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(c) Copyright November 1996 by Robert Mitchell
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and distributed as long as it remains intact, including all copyright
notices and email address.  It may not be sold in any way, including
being placed on websites that charge for access or use adult
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This story contains descriptions of sexual situations.  If you're under
sixteen and are reading this, then your parents should keep a
closer eye on you.
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A Dream Cum True (m/f, sub)
by Robert Mitchell
(apstarre@pipeline.com)


PART TWO

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?" Jeannie asked in a seductive
whisper.

"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 tunnel, 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 tunnel 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 tunnel 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.


THE END


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