passed and their holiday quickly became another summer memory. Charlie found himself looking though his case for his camera. He wanted to download some of their pictures to his computer. He quickly found the camera, but was shocked to discover, attached to it by some old sticky label, the glass trinket that he'd thrown away. He broke out into a light sweat as he recalled the embarrassment of that day. Detaching the glass from the camera, he slipped the strange gift into his pocket. Then, after attaching the camera to his PC he began downloading files. While he waited he wandered out into the kitchen to make a drink. After two weeks with constant female company, it was nice to be alone for a while. His wife was in work and his daughter in school. Charlie worked at home as a freelance photographer. When he returned to his bedroom and started reviewing the pictures he had the shock of his life. They had been replaced, changed, edited. None of the original shots were saved. Instead what slowly unfolded were several hundred shots detailing his taboo fantasies. They were lifelike. Real. Definitely real, as though they were photos of something that had actually happened, though this was not the case. (SNAP) He was stood on the balcony in just his shorts. Beside him, in that barely decent bikini stood Jeannie. She was looking up at him and smiling. (SNAP) She gave him a hug and her breasts bulged out at the sides as they pressed against him. (SNAP) She is looking down at the obvious tent he has erected in his shorts. Her hand is lifting to her face while her lips frame a shocked 'Oh...' (SNAP) She is scolding him and he looks shamefaced. (SNAP) Now he is protesting -- gesticulating obviously. He points to her thong and she is covering her crotch with her hand, embarrassed. (SNAP) And then he is pointing to her breasts, indicating how large they are. (SNAP) She is smiling now. A crooked mischievous smile. (SNAP) She points to the tent in his shorts with one hand whilst simultaneously pointing to her tits with the other. A proposition maybe? (SNAP) She shrugs and looks sexily over at the camera. (SNAP) She has slipped out of her bikini top, and cupping her breasts she proudly shows them to her daddy. (SNAP) And then she is on her knees and tugging at his shorts. (SNAP) She traces a finger along the length of his shaft through the material. It is the first time she has come close to touching his cock. Good girls don't play with Daddy's dick, but curious girls are allowed one brief spell of indecency. (SNAP) His shorts are off and his erection is huge. The hardest he's known it. Jeannie is gasping with barely suppressed delight. (SNAP SNAP SNAP) He holds it at its base, showing it off proudly while his daughter inspects it from all angles, though she doesn't touch it again. (SNAP) She tilts her head back and smiles crookedly at him as he pulls back and reveals his purple helmet. (SNAP -- CLOSE UP) A pearl of pre-cum is visible on its tip and she is slowly licking her lips in the background. (SNAP) Now she is making a jerking gesture with her fist and its obvious what she wants. She is still kneeling and has settled back to sit on her heels. With her other hand she is absently fondling her amazing breasts but her eyes never leave her daddy's cock. (SNAP SNAP SNAP -- COUNTLESS QUICKFIRE SHOTS) He is stroking it now, slowly and teasingly. Putting on a show for his sexy daughter. She croons. She smiles. She gasps and moans encouragement. Sometimes she licks her lips, sometimes she stares intently. Always playing with her breasts. At one point she lifts them up again, deliberately, questioningly, looking for approval from daddy. (SNAP SNAP SNAP-- CLOSE UP, SIDE-ON) His cock is slick now and he bops her, just once, bop on the end of her cute button nose. A string of pre-cum hangs briefly between her tip and his tip, before breaking and lightly salting her mouth. (SNAP SNAP) Her tongue slips out and circles her top lip and the pre-cum is gone. Just like that. (SNAP) She is giggling but her finger is waggling, playfully but firmly scolding. Naughty daddy. No touching remember? (SNAP) She is standing now and it looks like the fun is over. (SNAP) No. They have walked inside and now he is sat on the sofa. She sits beside him, still watching as he jerks. (SNAP SNAP SNAP -- THEN CLOSE UP) It is getting faster and he is getting close. She repositions herself and curls up on the sofa, resting the side of her head on his thigh. She is barely two inches from his cock. In his fantasy she had begun fondling his balls, rolling them around in her palm, taboos long forgotten in the heat. But not here. Here she