Wishes
Copyright© 2026 by A Vulgar Man
Chapter 1: The Discovery
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Discovery - This is the story of a perfectly normal middle aged bachelor who, quite by accident, discovers a Genie. We discover, along with our hero, what it's like to have a Genie at his beck and call and how owning her changes him, his family and Genie herself.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Mind Control BiSexual Heterosexual Genie Magic Incest Uncle Niece Harem Anal Sex First Facial Oral Sex Safe Sex
At first, I wasn’t even sure of what had happened.
I’d taken my pontoon boat out, heading out onto the lake for a swim. It was a brutally hot day for Vermont; the temperature was hovering just under one hundred degrees and the humidity wasn’t far behind.
The boat was moored at my brother’s camp but it being a weekday, nobody was there except for my eighteen-year-old niece Becky and one of her girl friends, enjoying their last summer before college. Becky and her friend weren’t home, however, they’d taken Becky’s little ten foot speedboat out and motored south to the Sand Bar State Park in South Hero.
Just as I was casting off from the dock, another one of Becky’s friends showed up at the top of the stairs, a tall, striking youngster we called Henderson, dressed in cutoffs and a tiny bikini top. When she found out that the girls weren’t there, her shoulders slumped. She had really wanted to get out on the lake today to go swimming.
So I, being a total sucker for pouting nineteen-year-old cuties, invited her out with me. About a half a second later, she was down the stairs, out at the end of some fifty feet of dock and laying on one of the two couches in the bow of my pontoon boat. Somewhere along the way, she had managed to shed the cutoffs and she was in just her bikini.
A bikini that wouldn’t fill a thimble.
Henderson was about five feet, eight inches tall, and one hell of a sexy little package. Her face was an oval shape, dominated by a wide mouth with plump, sensual lips. Her nose was wide but it fit her. Her eyes were brown and glinted mischievously. She had a beautiful smile with even white teeth and her hair was midnight black, thick, satiny and cut short. She had long legs, strong and shapely from hours of soccer and field hockey. Her butt was fucking perfect, wide and womanly and just looking at it made me think of bellying up to it and sinking my cock into it. At first glance, she looked a little wide through the hips, until you noticed the hourglass figure that they gave her. Her belly was firm and just the slightest bit rounded. Her bikini bottoms rode low on those sexy hips, so low that they should have been showing some bush, but they didn’t. She had a slim waist and her breasts were perfect for her, ripe, lush mounds that sat widely spaced and girlishly high on her chest.
Her name? When she was hanging around with Becky and family, she answered to Henderson. My brother had told her once that she looked like a Henderson and apparently the name had stuck, at least while she was at camp.
We’d motored over to Lazy Lady, a privately owned island just outside the entrance to Saint Albans bay and I’d run the pontoon boat up onto the only beach on the island. The land dropped off quickly there, if you wade ten feet out from the beach, you’ll be treading water.
It was the work of just a moment to loosely secure the boat to a handy tree with a dock line, and then I climbed back on board, walked the twenty feet to the back of the boat, stepped up onto a seat and then to the padded sun platform that hid the outboard engine and dove into the cool, refreshing water.
I arrowed down about fifteen feet to the bottom, looked around for a few moments, and then planted my feet on the sandy bottom and pushed off strongly for the surface. As I pushed off, something gave way under my right foot and I felt the unmistakable pain of something slashing the bottom of my foot.
I was on the surface just a few seconds later and as I lifted my foot to check it out, I could see the trail of red it was leaving in the crystal clear water. And then, something strange happened
A big air bubble erupted from the water right in front of me and a moment later, my vision clouded, and I felt short of breath. It only lasted for a few seconds and then I felt completely normal again. I wrote it off to the sight of my blood in the water.
I lifted my right foot a second time and looked at it, and sure enough, there was a three or four-inch gash on the sole, and it was bleeding at a pretty good clip.
‘Damn it!’ I thought as I looked at it. ‘I wish I hadn’t cut my foot.’ And as I watched, the ugly little gash closed up and vanished.
My jaw dropped and I said to myself, “What the fuck just happened here?”
And from behind me, a pleasant contralto voice said, “I fixed your foot, Master. Isn’t that what you wished for?”
I damn near drown before I recovered from the surprise she’d given me. And then she had me by the arm and I was standing on the sand of the beach before I knew it, my unexpected visitor right beside me.
I looked at her and then I took another look. She was worth two looks, at the very least. She was blond, she was stacked and she was beautiful. She was a dead ringer for Barbara Eden from the old TV show I Dream Of Genie, only better, younger looking and way more sexily provocative than Miss Eden had ever been allowed to be on network TV in the sixties.
Her body was absolutely perfect from the part in the thick mop of her platinum blond hair to her small, slipper-clad feet. Her waist was impossibly slim, and the ripe, heavy mounds of her breasts and her womanly hips accentuated it. Her hips made a cradle of her flat, firm belly, a cradle I’d have given my left nut to lie in. 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 bra and pants of her harem outfit. And the light was right a lot! 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. Oh, and there was one other thing.
She was dry. I know damned good and well that she had been twenty five feet out into the lake with me, and yet her harem girl outfit was bone dry.
I leaned against my boat and shook my head violently. I had to be dreaming. But she was still there when I looked up.
“It’s not a dream, Master,” she smiled. “I am real.”
“How many times have you been told that you’re a dead ringer for Barbara Eden? And how did you fix my foot? And how...”
“Unca Jerry? Who are you talking to?”
Shit! It was Henderson. I’d forgotten all about her. She was sitting up on the couch and looking at me like I’d lost my mind. And no, she wasn’t related. All of Becky’s girlfriends called me uncle, just because she did. Their way of teasing an old bachelor, I suppose.
The beautiful blond Genie raised her hand in a small sweeping gesture and Henderson just ... stopped. Right in the middle of getting off the couch, she just stopped. It was like someone had pressed her pause button.