2 comments/ 10083 views/ 1 favorites Jeanie By: maldonsailor Jeanie Adams, 28 year old only daughter of Mr and Mrs Albert Adams of Acacia Drive, Amblehurst, had a reasonable middle ranking career for which she was far too intelligent, and a healthy interest in sex. With the help of several boyfriends she had gained what she considered to be a pretty comprehensive knowledge of physical love in all its various incongruities and deliciousness. The men were often initially shocked to find that anybody as obviously popular and attractive as Jeanie could possibly be interested in them, but for most this feeling which was swiftly replaced by an enraptured delight. At the moment Jeanie was lying face down on her bed, idly wondering whether to go to the movies the following day and what she would like to do next with Jonathon's penis, which she had been absent-mindedly playing with in her mouth for some time. She liked Jon. She could not quite remember when they had first become friends: somehow he had been around the periphery of her adult life, it seemed, for as long as she could remember; at school in the sixth form, during University holidays, in the pub. She liked his shy humour, the kindness with which he spoke about the children he taught, and his anxiety (she was pretty certain misplaced) that he was getting it right for them. And too, she liked the way his hair was all floppy over his forehead, his broad shoulders and firm, fit backside. She rolled her tongue around the bell of his prick until her thoughts were disturbed when she heard him first sigh, breathe more heavily with pleasure, and she tasted his first dribble of precum. "Not yet, lover boy, she said." Jon groaned in pleasure and anticipation and she looked up at him. With one last flick of her tongue over the purple end of his penis, which sent him shivering with pleasure, Jeanie rolled over and placed her knees on either side of him across his belly, grinding her nowmoist pussy into his body briefly before wriggling her way up the bed so that after some moments of tongue-enlaced kissing, she had manoevred herself so that she was squatting over his face, supporting herself with the help of her left hand grasped around the bed-rail. Jon strained his head up eagerly to move his tongue to the lips of her pussy, but she was too fast for him and closed her hand over the place he sought. "Lie back and watch" she said, and raising herself so that she was just beyond convenient reach of his tongue, began her plan to masturbate for him while denying him contact for a while. This, she reckoned, would have the desired effect of prolonging the proceedings while at the same time introducing just enough of an element of kinkiness that, with a bit of luck and some prompting, might lead to what she thought of as some too-rarely visited backwaters of sexual behaviour. The thought made her giggle briefly as she drew her free hand up to part herself for him to see. "You like that? Do you want to see me wank it? Jon's eyes looked glassy with desire: she could see they were fixed between her legs and she giggled again. "Watch", she said again, and moved her fingers up to her clitoris, deftly parting her pussy's lips and tracing circles around its still-hooded but increasingly firm projection. She teased him, lowering herself close down to his face and mouth and lingering for a moment before snatching away from him as she let him see her and she felt his desire grow. With this a delicious sense of her sexual authority overcame her and she felt her nipples harden further and her internal pathway ache for him. She suddenly wanted him all over her, inside her everywhere. She pushed two of her fingers inside her vagina, almost standing over him, knees bent, one arm now resting on the wall for support so he could gaze right onto her. She moved her fingers in and out. "Look at me fucking myself. You want to do that? Look how far in it goes." She pushed hard, palm flat against the mons veneris and Jon made that kind of strangulated noise which in Jeanie's experience was Man for that things were going very much OK, thank you. Jeanie could see that he was wanking himself with expert slowness, and this pleased her, for she could tell that while he was trembling on the brink of the edge of orgasm, he had regained control and they could continue at such a state - which her increasing excitement meant that she would soon have to allow herself to reach also - for some long time. Withdrawing her finger, she held it to his face. "Smell my wet pussy. You want to taste?" Jon's pupils dilated further, but she put her finger alongside its mate in her own mouth and then both of them up inside herself. "There. I want your big fat cock right in there like that," and she heard him breathe, "Gosh, Jeanie." Suddenly Jeanie could bear it no longer. For a start her knees were beginning to hurt, and secondly, she wanted his tongue on her, really badly, now. She shuffled down the bed and turned over so that she was lying on her back, legs apart for him. He came alongside her and kissed her, which was nice for a while, but not quite what she wanted. She pushed his head down her body: in response he sucked her breasts and tried to tease her with a stealthy hand-crawl to her vulva, but (God, was he thick?) she was well past that. "Lick, Jon. Eat my pussy." He had the message this time, and he swung himself round to a reclining sixty-nine position. As he went down on her eagerly and began to run his tongue from just below the base of the opening of her vagina to round her clitoris and back, Jeanie shuddered with pleasure. "Jesus, Jon, that's good. Oh, God, lovely. The noise of pleasure escaped from him again. "Don't talk with your mouth full, she said." An old joke, she knew, but she wasn't in a state to care much, really. Waves of pleasure seemed to coming up from her toes and, while centring on her clitoris (which Jon was stimulating with his tongue in a manner that hitherto she had not credited him with) they were affecting a good many other interesting bits of her body too. She looked over at Jon's prick, which had perhaps lost some of its erection in his concentration on her, but was still very respectably firm and, she decided again, a pretty specimen. She was going to suck it again for him while he did her. She pulled Jon towards her so that his cock, which now began again to achieve its full erectile potential, was conveniently near her mouth. She closed her lips on it and moved up and down the shaft, pausing at the top of each stroke for a lengthy, lubricious lick round. Jon began to move with her, fucking her mouth, and she could taste the sweaty niceness of him as she put her hand on his buttocks to guide and control his strokes. After a while of this Jon moved round that he was between her legs and she could feel his prick sliding deliciously over her clit. They kissed passionately as he entered her, as though they were intent on tearing one another apart with longing. She arched her back to accept him and he gave long, slow strokes at first, then deeper ones and faster as she brought her knees up and he knelt to penetrate her fully against the cushion she had grabbed to place under her rounded buttocks for him. He fucked deep into her vagina, filling her as she rolled back to receive him, his hands pushing on her legs. There was no need for words. In their urgency thought was suspended as she invited him in with legs opened wide for him. Time too appeared to acquire a new quality, so in later years Jeanie, although knowing rationally that it could have only been for very much less than a minute, could only explain her experience by the thought that time is subjectively malleable. Yet this had been no car crash experience. It seemed far more like a sexual transcendence in which she had gone out of time, to where God is and to the deep Yes of the Universe. She clung to David and kissed his mouth as they fucked. When orgasm came, his with