merely watches. But it is better. The expression on her face is exultant, almost orgasmic. Her eyes are on fire with expectation of what she is about to witness. She has never felt closer to daddy. (SNAP SNAP SNAP -- QUICKFIRE AND CLOSE UP) And then he is cumming. Long white pearls erupt in a powerful climax. Shiny strings lace his hand, sit on the top of his cock like an icecream cone, and yes, inevitably, it is on her cheeks, her nose, her lips. (SNAP SNAP SNAP -- CLOSE UP AND FINISH) She laps it up now. All of it, him and her. She playfully stretches long wet strokes along his shaft. Her pink tongue makes shy tiny swipes around his glans and then flicks quickly against his slit. He throbs through her ministrations, it is almost unbearable. She is in charge now and she takes her time. Gathers every drop. Good girls don't touch daddy's dick. But cum is cum, yum yum, what a naughty tasty treat. Charlie reaches the final photo, he had been clicking the mouse frantically like a man possessed, but now it is over and his erection is tight and painful. At last something inside him snaps, he can contain it no longer. He puts the photos on a loop, releases his cock and watches over and over until he finally explodes. Unknown to him the little trinket in his pocket has begun to resonate imperceptibly, but something is happening. He sits in his seat, feeling satisfaction and self-loathing in equal measure. He has taken a path, it is a dark one and something is happening. A week passes and the guilt is quickly forgotten. He jerks off to the photos on a daily basis, sometimes more than once. His mind is working overtime, every sordid desire every twisted fantasy every urge he ever suppressed is made known to him. Jeannie is everywhere. He is downloading new images from his camera on a daily basis, and he almost can't keep up. There are so many and the dark reaches of his soul are laid bare on the computer screen before him. He carries the gypsy's glass with him wherever he goes. He is right-handed and he holds it his left as he wanks. Wanking is better when he holds it. He has become aware of its vibrations and with each orgasm its strength increases. Sometimes he holds it under his glans and the vibrations alone are enough to make him cum. Sometimes, as he relives a fantasy over and over the crystal takes him there. Or almost there, and he comes close to living the fantasy for real. But it is not enough, and he wants to relive them more and more often. (SNAP) (SNAP) (SNAP) (SNAP) ... And the crystal feeds and it changes and something is definitely happening. To be continued... I Cream on Jeannie Ch. 02 The following events and characters are fictional and all persons over the age of 18years. The purpose of the story is to arouse and entertain. Lets keep it firmly in the land of fiction folks. Enjoy. * This then, is what happened next. (SNAP) The kitchen table is set for dinner. A white tablecloth is draped over it and there are two placemats at either end. In the centre of the table is a stack of small saucers. On the one placemat sits Charlie. He is wearing a white cotton towel and nothing else. He rests his feet on a single chair in front of him. It is the only chair at the table. He is looking at the ceiling and appears to be calling something. 'Jeannie! Dinner!" maybe? (SNAP) Jeannie enters the room and the sexy eighteen-year old is topless. Her breasts are pert, her nipples crinkled and tight. She is wearing a black silk thong and her pussy is almost visible underneath. She is not allowed to wear anything else around the house these days. Daddy's rules. She has not seen him naked, though she has heard him jerking off in the bathroom. (SNAP SNAP SNAP -- CLOSE UP) He lifts his feet off the chair and spreads his legs. She sits between them. His towel has slipped up his thighs and she peeks under it. Her eyes widen. (SNAP SNAP SNAP) Charlie smiles at her and shakes a finger. Naughty naughty. He tells her to place her palms together in a praying gesture, and she already knows the words he wants to hear. For what I am about to receive may I be truly thankful. She looks over her hands, puzzled. But what's for dinner Daddy? (SNAP SNAP SNAP) He reaches behind him and picks up a saucer. All is about to be revealed. He tugs once and his towel drops away from him revealing his semi-erect cock. She looks at it nervously, and then at him. Daddy? (SNAP -- CLOSE UP) He places the saucer between his legs and shuffles forward. His balls rest on the cold white china and tighten up. His cock begins to twitch and lengthen. He is serving up quite a meal. (THE CAMERA DRAWS BACK -- SNAP) He is holding his