Chapter Eleven: The Tale of the Fisherwoman and the Genie

A young husband and wife lived in a house near the sea. It was a small, ramshackle cottage, but it suited them just fine. They did not have much to live on, nor did they require much. They were content with their humble existence, and took comfort in having each other.

One day, while the fisherman was ill with fever, his wife knelt beside him. "I will go out and see if I can catch some fish."

Her husband coughed and shook his head. "Do not venture out this afternoon," he said. "I had a terrible dream while I slept, a dream in which you left me forever. I fear it is an ominous portent."

His wife smiled and placed a warm cloth upon his forehead. "You ought not to heed such visions," said she. "I am your wife, and I shall never leave you. But you must eat, and so must I."

The fisherman continued to protest, but she was determined. Giving her husband a fond kiss of farewell, she left the cottage and strolled down the path to the beach.

It was a hot day, and the sunlight sparkled upon the waters. She took a moment to listen to the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore. The ocean had always filled her with peace, and the music of the waves made her sigh in contentment.

But there was work to be done. Hoisting her skirt up above her knees, she slowly waded into the warm water. When the water level crept up to her thigh, she flung the net into the sea and waited for it to settle to the bottom. Then she trudged back to the shore and sat upon the beach. The hot sand felt good beneath her naked feet, and she basked in the hot glow of the sun.

She checked the net a half hour later, and found that it was empty. Undaunted, she cast the net again and waited.

Another half hour, and the net brought up a few pieces of debris. She let out a disappointed breath, and set the net again.

When the third try came up empty, she began to despair. "Oh, Allah...please grant me fortune on this next cast." She threw the net once more, and decided that if nothing appeared this time, she would give up and return to her husband.

But when she checked the net, she found that there was something weighing it down! She tried with all her might to pull the net from the water, but it would not give. Wiping her hand across her perspiring brow, she looked up and down the shore. The beach was deserted, and she decided it was safe to strip away her clothes. Something was weighing the net down, and she needed to swim down and see what it was.

She pulled off her garments and dropped them on the sand. She felt strangely uncomfortable at first, for she was not used to being nude outside her own home. She kept looking around to make sure she was alone, as if someone might suddenly appear and take advantage of her.

But she had to admit that the cool ocean breeze felt wonderful against her naked skin. The sunlight warmed her, and she slowly began to relax and even enjoy her solitary nudity. She smiled when she thought about what her husband would say if he saw her standing brazenly naked on the beach, like some lust-hungry water nymph come ashore in search of a mate. She knew that her body was appealing to men, because she always saw them staring at her when she traveled to the marketplace with her husband. He noticed their stares, too, and sometimes he worried that some other man would try to take her away from him. But she would simply smile, saying that she loved him, and only him. She told him that she was perfectly happy in her marriage, and why would she ever want anyone else?

These thoughts made her smile as she waded out into the sea again. She walked out into the shallow bay, until the waves were lapping at the dark fur of her crotch. She shivered as her pussy sank into the water, causing tingling sensations to spark through her body. When her hips submerged, she took another glance around to see if anybody was watching. Seeing no one, she waded further in, and smiled in delight as the water licked its way up her slender waist, slowly rising to splash her proud young breasts. When she was all the way in, she took a deep breath and plunged beneath the surface.

Her hopes were extinguished when she saw that a dead donkey had become entangled in the net. After several minutes of strenuous effort, she managed to disentangle the net, which was otherwise empty except for a copper jar in the shape of a cucumber. With a disappointed frown, she climbed out of the water with the net and the jar, and sat dejectedly upon a shady section of sand.

Upon inspecting the jar closer, she noticed that its mouth was sealed with a stopper of lead. Her eyes widened when she saw the stamp of Lord Solomon upon the seal. "This must be some sort of artifact," she said. "Perhaps it will fetch a fair price at the marketplace." She shook the jar, wondering what was inside.

She looked around one last time to make sure that the beach was deserted. She tried to pull the stopper loose, and was surprised when it easily came off. Her surprise turned to amazement as a thick grey mist began to rise from the bottle. The mist rose and began to form a human shape. Within a few seconds, the smoke coalesced into the form of a man - a rather handsome man, who was not wearing any clothes.

