I Cream on Jeannie Ch. 01

The following events and characters are fictional and all persons over the age of 18years. The purpose of the story is to arouse and entertain. Lets keep it firmly in the land of fiction folks.

Enjoy.

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Charlie and his family had just returned from their vacation to Egypt. It had been a thrilling two weeks and they had all thoroughly enjoyed the exotic locations.

Charlie had especially enjoyed himself, and the whole experience had been something of an eye-opener for the forty-year old father of one. They had stayed in a luxury resort and his wife Judy and his eighteen-year-old daughter Jeannie had spent large amounts of time sunbathing beside the hotel pool.

Jeannie had undergone something of a growth spurt over the past 12 months, amply filling out her once lanky frame. It didn't surprise Charlie that his blue-eyed blonde-haired daughter had become quite the head-turner. Particularly given the revealing bikinis she had taken to wearing. Most parents would have been concerned by such behavior, and forbid her to step outside in what was essentially a thong and low-cut bra. Charlie liked to think that they treated their daughter as an adult, allowing her her personal freedom. Later on he would come to reflect that perhaps he had deeper, more masculine motives for allowing her to wear such outfits, but at that moment in time he wasn't ready to admit to them.

Barely two days into their holiday Charlie had stood on his balcony, looking down at his wife and daughter as they lay on sun loungers beside the pool below. As he gazed at his daughter's fine figure he told himself it was with paternal pride, choosing to ignore the tightening in his shorts.

Her hair was cut short and straight, framing her beautiful innocent teenage face. She had a cute button-nose and soft pouty lips...perfect for, he paused as several images flashed through his head and then told himself: perfect for giving a doting father a peck on the cheek. Despite this statement his cock twitched once in his shorts, like it was laughing at him.

His eyes wandered down her slim neck and admired her lovely tanned breasts. In the course of a year they had blossomed beautifully, becoming wonderfully round and impertinent. Her red bikini top cupped them tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. Well, almost nothing. Charlie wondered about her nipples. Were they large tanned cookies or, and this was his preference, were they small and perky? Pretty and pink.

His hand was in his shorts now, slowly stroking. He didn't acknowledge the perverseness of such an action. He was simply having a wank whilst happening to be looking at his daughter. There was absolutely no connection between the two actions.

His eyes moved down her slim tight torso, scanned briefly up her long curved legs and then settled, finally, on her thong. Her hot red thong. It sat tight over her snatch and given its miniscule size Charlie safely concluded that his daughter definitely trimmed her pussy. He began to wonder if he would ever see her hairless flower in the flesh, would it be as pouty and pink as her perfect lips? Or would she keep it selfishly hidden from him. Forever a daddy, a daughter and a camel-toe.

He suddenly became aware of his impending orgasm and stopped in his tracks. He looked around but no-one appeared to have noticed him.

"Jerking myself off on the balcony in broad daylight! What the hell am I thinking?" he scolded himself and walked back inside. Even then he refused to stop and consider the object of his fantasy.

Shaking his head in disbelief at his stupidity, he got dressed, left a note for his family, and went out to explore the city.

Cairo was a hustle and bustle of activity. After wandering about aimlessly for an hour he eventually found himself at a small stall near the back of the marketplace. A not unattractive lady of about his age sat behind a table.

"Can I interest you in a wonder sir?" she asked with a smile. Dusty and worn-out, Charlie sat himself down.

"Yeah, why not." He replied. "What do you have on offer?"

"Ahah but this is not your usual store sir. All the gifts we have here are identically priced, but each one has something different to offer. If you are truly interested in a purchase, then you must let me read your palm and then I shall select the gift most appropriate for you."

"Okay, that sounds like fun."

"Fun?" whispered the woman "Perhaps." She reached out and took Charlie's right hand in her own. She lightly, almost erotically traced her index finger in small circles across his palm.

"Close your eyes and relax your mind." She commanded and he did. Her ministrations continued for almost a minute and he felt himself becoming strangely aroused by her touch.