dick at the base and pointing it toward her. Come and get your vitamins honey. She smiles shyly at him, yes Daddy. (SNAP SNAP SNAP -- CLOSE UP) She leans forward and stretches out her tongue. She swipes once across his head and then draws back, tasting him. (SNAP) He points at his cock and puts his other hand behind her neck. Urging her forward. (SNAP SNAP SNAP P.O.V. SHOT) She takes hold of his cock in both hands and begins lapping at his head with delicate little flicks. Every now and then she drags the blade of her tongue up along his shaft but mostly she concentrates on his head. (SNAP) He leans back on his hands and closes his eyes. He is in heaven. (SNAP -- CLOSE UP) She stretches out her tongue again, but this time her lips form a tight 'O'. Slowly she feeds his cock along the velvet runway of her tongue and into her mouth. (SNAP) Her eyes widen when she feels how big it is inside her mouth. It is sour but she likes it. She is sucking her daddy's dick and she likes it. (SNAP SNAP SNAP) She hungrily works on him now. Stroking and sucking and swirling her tongue. He groans most when she concentrates her sucking and licking on his head and she quickly settles into an easy rhythm. Her hand makes long strokes along his shaft while she suckles at his tip. The soft blue glare of the computer screen illuminates Charlie's face. He stares as though in a hypnotic trance, and he kind of is, his mind lost and trapped within his latest fantasy. Were he to look around he would see the woman stood behind him, peering just over his shoulder. Starting as a whispery apparition, her form has slowly coalesced over the preceding weeks, growing more substantial as the crystal feeds. She has watched him and secretly encouraged him. She is the whisper that speaks to his soul, urging him ever onward. Her fingers have reached into his heart and scoured his dark places, stirring up desires he should have buried. She has grown steadily stronger and if he turned around he would see her. She is his Dark Lady and she has watched him all this time. But the time has finally come and she is tired of waiting. "What?!" Charlie whispers with a start. A soft female hand has reached into his lap and is stroking him. He groans despite his astonishment as each tug draws him and pulls at him more completely than ever before. As though he were being jerked off for the very first time. He turns and a look of recognition flashes in his eyes. The hand belongs to the gypsy lady from the stall, only now she is younger, more seductive. So powerfully feminine. "You." It's the only word he can think to say. She smiles at him, but it is a hungry dangerous smile. "Me." She says and continues her ministrations. He is groaning and he doesn't even realize it. "I am the spirit of the crystal Charlie." "I don't understand." "You don't need to. Just know that I have been with you all along. I have slowly grown from your dark places. You have fed me and given me sustenance. When I was but a small flaw at the heart of the glass you picked me up and held me close. Your cock looked so huge to me back then. I was a Tinkerbell compared to your thick shaft of flesh and it was frightening. When you held the glass against your skin, I wrapped my arms and legs tight about you, though I could not reach around your girth. I shook and I shimmied. My tiny hands and tongue cleaned and polished your pulsing head and I waited to be bathed in your hot sticky juices. It would take hours to lick myself clean. "I fed and I grew and I learned how to please you. I explored your cock and learned what made it feel right." She sighed and squeezed him. "It feels right doesn't it Charlie?" He moaned and nodded wordlessly. "We are so close now Charlie. Just one more feed and I'll take you there. We'll go together." "Where?" The Dark Lady smiled mysteriously and reached her left hand out slowly. She softly traced her index finger down the tip of his nose. "Bop." She said. (SNAP) (SNAP) And then she takes him there again, and it is almost real. Almost. Charlie is lying on his back on the kitchen table. His legs are spread wide, his balls resting on a smooth white saucer. It is dinner-time. Jeannie is nursing on his cock, which is slick and sticky. Her head draws back, pre-cum and saliva are dripping from his shaft in glistening slippery strands. A thread hangs from his tip and connects to her lips and her tongue. She tries to slurp up the succulent juices but some of the thread breaks away and lands on her breasts. She is making a mess. When he feeds her tomorrow he will get her a bib. The Dark Lady is between Charlie's legs, but he is entranced and doesn't