hers, she was suddenly aware that some new thing had happened for her, some page had been turned, some unimagined yet familiar country reached at last. Jeanie: Een naief meisje 05 Jeanie; Een naïef meisje in de grote stad. Hoofdstuk 5 - De speelbal van haar Baas! Het was al laat in de morgen toen Jeanie ontwaakte uit een diepe slaap. Nauwelijks beseffend waar zij was, wreef zij haar ogen uit. Het was lange tijd geleden dat zij zo goed geslapen had en met haar ogen nog half gesloten rekte zij zich behaaglijk uit. "Goeie morgen, schatje," klonk het naast haar," Goed geslapen? Weet je hoe laat het al is?" Even was zij verbaasd maar wist toen weer waar zij was en keek om naar de plaats waar de stem vandaan kwam. Haar baas was al op, en stond, in ochtendjas, naast het bed. Zijn gespierde, blote benen staken er onderuit. Hij had zich kennelijk nog niet verder aangekleed. Nog verward en slaapdronken dacht zij: " ...Hoe komt die hier...?" Maar direct daarna herinnerde zij zich weer hoe de vorige avond of liever gezegd, de nacht was geëindigd en waar, waarom, met wie, en wat zij allemaal had gedaan. "Oh ja, ik heb heerlijk geslapen, dank je. God, wat was ik moe!" antwoordde zij en glimlachte aarzelend naar hem omdat zij niet goed wist hoe zich een houding te geven, niet gewend als zij was om in een andermans bed wakker te worden. "Dat kan ik mij voorstellen. Zoals jij in bed te keer gaat!" grinnikte Jan met een veelbetekenend knipoog. "Na zoiets wordt een olifant zelfs niet meer wakker." Jeanie voelde dat zij bloosde bij deze onbedekte toespeling. "Hoe laat is 't?" vroeg zij vervolgens aan hem, gauw van onderwerp veranderend. "Tegen tienen! Maar maak je niet ongerust, het is te laat om nog naar de beurs te gaan. Blijf dus maar rustig liggen en neem er je gemak van. Ik was toch al van plan om er nog even bij je in te kruipen. We maken er vandaag maar eens een rustdag van. Voor zover als het ons tenminste lukt." Weer volgde er die veelbetekenende blik. Hij voegde de daad bij het woord en trok zijn ochtendjas uit. Jeanie's blik ging automatisch naar zijn middenrif. Haar ogen werden groot als schoteltjes. Ze wist opeens wat die blik betekende en wat hij bedoelde met; - Er even bij je in te kruipen! - "Oh, ...Mijn GOD!! H.. hhij iss..? Hhij iss ...NOGG ....STEEDSS??" stamelde zij verwonderd en dacht: "Heeft ie dan nooit genoeg?" "Niet nog steeds, liefje. Alweer!! Dat noemen wij mannen nu een ochtendstijve, schat. Die heb ik elke morgen." "Maar...? Is dat ...eh... normaal?? Dat heeft ...eh... mijn man nog nooit...?" Ze brak haar zin geschrokken af omdat haar plotseling wat te binnen schoot. "Oh, god, mijn man! Ik heb Aat beloofd elke avond te bellen en gisteren ben ik dat glad vergeten. Ohhh! Wat moet ik nu?" Ze zat plots, onbewust van haar naaktheid, rechtop en jammerde in paniek. "Kom, kom, geen paniek!" Het uitzicht op haar verleidelijk schommelende tieten liet zijn paal nog meer steigeren. "Dan bel je nu toch!" Behulpzaam pakte Jan de telefoon van het nachtkastje, nam de hoorn van de haak en zei: "Geef mij het nummer dan zal ik wel even voor je draaien." Trillend van de zenuwen zei ze het hem langzaam voor terwijl hij draaide. Zo gauw hij klaar was en de telefoon hoorde overgaan, drukte hij haar de hoorn in de hand, maar bleef naast haar staan .Zijn massieve geslacht bevond zich ter hoogte van haar gezicht. "Asjeblieft, liefje, even wachten, er is zo verbinding! Geef kleine Jan als dank ondertussen eerst maar eens een kusje." Zonder er bij na te denken, alsof het vanzelfsprekend en dagelijks werk was de penis van haar minnaar te kussen terwijl zij onderwijl haar man belde, draaide Jeanie, met de hoorn aan haar oor, haar mond naar zijn penis, likte er even langs, zoog er aan en kuste de dikke kop. De verbinding kwam tot stand. "Dag Aat, met mij. Sorry dat ik gisteravond niet heb gebeld, schat, maar het was zo druk. Ik had gewoon de tijd niet. Ik ben nog tot laat bezig geweest, en toen we eindelijk klaar waren was het veel te laat om nog te bellen. Jij sliep vast al, en ik was zo bekaf dat ik ook direct in slaap ben gevallen! Hoe gaat het met je? Mis je me, lieverd?" Jan grinnikte. Ze loog geen woord van wat zij zei ook al bedoelde zij wat anders! De sukkel moest eens weten dat zijn heerlijke vrouwtje comfortabel bij haar baas in bed lag! Zachtjes wreef hij zijn harde penis tegen haar wang. Het vrouwtje deed geen enkele poging om hem te ontwijken. Integendeel, hoewel wat afwezig, streelde zij met haar vrije hand over de achterkant van zijn dij. Hij kon haar letterlijk alles laten doen! Ver weg in Rotterdam werd er een vraag gesteld wat Jan de gelegenheid gaf haar weer zijn pik te presenteren die zij gewillig kuste. "Je maakt toch niet te veel uren, he? Wordt het betaald? Ik vind het maar niks! Dadelijk ben je overwerkt en zit ik met de gebakken peren. Als je maar niet denkt dat ik zin heb om een ziek wijf achterna te lopen!" "Nee, schat, ik overwerk me echt niet, en ik word er ook niet ziek van. Ik kan daar best wel tegen. Het geeft me juist een grotere kick dan mijn normale werk, schat! Veel bevredigender! Bovendien doen we ook veel werk op onze kamer. Dat scheelt veel!" Omdat er aan de andere kant van de lijn weer wat gezegd werd likte zij weer even langs Jan's lul. Ondertussen glimlachte zij veelbetekenend tegen hem. "Ik mis je anders wel. Dat huishouden is niks voor mij. In jouw plaats lijk ik wel de huisvrouw." Jeanie dacht weliswaar bij zichzelf: "Daar ga je toch niet dood aan?" maar antwoordde: "Ik mis jou ook schat! Nog maar een paar daagjes. Hier komt een kusje." Op het moment dat zij haar mond tuitte om een zoentje door de telefoon te geven, schoof Jan zijn pik haar mond in. "Aaaaaaiiii," schrok Jeanie, sabbelde toch even, en trok dan terug,"Niet doen, idioot!" "Wat gebeurd daar allemaal? Ben je soms niet alleen?" Direct sprak ze in de hoorn: "Ik heb je toch al verteld dat ik samen met een collega een kamer heb? Dat is mijn kamergenote! Die plaagt me!" "Oh, je kamergenote, hè? Geef me die maar eens even. Ik wil wel eens kennis maken. Is het een aardige meid?" In de tijd dat zij weer luisterde, strekte Jan zich achter haar uit, duwde haar op haar linker zij en trok haar aan de heupen dicht tegen zich aan. Door vervolgens haar been wat verder op te tillen maakte hij haar toegankelijk, verschafte zo zijn stijve paal de nodige ruimte, plaatste hem recht voor haar kut en stootte fors naar binnen. "Ooeeii, ...Aaaaiiie,...Ooeeff!!" kreunde Jeanie en drukte automatisch haar heupen nog wat verder naar achteren om het hem en zichzelf wat gemakkelijker te maken. Jan stootte rustig en stevig diep in haar door. " Wat gebeurd er nu weer? Geef me die meid nu maar eens even!" Jeanie hijgde in de telefoon: "Nee, ..aaiiee, ..dat kan nie, ...oohh, ..die gaat, ..ooeeii, ..nu net onder de,..oohh,..douche! Ik heb me, ..aauuww,..aan een harde, ...ooeeii, ..punt gestoten!" " Kijk je weer niet waar je loopt. Je bent altijd al zo onhandig. Ik begrijp niet wat die baas van je in je ziet. Je maakt alleen maar ongelukken. Kun je niet beter even blijven zitten?" Haar "baas" wist op dat moment echter precies wat hij in haar zag en aan welke 'punt' zij zich had gestoten dus neukte hij haar langs achter naar behoren. "Nee, ik benn err all eventjes bij gaannn lliggennn! ...OEEFFF! ...M'n ontbijttt werd net gebracht, ...AAIIEEE..., ennne, ...OEEEIIII, ...ikk kkreeeggg ...eh, ...stakk nett eenn ,eh... sstukkk wworstt tussenn mijn lippenn, ...jje weettt welll, ...zo'n Ffrankk, ...furterrr ... dingg! ....AAARRRGGGHHH!! - Jan grinnikte zachtjes in haar oor, zoende zuigend in haar nek en neukte nog wat harder. Dit was voor het eerst dat zijn pik met een Frankfurter worst werd vergeleken. Die meid had humor. De manier waarop zij haar vent beloog. Gewoonweg uniek! Jeanie drukte haar achterste nog wat vaster tegen zijn onderlijf, en terwijl zij met haar hoofd achterover op zijn schouder leunde, greep haar rechterhand achteruit en klauwde in zijn billen. Zij hijgde, haar stem klonk gejaagder en zij kreunde in