He wants to drive to the beach.

Trey stepped out of the grocery store, it was evening already.

"A beach sounds good," he mused, looking up at the orange sky. But he didn’t wanna walk there. I wish for a clean, perfectly restored 1967 Mustang GT Fastback to appear right here, fueled up, and ready to drive.

A moment later, there it was, gleaming in the sun, a beautiful, dark green '67 Mustang, engine purring softly, waiting for him at the curb. He chuckled, pulled open the door, and slid into the leather driver's seat. The smell of old leather and new car filled his nostrils.

He put the car in drive, peeled away from the curb, and headed towards the highway. The engine roared, a beautiful, throaty growl. He put on some classic rock, cranked up the volume, and sped onto the open road.

He drove for a while, the wind whipping through his open window, the landscape blurring past. He zoned out a bit, letting his mind wander, replaying the highlights of his morning: his mom, the neighbors, the grocery store. What a fucking day. What a fucking life he had now. He was a god, and the world was his personal amusement park.

Suddenly, a black SUV to his left swerved hard into his lane, without a blinker, without any warning. Trey slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. There was a sickening CRUNCH as the Mustang's front fender scraped violently against the side of the SUV. Both vehicles lurched, tires screeching, before coming to a grinding halt on the shoulder of the highway.

The driver’s side door of the SUV flew open, and a man with a thick beard and a denim shirt stormed out, his face red with rage. His wife, a beautiful redhead in a striped blouse and tight jeans, followed him, looking shocked and worried. They walked to the back of their SUV, assessing the damage. The SUV had a long, nasty scrape along its side, and Trey's brand-new Mustang had a crumpled fender.

Trey got out of his car, keeping his expression neutral.

"What the hell, man?!" the bearded guy yelled, stomping towards Trey, his voice booming over the highway noise. "Are you blind?! You just fucking slammed into me! You owe me money, you piece of shit!"

Trey just shook his head slowly. "You shouldn't have said that" he said, clearly annoyed since it was obviously the fault of the other guy.

The man stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes narrowed. "What did you say, you punk?"

"I said," Trey repeated, stepping closer, "you shouldn't have pissed me off. Now I'm gonna fuck your wife here."

The man's face turned a shade of purple Trey had never seen before. "What?! You sick bastard! I'll kill you! Get away from my wife, you fucking pervert!" He lunged forward, but Trey was already making his wish.

I wish the woman wants to get fucked by me right now and absolutely craves my cock. I wish her husband is utterly unable to physically stop her, or me, from doing anything, no matter how much he wants to. He can react, but he cannot move a muscle to intervene.

The moment the wish settled, Sarah, the redhead, stopped looking worried. Her eyes, which had been wide with alarm, now took on a suggestive stare at Trey, as if she was just thinking of fucking him. She looked at Trey, then at his thick bulge straining against his jeans, and a slow, wicked smile spread across her face.

"Oh, you are so right," she purred, her voice dripping with a sudden, overwhelming lust. She walked past her husband, who was now physically unable to stop her.

"Mark, don't be so dramatic," she said. "He clearly has a point. You overreacted, and now I have to apologize for you" She reached for the back of their SUV. "Let's use the trunk."

“Sarah? What the FUCK are you talking about?” Mark yelled.

She popped the trunk of their SUV open. It was spacious enough. She leaned in, turning around to face Trey as she expertly unzipped his jeans. "Come on, baby. Don't keep me waiting."

Trey's enormous cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, ready for action. Sarah let out a low moan of pure delight. "Oh, you are definitely worth it."

“Sarah! STOP” Mark kept yelling, to no avail.

She took off her jeans, and untied and unbuttoned her top, to reveal her bare large tits hanging free. She backed herself into the trunk, lying down on the carpeted floor, her red hair fanned out, her eyes fixed on his. She opened her legs wide, inviting him in. Trey wasted no time. He climbed in, positioning himself between her thighs. Her pussy was already soaking wet, glistening under the highway sun.

He pushed into her, sliding deep inside her hot, tight pussy. Sarah let out a long, moan, her hips rising to meet his thrust. "Oh, yes, just like that! Fuck me, Trey! Fuck me right here!"

Mark kept yelling and begging for them to stop, but it was of no use.

Trey looked up, making eye contact with Mark, who was still trapped, his face a mask of horrified agony. "You see, Mark?" Trey grunted, as he began to pound into Sarah. "Maybe you shouldn't have pissed me off."

He slammed into her again and again, the rhythm hard and relentless. The entire SUV rocked with their movements. Sarah was screaming his name, her nails digging into his back, her hips bucking wildly under him. "Oh, god! Yes! This is so good! Harder, Trey!"

Mark's screams of despair only fueled his performance. Trey gripped Sarah's hips, tilting her just right so he could bury his cock to the hilt with every thrust. He could feel her pussy milking him, contracting around his thick shaft, begging for more.

He pulled out slightly, then plunged back in with all his might, making her cry out in a strangled shriek. "Tell me you love it, Sarah!"

"I love it! Oh, I fucking love it, Trey!" she screamed back, tears of pleasure streaming down her face. "Don't stop! I can't get enough!"

He pounded into her until his balls ached, until her pussy was a swollen, slick mess around him. He felt the familiar surge, the building pressure. He was about to blow.

"I'm gonna cum!" he growled, pulling out just as his cock spasmed.

A thick, hot stream of cum shot out, splattering all over her chest, her stomach, her beautiful red hair. More of it splashed onto the carpeted trunk of the SUV, mixing with her slick juices. He watched as his load dripped down her body, covering her in his triumph.

He leaned back, panting, his cock still dripping. Sarah lay there for a moment, catching her breath, covered in his cum. She ran a hand through her cum-soaked hair, then dabbed a finger into the mess on her chest and licked it clean. "Delicious," she whispered, her eyes still glazed with lust. "Absolutely delicious."

Trey climbed out of the trunk, zipping up his jeans. He walked over to Mark, who was still watching in shame, his body shaking with suppressed rage and a profound, soul-shattering helplessness.

"You know, Mark," Trey said, his voice casual, almost conversational. "Had you been nice to me, I could've fixed your car for you, even though it was your fault. But now, because of your attitude and arrogance... well, you get nothing. In fact, now, your wife, Sarah, will never, ever fuck you again for the rest of her life. In fact, from this moment forward, she will literally fuck anyone else, your friends, your family, complete strangers, anyone she sees, she will get fucked by them, enthusiastically and willingly. But she will never, ever want your cock again. And you, Mark, you cannot stop any of it. You will be forced to watch, forced to know, but powerless to intervene." He spoke his final wish into existence.

He finished speaking and watched Mark's face crumple, the last shred of sanity draining from his eyes. It was a beautiful thing. Trey turned, got back into his freshly damaged Mustang, and drove away, leaving the shattered couple on the side of the highway. He left Mark to his eternal torment and Sarah to her new, insatiable, indiscriminate lust.

The beach was calling. And Trey was just getting started.