I Dream of Jeannie

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I Dream of Jeannie

"I Dream of Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair" -- Stephen C. Foster

Jimmy

Jeannie was beautiful. Light brown, slightly curly hair streamed down her back. A slightly tan skin went well with her dark brown eyes. Even at sixteen she had a nice rack, and an even nicer butt. We had gone to different middle schools but they both fed the same high school. She sat in front of me in our Junior English Class. I was smitten when she walked in. After class I asked her how she liked the teacher. She gave me the smile that never failed to melt my heart.

"Okay, I guess. A little boring, don't you think?" she replied.

"Exactly," I told her. "Maybe she'll get sick, and we'll get a substitute."

"Too good to be true," she laughed.

"What period do you have lunch," I inquired.

"First," she said, frowning.

"Me, too," I said, "Can we have lunch together?"

"Sure," she said, and I was hooked.

I think she was, too, because for the next two years we rarely missed having lunch together. I lived on a farm with my mother and younger sisters, and so I had a hardship driver's license, and so we started dating in my mother's car. We lost our virginities together in a motel in another small town about fifteen miles away, the night after her eighteenth birthday party. I wanted her to give me her virginity on my eighteenth birthday, but she insisted that we wait the two weeks until she was also eighteen. The sex was okay, but not great. We both agreed that it would get better. And it did.

By the time we graduated from high school we were passionate lovers. Jeannie was the girl of my dreams. Our friends joked about us because we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Our parents had a different attitude about that, but when we told them we wanted to get married, they agreed to help out as much as they could with our college expenses.

I didn't think life could get any better. We rented an apartment in Austin. We paid our expenses with part-time jobs, student loans, and a little help from both sets of parents. The next two years were great. We were both working hard and incredibly happy. I was grading and she worked in an ice cream parlor. My dreams of Jeannie were nothing but sweet.

Austin is a fantastic place to be young and in love. There are all kinds of state parks in the vicinity, great restaurants, and a very active live music scene. I had the perfect partner to enjoy it with. We still couldn't keep our hands off each other and made love ten or twelve times a week.

The summer before our sophomore years, she was offered the manager's job. We talked about it and decided that she could take the job even though she would have to cut back on her classes, possibly delaying her graduation. She had the perfect personality for retail, sunny, always upbeat and smiling, yet she could and would correct her employees' behavior when necessary. That was rare because everybody liked her and wanted to please her. The only problem was guys wanting to date her. She always wore her wedding ring, and when they started getting personal, she'd wave that in their face, and smile, and that seemed to solve the problem at least with most of the guys.

I got a student assistantship for twenty hours a week and was starting to think about graduate school.

The ice cream chain was bought out by a conglomerate. Shortly thereafter, she was invited to attend a four-week executive retreat/seminar as the conglomerate wanted to assess current and future executive talent. It was just before the start of our Junior years and was to take place at a resort near San Diego toward the end of the summer. I knew I was going to miss her.

Jeannie

Jimmy was the perfect guy for me. I first thought he was just some guy, but he had a great sense of humor and also was very smart. We became lovers after my eighteenth birthday party. It wasn't that good the first time, but it rapidly got better. By the time we graduated from high school, it reached the point where I would just see him and feel myself getting damp down there. I was so happy to marry him when we graduated from high school. I knew it would be tough financially for a while, but we both got part-time jobs and never doubted that we were going to be alright.

I worked in an ice cream parlor. Everyone was nice and I enjoyed working there even though it was away from Jimmy. The only other negative was that lots of guys, particularly the fraternity guys, were always hitting on me. Usually, showing my wedding ring was enough to get them to back off, but occasionally one would be more persistent. It was never a big problem, though.

The summer before my sophomore year, the manager gave notice because her husband graduated and got a job in Dallas. She was planning to have lots of babies and be a stay-at-home mom. I envied her because that's what I wanted to do. Jimmy was on board with that.