see her. She runs her tongue along his shaft and then teases his head with a flurry of fluttering flickers. He is groaning incessantly. It is as though the number of nerve endings in his cock have been multiplied a hundred thousand times and every breath, every delicious lick brings him to the verge of orgasm. And she holds him there, waiting, waiting. Jeannie is running her hand up and down his wet shaft. Her tongue laps at the pre-cum leaking from his slit and his legs twitch with each touch. She tilts her head and sucks on his shaft, relishing in the luscious meaty texture, his rich masculine musk. It feels thick in her mouth, bigger than her mouth, but so right. She can taste sweat and flesh and pre-cum and it is so right. But she wants more and she hopes her Daddy will feed her soon. Charlie is moaning and begging for release. He looks at the Dark Lady, but sees only Jeannie. Unlike Jeannie, the Dark Lady has not yet sucked him, preferring to hold him a little longer with her pulsing tongue. She is waiting, waiting. "Come on Charlie, say it." She bids, and her words reach his subconscious and he obeys. "Are you ready baby?" His sexy adult daughter looks up at him, her lips are tight around the end of his cock and her face is a hot sticky mess. Her eyes are on fire and she releases him, smacking her lips together noisily. The Dark Lady slowly strokes his cock, "Give it to me, feed me." And then she engulfs him. For a split second it is too much. He is burning with pleasure and his cock is throbbing. It is big too big. It is too much. And then he is coming, and the release shoots waves of pleasure along his body. Thick greasy cum fills her mouth and she is swallowing hungrily. She works every inch of his cock, coaxing the cum from him. Eating. Feeding. Never wasting a drop. Seconds pass and it is the longest orgasm of his life. His cock is still hard in her mouth and it is as though she is literally sucking the cum from his sack. He is shaking with pleasure and she drinks him dry. And then it is over. The Dark Lady swallows his last drop and playfully bites the head of his semi-erect flesh. "Yummy." His vixen adult daughter looks up still nursing on him. She is a contented sticky mess. On the floor the glass lies shattered and the Dark Lady is gone. A few miles away, working hard at her studies, Jeannie looks up from her books and something feminine, powerful, lights up behind her eyes. She can almost taste something...something good. Without knowing why she suddenly thinks of her Daddy and licks her lips. To be continued... I Cream on Jeannie Ch. 03 The following events and characters are fictional and all persons over the age of 18years. The purpose of the story is to arouse and entertain. Lets keep it firmly in the land of fiction folks. Enjoy. * It happened two days later. The weather had abruptly changed and all the T.V. stations were warning of storms. On the Wednesday it rained all day and gloominess hung in the air. The light was dismal and grey and eventually gave way to night. On Wednesday night the lightning started. Great forks of electricity thundered their way through the heavens, blasting the earth. Charlie was in his living room. It was 2am and his wife was asleep in bed. Charlie couldn't sleep. He hadn't slept properly since the glass smashed. Since that time he had felt hollow and restless, as though waking from a magnificent dream and finding that real life just couldn't cut it. His laptop was switched on and he was trying to immerse himself in one of his fantasies, but ever since the glass smashed, the pictures, while still erotic, were once again simply pictures. Try as he might he could no longer enter that almost-world of his dreams. On the screen in front of him Jeannie was on all fours, looking coquettishly over her shoulder, watching in delight as she was penetrated by her father's stiff cock. Charlie had his dressing gown open and was lazily jacking off, deep in thought, trying to conjure up the fantasy in his mind. He imagined what it would be like to sink ball-deep into that hot slippery snatch. To feel the warmth and the tightness. The delicious sensation of doing something completely forbidden. Feeling powerful while watching his sexy eighteen-year old grind, pant and shiver on the end of her father's cock. Her wet pussy contracting tightly around him as she orgasmed and begged for more. "Daddy?" The voice startled him, and on instinct he closed his laptop and pulled his dressing-gown together. Jeannie was stood in the entrance to the hallway, wrapped in shadows and he could barely make out her figure. He wondered how long she had been stood