The man's eyes fell upon the naked woman sitting before him on the sand, and he smiled at her. "Thank you for freeing me from that prison, good lady. I cannot even tell you how long I have been trapped inside that bottle."

"Who...who are you?" she gasped, momentarily forgetting her nudity.

"I am a servant of Lord Solomon, Apostle of Allah. Or at least I was." He sat down on the sand beside her. "I sinned against Solomon, and he sentenced me to eternal imprisonment at the bottom of the sea."

"Solomon? But he died almost eighteen hundred years ago!"

The genie smiled. "Is that so? Well, I am glad to hear it. With Solomon gone, there will be no one to stop me."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that during my imprisonment, I have been plotting my revenge. I intend to destroy all of the other genie princes and take their power for myself. However, I cannot do this on my own. I must have children."

"Children?" The fisherman's wife blinked in confusion.

"Yes. I will gather unto myself a harem of beautiful women, perhaps a hundred or so. Each female will part her legs and receive my seed, and in one year's time they shall bear one hundred children. These offspring will have fantastic powers - and when they are old enough, I shall use them as an army to wage war against my rivals. Then, when I stand victorious, the world will belong to me."

She shook her head; this was too much to digest. "I do not see why you would want to do battle with them," she said. "Could you not go to them and talk things through?"

The genie prince shook his head. "I do not want peace. I want revenge, and nothing else will satisfy me. I will take what I want, and no one will be able to prevent me." His eyes trailed down to her perfect breasts, and she could tell that he liked what he saw. She suddenly became aware of her nakedness, and his next words filled her with sudden dread. "I shall take you for my first concubine."

"You cannot," she said quickly. "I am a married woman."

The genie laughed. "That does not matter. Once you have had a taste of my cock, you will no longer want your husband." He leaned back on the sand, and her eyes reflexively fell upon the cock he was talking about. She had tried to avoid looking at it before, but now she could not help but stare at it. His was a beautiful organ, and she was entranced as it started to stiffen before her very eyes. She watched in fascination as the flesh grew and hardened, and the sight of his growing erection was erotically intoxicating.

"You like the sight of it, don't you?" He cupped his perfect cock and bobbed it up and down before her. "You need not bother to resist me, for I promise that you will enjoy yourself. I will thrust you into orgasm after orgasm, until you cannot see straight. You will be lost in a fog of sexual bliss, and you will lose sight of everything that used to be important to you. And then, when you are completely under my spell of lust, I will fill you with this cock, and give you a child. And you will be happy to receive it, for you will be addicted to the pleasure that only I can give."

She continued to stare at his cock as his words sank into her mind. For the first time in her life, she was tempted to have sex with a man other than her husband. The thought of that firm cock, sliding inside her...

"No!" She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I will not betray my husband." She rose to her feet and walked away from the genie, bending down to pick her clothes up off the sand. When she stood up again, he was right behind her, and she felt his strong arms wrap around her waist. One hand made gentle circles on her belly, while the other went down to cover her crotch. She felt a finger sink between her legs, softly stroking her sensitive pussy lips. She could feel his hot breath as he whispered into her ear: "Are you sure that you do not want me?" She wanted to say yes, but somehow she could not bring herself to speak the word. She felt his lips touch her neck, and his finger became more insistent, rubbing harder against her excited vulva. His other hand was now reaching up to caress her breast, and she felt his finger tickling her nipple.

"I...I can't..."

"Yes you can," his words, like his fingers, were quick and effective. "You can just surrender to me, and all of your worldly hardships will disappear. Pleasure will become your sole hunger." His finger was poking against her cunt lips now, as if knocking on a door, patiently waiting for someone to let him inside. She kept waiting for that finger to dig inside her, and she almost wished that it would. Her lust was growing stronger with every passing second. Part of her wanted to break free from this demon and run back home to her husband. But another part of her - a rapidly growing part - wanted to melt in this man's arms and allow him to kiss her, suck her, feel her and fuck her. Her willpower was fighting a losing battle against her sexual hunger; she was steadily losing control of herself, and she knew that a few more strokes upon her pussy would send her over the edge, leaving her helpless to resist him.