de hoorn: "Oh, ..God! Dit isss....ddittt iss, ..Aaaahhhja, ..PERVERSS!!" "Doet het nog steeds zeer? Zo hard heb je jezelf toch niet gestoten? Of heb je soms te schielijk een hap van dat hete worstje genomen? Je moeder heeft je toch geleerd om eerst te blazen? En wat is er vers?" "He..hett ffruiitt, Aaatt ..OOOHHHHOOHH! Eenn ver...rsse bba..aa nnaaann! Ohhh, maar, ..Aarrgghh,..Ikk benn err, ..eh, ..heb HA.ASTT! Oh, SSSSCHATT!!!." - Het was zo zoetjes aan voor elk van de betrokkenen totaal onduidelijk tegen wie zij het nu eigenlijk had. "Ik hangg nnnuu opp, Aaaieaaat! ..JAAAiie, lieve JEZUS! Ikk ...KOMM ..eh, ...mmoett mme KLAARRR!! ...makennn! ..Dagg lie..verdd!" Ze had nog maar net de hoorn op de haak gegooid of ze kwam gierend klaar. Haar heupen krampten, hamerden een paar keer hard tegen zijn lijf en Jan voelde haar poesje samentrekken rond zijn bloedstijve lid, alsof zij met haar fluwelen kut probeerde hem op te vreten. ***** Op een afstand van ongeveer 600 km dacht Aat dat dit wel het vreemdste telefoongesprek was dat hij ooit had gevoerd. "Het leek verdomme wel of zij klaar kwam! Gek, wijf!" Verwonderd haalde hij zijn schouders op en liep naar de koelkast om een nieuwe pils te pakken. ***** "Je vindt het lekker op zo'n grote lul, hmmm? Beter dan met zo'n klein pikkie als van die vent van je, hè?" vroeg Jan stotend. "Vertel je baas maar eens wat voor 'n lekkere neukpaal hij heeft!" "Oooooh, ..GODD!! Aaaiiee, IDIOOO.. OOOHH, OOT ..JJaaaa, vee..eel beterrr! Hij issss.. Veeeelll beterrr! ...Het is de ...oeeiiee... dde ...beste, ...dde ...lekkerrsste pik van ....ooeefff, ...de HELE WERELD!" Ze zei het of zij de hele wereld al tussen haar benen had gehad. "Je pik ..is ..zo vet, ...zo lang, ...enne dik, ...enne...zo lekker stijf en harrdd! Hij ..aaaaiiee ..zitt zooo ..ooohhh ..DIEPPP! Ikkk ...ko..komm ...aarrhhgg ...errr zo.oo..oo...oohhhh ...llekkkerrr oppp ..aaaiie ..KLAAAARRRR!!!" Jeanie wist nauwelijks nog wat ze zei en eigenlijk kon dat haar ook maar bitter weinig schelen. Zolang Jan haar maar met die hemelse, monsterpik bleef naaien en liet klaarkomen, zou ze alles doen en zeggen wat hij maar wilde. Jan gunde haar dat plezier maar al te graag. Hij bleef gestaag hard in haar onderlichaam stoten en neukte haar van het ene orgasme in het andere, stond haar niet toe ook maar één moment tot rust te komen, en joeg haar tot steeds grotere hoogte met zijn onvermoeibaar, porrende lul. "OOOOHHH ....ALS.JE.BLIEFFF??!! JJANN??" jammerde zij na verloop van tijd, "...IKK ...KANN ...NNIEIETT ...MEEEERRR!! ...AAAAAAAGGHHH!" Ze kwam opnieuw klaar. Als een honderdklapper, zonder einde. Net zoals er geen einde kwam aan Jan's bovennatuurlijke vermogens. De matras golfde onder haar en zijn pik leek eeuwig durend te bewegen in zijn poging om haar tot aan, en zelfs erover, de grens van haar uithoudingsvermogen te brengen. Opnieuw een klimaks. Nog heviger.., nog intenser dan de vorige. "OOOOOOOOHHH ....NNNEEEEEEE ....JJANNN!? ..SSTOPP... NNUU...., AS..JE. BBLIEFFFTTT!!!" kreunde zij volledig uitgeput. Onverwachts trok Jan met een nat, zuigend geluid, zijn penis uit haar afgeneukte poesje en klom uit bed. Jeanie slaakte een zucht van verlichting maar bleef nog, in de ban van haar heftig seksueel delirium, na kronkelen, terwijl haar gedachten en gevoelens door maalden in haar hoofd. Ze voelde zich volkomen en totaal verwoest, leeg, uitgeput, uitgeteld ...en was maar nauwelijks in staat zijn bewegingen met haar troebele ogen te volgen. Jan liep, pronkend met zijn nog altijd, stijve, nat glimmende pik, naar het barretje aan het andere einde van de kamer, waar hij voor haar en zichzelf een glas in schonk. "De eerste maar tevens de laatste dan vóór het ontbijt!" zuchtte Jeanie vermoeid, en nam met trillende handen het glas van hem aan. "Ontbijten? Nu al? Je maakt zeker een grapje!" merkte hij grinnikend op, "Met een lul als dit zeker?" Vragend fronsend, probeerde zij haar versufte ogen op zijn middenrif te richten en zag tot haar verwondering en ontzetting zag dat hij nog altijd een stijve had. "Oh, god, ...Jan??? Ben JIJ dan ...eh... nog niet ...eh... klaargekomen?" "Nee, nog niet." "Oh, god, is er dan wat met je aan de hand? Heb ik ...eh... het niet.....? GOED?? ...gedaan?" Haar stem sloeg over. "Natuurlijk wel, schat, maak je maar geen zorgen. Je neukt fantastisch! Het duurt bij mij 's morgens alleen wat langer om klaar komen!" "Oh, is het dat?" vroeg zij zich langzaam drinkend af. "Daar heb ik anders de vorige keer niets van gemerkt?" Gelijk dat zij dit dacht, besefte ze dat dit pas de eerste keer was dat zij een hele nacht met hem had doorgebracht en dat zij dan ook onmogelijk kon weten hoe het de vorige keer zou zijn geweest. "Hoe is het mogelijk?" dacht zij, en nam automatisch nog een paar slokjes, "Het lijkt wel of ik mijn hele leven niet anders gedaan heb dan hem te neuken!" Jan nam haar het bijna lege glas uit handen, zette het met het zijne op het nachtkastje, stapte weer bij haar in bed, greep Jeanie bij haar heupen rolde haar om zodat zij op haar buik kwam te liggen, trok haar billen hoog in de lucht, kroop op zijn knieën achter haar en wrong opnieuw zijn machtig apparaat in haar, naar zich opgerichte, gekneusde kut. "OOOOOHHH, .....WOHWW, ....Neeeeee, JJANNN? Niet NOG eens!? Ik ben al uitgeteld! Totaal OPGENEUKT!" kreunde zij. "Maar ik bij lange na nog niet!" antwoordde hij, langzaam en met grote regelmaat stotend. Tot overmaat schoof hij, precies als gisteravond, een vinger wroetend in haar anus. Jeanie perste een wang tegen het kussen en sloot haar ogen. Hoewel zij zich tot op het bot bevredigd voelde, vond zij het opnieuw lekker het monsterachtige lid van haar minnaar en, nu zij daar eveneens aan gewend was, ook zijn vinger in haar onderbuik te voelen pompen en bedacht zo voor zichzelf: "Het lijkt wel of ik een nymfomane ben? Ja, dat moet het zijn! IK BEN EEN NYMFOMANE! Ik geloof dat ik altijd, dag in dag uit, wel met hem kan blijven neuken zonder er ooit genoeg van te krijgen!" "Morgenavond geven jij en ik voor wat relaties een besloten party." zei hij, terwijl hij haar langzaam en met lange halen neukte. "Speciaal voor jou, schat! Je zult niet alleen gastvrouwe zijn maar ook de speciale attractie." "Wwa... wwatt ...be...doel ...Je??" Jeanie keek hem, schokkend en schuddend, over haar schouder aan. "Ik bedoel dat ik een paar van die kerels waar je gisteravond mee gedanst hebt, heb uitgenodigd voor een intiem partijtje." Praten en 'breien' ging bij hem gelijk.. "Stuk voor stuk," vervolgde hij, "Zouden die er een moord voor doen om je nog eens in de armen te houden en ik wil met die heren nou juist het voor ons meest gunstige contract afsluiten. Vanzelfsprekend verwacht ik van je dat je daar volledig aan meewerkt, en het de heren zoveel mogelijk naar de zin maakt. Je met hart, ziel en je lekker lijf inzet. Ik neem zonder meer aan dat ik daar van op aan kan?" Hoewel het voor haar nog een raadsel was wat hij nu precies bedoelde nam ze aan dat hetgeen hij zei bij het werk hoorde. Een drankje inschenken, een hapje verzorgen en een beetje praten; - al wist zij, bij god, niet waar over? -, dat kon geen kwaad. "Toch?" Jan voelde, ondertussen, zijn ballen samentrekken en was vastbesloten er nu maar een eind aan te maken. Hij had zich al zo lang ingehouden dat zijn scrotum pijnlijk aanvoelde. Snel trok hij zijn pik uit haar snee terug. Jeanie protesteerde hevig, vooral omdat hij ook nog uit bed stapte. Met één hand draaide hij haar op de rug, greep een enkel en trok haar woest naar de zijkant van het bed, vouwde haar benen zo ver dat haar knieën aan weerszijden van haar hoofd terecht kwamen en stootte met een tevreden gegrom zijn fallus weer diep in haar snee waarna hij onmiddellijk hard en snel begon te stampen. Zijn pik doorploegde diep haar kutsnee, vulde haar zoveel mogelijk op met zijn harde mannelijkheid terwijl hij haar als een hengst bereed. Hij lette nauwelijks op haar smeekbeden om het, ...alst..je..blieft...? ..wat rustiger aan te doen; - maar vocht zich als een