Jon sprinted up to Jessie, his hands digging into his pockets looking for her key. He could feel Karyn still rock hard in his pants, and the sensation only urged him to work faster. In a flash, the key was in his hand and unlocking Jessie's storage case, the stone sitting inside. Jon grasped the stone in both hands and pulled it close. He was so horny. He just had to think of a quick wish and then him and Emma could have some fun
"I wish that that um Emma's time of the month cycle whatever would not interfere with her having sex!"
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Jon paused for a moment and groaned. It would have been easier to just wish that she wasn't on her period at the moment. Jon felt a wave of calm wash over him, and put the concern out of his mind. However, Jon's attention returned to his crotch. He could feel Karyn throbbing in his pants and hoped that Emma would be as horny as he was. Jon smiled as an idea formed in his head. After all, he had a wish granting stone. What good was it if he didn't use it? "In fact," he continued, "I wish that her time of the month was incredibly pleasurable for her!"
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Jon felt rather proud of himself. He had always heard about how unpleasant periods were. Now, Emma would not have to dread it like every other woman. Jon put the rock back and relocked the storage container. Jon put the key back in his pocket, readjusted Karyn, and turned back towards the trail, excited to return to Emma.
Jon emerged from the trees into the clearing, trying to hide that he was out of breath. He had run the whole way back, but wanted to play it cool in front of Emma. However, Jon noticed that he wasn't the only one to work up a sweat. Emma was sitting in the middle of the clearing, her legs stretched out before her, her arms propping her up. A visible layer of perspiration covered her exposed skin. "This is so embarrassing, Jon. Like I said, I don't really talk to guy about this, let alone done it in front of one. You promised you're ok with this, right?" Confused, Jon slowly nodded. "Uh sure," he offered. Emma's expression relaxed slightly. "Really?" she asked, a hopeful tone in her voice. "Yeah, of course," he said casually, hoping he was alright with whatever was going on, trying to figure out just what his wishes had done.
Jon watched on as Emma reached down and removed her boots and socks. Next, she unbuttoned her leather pants and peeled them off, along with the thong she had been wearing underneath, and tossed them off to the side. Emma was now naked from the waist down. She looked up into Jon's eyes and flashed a nervous smile before laying down and spreading her legs.
Before Jon could do anything, Emma let out a deep groan and bucked her hips. Worried, Jon rushed forward and took Emma's hand. Emma looked at him, her smile becoming warm and genuine. She opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off as another groan erupted from her throat. Emma spread her legs further, her hips bucking forward again. She squeezed his hand as her hips started to continuously rock, looking as if she was humping an invisible lover. As Jon watched, he could see her lower lips beginning to part. Something was coming out!
Jon looked at Emma's face. Her eyes had rolled back so all he could see was
white, her breathing was erratic, her face was covered in sweat and her voice shifted between deep groans and sharp squeaks. Suddenly, her hips raised up from the ground and she went quiet, her breath caught in her throat as a ripple flowed through her body. She bucked her hips one more time and collapsed. As her grip on his hand loosened, Jon looked between Emma's legs. On the ground in front of her, Jon saw that Emma had just laid a grapefruit sized egg.
