Wishes - Happily Ever After
by The SlutMan
I looked at her and then I took another look. She was worth two looks, at the very least. She was blond, she was built and she was beautiful. She looked a lot like Barbara Eden from the old TV show I Dream Of Genie, only better; she was a lot younger looking and much more voluptuously sexy than Miss Eden had ever been.
Her body was absolute perfection, from the part in the thick mop of her platinum blond hair to her small, slipper-clad feet. The ripe, heavy mounds of her breasts and her womanly hips accentuated her impossibly slim waist. Her hips made a cradle of her flat, firm belly, and her ass was achingly perfect, as were her long legs.
She was dressed as Miss Eden had dressed on the show, except for one small detail. You could, in the right light, catch tantalizing glimpses of her gorgeous body through the sheer material of her harem outfit. And the light was right more often than not. The soft pink of a pouting nipple, the golden fleece that covered the mound of her sex, the tight crack that split her delightful ass, all were seen in fleeting peeks as she moved.
"You are NOT losing your mind," the blond said firmly. "I am real. I exist and I am a Genie. Your Genie, now. And yes, you may call me Genie."
I'm Jerry Allen, a fifty-three year old bachelor living in Vermont, and with those words, my life changed in ways you won't believe.
It had been a month since Genie had finally consented to go to bed with me, a month like no other in my life. Not only was she, hands down, the most beautiful woman I'd ever bedded, she was easily the most insatiable as well.
One night, after a particularly strenuous bout of lovemaking, I asked her if she was trying to kill me with sex. She laughed and replied, "Sweetie, I have almost five hundred years of celibacy to make up for. I'm still just a wee little bit horny." She gave me a merry grin and continued, "What's the matter? You getting tired of me?"
"Hell no!" I exclaimed, taking her into my arms. "I'll never get tired of you, babe."
"I should hope not," she said comfortably. "You should have more than enough variety with the harem you've got."
I smiled and shook my head. The 'harem' she was referring to was my sixteen-year-old niece Becky and her two BFF's, Henderson and Terri, and my cousin, twenty-six year old Peggy. Between the four of them and Genie, I was getting more ass than a toilet seat.
"And whose fault is that?" I teased.
Genie rolled her eyes and I laughed. When I had suggested that I should stop having sex with the girls and Peggy, Genie had not approved.
"It's your choice, of course," she'd said, "But I don't want you to stop on my account. It doesn't bother me that you're bedding them and it shouldn't bother you either. They all need you, in one way or another. Your sexual affairs with them will slow and stop in due course, and become a pleasant memory for all of you."
She was right, of course. Henderson's affair with me was still going strong, as was Terri's. Henderson regarded me as a handy cock, someone to fuck that she knew was safe. She was just as likely to pop in for a fast fuck as not. Her overnight stays were rare, but athletic.
Terri's relationship with me was a little more complex. She thought of me as sort of a father figure, with benefits. We made love as often as I would allow an overnight stay, but she also sought out my advice on everything from clothing to which college she should go to.
Becky was not as pushy as the other two. She stayed with me because she loved being with me and because she wanted to become a good lover. Every night we spent together almost always involved doing something new in bed. I'd had to resort to using the Kama Sutra to find new things to teach her.
And as for Peggy, well, she just loved to fuck. She lusted after my cock and I returned the compliment by lusting after her entire body. She was a wanton in bed, always ready and eager to please. She was a joy to fuck, as responsive as anyone could wish for, fucking just for the love of it. She was on a par with Becky, staying the night whenever she showed up and using me to satiate the lust that she had for the college boys that she served in the bar where she worked.
"I'm not going to be one of those women that you men talk about in the Frat house," she'd told me one night. "If I take one of them home and fuck him, the word will be all over the campus the next day." She snorted and grabbed my cock. "As long as you're willing to use this big fucker on me, I can keep 'em all heated up and hot for my ass without having to put out for 'em, and that keeps my tip jar full." She looked up and me and grinned. "It's not that much of a chore ballin' me, is it?"
I laughed and assured her that it wasn't, and demonstrated it by pinning her to the bed and doing just that, fucking her brains out until neither one of us could move.