there, and what she had seen. "Jeannie? Why aren't you sleeping baby?" Try as he might, he couldn't help but sound guilty, and flushed in embarrassment. "It was the thunder Daddy. It kept me awake and I, I...I got scared, like when I growing up." She stayed in the shadows as she whispered to him. "I was so glad when I heard you get up, so I came out to sit with you. But you were...were..." Her voice trailed off and there was nothing but silence and the sound of his blood in his ears. She had seen him. "Jeannie," he began slowly, wondering what on earth he was going to say next. She was too far away to have seen the pictures on his laptop and that was a small mercy. And so he was going to start his 'men and women have needs' speech. But then the room was lit by a flash of lightning outside the window, followed by the loud angry rumble of thunder crashing through the night. It was a close one, and the glass in the cabinets trembled in their frames. In the hallway Jeannie shrank back and cowered. "Th..that was a loud one." Her voice trembled. "Daddy, would it be okay if I came and sat with you for a bit?" "Of course you can baby." Charlie smiled and patted the sofa invitingly with his hand. No sooner had the words left his mouth than Jeannie was slipping out of the shadows. At that moment Charlie's world turned upside-down. As his sexy daughter padded across the carpet and into the lamplight her hot body came into view. Charlie's eyes feasted as his gaze wandered up her body. Her long curvaceous legs were wrapped in black lacy stockings that ended mid-thigh. The skin at the tops of her thighs were tanned and glowed softly in the dimly-lit room. They gently curved together to meet at her panty-clad crotch. It was a matching black. Smooth and lacy. Small and tight. The lace webbed back and forth across her pussy so that it was partially see-through. It teased the eye into looking harder for the treasures that lay beneath. Charlie's eyes roamed higher, across her perfect hips and up her slim torso. And there they rested on his daughter's breasts, which were naked and wonderful and as cheekily impertinent as he had dreamed. For the very first time he saw her pretty little pink nipples, all crinkled and tight as they perched perky atop her amazing globes. Time seemed to slow for Charlie as he watched this sex-goddess walk toward him. The light complimented her perfectly, catching the warmth of her blonde hair and the blue of her eyes. Her eyes. There was a spark behind them that he had not seen before, it spoke of mischief and of power and it reminded Charlie of something. (Feed me Charlie). But at that moment in time he couldn't think what. There was something else too, the spark... it was deep, way way back behind her pupils, which were dilated and glazed. It reminded him then of the crystal, with its little flaw at the centre. And of hypnosis. (Just one more feed and I'll take you there. We'll go there together). Charlie shook the barely heard whispers from his thoughts and marveled with barely-concealed lust as his daughter's breasts shook and shimmied while she walked toward him. It was like his fantasies replaying all over again but this was no dream. There was solidity; a wholeness that confirmed it was reality. It felt dangerous. Charlie's cock was an impressive tent in his gown and he didn't think he had ever felt an erection so full, so powerful and it felt dangerous. He wanted to pull it out and show it to Jeannie. To force his adult daughter to her knees and hold it inches from her innocent face. To see the awe and fright in her expression as she gazed upon her daddy's dick. But he maintained control. Had to keep control. This was a dark place. His shock deepened as Jeannie approached him. Instead of sitting beside him she slipped lithely onto his lap, pulled her knees up to her breasts and sunk back onto his chest. Charlie instinctively held her, his right hand on her right shoulder, his left on her thigh. He could smell her fresh skin, see the smoothness of her slender neck. His erection surged upwards, and still wrapped up in his gown, nestled against her ass cheeks. Jeannie held still for a moment and there was nothing but silence in the room. Outside the thunder roared again in the distance and she give another little shiver. As she moved there was friction against his cock and it felt amazing. He rubbed his hand reassuringly along her thigh, feeling the soft lace beneath his fingertips. A little higher and he would touch skin, and higher again... "Jeannie," he started, still rubbing her thigh, "what are you wearing honey?" His daughter turned her head to smile at him, it