Genie Tales

****I rationalize to all my readers who read what should cause been the ending to Conner Herbert McLean Evans. The Breast sizing problem habit fall out again I promise. I am definitely not the archetype writer of the genie account, just a fan. Here's a spin-off I hope all you guys will like. = )

James walked out of the school, feeling the sun on his skin and taking a deep intimation of invigorated air. When he stood in the sun he felt like everyone else was gone, leaving him standing in his meadow. But he knew that they were all still there, milling about him, trying to talk and get home at the same prison term.
When he finally opened his eyes and moved, he stepped right into the path of his best Quaker Lacy. The new encirclement in her route made Lacy stop her dead sprint a few seconds too late, crashing into James and sending them both to the concrete. James felt his head slam into the soil and felt Lacy terra firma on top of him, her sizable white meat being crushed between them. Realizing this James'cock began to harden, its seven inches rising to semi erection and making his dungaree tent ever so slightly.
Lacy could obviously feel the slight bulge, due to her crotch landing place on top of his cock. Her head was on his articulatio humeri, and he swore he heard her gasp when she would deliver felt it.
"Saint James the Apostle ! I'm so regretful ; I wasn't watching where I was going ! Are you all right ?"She raised her chief so that she was looking into his eye. The attractive force was there, but neither had ever acted on it before. The two simply looked at each other for a moment, before a scholar whistled and brought them back to realism. They quickly got to their feet and looked down nervously.
"Don't worry about it, it was my geological fault lace. I'm fine. Hey, are you going to that premier Friday ?"James knew she would be, and it wasn't strange for them to go together. She brushed her blonde hair back behind one ear, looking at her feet before meeting his gaze again.
"Yeah, but I'm going with some acquaintance, so I… We… I'm sorry."Lacy walked by him towards her bus, leaving him standing there with a gob in his chest, knowing everything that had led up to that had just been destroyed. James simply sighed and walked away from the bus, strolling lazily down the street knowing there was no one waiting for him at home.
Ten minutes later he walked through the face door of his home, throwing his backpack onto a chair and going straight out the hind room access. His forefather wouldn't be home for hours, and his mother was in Common Market on conference. Another five-minute walkway and King James found himself on the slope of a hill, covered in wildflowers and salvia George Walker Bush. The J. J. Hill had a eyeshot of his town's state park, a forest that stretched for miles. In the distance a mountain rose out of the shoetree line, with a skinny blossom rising up a short distance away from the home. The skinny height was well known for being a waterfall ; with several cave systems and a romantic clarification at least well known to James.
As King James I reached his favorite situation, a well-worn temporary hookup of bent stems and grasses, he was surprised to obtain a unusual burlap liberation. Picking it up, he sat in his spot and emptied its contents onto the land in front of him, surprised to ascertain an old hunting saddle horn Fall out onto the Mary Jane. When he picked it up and dusted it off, attempting to say an inscription on the side. The speech didn't seem to make sensation to him, and the fiber made his principal damage, so he gave up on that. He inspected the liberation, finding nada of interest. Finally he brought the horn to his lip, blowing the automobile horn and listening to the afters melodic hum come from the end. Closing his eyes he enjoyed the sound, not noticing the smoke exiting the end of the horn. Finally he drifted off, the speech sound and the spiritual world hummer filling his mind…


When he woke, James was aware that something wasn't right hand. The sun was much scummy than it had been when he had blown the saddle horn, and he was on his back. The sun in his eyes was blinding, causing him to rear his hand, blocking the sun to see his surroundings. What he found startled him. Standing a few substructure away, a beautiful woman dressed in what appeared to be silk was waiting, watching his movements with acute stake. He stood quickly, dropping the trumpet in his haste. At his surprise the cleaning woman laughed, a sweet sound that filled his mind and made him both aroused and drawn to the woman. Her phonation wasn't that of the cornet, but one in a higher tar that sounded of the idle words blowing through the heyday in Epistle of James'meadow.
She was taller than most women, maybe 5'6 ”, with flowing dark fuzz that waved itself on its way down her back. The silk was sheer enough to see all that was supposedly hidden, but the knowledge that the framework stood between the two of them was extremely arousing to him. Her cheek was that of an angel, with a thin olfactory organ that stood out but not nearly enough to disoblige a suitor. Her heart seemed to be every coloring of the wildflower, and her backtalk were as red as the blood-thorn George H.W. Bush that stood alone at the edge of the meadow. The silk was beautiful, the yellows and bolshy and bluing of the meadow with striptease of Green people of color between. But what the silk"hid"was even more beautiful. Her shoulders were reduce, becoming slim down, graceful arms that reached down past her waist. Her chest was magnificent, 36 D breasts with low teat and firm, not sagging down but bouncing with each social movement of her chest. Her venter was weedy and tight, the muscles showing gracefully over lovely tanned pelt. Her crotch was accented with a minor funnies of hair leading down to her sex, her pelvic girdle fanning out and completing her hourglass figure with magnificent grace and dish. Finally her stage, long and sexy, had no loose skin or hanging heftiness, completing the most consummate strong-arm physique that James could imagine.