I woke up to the smell of breakfast wafting through the house. I turned my head and Genie wasn't there, although the bed was still warm and the sheets retained the scent of her. I yawned, stretched and got up, took my morning leak and washed. And then I went downstairs, still naked and looking for her, my semi-hard cock leading the way. I found her in the kitchen and watched her from the doorway as she prepared breakfast.
Her hair was a wild, tangled mane around her face and shoulders, and she was wearing one of my button down shirts. It was hanging open and from the side, all I could see of her body was her lush jutting tits capped by her pink nipples, and her long, shapely legs. She looked spectacular. There was a sparkle in her eye and a bounce to her step that had not been there in the first days after I had found her. I walked up behind her and slid my arms around her, resting my hands on her firm belly as I bent down and kissed the side of her throat.
She tipped her head back and to the side, presenting me with the graceful curve of her neck, and pushed her tight ass into my cock. "Mmm, that feels nice," she murmured after a moment, and then turned in my arms. I bent and claimed her mouth with mine, our tongues dueling together as we kissed. She put her heart into it, rubbing that luscious body up against me, her heavy tits and spiked nipples grinding into my chest.
"Oh my," she gasped, pulling away from me as our kiss broke. She turned to flip the pancakes that she was making and I reached out and goosed her, making her jump.
"Good morning, sweetie," I said, hastily dodging back as she turned and swung her spatula at me. "My, but we're jumpy this morning."
"You'd better sit down and let me work," she said, shaking the spatula at me, "Or these are going to be vulcanized instead of cooked."
"Ok, ok." I stood back and gave her my best leer. "I gotta say, honey, I like the uniform."
She rolled her eyes at me and then laughed. "You would," she said. She turned back to the stove and swiftly put together a plate for me and then set it on the table. "Eat!" she commanded.
I sat down and began to eat as she poured two cups of coffee and joined me at the table, setting one cup in front of me. "What's on your agenda for today?" she asked, stealing a strip of bacon from my plate.
"Well," I said, taking a sip of coffee, "I thought that I'd go downtown and let the Red Cross siphon me for some blood. Other than that, my day is wide open. What about you?"
"I'm supposed to deliver the statue to Pan today," she said. "And if you'll come with me, I thought that we might try something new afterwards."
"Oh?" I was deliberately noncommittal. I had not been back to Genie's world since the day I had balled a pixie and incurred Oberon's wrath. He is king of the Pixies and he had demanded compensation. His idea of compensation had been sending one of his satyrs to fuck Terri.
I had freaked when I heard what he wanted, but we got around the problem with a few of Genie's spells. I hadn't been back to her world since.
"Jerry," Genie said softly, taking my hand. "I know that you don't want to go home with me, and I really can't blame you. I should have warned you, I should have explained the rules." She smiled ruefully. "All I can tell you is that it is impossible for anything like that to happen again. Everyone there knows about you now, and they know that you're a stranger in a strange land. They have orders to help you now."
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "So..."
"That's right," she nodded. "It's impossible for you to break any important rules now. They won't let you."
"Hmm. What's this 'something new' you have in mind?"
She gave me a bawdy grin and swiped another piece of bacon. "You'll just have to come with me and see, won't you?" she giggled, sitting back and eating my bacon.
"Aw, come on!" I protested. "That's not fair!"
"No," she said smugly, "It isn't, is it?" She licked her fingers and grinned at me as I grumbled and finished my breakfast.
Genie was smiling as she came back into her house from her studio. "He liked it," she said, plopping down on the couch next to me. "He liked it a lot!"
"So Pan was happy with your statue of him, huh?" I asked.
"Yes indeed," she smiled. "He liked it enough to tell me that he was going to contemplate it and find a gift for me."
"Really? What kind of a gift does one usually get from a God? And while we're on the subject, what is he the God of, anyway?"
Genie gave me a startled look. "You don't know?"
"Nope," I shook my head. "I'm a little weak in Greek mythology."
"Pan is the God of fields and pastures and flocks and herds," Genie replied. "He's also the leader of the satyrs." She moved a little closer to me on the soft cushions of the couch. "I don'...