hondsdolle, alleen nog maar naar zijn eigen bevrediging. Op dat moment was zij voor hem slechts speelgoed, het werktuig waarvoor hij haar had meegenomen om naar eigen believen mee te doen wat hij wilde. Hij gebruikte haar kut als om zich af te rukken en beukte meedogenloos om klaar te komen. Zijn buik sloeg tegen haar billen, liet ze schudden en schokken, en haar tieten schommelden wild mee. Eindelijk kreunde en gromde hij, begroef zijn paal zo diep als hij maar kon in haar onderlijf, hield stokstijf stil, zijn ogen vernauwd en zijn mond half open, rukte aan haar haren haar hoofd omhoog en tegen zijn schouder, beet zich vast in haar nek, en kwam met heftige schokken in haar klaar. Jeanie liet hem machteloos zijn gang gaan, blij als zij was dat hij eindelijk klaar kwam. Hoewel zij wist dat hij het volste recht had zijn zaad in haar buik te spuwen, was zij, omdat hij zo ruw met haar omsprong, opgelucht dat hij aan zijn einde kwam. "Bedankt, schatje," zei hij, terwijl hij met een floppend geluid zijn lul en vingers uit haar trok en zijn, ...eindelijk...! traag verslappende pik, aan haar billen afveegde. "Dat was precies wat ik nodig had! Ga je nu maar aankleden. Als je klaar bent laat ik je Frankfurt zien." ***** Nu Jeanie weer terug was op de wereld en zich bewust van haar omgeving kwam zij tot de ontstellende ontdekking dat zij niet in haar "eigen" kamer was. Gehaast zocht zij de kleding welke zij de vorige avond had gedragen bij elkaar om niet naakt over de gang te moeten, tot Jan, terwijl hij in de richting van zijn kast wees, zei: "Je kleren hangen daar, liefje. Ik ben zo vrij geweest om vanmorgen, toen jij nog sliep, al je spullen van je kamer uit naar hier te halen. Nu je de komende dagen toch hier slaapt, is het onzin om die kamer aan te houden, nietwaar?" ****** Jeanie genoot met volle teugen van de stad. Met vakanties was zij wel in Spanje geweest, maar tussendoor was zij nog nooit verder geweest dan een dagje Amsterdam en, hooguit op zondagmorgen, naar de "Vogeltjesmarkt", in Antwerpen. Het laatste jaar was zij nog helemaal niet weggeweest omdat zij daar doodeenvoudig het geld niet voor had. Frankfurt maakte dan ook een overweldigende indruk op haar. Eerst bezochten zij de "Altstadt", het oorspronkelijke oude gedeelte van de stad, waar, gerestaureerde zogenaamde vakwerkhuizen stonden, waarin veelal café's, restaurants maar ook een aantal boetieks gevestigd waren. Ze keek haar ogen uit. Ook op de prijzen, want, omdat het merkartikelen waren, waren die schreeuwend duur. In een van de vele gezellige restaurantjes gebruikten zij een warme lunch. Het merendeel van de zitplaatsen bestond uit een bank welke gedeeltelijk rond tafeltjes waren geformeerd, wat het, volgens Jan, de serveersters gemakkelijker maakten om hun klanten te bedienen omdat deze in het gangpad niet in de weg zaten. Bovendien kon je naast elkaar zitten, wat dit soort restaurantjes aantrekkelijk maakt voor verliefde stelletjes. Hierdoor gewaarschuwd, keek Jeanie er dan ook niet van op dat er, een tafeltje verderop, een paartje in het openbaar rustig zat te vrijen zonder zich ook maar iets van hun omgeving aan te trekken. Jan bestelde voor zichzelf een Zigeuner Schnitchel, en zij wilde graag een tournedos. Hoewel zij bier in haar hart verafschuwde dronk zij mee, omdat je, volgens Jan, in Duitsland nu eenmaal bier behoorde te drinken. Daarbij is het Duitse Pilsner lichter van alcoholpercentage dan het Nederlandse. Wijn wilde zij, zo nu en dan, wel drinken en ook cognac had zij, sinds zij haar werkgever intiem kende, leren drinken. "Bier was altijd zo'n grote plas," vond zij. Ze at met smaak en merkte nu pas dat zij een behoorlijke trek had. Toen zij dat tegen haar baas zei, antwoordde die: "Dat komt omdat je de halve nacht en de halve morgen zo druk in de weer geweest bent, schatje! Liefde maakt hongerig, weet je. Neem nog maar een eitje. Dan kunnen we er de komende nacht weer lekker tegenaan." Jeanie Gets Exposed My name is Dan and I am in the Army stationed in Germany. I have been married to Jeanie for 21 years and we have had the normal ups and downs of married life in the military. Many separations and deployments and our marriage has made it through it all. Our 2 sons are back in the United States attending college. Our sex life has been good although not particularly awe-inspiring. We have sex about 1-2 times a week but nothing spectacular. Jeanie is above average in looks and curves and I love the way she looks. She of course thinks she is too fat and I continually tell her that her curves make her even sexier. She is 5' 5" tall and weighs about 150 lbs. She has a little bit of a tummy and a thick ass. Her tits are a small c-cup with large, dark, sensitive nipples. They do sag some but there is nothing wrong with that. Jeanie was an 18 year old virgin when I met her and we did not have complete sex until our wedding night. We engaged in petting and so on before that but nothing else. I masturbated often after our dates back then. Now that the boys are out of the house I was hoping that we would be able to experiment more with sex but she has been very reluctant to do anything more than we have done. In her words, "I am just not comfortable doing more than we do now, aren't you satisfied with me"? I wanted to engage in unscheduled sex, loud sex, maybe some exhibition or even just hanging around the house naked, but have not talked her into it. When I try to get her to dress more revealing she always says no. Even on vacation she rarely wore a bikini. The one time we bought a semi-revealing bikini, when she got it wet it became somewhat transparent and she was horrified that people could see her nipples and pubic hair through it and never wore it again. Just the thought of others seeing her that way got me very turned on, and made up my mind that I would get her to loosen up somehow. After returning home from vacation, I turned to a flattering campaign, telling her how good she looked and saying that her tan looked so sexy. She liked the flattery and since it was still cold here, she started going to a tanning bed place a couple times a week. She confided in me that she did not feel very comfortable undressing and lying on the tanning bed that so many other people used, so I suggested that we just buy a tanning bed and we could set it up in one of the extra bedrooms. We found a decent one and had it set up in the first bedroom upstairs and she started using the bed regularly. About a month later, a good friend of our was getting ready to rotate back to the states and since we both liked him and he came over to our place often, we invited him stay at our place for the final week he was here after he shipped his stuff back to the states. Saturday morning, 2 days ago, Jermaine came over to the house to drop off his luggage so it was out of his apartment and he could finish cleaning it for inspection by the landlord. Jeanie was tanning upstairs and I just told him to throw his stuff in the guest room and I would give him a key. He went upstairs and opened the door to the first bedroom and there was Jeanie just getting out of the tanning bed. She was completely naked and screamed when she saw him. I rushed upstairs as he was apologizing to her saying that he thought it was the guest room. She was freaked out that he had seen her naked and had her towel wrapped around her. At first Jermaine said that he would just get a hotel room but I told him that it was an honest mistake and that it would not be a problem. Jeanie was really embarrassed and didn't want to face him. I told her that it was my fault and not his since I didn't tell him that it was the other room he needed to go to. I talked her down and she finally agreed that it was ok for him to stay. Secretly I was turned on that he had seen her fully naked and it set my mind in motion trying to figure out a way to have him see more of her. That evening we started drinking about 4 PM and by the time we had dinner, Jermaine and I had put a dent