A love for orgasms

Brad looked up at the spot in the sky where the comet had graced them. He could still see the echoes of its passing as he closed its eyes, it’s silhouette dancing inside his retinas. It had been forever since he’d made a wish on a shooting star. The last time he’d done so, he’d been very young; far too young to have known what sex and pussies were.

The wishes he had now couldn’t have been any different from what he’d have wished for back then.

“I wish,” he began, his word taking on a dramatic flare, “that a girl’s favorite part of sex was making her partner cum.”

He felt like a king as he spoke. Here he was, getting a blowjob from one of the hottest girls in school in the middle of an empty field, and making a wish as though it were some grand proclamation. It felt like the high he’d get every time he scored a touchdown and the crowd watching the game erupted in cheer. It was a powerful feeling; one that showed that he was in his element, where he was at his best.

Brad “Thundercock” Mayers. Quarterback for Eastlake’s future football champions. Scourge of the school and destroyer of pussies.

There was also the only one thing missing - the sound of ravenous applause.

Lost in his ****-fueled fantasies of grandeur, Brad missed Tiffany’s snort as she continued to rigorously suck him. She made no further comment on his wish, wondering why he’d waste it on something so trivial. Had Brad never picked up on the fact that women loved making their partners cum? She felt it spoke greatly on where his focus was during sex. Clearly it wasn’t on her.

Not that it mattered. She wasn’t here for reciprocity; Brad deserved a blowjob and his cock was phenomenal. She unabashedly loved it. It was definitely weird at times; she didn’t even like Brad all that much, but his cock was something else. Not once had she ever regretted blowing him.

It was just like everything else she loved in life: her mother, cheerleading, her friends, his dick, and making her partners cum.

Sam had benefited greatly from that last one when they’d experimented last time they’d gotten drunk together. Both of them had learned that day that their love for providing orgasms wasn’t restricted to men.

Brad **** her deeper into his crotch and it informed her that he was focusing on the blowjob once more. She threw herself onto him harder than before, breaking his reverie and making him groan, a sound she cherished almost as much as the sensations of him throbbing in her mouth.

She’d done this often enough to know his orgasm was getting close.

And it was. Brad couldn’t believe the enthusiasm Tiffany brought to blowing him. The moment she dived into his crotch, she’d taken a good majority of his dick into her mouth and kept it there. Considering his size, Brad was amazed a girl was even capable of doing that.

It wasn’t without struggle however. She nearly choked as she attempted to take his girth, Brad suppressing a chuckle as he took note of the obscene way her mouth was stretched around his shaft. It really did look impossibly huge in the moonlight. Yet another thing that amplified his buzz and made him feel more powerful.

He felt his orgasm wash over him without warning and he bellowed, waves of pleasure engulfing him.

On her knees before him, Tiffany felt him swell and braced herself, a great sense of pride filling her. Out of the dozens of girls invited to Jessica’s party, she was thrilled it was her who’d gotten to blow him tonight and made cum. He exploded in her mouth and she loved every second of it.

Jessica was alone in her room, exhausted from the aftermath of her ruined birthday.

Brad’s latest wish had come and gone, bringing with it near-orgasmic ecstasy that rivaled any that came before it. She was now convinced that the intensity of the pleasure she felt was directly related to the scope of the wish. Brad’s latest wish about having girls absolutely love to give orgasms had completely drained her.

The young girl didn’t even have the energy left to cry about the direction her life had taken.

She was just thankful that Brad wasn’t making any more wishes.

Deep inside however, Jessica knew this moment of peace wouldn’t last. Brad might have been drunk tonight, but he wasn’t stupid. It wouldn’t be long before he realized something was amiss. Sooner or later, he’d realize his wishes are coming true.

If there was a bright side to this whole genie fiasco, it was that Jessica still had a way out. All she had to do was convince Brad to return her ring without him cluing into its powers. She’d deal with the logistics of being an actual fucking genie afterwards.

The problem was that she didn’t know the full extent of her powers.

Jessica tried remembering the conversation she had with her mother, but her recollection of the details were fuzzy. She’d been too upset by the revelation and Kevin’s subsequent interruption.

What she did know was that there didn’t seem to be a limitation on the ring’s range. Every time Brad wished, his voice would echo in her mind, triggering a rush of ecstasy that seemed to be synonymous with her turning his desires into reality. Worst was the fact that there didn’t seem to be any limit to the kind of wish she was capable of granting. So far, it was dumb luck that Brad hadn’t accidentally destroyed all of civilization. And hadn’t her mom mentioned something about only her and her ‘Master’ remembering how things were before the wish?

The real issue was the fact that Jessica couldn’t seem to say the word ‘Brad’. Every time she’d called out to him, she’d instead yelled ‘Master’, something that had miraculously gone unnoticed by everyone who heard her. God only knew how long that would be kept under wraps.

Jessica didn’t want to go to school. Going to school would be an absolute shitshow of the worst kind. She wanted nothing more than to hide in her room and forget everything that had happened since she met her mother.

But the sun was slowly rising and despite how little sleep she got, Jessica couldn’t walk away from this.

Her phone dinged beside her and she almost ignored it, assuming it to be another girl gushing over Brad’s monster cock in their group chat. To her surprise, the message was from an unexpected source - Kevin.

“We need to talk. Brad has your ring and we need to get it back. ASAP.”