Some nighttime head

“And I wish I deserved countless blowjobs.”

Jessica had made it to the fence when it came again. This time, the orgasmic shiver that coursed through her was the weakest yet. By now, she speculated it was either because the ring was losing power, or because the intensity of her pleasure was directly proportional to how severe the wish was.

For both her sake and the world’s, she hoped for the latter. She didn’t know if her wish-granting powers had any limits, but nothing so far seemed to indicate that there was an upper threshold as to what Brad could wish for. Worst yet, she couldn’t even make out the context of the wishes being granted; she only heard the wish itself, the dreadful words echoing in her head each time Brad said them.

Who knows what rumors he’d just conjured into existence. And now he wished that he deserved countless blowjobs? Deserved? What kind of conversation was he having for him to warrant saying that? No one deserved blowjobs. How in the hell would that become a thing?

Now that the sexual thrill had passed and her house had emptied out, she paused to calm her raging emotions and think. The fence before her was easily climbable, but once her head peaked over the top, her heart sank as she realized that the alley beyond was empty. Brad had no doubt chased Kevin until they’d left the vicinity of her home. Without additional help, she didn’t know how to find them.

Defeated, she sighed and starting making her way back to the house, ignoring the collapsed veranda. She’d have to explain why it broke to her parents upon their return, assuming she couldn’t come to some sort of agreement with Brad. She knew Brad could wish it back to normal, but she wondered if he would.

The biggest question was whether or not she should tell Brad that he’d gained limitless power. As much as she loved Brad, she couldn’t deny the man had his faults.

“I wish we could just do it here.”

The wish hit her as she stepped back into the house, making her trip. She broke the fall by grabbing a chair, feeling the rush of sexual pleasure ripple through her body. Since this one being the weakest yet, it reinforced her hypothesis that the **** of her pleasure was proportional to the scale of the wish. Given the wording, Brad hadn't wished for something ****, so the pleasure she felt reflected that.

Speaking of, Brad wanted to ‘do it here’. Where was ‘here’, and was exactly did he want to do? Her immediate guess was sex, but she wanted to cling onto the belief that Brad wouldn’t stoop that low, however fleeting it was.

Jessica moved on auto-pilot, picking up discarded party cups and turning off flashing LEDs as she made her way back towards the kitchen, where she’d been when Chris has first called her out into the hallway. There, she found her salvation: her cellphone.

Which had been ringing, she now realized; not with the ringtone that accompanied an incoming call, but with the familiar sounds of an ongoing Facebook messenger chat. She suddenly felt herself go pale, wondering if people were already discussing how her party had bombed. Upon opening it, she instead found something far worst.

It was a group chat; one she was sure had never existed before:

♥ Brad’s Thundercock ♥

Inside, she found a picture that had been sent by Tiffany mere moments ago - a low resolution photo of an impossibly huge dick. The appendage was massive, hanging low and almost comically thick. With Tiffany’s hand also in the shot, Jessica used it to judge that it would take at least three hands to hold that behemoth, with room to spare. The sheer impossibility of its size made it look fake, but Jessica knew it was all too real.

Somehow, Brad had wished himself the biggest dick she’d ever seen. Hell, this was probably the biggest dick ever.

Jessica wondered how anyone could possibly want to have sex with that, only to feel her heart sink even more as she read the messages that started to pour in.

“Thanks Tiff! I was hoping a picture of Brad’s cock would surface tonight!”

“God, I love his dick! Can we switch places, Tiff?”

“I would suck that thing in a heartbeat!”

“Same!”

“We all would! Brad deserves as many blowjobs as he can get!”

“Why did Kevin have to lead him away? We all could be servicing Brad right now.”

“I’ll make sure to give him my best, just for you ladies!”

That last one came from Tiffany, the girl no doubt getting ready to give Brad one of the countless blowjobs they all felt he now deserved.

“Tiff, where are you!?” She typed back, sending her message into the chat before watching it get swallowed by a stream of good lucks and envy.

Scrolling back up to the picture, Jessica wondered why she was the only one who wasn’t enamored by the penis. Giving the absurdity of its length, there’s no way she was the only one who felt it was more impractical than anything. Trying her best to ignore the shaft, she quickly scanned the rest of the photo, hoping to catch some sort of clue as to Brad and Tiffany’s whereabouts.

Brad’s next wish was born out of impatience.

As Tiffany dragged him away from the Edward’s estate, she cut through an empty field, telling him that this was the quickest way to get to her place. But, the booze and hormones had clouded Brad’s mind, making him paw at the girl’s top as they walked. With Tiffany was showing an uncharacteristic amount of skin, it made her look absolutely delightful. The longer they walked, the harder it was for Brad to keep his hands on her.

“I wish we could just do it here,” he said begrudgingly after she insisted he wait until they got home for the umpteenth time.

Strangely, instead of nagging him like before, Tiffany’s behavior changed immediately. “We can, if you want.” she said, pausing mid-step to look at him. “Here’s fine” she soon added after glancing around the empty field.

Not risking his chances, Brad jumped on the opportunity and immediately pulled the girl to him, kissing her. She quickly reciprocated, returning the kiss in **** as she let herself be pulled into his grip. Once there, his hands snaked up the back of her top while hers found themselves at his groin, the girl fumbling with his belt in an attempt to fish out his cock.

There was an urgency in how her fingers moved. Tiffany broke the kiss short, quickly glancing down so that she could focus on what she was doing.

“God, I’ve been wanting this all night,” she told him, her movements becoming more and more erratic as she undid his fly. Brad couldn’t believe his luck; in the past handful of times he’d gotten with Tiffany, never had she been this thirsty for dick.

Soon, she fished out his cock and sighed as she held it in one hand. Brad wasn’t sure if it was the ****, a moonlight, or both, but his dick looked massive in Tiffany’s petite hands. The girl squealed as soon as she saw it, dropping to her knees and nearly smacking herself in the face against it.

Brad waited for the inevitable blowjob, closing his eyes in anticipation only to reopen them when he caught glimpse of a flash of light. Looking down, he noticed Tiffany was typing furiously on her phone, the girl having just taken a picture of his dick.

“Hey, wait-” he began, intending on asking her what she was doing. Instead, he was cut short as she discarded her phone and dived onto his cock, the girl somehow managing to sink both his cock head and the first few inches of his shaft into her mouth in one single stroke. Any additional protests disappeared as he groaned, Tiffany displaying a level of skill and enthusiasm he’d never seen in her before.

There, Tiffany gave him the best blowjob of his life. While she evidently found his size to be troublesome, the girl made up for it by extensively licking the length of his shaft and using as much of her hands as she could, twisting them around his dick and continuously providing pleasure to the parts she wasn't able to take into her mouth. Brad groaned as he placed a hand on the back of the girl's head, pushing her further onto him and making her gag on his dick. She coughed and hacked around his length, sending spit everywhere as the blowjob became sloppy.

"Fuck! Yes!" he groaned as he leaned back, enjoying the sensations Tiffany was providing him. He looked up and admired the night sky, the light of countless stars flashing back at him. He basked in the moonlight, feeling on top of the world.

Far above him, a comet blinked across the sky, disappearing as fast as it appeared

"Oh shit, a shooting star!" he called out as it passed, pointing up to it.

On her knees before him, Tiffany giggled, talking his cock out of her mouth long enough to speak. "Make a wish!" she said, a wild glint in her eyes. "Mine was already granted," she said before taking him back between her lips.

Smirking with pleasure, Brad pondered the night sky, wondering what he should wish for.