That meant the manager's job was open. I was surprised when I was offered it. I had always tried to be nice to everyone and help the new employees with the tricks of the trade, but I was still surprised. The assistant manager was going to be a senior in the fall and didn't want the responsibility of being manager, so I took the job, even though it would mean that I was a full-time worker and a part-time student. Jimmy and I talked about it and decided it would only delay graduation a semester or two and work out nicely if he went on to graduate school. It also meant that I would have to delay my first pregnancy for as much as a year, but we were young and in love so what's a year?

Toward the end of my first year as manager, one of the frat guys became more than a little persistent and apparently considered my wedding ring to be of no importance. Dick was never threatening, and on the occasions when we chatted, he seemed like a nice enough guy. He was extremely self-confident, and clearly very wealthy, evidenced by several things, including the shiny Porsche convertible that he occasionally offered me rides in. He seemed to settle down after a while, and the jokes about when we got married became a minor annoyance, although I considered them a bit tiresome, and in poor taste. To me, the most interesting thing about him was that he seemed to like milk shakes almost as much as Jimmy did.

Near the end of the school year, the ice cream company was bought out by a conglomerate. At first, nothing much seemed to change. The insurance and pension plans changed, but I was still reporting to the same people, and we still worked under the same sign. About a month after the takeover, I received an invitation to a "current and potential executive retreat and seminar" in San Diego. I was surprised to be considered a potential executive. My area manager told me this was a fantastic opportunity, even though he hadn't been invited. I talked it over with Jimmy and he agreed with my manager that it sounded like an opportunity not to be missed. I RSVP'd and began to think about what I should take with me to San Diego.

Jimmy and I had a great time the last week before San Diego, including our first trip to a 'swimsuit optional' beach on Lake Travis.

Then I was taking my first plane flight ever to San Diego. I had only been out of Texas on family vacations to New Orleans and northern New Mexico. A shuttle had been provided and it was very interesting to see some of the other participants. There were a few women who looked to be my age or slightly older up to some apparently senior executives, gray-haired and somewhat portly in their expensive suits. On the shuttle we were provided agendas although I used my time to chat with some of the younger potential executives.

Three other girls and I decided to go to the hot tub near the building we were staying at. After I called Jimmy and told him that I had safely gotten there, I put on my new bikini and headed for the hot tub. We started soaking and one of the girls suggested that since there were no guys present, we do our hot tubbing the right way, that is, without our swimsuits. It seemed a little risqué, but also exciting so when all the other girls agreed, I joined them. After all I had been nude at Hippie Hollow, so why not here?

The hot tub water felt great. I must have dozed off, because I was startled awake and saw that the other girls were gone. I saw a shadow on the pool and instinctively grabbed for my swimsuit. A male foot was planted on my only garments. I looked to my left and Dick, from the ice cream shop in Austin, was climbing into the pool clad in swim trunks.

"Don't worry about the swimsuit!" he exclaimed.

Uh-oh, I thought. What's going on? Something I don't like was my next thought. I tried to hide my nudity with my hands and arms.

"Don't worry about that, either!" he told me, grabbing my left wrist and pulling it toward him.

"What's going on, Dick?" I asked.

"I wanted some time with you," he explained.

"Don't do this!" I pleaded, "Please!"

I didn't know what he thought he was going to do, but I wanted no part of it.

I looked to the other three guys in suits standing by the hot tub.

"Don't worry about them," he told me, "they're my guys."

He grabbed my other wrist and moved in as if to kiss me.

"Please, Dick," I continued. "Let me put my swimsuit on, and we'll talk about this."

"Jeannie, I have you right where I want you," he explained. "What's there to talk about?"

"This is not the way, Dick!" I told him. "Let me get some clothes on, and we'll talk."

"Why?" he said. "You look better without your clothes off. I like you just the way you are."

"But I'm married," I complained, trying to show him my wedding ring again.

"A minor inconvenience!" he replied, again trying to kiss me.

I could evade his mouth, but I couldn't free my wrists as he was much stronger than I. He settled for licking one of my boobs.

"Please don't do this, Dick!" I tried again to no avail.

"It's useless to struggle," he explained. "I have come a long way for this, and I'm not going to be denied!"

"How did you get here," I asked.