She forced herself to picture her husband, waiting for her back at the cottage. The thought of him gave her strength, and she struggled free of the genie's seductive caresses with a mixture of relief and desire. Without looking back, she broke out into a desperate run, her bare feet pounding across the sand. After a minute, she risked a glance behind her and saw that the genie was still standing back where he had held her. A seductive voice inside her head began to whisper to her, telling her to go back there and offer herself to him. But she forced herself to ignore it and continue running. Her breasts bounced up and down as she jogged along the sand, trying to forget how close she had come to surrendering herself to that wonderful cock.

She had almost managed to clear her lustful thoughts when she saw the genie standing up ahead. He was leaning against a wooden post that marked the entrance to the path leading back to her home. "How did you get here so fast?" she asked, trying not to show her fear.

He shrugged. "I'm a genie. I can do all sorts of amazing things - as I could show you, if you would let me." His hands were folded behind his head, and she could not help but notice that his penis was still rigid, hanging seductively between his powerful thighs.

"Please let me pass," she said. "I want to go home."

"Very well," he said. "But first, you must give me a kiss."

Her face grew pale, and she shook her head. "No, I will not."

The genie shrugged. "Then you shall not pass."

"Fine." She stormed away, continuing along the beach. She knew another path further on; it would take much longer to get home that way, but at least she would not have to pay the genie's lecherous toll. After a few minutes, she found the second path and started to climb up the winding trail that led through the trees. She thought about putting her clothes back on, for there was a chance that someone might see her. She decided against it, however, for she was afraid that the genie would try some other trick, and she did not want to waste any time in getting home. 

Several minutes went by, and the genie did not appear. She began to hope that she had seen the last of him, though she would not rest easy until she was by her husband's side again. With that thought in mind, she hastened her steps and hurried up the trail as fast as she could, feeling traces of perspiration upon her bare skin.

She came to a sudden stop, though, when she saw a large snake coiled on the path up ahead. The serpent hissed at her, and she took a few steps back. When she turned around, she saw another snake slithering out of the foliage to block her retreat. She gave a shriek of surprise as another one slid beside her feet, and she frantically threw her clothes on top of it. She still had her carving knife, and she held it in her trembling hand as she backed against a nearby tree. The air was filled with the sound of hissing, and she saw the snakes slithering closer.

Then she screamed again as she felt something smooth sliding across her tummy. She desperately tried to break free, but the serpent had wrapped itself around the tree, and she could not budge it loose. She was about to stab at it with her knife, but another snake twined itself around her arm, rendering her right arm helpless. Her other arm was soon likewise trapped, and she struggled in vain as her naked body was pinned to the tree by a host of wriggling reptiles.

She watched in horrified revulsion as one of the snakes danced out in front of her, its diamond-shaped head poised in front of her chest. With a gasp, she saw its forked tongue dart out to flick against her right nipple. She tried to twist her body free, but without success. She was trapped, and she watched helplessly as the tiny black tongue continued to probe her pink tit. The sensation was almost ticklish, and she saw that her nipple had grown hard from the persistent teasing. Against her will, she soon felt her lust beginning to grow again inside her. The serpent's tongue seemed to get longer and thicker, and it began to swirl around the bulge of her sensitive breast flesh with slow, langorous strokes. She was breathing heavily now, but it was not just from fear anymore. When she saw another snake's head approach her other breast, she almost welcomed its serpentine kiss upon her nipple.

She knew that the genie had to be behind this, of course. He had trapped her here, and now he was trying to seduce her with these clever serpents. And the worst part of all was that she feared it was working. She could feel the smooth flesh of the serpents sliding all over her body, and she knew that she could not break free. She was a prisoner, and she was becoming more and more aroused with every passing minute. The erotic manipulation of her breasts continued, and she knew it would not be long before one of those serpents found its way to someplace even more sensitive.