Once again he found himself thinking of Jeannie. In his mind he was back on the balcony, but now he was completely naked as he shamelessly wanked. And Jeannie was no longer beside the pool, but topless and kneeling in front of him. Her breasts were as wonderful as he imagined, with pert little nipples. He stroked himself slowly and deliberately while she watched. Her face was inches from his cock and she looked up at him innocent and unashamed. She was a good girl and good girls did what daddy told them. Sometimes the hot eighteen-year old beamed at him and crooned and encouraged, other times she pouted and begged to play with his daddycock, though she knew that good girls didn't touch.

"I see." It was only a whisper, but the gypsy's words shattered his reverie and he opened his eyes again.

"Wh..what did you see?" he stammered.

"More than you decent society allows." She replied and her eyes twinkled mischievously. Charlie flushed in embarrassment, admitting to himself for the first time the inappropriateness of his thoughts.

"I have the perfect present for you." She reached into a drawer and recovered a small glass crystal. It was slightly discolored with a small circular flaw in its centre. She pressed it into his palm, covering it with her own hand.

"Wait now one moment, while I focus on your gift."

Charlie thought he felt a brief heat in his hand and then it was over. He stood up, not entirely sure what had just passed. In a daze he paid for the trinket and thanked the lady.

"Not at all," she replied and then with a laugh "I wish all my customers were such exhibitionists." Charlie blushed a deep beetroot and hurried away. Behind him the gyspsy lady called "Do be careful who's watching your balcony."

Since that day in the stall, Charlie had tried even harder to control his thoughts, but it was though he had opened Pandora's Box. He was haunted constantly by lewd thoughts and crazy fantasies. To his credit (and discomfort) he refrained from jerking off over them, realizing he was stood over a precipice and the fall would be hard to recover from.

Deeply disturbed he threw glass trinket away, and for a while his urges calmed down. By the time they arrived home things were almost back to normal.

But then the strangest thing happened.

A week passed and their holiday quickly became another summer memory. Charlie found himself looking though his case for his camera. He wanted to download some of their pictures to his computer. He quickly found the camera, but was shocked to discover, attached to it by some old sticky label, the glass trinket that he'd thrown away.

He broke out into a light sweat as he recalled the embarrassment of that day. Detaching the glass from the camera, he slipped the strange gift into his pocket. Then, after attaching the camera to his PC he began downloading files. While he waited he wandered out into the kitchen to make a drink. After two weeks with constant female company, it was nice to be alone for a while. His wife was in work and his daughter in school. Charlie worked at home as a freelance photographer.

When he returned to his bedroom and started reviewing the pictures he had the shock of his life. They had been replaced, changed, edited. None of the original shots were saved. Instead what slowly unfolded were several hundred shots detailing his taboo fantasies. They were lifelike. Real. Definitely real, as though they were photos of something that had actually happened, though this was not the case.

(SNAP) He was stood on the balcony in just his shorts. Beside him, in that barely decent bikini stood Jeannie. She was looking up at him and smiling.

(SNAP) She gave him a hug and her breasts bulged out at the sides as they pressed against him.

(SNAP) She is looking down at the obvious tent he has erected in his shorts. Her hand is lifting to her face while her lips frame a shocked 'Oh...'

(SNAP) She is scolding him and he looks shamefaced.

(SNAP) Now he is protesting -- gesticulating obviously. He points to her thong and she is covering her crotch with her hand, embarrassed.

(SNAP) And then he is pointing to her breasts, indicating how large they are.

(SNAP) She is smiling now. A crooked mischievous smile.

(SNAP) She points to the tent in his shorts with one hand whilst simultaneously pointing to her tits with the other. A proposition maybe?

(SNAP) She shrugs and looks sexily over at the camera.

(SNAP) She has slipped out of her bikini top, and cupping her breasts she proudly shows them to her daddy.

(SNAP) And then she is on her knees and tugging at his shorts.

(SNAP) She traces a finger along the length of his shaft through the material. It is the first time she has come close to touching his cock. Good girls don't play with Daddy's dick, but curious girls are allowed one brief spell of indecency.

(SNAP) His shorts are off and his erection is huge. The hardest he's known it. Jeannie is gasping with barely suppressed delight.

(SNAP SNAP SNAP) He holds it at its base, showing it off proudly while his daughter inspects it from all angles, though she doesn't touch it again.