on a bottle of Glenfiddich 12 and I was feeling it. Jeanie also had a few drinks and she was a bit drunk already too. As the night progressed, I switched to beer, but I made sure that whenever Jeanie left the room I added a little bit of whiskey to her glass each time. Jeanie is not a big drinker and it was showing with her. She started slurring a bit and when she tried to stand up it was obvious that she was quite drunk. I told Jeanie that she should go get ready for bed even though it was only about 9 o'clock. Since she was quite drunk I helped her upstairs and then undressed her and helped her into her nightie. I chose a white nightie that was quite lacy and with the light behind her, I could see everything. I went to pee and when I got back in the bedroom I saw that Jeanie had lain back on the bed and was almost asleep. I shook her and said it would be rude not to say goodnight to Jermaine. Jeanie didn't even notice that her nightie was partially open in the front and showing off a lot of her left tit. She stumbled downstairs and I watched as she when went over to Jermaine to say good night. Just as she got to him his phone rang and she sat down to wait for him to finish talking. It took a little while and Jeanie fell asleep on the couch as he was talking. When Jeanie does get drunk, she sleeps very soundly and this was probably the most I had ever seen her drink at one time since I knew her. Once Jermaine finished his call, he asked if we should wake her to get her to bed and I said that we should just let her sleep there. She was snoring a little bit and we got a chuckle out of her like that. As she slept, she curled up a little bit on the couch and as she moved, her nightie pulled up which gave us a tantalizing view of her ass cheek. I saw that Jermaine was sneaking glances at her ass and I pretended not to notice as he adjusted his crotch a couple times. When Jermaine got up to piss, I moved Jeanie's legs a bit apart so that from his seat he would be able to see tufts of her pussy hair and also pulled the top of her nightie open a little more so that her nipple was partially visible. When he got back I said that I was going to go upstairs and change into my sweat pants to get more comfortable and went upstairs. I crawled back to the top of the stairs so I could see what was going on in the living room. Jermaine was trying to see her pussy and I instantly got hard watching him checking Jeanie out. She moved a little bit and her legs were even further open than when I had left them there. Her pussy was visible now. He was obviously hard and turned on seeing her exposed like she was. I made some noise as I walked back downstairs and when I got there he was sitting back and had a pillow in his lap. I looked at Jeanie and said to him, "I guess she is down for the count." Jermaine laughed. I grabbed my phone and took a few pics of her laying there like she was. Then I told Jermaine that it was ok for him to look at her since he was still trying not to let me see him stare at her. I moved closer to her and pulled her legs further apart so that I could clearly see her pussy and took a couple more pics. She didn't even stir as I moved her legs apart. I then moved back because I wanted to take a couple of pics of her like that with Jermaine in the pic. I snapped some pics of him looking at her exposed pussy and then told him that he should move closer. He did and I took some more pics of his face inches away from her. I handed him the phone and told him to take some pics of me with her. I moved her top down so that her tit was exposed completely and as he took some pics, I licked her nipple. She didn't even move so I touched her pussy too. All that did was cause her to open her legs a little further and move flatter on her back. This fully exposed her pussy to us. I was worried that if I moved her or touched her more she would wake up so I grabbed a blanket and covered her and told Jermaine that I was going to carry her upstairs to bed. I said that if he wanted to see her completely naked he should follow and watch through the bedroom door as I put her to bed. I carried her upstairs and she barely woke up as I carried her. I told her that I was putting her to bed and then I would be in bed soon. She mumbled something and fell back asleep. Once up in the bedroom I shut the door all but a small crack so he could watch and then I started taking her nightie off. I laid her on the bed fully nude and kissed her some. She moaned a little and I worked my way down to her nipples and sucked on them a little. They hardened and she moaned as I moved my fingers to her pussy and started to rub her. She opened her legs and I could tell that she was getting wet so I started to finger her pussy. I continued fingering her and kissing her nipples and her lips, knowing that Jermaine was watching. She started to get into it and moaned that I should fuck her. I moved between her legs and pulled my sweatpants down and pushed inside her. It only took me a very short time before I was shooting my cum into her and I could hear that Jermaine was jacking his cock outside the door too. As I pulled out of her, I grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped her clean. She rolled over and was asleep in no time. I covered her and left the bedroom. When I got back downstairs, Jermaine told me it was hot as hell watching and said that Jeanie was fucking hot. I told him that I hoped he could get much closer to her before he left Germany. I warned him not to say anything about what happened because she would freak out on us. Then I told him that I would give him any of the pics that didn't show her face. The following morning, Jeannie woke up with a headache but never let on that anything had happened. If more happens it will be another story. Jeanie the Genie Copyright Oggbashan August 2015 Edited September 2015 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. The information about genies is fictitious. Don't try any of the information on your neighbourhood genie. September edit is to correct a minor plot error. ************************************************* For mid-morning on Sunday in early August on the North Thanet coast the weather was appalling. There had been a severe storm from the North East last night, and although the wind had reduced there were heavy showers. It was raining hard as I parked my car. Since my retirement a couple of years ago I had become a beachcomber, looking for items to turn into works of art. Whether they were actually art was dubious. I tried, but I'm not really competent. I have great ideas. My execution is a long way short of the ideas. I'm improving yet I have butchered some interesting beach finds into parodies of my intentions. Normally I beach comb in the winter when there are fewer people around and more items thrown up by storms. Last night's storm and today's bad weather gave me an unexpected opportunity. If I went far enough from the car park any interesting flotsam or jetsam would be mine. I unloaded my trolley, my small sports holdall and added a plastic tarpaulin to the pop-up angler's shelter. I might need to cover whatever I found. If in my shelter, no one else would take it. Why did I bother? The car park was empty. No other idiot would be out in this driving rain. I thought, if she knew, my ex-wife Alice would be laughing at me. She used to complain that I had no interests apart from my work. That was the main reason she gave for leaving me. I think she lied. Alice had met Jason, her toy boy, years before she asked for a divorce. But she had been right. Work had been my only interest. Even now, beachcombing was a pastime, not a real interest. Making an art work was more satisfying, or would be if I was even slightly skilled. How far should I go? Did it matter? Anything washed up during last night wouldn't have been taken. Even the most dedicated dog walkers wouldn't have gone further than they had to. I started walking, scanning