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<PRE>Author: Z-Spot
Title: Wet Dream of Jeannie
Summary: An erotic version of the TV show
"I Dream of Jeannie"
Keywords: MF, hetero, anal, M-oral, F-sub
Language: English
Copyright: 2005

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This story contains descriptions of nudity and sexual
situations. If you're under sixteen and are reading
this, then your parents should keep a closer
eye on you. This story can't be changed or sold
without my permission. Same for putting it on
websites, FTP, CD-ROMs, etc.
==============================================

Wet Dream of Jeannie (1 of 2)
by Z-Spot
(zeespot@operamail.com)

Mike Nielsen loved "I Dream Of Jeannie" for many reasons, but
one in particular he shared with legions of men around the
world. The idea of having a gorgeous, skimpily-dressed woman
at his command was an obvious dream come true. And, like
most men, he thought Major Nelson was an idiot for not taking
advantage of the situation.

Mike thought of this as he chugged a beer in his living room,
lit by the flickering light of the TV. It was showing "Jeannie"
on Nickelodeon, a rerun he'd seen a hundred times about
Jeannie fixing time so it was always Saturday. Mike wished
he could do that instead of going to work tomorrow.

Mike winced at the sight of Jeannie's harem outfit. Man, it
turned him on. If only the network censors of the time had
allowed Barbara Eden to show more skin.

Mike sighed and reached for another beer from the six-pack
next to the couch. He popped the top.

Instead of the hiss of escaping gas, the beer can erupted in
a loud roar. Mike cried out, dropping the can. When it hit
the carpet, instead of beer, smoke poured out. It formed a
cloud that rose and swelled as it began to take on a definite
shape. Colors rippled through the smoke until they settled
into place.

Mike's eyes widened as the smoke came together to form
an incredibly gorgeous woman. Her feet were bare, but
her long legs were enveloped in red, swelling pants that were
just transparent enough to give him a view of her muscular
calves and thighs. The pants stopped just above her waist,
low enough that Mike could see a few tendrils of her blond
pubic hair poking out of the waistline.

Her toned and smooth stomach was fully-exposed with her
bellybutton a cute indentation in its center. Her ribs
were covered by a red, silken bra with gold trim on the
edges. The top was cut low enough to expose a generous
helping of cleavage from her massive breasts.

Her throat was draped in a graceful scarf that curved up to
connect to the little cap on her flowing blonde hair. The
scarf framed her narrow face, which was graced with a
sultry smile. Her features were hauntingly exotic with a
mixture of influences - her almond eyes were Asian, and
her skin was the olive hue of the Middle East, but her blue
eyes and blonde hair betrayed a European past. She was
without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever
seen.

Mike felt a shock as he realized she was dressed like a
genie. Not just any genie. Mike looked past the woman
to the TV and realized she was dressed almost exactly
like Jeannie on "I Dream of Jeannie." The big difference was
that this outfit showed a lot more.

The woman's slanted blue eyes roamed Mike, studying him.
Then she closed her eyes. She clasped her hands in front
of her face and bowed low, her long hair falling forward.
Mike was treated to an even better view of her ample
cleavage as her breasts spilled forward in her top.

"Greetings, master," the woman said. "What is your
desire?"

"Holy shit," Mike whispered. "You're a genie?"

The woman straightened, her smile returning as bright
as ever. "Yes, master, I am a genie. I was released
when you opened my prison, and now I will serve you
for the rest of your life." She folded her arms over her
chest, held slightly out in a regal fashion.

Mike grabbed the beer can. He turned it over in his
hands. It looked like every other beer can he'd had,
except for what was inside. "I thought genies always came
in lamps. How'd you get inside a beer can?"

"It is a long story," the woman said. "Not really worth
telling. The point is that I am now your willing and
eager slave. Command me, Michael Nielsen. What is
it that you desire?"

Mike let his eyes roam over the curves of her body
in her outfit. The way her full hips were tilted slightly to
one side. The way her eyes shone with youthful innocence.
The way her nipples were clearly visible poking against of the
thin fabric of her top. He could have anything in the world,
but right now a certain part of his body demanded only
one thing.

"You," Mike said. "That's my first wish. I want you."

The genie's brow crinkled slightly. "I'm sorry, master.
I have only just learned English in the last few seconds.
What do you mean by 'I want you?'"