(SNAP) She tilts her head back and smiles crookedly at him as he pulls back and reveals his purple helmet.

(SNAP -- CLOSE UP) A pearl of pre-cum is visible on its tip and she is slowly licking her lips in the background.

(SNAP) Now she is making a jerking gesture with her fist and its obvious what she wants. She is still kneeling and has settled back to sit on her heels. With her other hand she is absently fondling her amazing breasts but her eyes never leave her daddy's cock.

(SNAP SNAP SNAP -- COUNTLESS QUICKFIRE SHOTS) He is stroking it now, slowly and teasingly. Putting on a show for his sexy daughter. She croons. She smiles. She gasps and moans encouragement. Sometimes she licks her lips, sometimes she stares intently. Always playing with her breasts. At one point she lifts them up again, deliberately, questioningly, looking for approval from daddy.

(SNAP SNAP SNAP-- CLOSE UP, SIDE-ON) His cock is slick now and he bops her, just once, bop on the end of her cute button nose. A string of pre-cum hangs briefly between her tip and his tip, before breaking and lightly salting her mouth.

(SNAP SNAP) Her tongue slips out and circles her top lip and the pre-cum is gone. Just like that.

(SNAP) She is giggling but her finger is waggling, playfully but firmly scolding. Naughty daddy. No touching remember?

(SNAP) She is standing now and it looks like the fun is over.

(SNAP) No. They have walked inside and now he is sat on the sofa. She sits beside him, still watching as he jerks.

(SNAP SNAP SNAP -- THEN CLOSE UP) It is getting faster and he is getting close. She repositions herself and curls up on the sofa, resting the side of her head on his thigh. She is barely two inches from his cock. In his fantasy she had begun fondling his balls, rolling them around in her palm, taboos long forgotten in the heat. But not here. Here she merely watches. But it is better. The expression on her face is exultant, almost orgasmic. Her eyes are on fire with expectation of what she is about to witness. She has never felt closer to daddy.

(SNAP SNAP SNAP -- QUICKFIRE AND CLOSE UP) And then he is cumming. Long white pearls erupt in a powerful climax. Shiny strings lace his hand, sit on the top of his cock like an icecream cone, and yes, inevitably, it is on her cheeks, her nose, her lips.

(SNAP SNAP SNAP -- CLOSE UP AND FINISH) She laps it up now. All of it, him and her. She playfully stretches long wet strokes along his shaft. Her pink tongue makes shy tiny swipes around his glans and then flicks quickly against his slit. He throbs through her ministrations, it is almost unbearable. She is in charge now and she takes her time. Gathers every drop. Good girls don't touch daddy's dick. But cum is cum, yum yum, what a naughty tasty treat.

Charlie reaches the final photo, he had been clicking the mouse frantically like a man possessed, but now it is over and his erection is tight and painful. At last something inside him snaps, he can contain it no longer. He puts the photos on a loop, releases his cock and watches over and over until he finally explodes. Unknown to him the little trinket in his pocket has begun to resonate imperceptibly, but something is happening.

He sits in his seat, feeling satisfaction and self-loathing in equal measure. He has taken a path, it is a dark one and something is happening.

A week passes and the guilt is quickly forgotten. He jerks off to the photos on a daily basis, sometimes more than once. His mind is working overtime, every sordid desire every twisted fantasy every urge he ever suppressed is made known to him. Jeannie is everywhere. He is downloading new images from his camera on a daily basis, and he almost can't keep up. There are so many and the dark reaches of his soul are laid bare on the computer screen before him. He carries the gypsy's glass with him wherever he goes. He is right-handed and he holds it his left as he wanks. Wanking is better when he holds it. He has become aware of its vibrations and with each orgasm its strength increases. Sometimes he holds it under his glans and the vibrations alone are enough to make him cum.

Sometimes, as he relives a fantasy over and over the crystal takes him there. Or almost there, and he comes close to living the fantasy for real. But it is not enough, and he wants to relive them more and more often.

(SNAP)

(SNAP)

(SNAP)

(SNAP)

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And the crystal feeds and it changes and something is definitely happening.

To be continued...