was a mischievous smile and again that glazed look in her eyes. She stretched her legs out on the sofa and his hand slipped up her stocking to rest on her hip. "Do you like it Daddy?" she asked innocently. "Um, its very nice baby. But where is your bra?" "It was uncomfortable so I took it off." She looked at him again, and now she wore that coquettish look she had in his fantasy. "Do you like my breasts Daddy?" Charlie closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "They're big honey. Lovely and big." Her eyes shone with delight, "Really Daddy? Do you really like them?" He swallowed again. His throat felt dry. "They're incredible baby." And then he couldn't help himself and his hands were on them. He slipped his hands up her waist and cupped both breasts gently. Weighing them, bouncing them lightly on his palms. His fingers traced circles over her skin, slowly working toward her nipples, which were stiff and eager. He toyed with them, flicking them gently back and forth. Jeannie was breathing hard and unconsciously pushing her breasts into his hands. "Daddy?" she sighed, "What are you doing?" "Shhhh baby, its okay." Jeannie held still while he fondled and teased, her legs instinctively parting, her left hanging over the edge of the sofa. Driven by lust now Charlie slipped his right hand down her waist, tracing across her stomach and toward her pelvis. He felt her shiver as his hand stroked softly above her panties and she opened her legs wider, inviting him in. There was no turning back for Charlie and without hesitation his hand eased beneath the soft lace and found her pussy. Jeannie closed her eyes and slowly slipped onto her back, now lying across her daddy's lap with her legs spread. Her panties were tied at the hip by a loose knot, and after working this free, Charlie pulled them away and gazed between her legs lustily. Jeannie's pussy was even better than he imagined. Shaved clean and pretty. He slipped a finger into her slit while his left hand played with her clit. She was hot and slippery, her juices leaking onto his gown. She moaned softly and rocked against him as he expertly worked her pussy. Every time she moved she pressed hard on his rigid cock, spurring him on. "Daddy you mustn't," she whimpered absently, "this is naughty." She groaned as he added a second finger inside her, making her buck more rhythmically on his lap. She was panting and a brief flicker of concern flashed through his mind. He didn't want his wife to wake and catch him fingering their hot daughter. Then he reminded himself about her sleeping pills and how heavily she slept. Minutes passed and the only sound was the slippery noises of her hungry cunt and her soft whispers "Daddy you have to stop, daddy don't do this, no daddy no....oh daddy daddy daddy." Her protests were half-hearted and weak. Empty words said to be saying something. She made no attempt to move and was busy fondling her breasts while she ground herself frantically against his busy hands. He had two fingers knuckle deep when she came. Her back arched suddenly, her legs stiffened and a burst of juice flooded his hands. She groaned loudly and wildly into a pillow, trying to stifle her cries. And then she held still. Panting, catching her breath. Charlie sucked his fingers clean of her juices and watched her carefully. Eventually she opened her eyes, and there it was again, that glazed half vacant expression, that dangerous familiar smile. "That was really naughty Daddy. Really really naughty." She sat up and kissed the side of his mouth. "Thank you." She shuffled about on his lap, rubbing against his hard cock beneath his gown, and finally putting her hands around his waist, pulled tight against his chest. He could feel her breasts pushing against him, her heart racing. He was desperately horny and aching for release. After a few moments she tilted her head upwards and with a shy little girl voice whispered. "I saw Daddy." He looked back at her puzzled. "What did you see baby?" And then he shuddered as she snaked her hand down and pressed her palm firmly against his erection. "I saw what you were doing earlier tonight Daddy." Her eyes shone at him, a mixture of fear and excitement. And then again, shy, uncertain "Will you show it to me Daddy?" Charlie's eyes widened with excitement "Really baby? You really want to see it?" "Yes please Daddy. Will you show me?" She fluttered her eyelashes and pouted, but Charlie needed no persuasion tactics. As he stood up Jeannie lay down on her back and watched him. She rested against some cushions and as such she was about level with his crotch. Charlie stood near her face and dropped