"You know," Mike prodded. "I want you. Your body."

The genie brightened. "Oh, you mean you wish me to
have sex with you?"

"Uh, yeah. That's my first wish."

The genie bowed forward again, exposing the valley of
her ample chest once more. "Very well, master.
Your wish is my command."

She straightened, then folded her arms. The genie nodded her
head in one quick movement. She changed in a split second.
One minute, she was standing there in her harem outfit. The
next, she was completely naked. Her nudity was so
sudden that it hit Mike like a sledgehammer.

The genie had an incredible body. Her legs were perfectly
curved, slightly muscular like a dancer's with full calves and
thighs, but with smooth lines that were almost like
sculpture. They led up to her pubic hair, which was
a neat triangle of straight blonde hair gracefully curving
inwards to her mound.

Her breasts looked even bigger when they were exposed, but
literally defied gravity, as firm and upright as if they were
weightless. The orbs were capped by large brown nipples
that were hardened into small beads. Her cap was gone, which
allowed her blonde hair to drape around her shoulders.

The genie spun around, her hands raised slightly in a
girlish fashion. As she turned, Mike was treated to the
sight of the most perfect ass he had ever seen. Each cheek
was the definition of a half-moon, like a fleshy sphere cut in
half and placed side-by-side.

At the very sight of her body, Mike's already stiffening
rod swelled into a raging hard-on that was almost painful
in its intensity.

"Is my body to your liking, master?" the genie asked.

Mike was so aroused that he could barely choke out
the words, "Yeah. It's...amazing."

The genie's face lit up as her smile broadened. "I am glad.
What sexual act would do you wish me to do first? I am
well-trained in over five hundred sexual activities and
positions."

The first thought that came to Mike was one of the things
that his old girlfriends always refused to do. "I wish for
a blowjob. Uh, fellatio? You know what that is?"

The genie turned serious as she nodded. "Yes. You wish
me to take you into my mouth. As you wish, master."

The genie dropped to her knees in front of him and unzipped
his jeans. His erect cock sprang out into the air.

Mike waited for her to make her move. But the genie
just sat there, staring at his organ, turning her head
slightly on occasion to see it from a different angle.

Mike flushed. "Uh, yeah, uh, I know it's not the biggest..."

"The size does not concern me," the genie said. "I am
trying to see what you would enjoy the most. Every
male organ is different, requiring certain techniques for
maximum enjoyment. I think I am ready now."

Mike forced a grin, but this was all starting to freak him
out. "Don't care about size, huh? Well, that's a first..."
His voice was cut short as she lunged forward. Her open
mouth engulfed his staff, then clamped shut around it.

Mike felt himself being pulled deeper into her throat by
suction so powerful that it was like a vacuum. The genie
literally swallowed his cockhead, pulling him in to the hilt.
She didn't stop until he was all the way in, her lips tickling
his pubic hair.

Mike had to grab the arm and back of his couch at the
sensations she was causing. He groaned hard and deep,
but he soon realized she was just getting started.
He felt her tongue slide underneath his shaft, and he could
feel her taste buds running over his skin.

Mike's fingers were digging into his couch as hard as
they could. His whole body was rigid, every muscle
tight as waves of pleasure throbbed through his body.
His vision was blurry with tears as he looked down at the
genie. Despite what he could feel her doing to him, her
head was motionless, her expression calm without any
apparent strain.

The genie's tongue continued to slide along the underside of his
shaft. The suction felt like it was going to pull his whole body
into her, as if his hips were the only things keeping him on the
outside. He could barely move, only hang on for dear life, and
groan continuously with every breath.

Her tongue began to twist itself around and around his
shaft like a corkscrew. It was all too much for Mike to take.
He squeezed his eyes shut, his body tingling with pleasure, as
his balls practically boiled with cum.

"Oh, man," Mike grunted. "I...I can't take this...I'm
gonna...gonna..."

He came harder than he had ever cum in his life. His
entire body convulsed as he shot the first load. She
easily sucked the cum into her throat. Mike shot again and
again, pouring out more cum than he had ever known.
And the suction continued, pulling out every drop,
until Mike felt like his balls were being drawn out as
well.

