Dave's hand twitched as the bone heated up after his wish. Having already used it so much, it seemed like the bone was starting to change him as much as anyone else. He couldn't remember the last time he was this horny. And the fantasies flying through his head were a lot more nasty than usual. She let him in and with a quick wish, they headed up to her bedroom on the second floor.
She began to absent-mindedly strip. She didn't seem to notice that her hands were flying to take off her button down white blouse. Dave always liked that she dressed a bit older than her age. She had her bra off by the time she finished saying, "Oh, I'm pretty good. School was okay, though I had a test in AP European History that I don't think I did great on." She pinched her nipples a little bit to get them standing to attention, and got to work on taking off her skirt. He made sure to wish that she kept the glasses and the socks on.
"Oh, that must suck," Dave said. He was more of a math and science guy than history, "I've got a question, though, Maggie. Why are you wearing panties? I thought I told you to throw them all away." He squeezed the throbbing wishbone.
He smirked as her face fell in shame. "I'm so sorry, master!" Maggie said, tears welling up in her eyes. In her head, she had been Dave's concubine, to use as he pleased for the last four months, ever since she turned 18. "I don't even know where I could have gotten those!" She ripped the plain pale blue panties from her so fast, one could think they were on fire. She stared in disgust at them and began to rip them.
"Well, you know what disobeying a direct order is gonna cost ya," Dave said, though she didn't until he wished it into her head.
"Anal sex," she said, not meeting Dave's ravenous eyes. She assumed the position, getting on her knees on a little padded sunseat in front of a window. Anyone looking up from the street could probably see the naked teen. He remembered having seen her up her reading in front of the window several times.
Dave got behind her after he got suitably undressed, and spread her cheeks. He quickly discovered that going in dry on a nervous schoolgirl was about as fun for him as it was for her. He tried to remember what he read on that porn star's blog. He wished for her to orgasm a couple times, as he ransacked the bathroom for something lubricating. There were a ton of skin lotions and shampoos, but Dave wasn't experience enough to know if any of that stuff was safe to use on for butt-fucking. A stroke of perverted brilliance took him to Maggie's parents bedroom. Buried in her dad's sock drawer were condoms and lube. "Heh, Maggie's mom must still not be in menopause," He thought to himself. He made a mental note to investigate that later.
He decided against the condoms but took the lube. When he returned to Maggie's room, which had a lot more stuffed animals than he expected from the rather mature high schooler, she was still at the window sill. Her tits and mouth were pressed against the window, and she was moaning. Her hand was frantically rubbing against pussy as she tried to orgasm again.
Now that she had relaxed some, along with the lube, the sex was better. Dave only regretted that he couldn't see her face. He liked the light freckles she had on her cheeks, just beneath her eyes. The built-in seat was too small for her to comfortably do missionary and way too small for both of them to be up there, so he moved her to the bed. He glanced out the window and saw a stay-at-home dad out there, gawking at the window. Dave laughed, and with a wish, the man forgot why he had stopped on the way to the mailbox, and why he had an erection.
Now that he finally had gotten Maggie where he wanted her, he wanted some good damn buttfucking. He murmured to himself under his breath, "I wish that Maggie had the sexual skills to match even the best hooker or porn star."
"What was that, Master?" Maggie said, her eyes now hopeful and with a new sense of confidence in them. He laid down on the bed, and Maggie lowered herself on his cock with grace. Immediately, Dave felt the difference. He tried bucking up. She bent down and kissed his chest tenderly, "Please, Master Dave, let me. Just relax and let your slave pleasure you."
Quickly, Dave realized that his wish had been the right one. He wasn't sure if they had fucked for hours or if she was just so good she could fit hours into minutes, but the last thing he remembered was her whispering into his ear. "I am so sorry that I wore panties, Master." |