his dressing gown to the floor. His cock was stiff and throbbing, it pointed toward his daughter like an accusing finger. Her eyes widened with awe and she simply stared at it. Charlie took himself in hand, and lifting himself up showed her his balls. Then he moved it from side to side, showing her his cock from all angles. Finally he eased back his foreskin and revealed his helmet, glistening with pre-cum. Jeannie continued to look at him shyly "Can I touch him?" she whispered. "If you want to honey." Charlie tensed as he watched the curious eighteen-year old uncertainly reach out toward him. He couldn't believe this was finally happening, it was like a wish come true. He sighed happily as she slowly ran a finger along the underside of his shaft and up to his head. It was sticky and she ran the tip of her finger in circles, playing with his pre-cum. As she drew back a small strand lifted with her and hung delicately from her skin. Before it could break and fall she popped her finger into her mouth and swallowed curiously. Her face suddenly screwed up sexily as she tasted him. "Bad?" Charlie asked. "Odd." She replied, "But I think I'd like some more Daddy." Charlie was amazed he didn't blow his load then and there. Suddenly remembering something from one of his fantasies he bopped the tip of his cock onto her nose leaving some more juice. "Bop." He said. Jeannie crinkled up her button-nose and giggled, then she gathered up the juice and swallowed some more. "Would it be okay if I played with him for a bit Daddy?" Moments later Charlie was sat back on the sofa, his daughter curled up next to him, her head in his lap. She curled her fingers around his shaft and looked up at him questioningly. "Is this right?" "A little tighter baby, that's right." He moaned softly as she began lightly stroking him. Long slow strokes. When she reached the top she would run her thumb over his slit, searching for more juice. She continued in this manner for several minutes and before long pre-cum was pouring down his shaft. He couldn't ever remember being this turned on and couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of his daughter eagerly tugging on his cock. "How am I doing Daddy?" "Just keep stroking baby, you're doing really well." And she was. The combination of both her natural talent and the forbidden nature of a daughter playing with her daddy's dick were driving him wild. Jeannie smiled up at him happily. "How does it feel baby?" He asked. "Thick." She whispered. "Big and thick and hard. And wet." She was right. He was really wet. Her hand was making slick sticky noises as she ran it up and down his shaft. "It smells meaty and musky." She continued, pushing her nose against his shaft and breathing in his scent. "I like it." "And how does it taste?" There was a slight tremor in his voice, he was desperate for more. She didn't disappoint. She slipped a hand over the top of his shaft and pulled it down to her lips like it was a flute. Without hesitation her tongue dragged along his underside, sweeping up his juices. As she tasted him her face screwed up again, though less than before. "I don't know. It tastes odd. Its very more-ish." She looked up at him sweetly. "Is this what Daddycock tastes like?" "Yes baby, that's exactly right. Its an all-you-can-eat Daddycock." He watched in delight as his sexy daughter began licking him in earnest now. She ran her tongue up and down his cock like it was a delicious lollipop, intermittently pulling the side of his shaft into her mouth and sucking, even gently applying some pressure with her teeth. Eventually she switched her position and slipped to her knees between his legs. Holding his shaft greedily in both hands she pulled him toward her lips and settled into lapping at his head. Charlie was in heaven as he watched her swirl her tongue around his helmet, like it was the best ice cream in the world. She was wearing that glazed hypnotized expression again, but he was past worrying about it. All he cared about was the intense pleasure she was giving him, the amazing forbidden feeling of watching his eighteen-year old daughter lick her daddy's cock. "Mmmm, that's great honey, that's really good. But Daddy needs one more thing." He brushed her hands away and held the base of his shaft. His purple head throbbed intensely from the excellent tongue-polish she had given it. He lifted his cock toward her lips, "Okay, open wide baby." She obeyed immediately, and as her lips parted he pushed inwards and she eagerly took him into her mouth. She needed no instruction now, instinctively knowing what to do. She sucked hard-soft hard-soft on his head a