Even though he was drained, Mike continued to cum
for another minute. Eventually, the spasms eased until
finally he just lay there on the couch. Every muscle
was limp. It was as if every part of him had cum at the
same time. It was, without a doubt, the most incredible
orgasm he had ever experienced.

Only when Mike stopped moving, lying with his head
limp against the couch, did the genie stop her
movements. She released his exhausted penis from her
mouth, giving it a light kiss as the head passed through
her lips, then smiled.

"Did I do well, master?" the genie asked.

"Oh, yeah," Mike sighed. "That was amazing. I've
never...never felt anything like that in my life. It was
the best."

The genie's eyes sparkled with joy as she rose to
her feet. "I am glad to hear that. Now would you like
to have sex with me?"

Mike looked up at her. "Are you nuts? I'm finished.
I couldn't go again if I wanted to."

The genie tilted her head to one side. "Do
you _want_ to...'go again?'"

Mike looked at her gorgeous breasts, like ripe melons
begging to be plucked. Her smiling, innocent face
glowed with its beauty. Her smooth, contoured body
lay spread before him, still driving him wild with its
perfection.

"Yeah," Mike said. "Yeah, I'd love to. Maybe in an
hour..."

The genie folded her arms over her full breasts. She
nodded her head swiftly. There was a noise like the
twanging of a rubber band. Mike stared in awe as
his penis began to inflate like a balloon. It swelled
larger and larger until it was its regular size. Then
it kept going. By the time it stopped growing, it was
twelve inches long and two inches thick, a yardstick
of hard, throbbing flesh.

"What'd you do to me?" Mike gasped.

"You wished to continue to have sex with me," the genie
said. "So I restored you. And, forgive my forwardness,
but earlier you seemed to express concern for the size
of your penis, so I enlarged it. Does this please you,
master? If not, I can bring it back to normal."

Mike looked over his new organ. He couldn't help
grinning. It made the studs on porno movies look
like babies.

"Nah," he said. "Nah, I kinda like it. Uh, can I get it
back down again?"

"Certainly," the genie said. "You now have complete
control over your penis. It will respond perfectly whenever
you want it and however you want it."

Mike decided to test it. He thought of it going down,
and the penis immediately dropped to a normal deflated
size. And all he had to do was think of another erection,
and it was back in action. It was great. Every guy should
have had that ability to begin with.

Mike grinned up at the genie. "Boy, when you grant wishes,
you don't fool around."

***

Wet Dream of Jeannie (2 of 2)
by Z-Spot
(zeespot@operamail.com)

The genie clasped her hands over her lap as her face
reddened in a blush. "I live to serve you, master. My
only desire is to make you happy, and I will always
attempt to satisfy your wishes to the best of my abilities."

"You're fantastic," Mike said. "Come here, uh...what's
your name?"

The genie's smile faded. "Oh, that is your choice, master.
You may call me whatever you wish."

Mike looked past the genie at the TV screen. "I Dream
of Jeannie" was ending, but the real show for him was
just beginning. To him, the choice was easy.

"Okay," Mike said. "Come here, Jeannie."

Jeannie's tantalizing smile returned as she came towards
him. She climbed onto his body, straddling his hips as
she looked down at him.

"What do you wish of me, master?" Jeannie whispered.

"Take us to the bedroom," Mike said.

Jeannie nodded. Then the living room was gone. Mike was
lying on an amazingly soft, round bed. He was swimming
in a pool of pillows and satin sheets. The bed was in an
equally luxurious room, one whose walls were decorated
with colorful, flowing sheets that rippled from an unseen
breeze.

Jeannie lay on top of Mike, her ample breasts pressing
heavily against his chest. She had her arms wrapped around
his neck, and her legs around his waist. She looked down
into his eyes with a crooked smile.

"Where are we?" Mike asked.

"You wanted to go to the bedroom, master," she said.

"I meant _my_ bedroom. What is this place?"

"We are in _my_ bedroom. Inside my home, where I was
imprisoned before you freed me."

Mike blinked. "We're in the beer can? This is the inside
of your beer can?"

Jeannie looked around her with a slight frown. "Well, not
exactly. I altered the space inside the beer can to contain
another dimension so I could have more room. And I
spruced it up a little."

Mike remembered the inside of the bottle on "I Dream
Of Jeannie." It looked a lot like this. The idea of Nelson
going at it with Jeannie in her bottle had always crossed
his mind. Now it was really happening.