Sure enough, she soon felt a serpent sliding up her leg, twining itself around her bare thigh as it slowly rose toward its destination between her legs. She tried to clamp her legs together, but the snakes only pulled them further apart again. She gasped when she felt the first tentative lick on her labia. Just a feathery tongue at first, softly flicking against her vulnerable pussy lips. Then she felt the serpent's head nudging up and down the length of her slit. She knew that this was a prelude to a pussy invasion, but the delicious sensations were too powerful to ignore. The snake wanted to slide inside her, and she found herself eagerly awaiting its penetration.

Then, suddenly, the snakes were gone. She opened her eyes and saw her husband strolling down the path. When he saw her standing naked against the tree, he froze in mid-step and stared at her in astonishment.

She ran to him and threw her arms around him. "Oh, thanks be to Allah that you are here!" Before he could ask any questions, she pressed her lips against his mouth and eagerly began to kiss him. The poor man did not know what to think, so he simply responded to his wife's sudden passion by returning her kiss. She felt his hands upon her bare back, sliding up and down her feverish skin with gentle caresses that only enflamed her desire. She had been on the verge of surrendering her body to those erotic snakes, and her lust had boiled to the point where she needed an outlet.

So she shoved her husband to the ground and began to pull his pants off.

"What...what are you doing?" His face was full of surprise, but she noticed that his eyes were fixed upon her breasts. Without bothering to answer him, she pulled his belt away and slid his trousers down. Beneath the cloth of his underwear, she could see his stiff cock bulging against its fabric sheath.

"We can't do this here," he said. "What if someone sees us?" He began to back away from her, but her hand delved inside his underpants and grabbed hold of his penis. His efforts to escape suddenly ended as she began to slide her fingers back and forth around his rigid meat, staring into her husband's eyes as she slowly masturbated him. She could see the unanswered questions in his eyes, but he had stopped struggling, and she knew that he would soon be more than willing to provide her with the fucking that she so desperately needed.

While she stroked him, she slid his underwear off and straddled his hips. Her hands trembled with lust as she guided his cock to her cunt, and then impaled herself upon his thick organ. She moaned as the hard flesh rose up inside her juicy inner tunnel, giving her exactly what she had been hungering for during the past hour. She began to hump him, slowly raising her hips and then sinking back down again upon his delicious cock. The friction of his flesh rubbing inside her was enough to make her moan helplessly as she filled herself again and again. His dick had never felt as good as it did now, and she gave a silent prayer of gratitude that she was able to vent her lust upon her husband's cock, having narrowly managed to avoid committing sinful adultery with the evil genie.

Her husband sighed with pleasure. "Oh, that feels nice," he said, smiling up at the bouncing woman. "It has been centuries since I have felt a woman's pussy enveloping my cock." Her eyes widened in horror as she saw her husband's face vanish, to be replaced by the genie's leering grin. She was fucking the genie!

She immediately tried to climb off of his cock, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her back down upon his rigid pole, causing her to gasp. "Why stop now? You were enjoying yourself, were you not?"

"Let me go," she said, her voice choked with lust. She could feel his hot, throbbing cock buried inside her, and the urge to start fucking him again was almost more than she could bear.

"I do not want to let you go," he said, his hand stroking her soft belly. "You released me from that horrible prison, and I want to show you how grateful I am."

"Then do it some other way." She began to pull herself away again, but he simply pulled her back down. The sensation of his meaty dick tunneling up inside her again made her heart flutter with excitement. She knew she would not be able to stand too many more cock thrusts; her willpower was crumbling by the second.

"But I can think of no better way," he said. He pulled her down on top of him, so that her breasts pressed against his powerful chest. "I will give you the sweetest pleasure imaginable," he whispered. "All the sorrows and hardships you have ever known will disappear forever. Why is that so terrible?"

"Because you are asking me to betray my husband," she said quietly.

The genie nodded. "You are a loyal woman, and I respect that. But how strong is your loyalty when I do this?" He bucked his hips, causing his cock to dig inside her cunt again. She gasped at the sudden invasion, and her breathing became very rapid. "Or this?" He speared his dick up into her again, and her response was a soft whimper, for she was teetering on the edge of surrender. "Or this?" When she felt the third thrust go up inside her, her resistance finally shattered. Without a word, she pulled herself up from his chest and began to bounce up and down upon his firm cock, eagerly filling her pussy with its hard meat. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she screwed herself upon his magnificent organ.

