"I wish you both would go to Jon's room and have sex for the next two hours!" Bambi looked very pleased with herself.
With that, Jon and Karyn both found their feet moving of their own accord. They turned around and walked toward the foyer. "Oh, my God, Jon --" began Karyn.
"I know," said Jon as the two of them started to ascend the wide, curved staircase. "I don't know where my room is, either, in this new house."
"That's not it!" exclaimed Karyn. "We won't be able to hear her make any wishes, so we won't know if she changes reality!"
"Maybe we can trick her when this is over," said Jon. "It shouldn't be too hard now that Bambi's an airhead -- damn it, I keep trying to call her Bambi, and -- to call her the 'M' word, and it just won't come out of my mouth."
"Jeez, this magic is powerful," said Karyn, as the two of them took a right turn through a double doorway, each closing one of the doors behind them. They didn't have much time to look around Jon's new gigantic bedroom before practically tearing their clothes off and jumping onto the king-sized bed.
They should have been enjoying the experience, particularly Jon, who was losing his virginity to a big-breasted blonde who looked like she'd just stepped out of a porn magazine. But the effect of the wish, plus the two of them worrying about what kind of trouble Bambi was getting into, turned it into a workmanlike chore: Jon thrust into Karyn's pussy for a couple of minutes, then came, and then Karyn sucked him off for about 30 seconds until he got hard again.
They weren't keeping track of the time, but in the middle of yet another session of thrusting, Karyn suddenly felt like she didn't need to have Jon inside her right at the moment. "Two hours must be up," she said, and relaxed.
Jon's engorged, nearly foot-long dick slipped out of her. The tiny silver bell that was attached to a ring that pierced her labia major tinkled. "Ugh, I'm almost there," groaned Jon. He brought a well-muscled arm forward and stroked himself a couple of times, and, just as had been happening every few minutes for the last two hours, a thick stream of viscous fluid erupted. It hit Karyn's chin, and almost on instinct, she ducked slightly down and opened her mouth. She couldn't believe it -- the smell and taste were absolutely wonderful, kind of like vanilla with maybe a hint of cinnamon, although there were plenty of other flavor notes in there as well.
After she'd swallowed what was in her mouth, and extended her tongue to its full 10-inch length in order to lick the remnants off her chin, and used that tongue to clean off Jon's incredible cock, she asked him in her upper-class British accent: "How come you never told me you were a Sweetie?!"
"Huh? It's no big deal."
"What do you mean?" retorted Karyn. "It's only one in a thousand guys that have cum that tastes that good. You could have had any girl you wanted if you'd spread the word -- I mean, even before you developed those." She pointed with her long, manicured fingernails at Jon's tanned, muscular chest. God, he looked like he was straight off the cover of a romance novel, with his body, plus the shoulder-length hair and the killer smile. She almost felt like fucking him again, even though she knew she didn't have to, but the problem was -- "Bambi!" she said, suddenly sitting up and leaning down to collect her skimpy clothes from the floor where they'd been thrown. "Who knows what wishes she's been making while we've been up here? We've got to stop her!"
Jon pulled on his tank top, silk boxers, and tight jeans as Karyn got into her hot pink outfit. The two of them hurried down the hall and down the stairs, Jon walking slightly behind so he could watch Karyn's ass fill out the miniskirt, not to mention the abstract-design tattoo that graced her lower back.