Mike shook his head. "I gotta tell you, this is an
amazing coincidence. This is just like my wildest
fantasies about 'I Dream of Jeannie.'"

Jeannie shook her head. "It is not a coincidence, master.
My form was chosen by you subconsciously when I was
released. And everything I have done since then has been
based on your wishes. As I said, I want to make you
happy. And I knew this would make you happy. And
this..."

Jeannie leaned forward to kiss Mike. Her soft, warm lips
sent shivers down Mike's back. He reached up to touch her
breasts. They were firm, yet yielding, his fingers sinking
into a mountain of warm flesh. Her nipples were stiff to
the touch, pushing against his palms as he caressed them.

Jeannie began kissing his cheeks and neck lightly as she
lifted herself a little. Mike felt himself being pulled up
into her again, except this time he was being guided into
her lower depths. He sank into her pussy, his rod being
embraced by her hot and moist walls. She settled onto
his hips, causing him to plunge deeper into her body. Even
with his enlarged organ, she was able to take every inch
of him. And every added inch she had given him increased
his pleasure.

The inside of her was like satin wrapped around his
member. The muscles convulsed to grip him like a hand.
He felt himself throbbing in time with her interior,
perfectly in sync. Mike gasped as her body tightened even
further, giving him a sensation like his rod was being vacuum-
sealed in skin instead of plastic.

Jeannie kissed him once more on the lips, then sat up,
facing him. She smiled down at him as she began to
rise and fall, sliding him in and out of her. The movements
were increased by her interior, which seemed to be moving
on its own. The counter-movements sent Mike into bliss
once again.

Jeannie began to ride harder, her breasts bouncing up and
down against her chest. Her thighs slapped against his own
over and over. Mike gripped the sheets of the bed with both
hands, grunting with pleasure.

Jeannie spoke in a husky, strained voice. "Is this what you
wish, master? Do you wish me to ride you?"

"Yes," Mike hissed. "Ride me, ride me like a horse...oh,
yeah...squeeze it like that..."

Jeannie's pussy began to expand and squeeze, over and
over, milking his member. She unbuttoned his shirt with her
dainty fingers and pulled it off. She tossed it aside, then
began running her hands over his chest, sending tingles
through his body. He reached up to take hold of her breasts,
feeling them ripple and tremble in his grip. She closed her
eyes and let out a deep sigh.

It was then that Mike realized she was enjoying it, too.
It hadn't occurred to her before, as focused as he was on
his own pleasure. Mike began to thrust upwards in response
to her. Jeannie grit her teeth.

"Yes, master," she hissed. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your
big, hard cock."

Mike obeyed, practically throwing himself off the bed as
he lunged his hips up into her. Jeannie hunched over.
Her mouth hung open as she licked her full lips over and
over with her tongue. She began to breathe harder in
quick grunts. The grip of her pussy tightened even more
until Mike thought she was going to cut off the circulation.
He suddenly realized that he was at the peak of pleasure,
feeling things that would have been followed by an orgasm
an instant later. But he was still in control, and in ecstasy.
It was a feeling like he'd never felt before.

For a moment, he thought of his old girlfriend who had
dumped him the week before. The thought of sex with
her now, compared to this, was like a bad dream. And
thinking of her gave him an idea.

"Wait a minute," Mike gasped.

Jeannie stopped thrashing on him, slowing her pace. Her
blonde hair was loose and falling down around her face.
She looked down at him with a puzzled frown, still
breathing hard.

"What's wrong, master?" she asked. "Am I not pleasing
you?"

"Oh, you'd better believe it," Mike said. "But...I gotta
try something none of my girlfriends ever let me do. I
wanna...try it...in your ass."

Jeannie gave him that sexy, lopsided smile again as she
lifted herself off him. She had to rise up onto her feet to
get off the enormous shaft she had given him. His member
popped out of her lower embrace, glistening and dripping
with their juices.

She bent over to rest on her hands and knees. Her round,
smooth cheeks were curved into the air behind her,
almost glowing in the light.

"Your wish is my command, master," Jeannie said.

Mike sat up, feasting on the luscious curves of Jeannie's
upturned ass. They were slightly spread apart from her bending
over. Between the two mounds, her hairy canyon was revealed
to him. Her slit was still wet from their encounter, dripping
with their syrupy fluids. Above the golden patch was her
small, puckered hole.