the shingle beach from the top of the sea wall. After half a mile I had a few pieces of twisted tree roots in my trolley. None of them really inspired me but they might do for practice. A few hundred yards ahead was an indentation, a small cove, as the sea wall diverted inland. That cove caught most of the interesting stuff. I pulled the hood of my anorak down as I stomped into the driving rain. At the cove I turned around so my back was to the wind and rain. Only then could I see an accumulation of debris. I lifted the shelter and tarpaulin off the trolley. I would be here for an hour or so, and the shelter would be pleasant whenever I took a break. I erected it in a couple of minutes in my usual place, a grassy level area well above high tide. The tent pegs slid into the sodden ground. I used more pegs than usual because of the wind. I threw the tarpaulin into the shelter and set off towards the debris. The storm had eroded the shingle beach to a steeper curve than normal. As I scrambled down towards the flotsam my feet dislodged stones in a series of mini-avalanches. I heard a crunch as if I had trodden on a plastic bottle. I didn't look back. Why should I? I'd see it when I left the beach, and that debris looked very interesting. "Sam? Are you going to ignore me?" That voice raised feelings I hadn't had for years. It was sultry, sexy and alluring. I spun around, nearly falling over. Standing halfway down the shingle bank was a woman dressed in translucent harem pants, a short top and a half yashmak partly covering her lower face. She had a very large transparent shawl or veil over her head and shoulders. The rain was beginning to soak her as I watched. I was speechless. Where had she come from? She can't have walked from the car park because she had been virtually dry when I turned round. I stumbled my way towards her. "You'd better get into my shelter," I said. "You're not dressed for this weather." She wasn't. She was barely dressed at all. Her attire might be suitable for a bedroom in a hot climate but not for a wet English summer. It looked like a 1950s Hollywood costume for an exotic dancer, not real Eastern attire. Except for her bra, panties and open waistcoat, everything was translucent. Her yashmak and veil were almost transparent with a tinge of pink. "Is that an invitation?" She asked. "I need an invitation." "Be my guest," I replied automatically. "Your guest, Sam? Thank you." She went up that bank and into my shelter as if she was on level ground. I scrambled and slid after her. She was sitting cross-legged at the back. I grabbed my holdall to pull out a towel. I handed it to her. "I think you need this," I said. "Thank you, Sam. Please come in too." There was barely room for both of us in there. I shed my wet anorak and pushed it under the tarpaulin. She was towelling her hair, masses of long brown hair reaching down to her waist. "Who are you?" I asked, "and why..." "I'm Jeanie, of course, Sam," she replied. "Can't you see my brown hair?" As she dried it I could see it was light brown hair. "Jeanie with the light brown hair?" I asked, stupidly. "Yes, Sam. I'm Jeanie the Genie with the light brown hair." I thought I'd humour her. "And what is Jeanie the Genie doing here?" "You released me from my bottle, Sam." "I did? When? How?" "When you went down to the beach. You broke my bottle and here I am." "I didn't know I had. What does that mean, Jeanie?" "It should mean, Sam, that I owe you three wishes." "Wishes? Don't they usually end up badly?" "Sometimes, Sam. It depends on the wisdom of the person making the wish." "I'm not sure about making a wish, but if you have magical powers, surely for your own sake you ought to do something about the rain, Jeanie. And perhaps find some more suitable clothing. Is that possible?" "Clothing, yes. Fixing the English weather? That's probably beyond my capabilities. How would you like me to be dressed, Sam?" "It's not what I want," I emphasised, "It's what you would be comfortable and dry wearing. I think I have a spare lightweight anorak in my car. I could get that but your legs would still get very wet, Jeanie." "This is the traditional female Genie costume, Sam. It's supposed to give you ideas." "It does, Jeanie, it does. Ideas I thought were long gone. But it isn't very practical in the pouring rain. I don't want a Jeanie with pneumonia." "But you do want a Jeanie? That's a good start for us, Sam. Turn your back for a few seconds, please?" I looked out at the pouring rain. Was there a faint hint of lighter sky in the far distance? Or was it just my wishful thinking? "You can turn round now, Sam." Jeanie was wearing clothes like mine, obviously feminine, but waterproof. Her hair was bundled into a headscarf that was covered by her anorak's hood. She held out a neatly folded pile of clothing. "Put these in your holdall Sam. I'll need them later." I stared at her. She had shed her yashmak. Jeanie looked almost like my ideal woman, or perhaps better than my imagination could have produced. She had a wonderful face that was expressive and smiling. Only her eyes gave a hint of vast experience of the world. They looked as if she had seen everything. She waved the pile of clothes. "Sam?" "Sorry, Jeanie..." I took the clothes and put them carefully in my holdall. "Now, Sam, can we go somewhere to find some food? I haven't eaten for thirty years..." "There's a pub..." "I know there is. Come on. Put your anorak on, pack your shelter, and let's go. I'll make a couple of changes to my appearance if I'm going to be with you." I reached for my anorak. It was dry. How? I didn't care. I had Jeanie beside me. She had changed. As I had first seen her she looked to be in her twenties. Jeanie still looked much younger than me but had subtly aged. She was still devastatingly attractive but a mature woman, perhaps fifteen years younger than me. The wet shelter was soon bundled onto my trolley. As I trundled it back towards the car park Jeanie's hand was tucked into my crooked arm as if it belonged there. I loaded the trolley and its contents into my car as Jeanie stood in the pub's porch. As I looked at her, bundled up in wet weather clothing, she still looked like the most attractive woman I had seen in years. She was the first for a decade that had given me an instant erection. Her voice had done that even before I had seen her. Looking at Jeanie kept my erection hard. She almost dragged me into the pub. I sat her down at a table close to the log fire. She was shedding her outer layers of clothing as I went to the bar to ask for the menu. "We haven't got much today, Sam," the landlord said. "We weren't expecting many customers in this weather. You two are the first today." "What have you got, Alex?" "We could do cottage pie with peas and carrots. The vegetables will be from frozen but Mary made the cottage pie last night. That do?" "Yes please, Alex. Two cottage pies. I'll have to ask her what she wants to drink. I'll have my usual. I'm driving." "OK, Sam. I'll tell Mary to get the meals going while you ask your friend what she wants. It's just as well the pub is empty. She looks wonderful. All the lads would be crowded around her." Alex disappeared through the door to the kitchen before I could reply. I went back to Jeanie. "They only have cottage pie, Jeanie," I said. "I've ordered that. What would you like to drink?" "Do they have any red wine?" "Yes. It will be fairly basic but reasonably palatable, Jeanie." "Then a large glass of red wine please. I haven't had a drink for..." "...thirty years." I finished for her. "You don't look as if you've been waiting thirty years, Jeanie. You must have been very young then." "Silly Sam. Genies are almost immortal. You don't want to know my real age. I can look any age I want. I chose this appearance just for you." "And it works, Jeanie, how it works. You look wonderful." "I'll feel better with a drink and some food." Jeanie looked pointedly at the bar. Alex was back. "A large