"Easy," he explained, "I'm Richard Hardy, Executive Vice-President of Hardy Enterprises International. My father is Chief Executive Officer, and Chairman of the Board. You're a low-level employee of HEI. Now, do you understand?"

I understood that I was completely screwed, a step away from checkmate in a game that I didn't even know I was playing in until this moment. I understood that I was a mere pawn in this game, valued only because of my youth and beauty, and wondering if there was any way out.

"Let me explain things, so that you understand," he began. "These guys are my bodyguards," indicating the other guys looking down at me. "They will do anything I tell them to do."

"Just let me go," I pleaded, "and things can go back to the way they were!"

"I like this a lot better!" and tried to kiss me again, again settling for a boob, since I had moved my head to avoid his kisses.

I didn't appreciate his sucking of my boobs, but, at least, it wasn't painful. Actually, he wasn't bad as boob-suckers go. What did I know? He was only the second guy to suck one of my boobs.

"What's your plan, Mr. Hardy," I asked, sarcastically, hoping he could realize how he was violating me.

"You seem very resistive," he told me. "I'll make you a deal."

"What?" I replied.

"You give me two minutes of passive cooperation, and if you still want to go to your room after that, none of us will stop you," he offered.

It didn't sound like a good deal, but it was better than what I had now.

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"For two minutes, I can do anything to you except genital-genital contact," he explained.

That left I lot of options open, like deep kissing, fingering me, and or licking me,

"And what do I have to do?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied. "You can't actively resist, but you don't have to cooperate, just no shielding yourself with your hands or arms, no grabbing me, stuff like that."

"So," I tried to clarify, "two minutes of open season, and then I get my bikini back, and no interference from you or your guys." I wasn't sure I could trust him, but I didn't see any options. "Okay," I agreed, with a lot of trepidation.

He slipped his swimsuit off exposing a large male organ.

"Wait a minute," I said, "you said nothing about exposing your cock!"

"I just said I wouldn't penetrate you," he said, with a sardonic smile, "Two minutes, on your mark, Larry." he explained to one of his burly bodyguards.

Everyone was quiet for a few seconds.

"Go!" Larry said.

Dick inserted his tongue in my mouth and his fingers in my pussy and began vigorously moving both tongue and fingers.

At first, it was uncomfortable, but then my body took over and began involuntarily secreting. After what seemed liked several minutes. I began to get very aroused, with different sensations around my pussy my mouth. It had to be several minutes, but finally, blessed relief, and I had a very large, body-shaking orgasm.

I managed to gasp out, "That must be two minutes!"

"Fifty seconds to go," Larry informed us.

Now Dick crouched in front of me. He quickly lifted my butt up onto his knees and went downtown, at the same time, massaging my boobs. It seemed liked minutes until his licking of my pussy and clit, and playing with my nipples, caused my hips to buck with another thunderous climax.

After what seemed like an awfully long time, Larry called out, "Two minutes,".

Immediately, Dick changed positions and penetrated me with his very large, fully erect cock. One of the bodyguards grabbed my arms.

"You said you would let me go," I complained.

Without missing a single deep thrust into my pussy, Dick replied, "You didn't say you wanted to go when time was up. Sorry, you can't expect me to stop now."

I exclaimed, "I do. This is ra--...."

He silenced me by sticking his tongue in my mouth. I tried to fight loose, but his body was between my legs pinning my butt to the hot tub seat, and the bodyguard holding my arms was far stronger than I was. There was nothing I could do except squirm weakly. I knew he wouldn't stop now until he creampied me. At least I was on the pill. He was clearly larger than Jimmy. It felt like my pussy was full and being stretched. This was only my second man. He continued pounding me. I couldn't help myself; I was getting higher and higher, and then I felt sweet release with another body-shaking orgasm. This was rape, except that I was enjoying it more than I should have. After my orgasm, I felt relaxed, but Dick quickly resumed thrusting his organ into my love canal, and I was rising, rising, and then, over the top, with another convulsive climax.

"You should be counting orgasms," Dick suggested, "I'm just warming up."

"I'm not impressed," I replied, lying through my teeth.