Mike got onto his knees and realized his legs were shaking.
He had never done this before and didn't even know where to
begin. He took hold of her smooth hips that felt warm in his
hands. Mike shifted to position his massive shaft towards the
hole.

He shook his head. "This...this isn't gonna work. It's so
small, and I'm so huge."

Jeannie looked back at him over her shoulder. "It is your
wish, master. I will make it happen."

"Are you sure about this?" Mike asked. "I mean, you
don't mind..."

Jeannie straightened her arms a little more so that he
could see she was smiling. "Of course not, master. It is
your wish. And mine."

Mike swallowed. This was amazing. He shifted forward
to bring the head of his cock up to her opening. It looked
so tiny, but he remembered what she had said about
being able to change. He wondered if he would need
lubricant, but his shaft was already soaked from their
previous coupling. He was ready.

Mike swallowed again, then pressed himself forward. His
head butted up against her hole. It resisted for a moment,
then suddenly he broke through to plunge deep into her.
And he was engulfed in the tight grip of her ass.

Jeannie breathed in hard, sucking air through her teeth. Mike
was about to draw out again, afraid she was in pain, but her
hole clamped shut around him.

"No," she whispered. "It's fine, master. I love it. Please
go in deeper."

As if to emphasize this, Jeannie's asshole tightened even
more. Her pussy shrank around him as it pulled him
in further. Mike thrust in easily, sinking all twelve inches
into her. Her hole stretched only enough to allow him
inside.

Mike began to slide himself in and out of her butt.
He savored the smoothness of her cheeks as he ran his
hands over them. His shaft was being strangled by the
inner walls of her ass, but it was glorious.

"Oh, yeah," Jeannie whispered into the bed. "Fuck my
ass, master. Slide it in deep. Ooo, yeah..."

Mike groaned hard as her interior tightened even
more. "You're...choking it..."

"I can't help it," Jeannie sighed. "I want it in me. Give
it to me. Give it to me in my tight, little ass. That is
what you want, is it not, master?"

"Yeah," Mike grunted. "Guess I gotta be...careful what
I wish for..."

He pumped himself in and out of her butthole. It eagerly
swallowed him up with every penetration. Mike was in
heaven, barely able to breathe, as the sensations flooded
over him. Jeannie was whimpering and gasping. Her
arms gave out. She slumped forward on her face, her
ass rising in the air. One of her hands began to probe her
wet slit. Her fingers drilled her from below as Mike
penetrated her from above.

Sweat slickened Mike's body. It glistened on Jeannie, too,
her back shiny. Mike thrust in and out, his every
movement driving rivers of pleasure through his body.

Jeannie began to shiver. Her breathing quickened. Her
hands gripped the sheets. "I am cumming. I am going to
cum for you, master. Please cum with me..."

Mike released the control he had over his member. It
immediately convulsed, then erupted into another shower
of cum. He flooded Jeannie's ass with his cream as she
let out a high-pitched squeal. Her head bobbed and
thrashed as she jerked in an orgasmic seizure. Mike threw
his head back to scream as he reached a peak he had
never dreamed possible.

When it finally subsided, Mike fell back onto the bed.
His penis slipped out of Jeannie's wet hole. He flopped
back onto the pillows. All he could do was lie there as his
rod deflated, retracting back to normal.

Jeannie rolled over onto her side. She lay there, curled in
a fetal position, for a few seconds. Then she sat up to look
at him.

"Did I," she breathed, "please you, master?"

"Jeannie," Mike sighed, "you are amazing. I've never
experienced anything like that in my life."

Jeannie crawled up to snuggle alongside him. As she
rested her head on his chest, she said, "Nor I you. I
have never had a master like you. Not one who
brought me such pleasure."

Mike ran his fingers through her hair. "Jeannie, something
tells me you and I are going to make a great team."

Jeannie sat up and narrowed her almond eyes. The smile
returned to her thick, red lips. "I think so, too, master."

She closed her eyes and settled back against his body.
As Mike wrapped his arms around her and settled back
to sleep, he couldn't help grinning.

His dream had come true. He had his genie. And he swore
to himself that he wouldn't screw up his chance like Major
Nelson did. Mike Nielsen was gonna have some fun.

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