glass of red wine for the lady, please," I said. Within less than a minute Alex brought my soft drink and Jeanie's red wine to our table. "Welcome to my hostelry," he said to Jeanie. "You're new here, aren't you?" I thanked him for the wine but Jeanie didn't answer his question. "Mary says the meals will be ready in about a quarter of an hour. That OK?" "Yes, Alex, thank you." He went back to the bar, slowly, as if unwilling to leave Jeanie behind. I could understand how he felt. I didn't want to lose Jeanie either, but how long would a genie stay? "Jeanie, how come you were in that bottle?" I asked quietly. "Shh, Sam. Don't talk about that now." Jeanie whispered fiercely at me. "Wait until we are alone. You'd better call me Jean when we're here. You friend Alex would think you have gone mad if you talk about genies. Later." "There will be a later?" "Yes, Sam. We have to sort out your three wishes and our relationship. You've got a spare bedroom, haven't you?" I nodded. "Then I'm a distant cousin -- from Australia -- staying with you for a while. Your cousin Jean." Jeanie emphasised the 'Jean'. "OK, Jean. You will be very welcome to stay with me." "As your guest, Sam?" "Yes, Jean. As my guest." "Thank you, Sam. The word guest is important. I couldn't enter your house without your invitation. A guest has responsibilities as well as the host. As your guest I can't harm or hurt you. Unfortunately some of us don't stick to the rules and give us a bad name." Jeanie was still whispering, her brown hair caressing my cheek as she leaned close to me. "When Alex comes back, introduce me as your cousin Jean from Melbourne." Jeanie continued. "You're sure?" "Yes, Sam. I'll sound as if I am from Melbourne." She did. I introduced her to Alex as he brought our cottage pie. Jeanie had exactly the right accent and intonation. Jeanie ate the cottage pie with obvious enjoyment. I had to order another glass of wine for her. I was slightly worried that two large glasses of wine would be too much. They didn't seem to affect her at all. We left shortly after finishing the meal. No other customers had braved the bad weather. I drove the short distance to my house, very conscious that I had a beautiful woman sitting beside me, even if she was a genie. I parked my car on the drive, retrieved the holdall, and opened the car door for Jeanie. We dashed for my front door. I opened it, and stood aside to allow her to enter. "Not like that, Sam," Jeanie said quietly. "I need to be carried across your threshold, please." I threw the holdall inside. Jeanie fitted snugly against my shoulder. I pushed the door shut with my foot. I carried her through to the living room. I sat down, still holding her. I didn't want to let Jeanie go. "Sam," Jeanie said, "we need to shed our wet clothes." She was right. We were still wearing out waterproof outerwear. Jeanie climbed off me. I stood up, took my anorak and over-trousers off. I took them out to the hall and hung them up to dry. As I came back, Jeanie was taking off her headscarf. She shook her hair as it was uncovered. It splayed in a shimmering mass. Now dry and loose, it wasn't light brown. "Yes, Sam. Light brown is a euphemism for ginger. Jeanie with the ginger hair doesn't sound the same, but I'm a ginger." She was. A wonderful ginger with a faint trace of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Light brown or ginger didn't matter to me. Jeanie was perfect. "Can I have my clothes out of the holdall please?" "Of course, but what you are wearing is more practical, Jeanie." "They would be, if they existed. They're an illusion. My clothes, please?" I fetched them from the holdall. I turned my back while Jeanie dressed. I cheated. There was a mirror over the fireplace. I saw a flash of naked Jeanie as her modern clothes disappeared. She was wearing skimpy panties and a bra that weren't really concealed when she put her genie costume back on. She left her shawl and yashmak off, tucking them into the waistband of her translucent trousers. For once I was grateful that my former wife Alice had insisted on full length net curtains. No one looking in would believe that Jeanie, dressed as skimpily as she was, could be my cousin from Melbourne. "Can we talk?" I asked. "Talk? Is that all you want to do, Sam?" "You know it isn't. But I'm still confused. I didn't expect to meet a Jeanie today." "And one you saved from her imprisonment, Sam. She owes you three wishes..." "I'm not sure about them either, Jeanie. You are a shock, a very pleasant shock, but..." "You'd like to know what the implications of saving a genie are?" "Yes, Jeanie, and a lot more about the situation. I like, no love, the Jeanie I see. I don't want her to go before..." "Before you've got to know her better?" The way Jeanie spoke that, I knew that she meant know in the carnal sense. My continued erection was a sign of my desire for her. "OK, Sam. Can we move to the kitchen and have some coffee?" I thought hurriedly. Was the kitchen overlooked? It wasn't. "Yes, Jeanie. Have you got any other clothes? You don't look like my cousin from Melbourne." "Other clothes? No, Sam. These are what I was wearing when I was forced into the bottle." "Who did that?" We were walking into the kitchen. Jeanie was leaning against me and had pulled my arm around her bare waist. I made the coffee. I was very aware that Jeanie was wearing next to nothing. "Aren't you cold?" I asked as I gave her the mug. I sat down beside her on the small cottage settee placed in the alcove that had housed the solid fuel range when my house was built. "Cold? No. I know I'm making you feel hot." Jeanie grinned. "You are. You know you are. But can we talk about genies? And how you came to be in a bottle?" Jeanie made a face. "I suppose I must. It will take some time. OK. Genies, particularly male genies, are fiercely territorial. They want an exclusive area to themselves and to expand it whenever they can. They are like young males of most species, aggressive if anyone threatens their chosen territory. Genies can gain increased power and therefore territory in two ways. The first is by tricking humans. The three wishes is just one of their ploys. Every time a human makes a genie-inspired disastrous choice the genie gets stronger. The other way is to force another genie into a bottle. The successful genie gains half the power of the one who ends up imprisoned, until the captive genie is released. If one genie is much stronger than another the result is obvious. But trickery can be used too. At any time at least half the world's male genies are in bottles. It doesn't harm them but it is an enforced and boring hibernation. They can only be released by a human." "What about female genies, Jeanie?" "Shh! I was just getting to them. Female genies are also territorial but their territory is sex. They gain power by having sex with male genies, or sometimes with female genies. The male genie can consent to sex and that consent gives the female some of his power. But if she has successfully seduced an unwilling male genie, not only does she gain much more power, but she can force him into a bottle when he is exhausted by too much sex. She is at risk. If she fails to seduce an unwilling male, she ends up in the bottle. But the risk is worth it. If she is a successful seductress she can become so powerful that no male genie can force her into a bottle by strength or even trickery. She is her own person." I was about to ask Jeanie if she had ended up in a bottle by failing to seduce a male genie. Her soft hand over my mouth stifled my question. "Shut up and just listen, Sam. I have a better idea. Hold still for a second." Jeanie pulled her yashmak from her waist band. She lifted it to my face and pressed it lightly to cover me from below the eyes to my neck. She smoothed it with her fingers. It clung to my face as if it was made of cling film. The sensation was weird. I could breathe freely through my nose inhaling Jeanie's perfume but