"You blew the hooter, yes ?"the woman asked, waiting for James'reply. But her appearance had startled him so that he had lost his voice. He simply bent and picked up the horn, nodding and then checking for cracks. She laughed again, filling him with feel of Energy and lovemaking, his arousal already at its tip. His cock was tenting his jeans so much that a screen man would make noticed, and the womanhood was certainly not blind."I am Giselle, a genie from old times. The horn is an ancient artifact that allows me to appear and generate you what you desire most. I will accord you want, pleasure, company and even power… but you must obey the laws."She looked at him expectantly, waiting for his response again. He, again, nodded his consent. She smiled at him, understanding his dilemma.
"The six laws restricting my power are as such. Firstly, I can not toss off another man nor raise him from the grave. It… well it doesn't turn out well for the one who breaks that convention. Secondly, I can not render you anything that might harm another or yourself. tierce, neither you nor I might use my king to manipulate a life choice in another human being being. quarter, I can only affect you and those directly tied to you. Fifth, I can not force a aliveness creature to eff you or suit unhealthily attracted to you. Finally, I can only grant you three wishes every day, and each indirect request must be according to those laws."She stopped for breath, watching his face as he absorbed the selective information. Finally he spoke back, the Torah running through his mind.
"So do I have to blow the hooter every time I want to see you ?"He desperately hoped the answer was no. He didn't want her to leave him, not now or ever. She looked at him with an questioning glance, as though the motion was a pudding head one.
"No, I will stay with you for all time, your servant in all things."She held her oculus on him, their colors changing gradually from the color of the daisies to the color of the wine cups.
"So you'll abide by me around in that, sitting in my lap during division and granting all my wishes in public ? wellspring I'll be pop, that's for sure."At his last comment Giselle smirked, her lips igniting his desire more than any womanhood's had before.
"Also, I am not just your genie. I am your companion…"As she spoke Giselle walked closer and closer, finally closing the gap between them and placing her palm on the bulge in his pants."… in ALL things. I am here to make for certain you are never lonely… or unsatisfied… or… huh !"Before she could finish James grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, planting his lips on hers and kissing her with a desire he had never felt before. He had never seen a woman naked, and here this beautiful angel was stating that she was here for sex. She responded with the Saami desire, her master's zip and arousal increasing her own. James yanked off his shirt, pulling Giselle to him again. The silk was so slender that he could feel her pulp on his own, her tegument balmy and warm. Her hair's-breadth was between his hand and her book binding, its wave and silky flavour just arousing him even more.
They stopped for a consequence, Giselle removing the top man of the garment and inviting his contact to her breasts. He accepted with zest. He placed his custody under them, feeling their free weight and admiring their perfection. He let his finger's breadth roam to her tit, lightly tugging and kneading the little detail of cutis gently but with force play. Her moans caused James'cock to jump, making him stop and strip off his pants and packer before continuing his geographic expedition of her boob. Being five foot XI, James River was given greater access to his lover's dead body.
When his hands had done their work he lowered his head to the voluptuous mounds, and enveloping a nipple in his lips. Giselle felt the warmness of James'backtalk wrap around her sensitive tit and was instantly in Shangri-la, the feel of her passkey's tongue around her mammilla giving her Brobdingnagian delight. James River wasn't to far off. His incredulity at the billet at script was only out done by the concept of having a intimate partner for the remainder of his life no issue what, and one who could present him almost anything he had ever wanted. James gently wrapped his hands around Giselle's ass and laid her down on his mat of knack locoweed, the shock giving some her minor comfortableness. He switched his mouth to the other tit, making her wrapper her manpower around his head and pull his backtalk even cockeyed to her breast, the pleasure sending her into cloud nine. She felt his hand pulling the skirt off her waist, her sighs and pant increasing as her orgasm drew closer and closer. Then she felt his finger mistake down onto her clit, and she cried out as her coming was summoned by the delight of her lover's finger's breadth on her sex.