"That's better," said the genie. "Doesn't this feel better than your husband's cock?" She grudgingly nodded as she skewered herself again, and again, and again. She thought of her husband, lying sick in bed back at the cottage. She hated herself for betraying him like this, but her lust was much too powerful to ignore. Her pussy was so hungry for a good fucking, and the fact that it was an adulterous cock shoving up inside her made it even more exciting. Not only was she screwing a man other than her husband; she was screwing a powerful genie who intended to rule the world!

Then she remembered his evil scheme, and she knew that he would want to impregnate her. The last thing she wanted was a child born out of adultery, a child who would be used only to help the genie wage his terrible war. But she could not bring herself to stop bouncing up and down upon his throbbing cock. Her lust-addled mind tried to think of a way to prevent him from filling her with his seed. She knew that if she fucked him long enough, his cock would erupt inside her, and then there would be a baby in her belly. She had to think of something...something other than his cock...his thick, wonderful cock, filling her cunt every time she sank down onto him. But then his hands were upon her hips, and he was bucking his cock up into her, and she gave up trying to think. Her hips slammed against him in a sexual frenzy, and she grinded her dripping snatch against his crotch with every downward plunge. She was fucking him, and nothing else mattered.

It took only a few more seconds of pussy friction to send her sprawling over the edge of blissful oblivion. Her mind exploded in colors as her orgasm dripped down on him. She panted and moaned as her naked body convulsed, and she was helplessly lost in a fog of pleasure.

When she came to her senses again, she found herself back on the beach. She was lying on the sand beneath the shade of a palm tree, and someone was licking her pussy. She assumed it was the genie's tongue that was lapping at her crotch, but then she saw his face approach her breast. As she felt his hot mouth latch onto the soft flesh around her nipple, she saw yet another version of the genie leaning down to kiss her belly. She was surrounded by gorgeous men, and all of them were pleasuring some part of her body with expert erotic skill. The fires of her last orgasm had not even faded yet, and already she was beginning to burn again. She dimly thought of her husband back at home, unaware that his own wife was being sexually plundered here on this beach, seduced away from him by an evil genie. She did not want to betray her husband like this, but she was too far gone to avoid it. When she felt that sensuous tongue digging inside her moist sex lips, when she felt those mouths kissing and licking and sucking their way all over her breasts and belly, she forgot all about her husband and the promise she had made to him. The genie was driving her wild, and she was helpless to resist him. When her next orgasmic shriek filled the air, there was no one to hear her. Only the genie, whose mouth locked upon her clit and prolonged her orgasm until she could not stand it anymore, and the sand was stained with her cum.

She had no idea how long she lay there, while those hands and mouths feasted upon her naked flesh. She was completely lost in lust, and the blissful aftershocks coursing through her body made her shudder in delight. He had done a good job on her, and she knew that she was well on her way to becoming a slave to him, just as he said she would. When she felt his mouth leave her pussy, she opened her eyes and saw him bringing his cock down upon her. She managed to whimper a feeble protest, but one of the genies simply leaned down and covered her mouth with his own. Her protest dissolved as she surrendered to his kiss, which continued even as she felt the spongy head of his cock pressing against her pussy lips. Then she felt it sliding inside her, tunneling its way up into the juicy depths of her sex. She threw her head back and moaned as the thick organ invaded her. His cock seemed to have been made for her pussy; neither too thin nor too thick, it filled her inner walls with a perfect dose of hard flesh, and she basked in the sheer pleasure of feeling it sink inside her.

She felt the cock withdraw a bit, and then it slid back in again. In and out, in and out, in and out...he was fucking her, and she was allowing him to do it. Her thighs opened wide for him, and she welcomed each plunge of his penis with a soft cry of pleasure. She knew where this was going; she knew that his cock was plowing into her for a reason. It would not be long before he was shooting his seed into her, filling her womb with the thick cream that would create babies. She looked into his eyes as he sank his cock into her pussy, and there she saw only lustful hunger. He did not love her; to him, she was simply a female - a vessel that would please his cock and bear his children. She ought to have been outraged, and she would have been - were it not for the fact that he was giving her such thorough pleasure. She had never felt this much sexual fulfillment before, not even with her husband. The thought of spending the rest of her days getting thrown into one orgasm after another was extremely tempting, and she could easily see herself becoming addicted to her own lust.