my mouth seemed gagged. I couldn't speak. It almost felt as if Jeanie's mouth had covered mine. "Just enjoy that, Sam. That's temporary to stop you from interrupting. It's not really a gag, just a sign that you're my human. You can't speak without my permission. If you want to be released, squeeze my hand three times quickly." Jeanie's hand slid into mine. "Where was I? Yes, female genies want independence and power over their own bodies, and of course, to stay out of bottles." My erection was almost unbearable. Jeanie's voice was so sultry and compelling and combined with the sensation of a prolonged kiss was giving me sensations I hadn't had for years. Jeanie knew the effect she was having on me. "I think we had better stop there for a few minutes, Sam. Come on. Upstairs to your bedroom. That's what you need." She was right. I followed her upstairs. Her almost bare behind wiggled in front of me. I still couldn't speak with my face wrapped in her yashmak. Did I want to squeeze her hand and be released? I liked the sensation of a continuing kiss. Jeanie pushed me on to my back on my bed. Somehow my clothes vanished to reappear neatly folded over a chair. As Jeanie straddled me her clothes joined mine, except for the yashmak still covering my face. I saw that her bush was as ginger as her hair before she impaled herself on my erection. Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair story I am about to post was written as a contest entry. The rules of the contest were to use the inspiration of the picture of a kneeling woman clothed only in shear thy high stockings and a white feather boa draped over her shoulders. There was a caption under the picture, "you want me to do what? with this boa?" that had to be used somewhere in the story. The total length of the story could not exceed 1200 words. The following was my entry: * I arrived at Club Chameleon just as they were closing the doors. Club Chameleon was a high class swing club on the West side of Phoenix, AZ. I had been a member for only a few weeks when the invitations were sent out in March for the first of the year's parties. The Club Chameleon "by invitation only" party comes but twice a year. Having missed the first one in 2004 I sure did not want to miss the second one. I had heard nothing but praise for the one in March. Just thinking about the erotic implications since receiving my invitation was enough to get me to half staff. This party's theme, being held on Saturday, October 30 was, what else, a costume party. The guests were to wear period costumes for the late 1800s to the early1900s. I opted to come as the "Lone Ranger," mask and all. It was at Club Chameleon toward the end of May that I saw one of the most erotic dances that I have ever seen in person. There was a pole dancing contest scheduled for around midnight. The dancers were to be volunteers from the audience. The winner from this night was to be a contestant in the finals on June 12. The grand prize was a week's vacation in Vegas. An extraordinarily well put together lady was called for her turn. She had one big wry smile toward her husband and winked as she went up on stage. His face was one of shock. She was wearing a tight knit top underneath a pair of shorts with a bib overall top. She is about 5' 4" tall and maybe 35 years old. She loves to dance and was seldom off of the dance floor. As she arrived on the stage, the DJ played the erotically slow music that she had chosen. As she danced around the pole she undid the bib top and let it fall. Her 36 D's nipples became self evident. She undid the buttons at the sides of her shorts and they fell to the floor revealing pink panties. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her shorts. Before leaning over she gave herself a wedgie, back to the audience, stiff legged she picked up the shorts. Damn nice firm cheeks there, too. Just then the song ended and she went back to their table to sit. The DJ announced that she had done it as a surprise for her husband's birthday. Lucky guy. At the conclusion of the night's contest the DJ began to play her kind of sultry music, and she and her husband began to dance together. She was completely dressed again, but she was rubbing her back and front all over him. They began to dirty dance just like in the movie. He ran his hands over her body inches from her through about four songs as he undressed her. The rest of the people, about 50, who had been dancing, left them alone on the dance floor. Except to remove her clothing a piece at a time until she was nude, he did not touch her. She danced one complete song with her bald pussy for us all to see. When the music stopped, you could have heard a pin drop. They gathered up her clothes and left for the private rooms in the back. Over the course of the next several weeks I had the pleasure of dancing with her many times. She became more and more friendly each succeeding night. Then, two weeks before the scheduled party, she spent an entire song rubbing her pussy on my leg and her firm butt on my crotch. There was no doubt in my mind that she could feel my erection straining for relief. She inspired an erection the likes of which I had not had in years. We old guys, while not dead yet, are not suppose to get that hard. Before going to dance the last dance of the evening with her husband she said, "I expect to see you here on the 30th of October." I responded, "Tell me that you will be here and I guarantee it." She said, "Deal," winked and collected her husband for the last dance of the night. That brings me to the appointed night. I wandered around until I found them. Her husband stood and shook my hand while inviting me to sit in the third chair at the table. They were well costumed as a dance hall gambler and a dance hall girl of the late 1800s. She had on a very low cut dress which showed the tops of her ample breasts. Her overall appearance reminded me of "Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair" by Stephen Foster. She had a white boa that served to amplify her sexy nature as she and her husband danced. I asked him for and received permission to dance a slow dance with her. She clung to me like a vine growing up a chimney. Three more dances each for her husband and I, and she let me know that it was time, as her juices were running down her legs. She told her husband to get a room. Off he went while I waited for her to come back from the ladies' room. He arrived just as she did. He guided us to the room and he suggested that I dance with her as he had those many nights ago. I removed her clothes while he watched. She had my full attention, and I did not notice that he had undressed, too. He moved to her, and they locked in an embrace that was accentuated by their nudity. She told him that she wanted me nude, and she would do it. Nude now, she stood in front of me unbuttoned my shirt, undid my pants and pulled them and my shorts down in one smooth move. She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. I cautioned her that I was about to blow. Rather than stopping, she redoubled her efforts. Her husband moved in behind her and lifted her butt and slid into her vagina in one smooth move. I had one of the hardest cums I had had in years. She moaned and shuddered while he filled her at the same time. As we all recovered, she said, "you want me to do what? with this boa?" I repeated that I wanted to have her sit on my now rejuvenated cock while her husband took her ass. She was to let him use the boa as reins to ride her hard. She smiled, pushed me onto my back, and impaled herself on my cock. Her husband, using the lube that the club provides, entered her ass while I rubbed and tweaked her nipples. We began to move in unison as she got louder and louder with her exclamations of pleasure. Her husband and I both anointed her again as she screamed, "OH Shit," and collapsed on me. When I could move, I got dressed, kissed her passionately, thanked them both and left.