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Blonde in a Bottle
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Blonde from a Bottle
It had to be a dream! Even though John was sure he was awake, the tall,
blonde genie towering over him couldn't possibly be real. He blinked up at
the illusion. She looked exactly like Barbara Eden in full Jeannie regalia,
except her navel showed above her hip hugging harem pants. It occurred to
John that he could bury his whole hand in that interesting cranny, and the
thought was oddly arousing. Her voice, looming and yet with the hint of a
laugh crackling just beneath the surface, forced him to focus higher up,
onto her face.
"You've freed me from the bottle," she told him with a twinkle in her eye.
She looked so mischevious! "For that, you may have three wishes."
Made sense. That's what genies were supposed to say. Since this had to be a
dream, John said the first thing that popped into his mind. "I'll take a
mansion on a private island, a harem filled with the world's 100 most
beautiful blondes, and all the money it takes to run that household for my
lifetime."
"Done!" Jeannie told. She gave a throaty chuckle, crossed her arms across
her oh so huge bosom, and gave a quick nod, blinking her eyes
simultaneously. There was a bright flicker, like a camera flash bulb going
off. It was John's turn to blink, and when his vision cleared, the genie was
gone. He found himself in the vast entry hall of the most elaborate mansion
he could have ever imagined. All around him, gorgeous blondes were busying
themselves with the sorts of things bored women find to do.
Most of the women were strangers, but occasionally, he would spot a
celebrated face. Kim was in a group of bathing suit clad women who were
apparently headed to a pool somewhere else in the mansion. Madonna wandered
by, dressed in lacey black underwear, and tossed him a sultry glance. Well,
he hadn't said "natural blonde". John chuckled to himself and continued to
explore his new domain.
In the large ballroom, Dolly was perched on the dias at the far end of the
room. She plucked her guitar as she composed a song about her love for John.
He smiled, and started to move closer, but Christina wandered through with
short shorts plastered to her buns, and he couldn't resist following her to
enjoy the view a bit.
"Why don't you let me show you the upstairs," came a sensuous voice. John
turned to see Marla approaching him. She wore a tight lycra workout suit
that molded her curves deliciously.
"Sure," he told her as she took his arms and led him up the stairs. Bo,
Ursula, and Linda, were on their way down the wide steps looking like three
sisters. They smiled at him, but Marla nudged him when he tried to stop.
After he passed them, one comment followed him up the stairs.
"This John is _much_ sexier!"
Cheryl was soaking in a bubble filled tub in one bathroom, another famous
Cheryl was doing her nails in another. The rumpus room, as Marla referred to
it, was filled with women lounging on pillows. John spotted Jodie and Meryl
in the crowd before his guide pulled on his arms. "The tour's not over!" she
insisted.
Cindy stood lounging against one of the doorways up ahead. She wore a loose,
short lounging robe. John felt Marla's fingers tightening possessively on
his arm. Cindy smiled a long, inviting smile up at John. She licked her lips
suggestively before glaring at Marla. "It's not your turn yet!"
Marla scowled back. "It's not your turn, either," she grumbled.
"No," Cindy said, "but John can have us any way he wants." She took his
other arm. "You want me right now, don't you?" she whispered into his ear,
her lips brushing his skin. The tight bulge in his pants made it clear that
John wanted someone right now. He swallowed, hard.
"Who's turn is it supposed to be?" he asked, licking his own lips and
wondering if he could keep from coming in his pants at the mere thought of
these beauties competing to pleasure him.
"Farrah's," Cindy answered with a pout. "She's waiting down the hall, in
your room."
"But you can have anyone you want," Marla reminded him.
"What if I want all three of you?"
Cindy's eyes lit up. "Sure!" Marla seemed just as pleased. They dragged him
towards the master bedroom. Just as well, John would have had trouble
walking as aroused as he was.
Farrah was waiting, all right. She was lying on her side on the bed, clad in
a sheer nightie. Her tousled hair framed her beautiful face and her blue
eyes sparkled. "Welcome home."
"John wants all three of us!" Cindy said. She dropped her silk robe,
revealing a perfect body. She jumped onto the bed because Farrah could
protest, not that she looked like she would. It took Marla a few minutes to
peal off her clothes. John watched appreciatively as he stripped out of his
own. Next time he'd order the women to help him out of his clothes. For now,
though, he enjoyed having three pairs of eyes rivetted on his body. He
blushed a bit when his erection sprang from his pants as they fell to the
floor.
Marla threw herself into his arms, and their lips met. Together, they moved
together to the bed. John's hands touched her breasts and their tongues
danced together. Other hands grabbed his hips and fondled his balls and
Farrah and Cindy's tongues duelled along his cock. In moments, he erupted
from the excitement, but they gobbled down his cum and continued to lick
him. When his penis became too sensitive, they moved to his legs and his
belly. Marla's mouth moved down to his chest, working on his nipples.
John started to get hard again and the women shifted positions. Cindy and
Farrah offered him their breasts as Marla worked his cock with the mouth and
hands. Soon he was erect enough for her to mount. He gasped as he felt her
hot cunt lower onto his throbbing prick. Somehow, he managed to pull one
each of Farrah's and Cindy's nipples into his mouth. Sucking them both at
once, he let his hands explore between their legs. He found Cindy's wet
slit, then Farrah's. As he buried his fingers in the moist, inviting
tunnels, all three women moaned.
Marla began moving up and down on his cock with more urgent movements. His
hands matched her rhythm as he finger-fucked the other two. He found himself
rising for another climax...the women all breathing harder as they too
reached the crest of their passion. As one, they began to shudder and
whimper. Pussies tightened around his fingers and his spurting cock. John's
moans were smothered by their breasts as Farrah and Cindy seemed to collapse
against him.
Soon Marla had leaned forward to kiss his chin, as near as she could get to
his lips. She stretched out on top of his to relax as Cindy and Farrah each
snuggled up against his sides. He cradled their heads on his arms.
"Nice to be home," he whispered, kissing each blonde head before dozing off.
John hoped this would be a very long dream.
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