That's why she was here, sprawled beneath this powerful man, moaning and grunting as he worked his cock in and out of her frothing cunt. Her mind was barely able to form thoughts anymore; her intellect had melted, to be replaced by the erotic signals stemming from all parts of her body. There were hot, warm mouths upon her breasts, and her firm nipples were being tugged into them. There were strong hands all over her belly, massaging her smooth flesh in all the right places. There were lips upon her mouth, and her tongue wrestled wetly with his as they shared a passionate kiss amidst the sexual chaos. Mouths kissing her thighs, hotly licking their way up and down her shapely legs. And of course the cock, deliciously ramming its way inside her throbbing cunt. There was a constant flow of creamy juice trickling down from her swollen pussy lips, and his dick had no trouble sliding in and out of her slippery vagina.

He began to fuck her faster, his cock raging in and out of her wet, steamy love tunnel. She panted excitedly as she felt his hard meat pounding inside her, and she guessed that he was getting ready to fill her up with his seed. She watched in fascination as his penis slipped in and out of her pussy, its rigid flesh coated with her own sex juices. He was mating with her, and she was about to get a baby in her belly. She was beyond caring, though; she was completely submerged in desire, and her body writhed in the throes of erotic torment. His cock plunged in and out, and with every swift stroke it seemed to get bigger and bigger, making her moan and babble incoherently. He reached down and pinned her arms to the ground as he drilled his dick into her gooey twat, relentlessly fucking her with deep, rapid strokes. Her belly heaved as another orgasm ripped through her, and his stiff cock was bathed in orgasmic cream as it continued to shove its way inside her spasming cunt. It took only a few more thrusts for him to lose control, and he buried his meat deep inside her pussy one last time as it exploded with cum. She felt the hot semen spurting inside her, and she knew that he was making her pregnant.

When it was over, she heard only the waves of the ocean as they continued to roll in, and the two of them lay there upon the sand and rested in each other's arms.

"I have to admit it," she said. "That felt wonderful." She smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"This is only the beginning," said the genie. "With my powers, I can do anything. I could drive you completely insane with pleasure, if I wanted to."

"I don't doubt it." She giggled, pressing her body close to his.

He enfolded her in his arms and sighed. "When I have established my dominion over this world, you shall be my queen. Together, we shall live the rest of our days in pleasure and contentment, as we watch our children grow."

"It does sound nice," she said. "Where shall we live?"

The genie looked around. "Why not here? I could create a palace right here, on the shore. On this very spot, I would create the bedroom..."

She smiled. "I suppose anything is better than that little bottle where you were imprisoned." She shook her head. "I still can't believe you were able to fit in there, especially with THIS..." She fondled his penis, which had begun to soften and shrink.

"You don't believe I was trapped in that bottle?"

She shook her head. "It's far too small."

"Then I shall prove it to you," he said. With a snap of his finger, he turned into a cloud of smoke and drifted his way back inside the bottle.

The fisherman's wife quickly rushed forward and sealed the bottle with the magical stopper, which was still lying on the sand nearby.

"This is not funny," said the genie, trapped within the bottle. "Release me at once!"

"I shall not do that," she said. "I shall return to my husband, and the two of us shall live in peace without further interference from you."

"Have you forgotten the pleasure I gave you? Can you truly say that you never want to feel my cock again?"

"No, I cannot say that," she said. "Nevertheless, I must bid you farewell." With that, she waded out into the water and cast the bottle into the sea again, where it sank to the murky depths.

She returned home to her husband, whose health had much improved. She made love to him that night, and every night thereafter. A few months later, her tummy began to bulge. In nine months' time, she bore a son with handsome features, and her husband believed it to be his. As the boy grew, his parents discovered that he had amazing powers. He could bring fish from the sea, he could heal injuries, and he could even cancel hurricanes before they posed a threat. The husband believed his son to be blessed by the gods - and in a way, perhaps he was.

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