King James I felt her muscles tighten, pulling away and watching her as she came, looking into her optic as her cries of ecstasy rang through the meadow. Finally she calmed, her physical structure regaining it's feeling with more sensitiveness than it had before. James placed his hand behind her psyche and pulling her lips to his and dancing his tongue in her mouth. She returned the party favour with cacoethes, her orgasm giving the genie a tone ending she hadn't felt in yr. As they kissed, the lust grew dandy and bully, the two of them moaning into one another's oral cavity and grinding their pelvis into the others with a angered desire. Henry James'seven-inch turncock was rubbing against her crotch, his orchis lightly slapping her pussy lips with every thrusting against her pelt. Finally she flipped over on top of him, sliding down to his shaft and stroking it. Then James remembered he had three wishes left.
"I wish it was ten in long and three in thick when hard, and every woman I fucked with it felt the most pleasure she could ever experience during sex !"He watched in amazement as Giselle's eyes flashed the color of Giselle's eyes flashed the color of the tulips, and she took his rooster into her mouth. He felt wave of pleasure ripple through his turncock, felt the confines of her rima oris turn too plastered. He could find the head of his rod slip down her throat as his tool grew. He felt her knife begin to caress the undersurface, and watched as she raised her head off of his cock. True to his wish it was foresightful and decently thick. He could feel the stemma pulsing through it, still stunned that it had happened. Giselle really could grant his wishes.
She looked into his eyes, and then went back to pleasuring his cock, licking the distance before wrapping her sassing around the promontory. She used her tongue to caress the rim around his head, before sinking down again and sucking his entire length into her throat. When King James felt his cock pass into the confines of her throat he came, shooting gobs of cum straight into her stomach and pulling out so that he was coating her spit and mouth.
He pulled out of Giselle's mouth and found to his pleasure that he was still hard. James flipped over back on top of the beautiful woman, shoving his clapper into her oral cavity despite the presence of his cum. He wanted her more than anything, and he was going to birth her. He rose to his knee, positioning his cock at the incoming to her depth and wrapped his arm under hers to extract her to him. He held her so close her tits were mashed between them, and she was moaning into his candy kiss because of it. Finally he looked into her eyes and pushed into her quick tunnel. They gasped, his length and girth making her pussy stretch to engage him inside of her. The heat and damp almost made St. James the Apostle cream again, but his recovering cock wasn't quite there yet. He pushed again, sending his prick even deeper into her sweet cunt and kissing her with all the making love and heat he could muster up. He could palpate her moaning into his mouth, his tool invading her slit slowly due to its heavy size of it and her tightness.
When his distance reached a barrier he knew wasn't her neck, he gasped and broke the osculation to await at her.
"You need to take me if we are to stay together. I want this so much, please maestro take my cherry !"her vocalization was almost sob, begging him to choose her. He pulled her back to his kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth and caressing hers. He kissed her for a few bit, then pushed his cock through her hymen. She tensed, her tears flowing freely from the pain. She stopped moving, her breath coming in shallow gasp into James'mouth. Finally after a moment, her breathing space became ragged but not pained. She began to propel her groin against him, even wrapping her legs around his waist to pull up him into her. Henry James received the message immediately, beginning to pump his peter into her pussy. He could feel Giselle beginning to moan again, her passion increasing to the spot of hysteria. James could feel her writhing beneath him. He was furiously pumping in and out of her pussy, relishing the lovingness and tightfistedness of her sex. Then Giselle arched her cover under him, her kitty-cat contracting on his peter and succus flowing around his distance and out onto his groin.
She cried out in pleasure, his size keeping her slit from convulsing through her coming. She could palpate the affect of his wish pickings hold, her coming being prolonged and her body exploding with sensation a woman could only go through in her dreams. James'rooster was touching her cervix with every drive, ramming into her and filling her cunt every prison term. She cried out as another orgasm tore through her body, her cunt squirting juice all over her lover's genital organ. James groaned at the tightness of Giselle's snatch, the ceaseless pressure on his member driving him insane. He put all his power behind his poking, ramming into Giselle like a jackhammer.
"I'm… gon na … cum… in, your, CUNT ! ! !"James roared the last word as he came, pushing his peter head up against his lover's cervix and emptying his seed into her womb. He came for all he was worth, his cum leaking from Giselle's snatch after only a few jets. Giselle moaned in delight, trembling as she felt James'cum piercing her cervix and cumming again herself, crying out with him as she fell into frenzy. King James collapsed a few instant later, his cock embedded in his genie and his cum still leaking out and dripping from her ass jam. He passed out, blissfully aware that he wasn't alone any more.


*****NOTE : hoped you guys liked the story, I'll try to birth the next chapter out by next Wednesday Night. Hope this one gets better reviews ( mite hint = ) and I hope there aren't any variant this time, but comment if there are and I will address them as intimately I can.
Will have another, unlike report out by Saturday/Sunday. You know, new basis and persona, new premise. Enjoy !