"We'll see about that!" he claimed.

I might feel bad about being unfaithful to Jimmy, but what can I say, I was enjoying what he was doing to me with his large pleasure stick. I couldn't help myself; he was touching me in places that Jimmy had never touched me in the hundreds of times we had made love. Ohmigod, again, I came with a multi-convulsion climax. This asshole was good at what he was doing to me.

He instructed me to roll over into the doggy position. I did what I was told. I figured once he got off, I could return to my room and decide what to do next. Right now, I was feeling good enough that I didn't care about anything much beyond the delightful sensations coursing through my body. Two more body-shaking orgasms and then he pulled out and sat down on the hot tub bench.

"Climb aboard, Sweetheart!" he directed me. Since my plan was to get him to ejaculate and then take refuge in my room, I did as I was told.

"Start hunching, babe!" he ordered me. I didn't want to, but why was I here if I wasn't going to? I began to slowly thrust myself onto him, impaling my pussy on what must be close to nine inches of superb masculinity. What's worse is that I was enjoying it. I told myself it's okay, it'll be over soon. I continued thrusting myself forward and back. Even my tits were aching with arousal as I increased the tempo and strength of my thrusts. Oh God, this was good. It was close to as good as it was with Jimmy, and I hated this motherfucker! Soon, my body was trembling with another great climax.

He only had to tell me once to continue. I adjusted my position slightly and began thrusting up and down. It was just as good as back and forth.

"Doing good, Girl!" Dick told me.

I couldn't believe I was out in the open, where anybody could chance upon us, in addition to fucking in front of his minions. Maybe they didn't count since they were effectively his servants. I was high, but I wanted to get higher, so I began increasing the pace of my stroking, resulting in another out-of-control orgasm.

I reached down and kissed him. It felt good. What a slut wife to kiss my attacker. It felt good. Dick told me to turn around, and repeat. I turned around, but now I began to undulate my hips. That felt good. Now, I was enjoying the thought of people watching. Maybe there were more than just Dick's minions. This appeared to be the right way, because Dick was beginning to huff and puff. Shameless hussy that I was, I was looking forward to having him splash his cum all over my pussy. I didn't have long to wait. Feeling his semen coating the walls of my vagi was enough to take me over the top into another body-shaking climax.

By rights, I should have been exhausted. I wasn't but I did feel very, very good. As I pulled myself off the monster, I told Dick, "All good things must come to an end!" I disengaged myself and reached for my bikini bottom.

"Not so fast!" Dick exclaimed. "You want to take a shower, right! You don't need to dress just to go back to your room."

I didn't want to argue. "Maybe, I'll wear it tomorrow," I suggested. "I'll just carry it back to my room."

"Lead the way, Larry!" he instructed flunky number one. Larry started in the direction of the building entrance. After grabbing both bikini parts and my keys, I fell into line behind him. Dick fell in behind me, so that he could slap my buttocks every third or fourth step. The other two goons followed behind. My suite was only twenty or thirty feet from the building entrance so it was a short walk.

"You didn't need to follow me home," I told Dick, as I unlocked the door. "I admit it was a good fucking! See you later!"

As I attempted to close my door, he stuck his foot in. "Not so fast, sister!"

"What didn't I do," I asked him.

"You didn't take care of this," he replied, pointing at his now almost fully erect cock.

Oh god, I thought. I didn't think about him watching my naked butt all the way here from the pool.

"Don't worry," he assured me, "we'll take a shower before we try out your bed."

He pushed his way in, followed by his minions. He followed me into the bath. I hung the parts of my still damp suit, on an empty towel rack. He put his on the same rack.

"Larry, go get some king-sized towels," he ordered. "Also, some sleeping pads. You guys may be here for a while."

What the fuck! He didn't have enough already.

"Get in the shower!" he directed me, "I'm right behind you."

"You know, I want you to leave," I told him straight.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way," he replied.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The hard way is my friends outside gangbang you, and then you get in the shower," he explained. "The easy way is you just get in the shower now. Look, I like you. I like you a lot. But I don't mind watching my guys fuck you, it that's what it takes, got it?"