Getting a blow-job from one amazingly sexy woman, while another pole danced for his amusement, was an entirely new experience for Jon. Sure, since he'd received the wishing stone, his depravity had increased, having enjoyed things like hand-jobs on city buses, turning kid's cartoons into pornos (only on his TV - he wasn't a sociopath!), even making his best friend make out with the head cheerleader at school, then forget about it (but not before he had filmed it so that he could watch it over and over).
But this was something special.
Jon knew it was the stone's magic that had caused it, but Robert gave the most amazing blow-job. It wasn't enough that the many wishes Jon had made had caused Robert to be a stone-cold fox, a walking talking photomanipulation of an overly sexed-up model, but she was so skilled at lovemaking that Jon could barely stand it. It was hard to imagine that just a few minutes earlier, Robert had been a slightly overweight art-school student, giving off a distinct vibe that he didn't like Jon.
Well, she certainly liked Jon now!
"Does that feel good, lover?" she breathed, after slowly sucking her way off of Jon's penis, releasing it from her mouth with a wet pop. She lightly scratched the insides of Jon's thighs with her long, painted nails, and eyed him from below with a hungry look.
"Good doesn't even begin to describe it," he answered.
That was all she needed. Robert's mouth quickly engorged itself on his penis again, up and down, tongue swirling. Small moans and grunts were escaping her throat, indicating that while her hands were all over Jon, she was getting off on giving the blow-job as much as if she were receiving one, another wish induced affect.
Victoria pulled off yet another feat of acrobatics on the pole, her blonde hair hanging down as she suspended herself upside-down only with the strength of her buttocks, the pole nestled between her cheeks. She eyed Jon hungrily as well, but with a look of jealousy, too. She held the pole in one hand and flipped gracefully to the floor in front of it.
"Enough foreplay," she said, crossing the room, "Vicki wants some sugar."
Now completely naked and glistening with sweat from the show she'd put on, she padded over to her target. His penis was out of the question. Robert, Victoria's so-called friend was enjoying herself on that, and looked like she would be for a while.
No matter, Victoria didn't need a cock to get off. She climbed on the huge, soft bed and crawled to her neighbour. Jon's eyes were glued to hers, even though his penis was glued to Robert. Taking a hint, Jon lay down, giving room for the blonde student to straddle his stomach and lean forward. It didn't take long for Jon to understand what she wanted, and soon enough her left nipple was in his mouth, his hands pawing and squeezing both breasts.
It was heaven.
Something about Jon made every touch he gave her a hundred times better than any other touch. She'd known he was sexy for a long time. That's why she'd had those crazy skylights installed, that's why she'd ended up naked in her car, that's why she'd come over that night. Victoria just couldn't stand another day without Jon as a lover.
And if she had to share him with that skank Robert, so be it. As her body rocked and shook in its first gigantic orgasm of the night, she knew he was worth it.