few times before feeding more of his shaft in. Her tongue snaked against the underside of his cock, teasing his head mercilessly. She managed about half his length before drawing back. Her lips were a tight seal and her tongue a persistent presence against his skin. He groaned helplessly as she nursed on him. She withdrew as far as his head, then sucked on it a bit longer, like it was a baby's bottle. After a few seconds of this she pushed him into her cheek, making it bulge outward, before withdrawing again. And so it went. Hard, fast, soft slow. He never knew what was coming next, but her mouth was warm and buttery and she expertly began coaxing her Daddy's cum. Throughout it all Charlie moaned and groaned and encouraged. "Good girl, good girl." He whispered and stroked her head. Eventually it became too much, and sensing he was close to cumming, she pulled him out of her mouth and looked up at him hungrily. "Feed me Daddy." She began sucking earnestly. Her mouth was tight about him, she was warm and wet and velvety. She pushed forward, pulled back, the suction was intense. She wanted her Daddy's cum and she wouldn't stop working him until her hunger was sated. She looked at him and he could see that spark of mischief deep in her glazed eyes. He could feel her lips, her tongue, her desire and it was intense. His cock was almost hilt deep in his greedy daughter's mouth and it was intense. Too much. Far too much. He issued a low growl of release and pleasure as his seed surged along his shaft and he came. His body tensed and shook as his orgasm pulsed through him. Great greasy globs of cum coated the back of her throat, her tongue and she moaned in satisfaction. She held his head just between her lips and lashed at him with her tongue while he erupted. Months of pent up lust and frustration fueled his ejaculation and he came and came and came. Hot white rivulets of his spunk dribbled from the corners of her mouth, hung from her chin in shining strands, drip-drip-dripped onto her amazing heaving breasts. She continued nursing on his throbbing tube of daddy-flesh even as it began to soften, and she had yet to swallow. She swished a mixture of cum and saliva around her mouth washing him in their combined juices. When she was finished she pulled him away from her lips with an audible little pop. His cock was saturated with spunk and spittle and shined in the half-light. She smiled a sly little smile and then opened her mouth wide. She had gathered up all his cum onto her tongue and she proudly showed him before swallowing it all down. "All gone Daddy." She said and then licked her lips lavishly. "Yummy." Charlie almost laughed as she looked down at her breasts and his semi-erect cum-covered cock in amazement. "Sorry about the mess Daddy." She giggled. "Don't worry I'll clean-up after I finish playing." Charlie put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and lay back on the sofa while his insatiable daughter played a little longer. He felt her tongue lap against the base of his shaft, gathering up the little drops of cum that had collected there. He could here the wet noises as she happily smacked her lips together, relishing in the taste of him. And then he shivered with delight as once again she took him deep in her mouth. Hungrily wolfing down his slick juicy shaft. Slurping noisily. Despite his contentment he felt himself hardening again under her playful ministrations. "That's it baby, eat it up, eat it all up for Daddy." His pleasure was finally cut-short by a sharp intake of breath, the feeling of air rushing past his shaft and he looked down curiously. He followed the length of his cock from base to about midway where it disappeared between his daughter's lips. She had begun feeding it back into her hungry gullet but had stopped suddenly short. Her chin and lips were smeared with saliva and spunk. His messy little cum-queen even had some on the tip of her cute button-nose. I Cream on Jeannie Ch. 03 Then they made eye contact and her eyes were widened with shock and fright and confusion. Gone was the glazed expression. Gone was the deep spark of mischief and danger. Almost as if they had never been there in the first place, but Charlie knew better. And he knew he was fucked. At the recesses of his mind he thought he heard the mocking laughter of the Dark Lady as she left for good. His daughter looked at him accusingly, but still held him tight in her mouth, still trying to make sense of the situation. She suckled on him softly, three, four times, almost like she was sucking her thumb, before pulling back slowly and slipping him out of her mouth. "Daddy?" THE END.