Rick couldn't wait to see Jon, Carl and Karyn. His fathers company had moved the whole dang family to Canada for six months, but now they were finally back in the good ol' US of A! He, Jon, Karyn and Carl had been swapping e-mails for several months...but about a month ago, everyone just stopped sending him e-mails...or replying to his. It was weird...but now he'd get his answers.
He went first to Carls house, because Carl had borrowed several DVD collections from him, and - knowing Carl - he'd better make sure to get them back as soon as possible.
"I don't know anyone named Carl, Rick. And Lebron hasn't been back home in weeks." said the black woman who answered Carls door. After all, Carls last wishes had changed the families ethnicity.
"Okay...I don't know any Lebron, Mrs. Tell me, how long ago did you buy this house?"
The woman looked confused. "We've lived here for more than ten years, Rick. And I remember you and Lebron used to play together before he hit his growth spurt and became so tall and muscular."
He had no better luck at Karyn's house.
"She doesn't live here anymore, Rick. She moved in with Jonelle and her mom."
"Who's Jonelle?"
"That really slutty black girl that Karyn's dated for years. You know...she's the one with the huge breasts. Not nearly as big as my baby's breasts were last time I saw her, but still...pretty big."
That was when Rick saw the family photo mounted on the wall. The girl sitting where Karyn used to was drop-dead gorgeous...but also looked very little like Karyn. She was taller, built like a sexual cartoon, and had a great tumble of platinum blond hair. She looked nothing at all like Karyn. but...
"Okay, thanks..." he muttered. hoping Jon could give him a hand with this. Was he losing his mind?
"Rick!" the bikini-clad black girl who answered the door cried. "It's been AGES, boyfrien'! How you doin', huh? You an' you folks back from th' great white north? Hey, Karyn! It's Rick!"
"HI RICKY!" giggled the platinum blond bombshell as she snuggled up to the black girl, wrapping her arms around her waist. She was equally naked. "You been gone for like EVER! It's jus' soooo COOL that your BACK! You wanna have some FUN with Jonelle an' me, hmmm?"
"Uh...I...uh, who..."
Then Jons mother sauntered up behind the pair. She looked just as she always had. Carol was the classic MILF of every young mans dream, with her sandy blond hair and casual smile. She said "Oh, hello. It's nice to see you again, Rick. Are you going to stay for dinner?"
"Sure he's stayin' for dinner...." The black girl wrapped one arm around his neck and the platinum blond took his hand. He walked in with them - zombie-like and docile as a child. Carol wasn't almost naked like the first two, but she was dressed in slinky lingerie that sculpted her body. "...that okay, momma?"
"A fourth for dinner? Not a problem. I've been teaching the girls to make lasagna. Do you like lasagna, Rick?"
Rich was led into the kitchen, where the cheesy-tomato scent of Italian cooking was heavy in the air. Rick sat down heavily, and the black girl ("Jonelle" she'd been called by...was that REALLY Karyn? Could it be? And Jonelle...Jon?) leaned over, brushing his face with her left breast.
"Jon?"
"It's Jonelle now, Rick. How did you...OH SNAP! That's right! You been in Canada! I wished that everybody in America thought we was th' people we is now...but you was outta th' country. Well...it's kinda like this..."
After dinner...Rick sat in silence as he processed what he'd been told. Jon (or "Jonelle"), Karyn and Carol sat around him. Karyn seemed like a moron, always giggling and fussing with her hair. Carol seemed almost normal, though she and her new daughter were obviously lovers, as they'd kissed deeply several time, and Carol had fondled Jonelles' breasts quite boldly. Jon had been Ricks best friend. Jonelle talked with him, chatting easily and asking him about Canada and his folks...all the while Rick...
"But...this is amazing! I mean, it's monstrous what Carl did to you..."
"I like what Carl did to me. I liked Lebron...'cept he was gonna fuck with my mom. Ain' gonna let nobody do that."
"Thanks again, dear." said Carol, as she leaned over and kissed Jonelle. It was the sort of kiss Madonna and Brittany Spears had exchanged. It both horrified Rick, and gave him a huge boner.
"I like all'a this..." said Karyn with a sprightly giggle. "...it's like...so cool bein' all hot an' stuff. But...we ain' gotta man to keep us happy."
"Yeah, but...a wishing stone! It's amazing! And...uh, isn't it possible that you only like it...because he MADE you like it?"
"Oh, sure...that's probably the reason. But...since you can't un-wish wishes, why worry. It's been cool just livin' here in th' house, wishin' food and bills paid an' fuckin' my momma an' Karyn all the time. But...we all wanna man to play with. To play with us."
"But...the wishing...Carl..."
Carol came up behind him and leaned down, kissing him on the mouth. Rick closed his eyes...
Karyn snuggled close to him, pressing her breasts against him...
Jonelle slid down between his legs...and undid his pants. Pulling them down and...
"This shouldn't...be done..."
But the three woman did it anyway. As they did...what they did - mouths, tongues, hands and dirty minds working in concert to climax again and again - he kept thinking "...Jon...this is Jon doing this...and Karyn...and Carol...and what am I going to do about it...a wishing stone...a real wishing stone...it's amazing..."
