Jack woke spooned with a naked Jennifer, his nose tickled by deep red sleep-tousled hair, his morning sausage nestled between two warm buns. He would have expected her to smell like smoke after her previous evening out, but she smelled only of her usual intoxicating spice and desert rose. He lay there for a pleasant while, enjoying the cozy snuggle with his perfect woman.
He also pondered how he should wake her. It wasn't often that he awoke first, and the rule was that the first to wake had to awaken the other in an interesting and pleasant manner. He grinned as he made his decision. It was a little selfish, but that didn't stop him. He made a secret wish.
A still-slumbering Jennifer rolled over and sleep-mounted him. It was a disconcerting, watching her climb aboard him like an automaton, eyes closed, face in expressionless sleep. She rose and in one smooth motion filled her wish-slickened tunnel with his shaft as a sigh escaped her lips, deep sleep or not.
Her unconscious mind took over and she began to slowly move over him. Jack smiled contentedly and relaxed with his hands behind his head, anticipating a long ride. She was starting literally from a dead sleep, and Jack knew that he wouldn't be lasting through four of her orgasms this time. He was aiming for a simultaneous explosion.
As her stimulation slowly built, her face became more animated, and her body more active. Her hands, which had been limp in her lap, came alive and slowly caressed up her taut belly and abdomen to her incredible large, round breasts, where they tickled, than massaged, then mauled the perfect spheres while pulling and pinching nipples as she progressed ever so unhurriedly from a slow, silent ride to a crotch-slapping tempo, moaning constantly while her hair flew around her face. During the same period she rose from deep sleep to the edge of wakefulness, but was not allowed consciousness until the moment her orgasm struck.
As her enthusiastic ride continued with louder and louder moans, increasingly intense tit-mauling, and wilder hair flying, Jack began to fear that he would not be able to hold out. But before he could make the silent wish to assure their synchronicity, her eyes flew open. Her bewildered "Wha...?" turned immediately to an inarticulate exclamation as she came powerfully. So did he.
As she slowed to a stop over him she pouted down through disheveled hair. "You are a very wicked master." Then she grinned, "But I must admit that was a very interesting way to awaken."
At his invitation she lay down atop him and they snuggled for a while, his cock still impaled deeply within her. It softened very, very slowly and reluctantly.
"I sure hope Jonathan and Doreen are already up and about. You're a really loud sleep-fucker."
Jennifer lifted her head from his chest and bit his nipple lightly.
"OW!"
"For your information, they were inspired by my earliest moans, and were too busy to pay attention to the rest."
"Ugh, too much information. Let's hit the shower and get some breakfast."
Scrubbed clean, they climbed to the top floor to be greeted by Kathleen and Ronald and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
"Morning!" Kathleen said cheerfully. Ronald lifted his head from the newspaper he had obtained from somewhere to murmur the same.
"Morning, Mom. What do we have available for breakfast?" Jack asked.
"Just cereal and bagels, I'm afraid." Kathleen replied. "We do have both cream cheese and jelly for the bagels. I thought we might stop by the store sometime today and get stuff for pancakes."
"Cereal will be fine for me." Jack assured her, then turned to Jennifer inquiringly.
She thought for a second. "I think I'll have a toasted bagel with cream cheese."
"Coming right up!"
Jack searched momentarily for the bagels. He split one and popped it into the toaster, then pondered his cereal choices; bland stuff full of fiber for adults, or sugary stuff that Zane must have picked out. He grabbed the sugary stuff with a muttered, "Screw it, I'm on vacation." Then he remembered that with his new Genie-tweaked bod, it didn't matter, anyway. He grinned happily to himself as he poured an extra large bowlful.
They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and cups of coffee while chatting with Kathleen and occasionally Ronald, at least while he was turning pages, until the rest of the family started appearing up the stairs. The first was Cindy, looking relaxed and cheerful.
"Good morning!"
Jack choked on a spoonful of cereal as the memory of Cindy's dream exploded back into perfect clarity from wherever it had been hiding.
"Are you okay, Jack?" Jennifer asked innocently.
"I'm fine," he rasped.
Did I really experience Cindy's dream with her?
Yep.
Bad Genie!
She gave a mental snort.
You loved every minute of it.
Does she know it was me?
But it wasn't you, it was her swarthy, virile fantasy prince of indeterminate nationality. You were just along for the ride.
Oh.
He thought about that for a moment.
So
that
was her fantasy? To be tied down and molested as a slave?
Well, it's a little more complex than that. As far as just the sex goes, she participated in her three favorite activities; performing oral sex — she really does enjoy it — receiving the return favor, which she obviously took great pleasure in, and being thoroughly, thoroughly fucked. Beyond that, she has fantasized for quite a while about a little light bondage. You know, being tied down, mildly dominated, and enjoyably ravaged. But she's never been willing to give up enough control to pursue it. This was her opportunity.
As far as the rest of the setting, part of it was simply an appropriately exotic locale, and part was inspired by her mostly unconscious anxiety over going through her prime sexual years without taking much advantage of them, especially since she's fairly sure her sexual experience and enthusiasm would allow her to blow the mind of any potential lover who might otherwise be more interested in a younger but much less talented companion.
I see. Well, it certainly seems that referring to her as my 'hot little aunt' is turning out to be quite the understatement.
Yep.
So, would it be safe to assume that she would enjoy further 'encounters' with the prince?
Quite safe. She would love repeated visits to his castle in far-off-wherever, enjoying all that it has to offer a favored sex slave who is slowly but thoroughly teaching her young 'master' everything about what real sex is, until one day she's riding his prone form while he's tied to the bed.
Jack looked at her suspiciously.
A sex slave subjugating her master, eh?
That's only her dream, master,
she replied with completely innocent reassurance.
Uh, huh. So, did she really get her massage?
Oh, yes. The 'massage harem' made quite sure that
every
square 'digit' of her body received just the right attention that each deserved... some of them very,
very
thoroughly.
Wow. And... was this harem comprised of men or women?
Hmmm. I don't think Jennifer will answer that question. You'll have to order Genie to,
she replied, obviously relishing flaming his curiosity and arousal through a little wicked defiance.
Aw!
