A Beautiful Wish Ch. 06

Nervous and unsure of what do next, George watched in wonder as she positioned herself between his legs. Once she was ready she beckoned him with one finger and come hither smile. He leaned forward and their lips trembled against each other's as their passions become more inflamed. She lifted her hands away from her chest and lightly caressed his face from his temples to his chin.

Suddenly, she pushed him back against the couch. She winked, and moved in towards his dick still bound in his trousers. She started by massaging its length from his balls to the tip, and wrapping her delicate hands around it. George could feel the thin cottony material slide against him. He enjoyed it tremendously, but longed to get his pants off so that Dawn could have full access.

"Oh, George. I can feel you again. I can feel what I am doing to you." Her eyes began to glaze over as their pleasures mingled within her. "Do you want me to stroke your dick? You want me to suck it? Please let me suck it!"

George nodded dumbly.

"Please say it, George. Tell me. Order me. Command me," she pleaded.

George could have cummed in his pants right there. "D-do it."

"Do what?"

"S-suck my dick. I order you to suck it!"

Dawn ripped his pants down and sucked his throbbing cock into her wet mouth. She bobbed up and down rapidly, twisting her entire head around his pole. She pulled in ragged breaths through her nose and made labored moans, sending vibrations up his shaft. She was sucking his cock like she was on a mission, like she was possessed.

George strained with all his might to stave off his orgasm. He wasn't sure if it was due to his new body, or the fact that he had been having a lot of sex lately, or maybe Dawn was keeping him from going over the edge right away, but he was able to stay just out of reach long enough to really enjoy the sight of Dawn's luscious lips enveloping his cock. Her big beautiful eyes were shut tight as she concentrated all her effort on giving him the perfect blowjob. She braced herself against him with her forearms.

George pushed a few heavy strands of her golden brown hair out of her face that had unwoven themselves from her braid and held them back. Dawn shot him an appreciative look and even managed a smile around the long cock fucking her mouth. Her eyes glistened as she worked. George marveled at how much enthusiasm she applied to him. She not only looked like she was getting off, but also like she was having fun.

As he felt himself approaching the point of no return he cried out, "OK, stop! Wait, wait..."

Dawn took a long slow suck and his dick popped free from her vacuum-like grip.

Relieved, he took a huge breath. "Okay, get up here."

Dawn raised herself from the floor, but seemed unsure of what to do next. "What is it, babe?"

"Well, um, do you want me facing you, or away from you?" she asked with an apologetic expression.

George held his arms out in as much of an invitation for a hug that he knew how. She smiled heavenly, and crawled into his arms. She straddled him like she had before, only this time his naked cock nestled itself against her bush. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squashing her breasts into his chest in the process. She just looked at him for a moment. He didn't feel the tingle, but he got the impression that she was searching for something.

He chuckled nervously as he asked, "Are you okay, babe?"

She nodded happily as she suddenly came to her senses. "I am very okay, George. Are you ready for me?"

It occurred to him that he had been ready for her for a long time, before he even met her. All he managed was, "Oh, I am so ready."

She reached down between them and positioned him at her entrance. She took him in, her eyes never leaving his even as they fluttered. She paused once all of him was inside her. She breathed a sweet euphoric sigh. George had waited to hear it all day.

"George?" asked Dawn, as she basked in the feeling of finally being joined.

"Yes, Dawn?"

She leaned her forehead against his and whispered, "Thank you."

George was confused. She had just given him a blowjob. Why was she thanking him?

As if reading his thoughts, Dawn answered. "Thank you for taking me out today. Thank you for standing up to your mother for me. Thank you for being a kind master. Thank you for being you. Thank you."

She kissed him.

She began to slide up and down his shaft slowly, still locked in their kiss. It was so slow that George almost didn't realize she was doing it at first, so concentrated he was on her lips. But the sensations in his cock radiating up into the pit of his stomach were too powerful to ignore. George hugged her as tight as he could.

Dawn began to fuck him faster, being careful not to move her upper body so much as to break their kiss. She breathed her pleasure into him. Her muffled cries echoed through him and cast away all worry and self-doubt. Faster and faster she went, bucking on his cock while George held on to her for dear life.

She leaned forward to get a new deeper angle into her sopping pussy. Instead of bouncing, she rolled her hips like the wheels of an out of control freight train. George's cock felt like it was being given a blowjob from ten Dawn's at once where one would have been too much. His cock went from warm to cold and back again in rapid succession as her ass rolled off of him and slammed back down. Her pony-tail dangled helplessly as her back curled and knocked it senseless.

Finally, it was too much, and Dawn flung her head back to let out a cry George didn't know girls could make. Her voice was broken and ragged. "Oh yes, George! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She came hard. Her pussy clenched even more tightly around his engorged cock. Then it quivered, even as she continued to ride him. "Cum in me, George! I want to feel it inside me! I want to feel your hot cum fill me up! Oh, Master!"

With a guttural moan he erupted up into her. His cock pulsed as long ropes of his seed splashed against the walls of her pussy. She felt his orgasm too and it triggered her own. She leaned her head on his shoulder and was nearly crying as the pleasure emanating from George's cock overtook them both.

After a few minutes of wheezing, their breathing started returning to normal. Though they were loath to move and break the physical connection that reflected the emotional one that had formed so powerfully over the course of just a few days. George's cock softened slightly, though not completely, but just enough to let some of his cum dribble out and down his shaft. Dawn's head still rested on his shoulder, but she wrapped her arms around his neck in a loving hug. She whimpered as she planted tender kisses on his cheek.

"T-thank you," she whispered softly too him.

"George!"

It took a moment to register that his mother was calling him from upstairs. He was tempted to ignore it, but then he heard footsteps. He suddenly realized that she would see them in a matter of seconds. George panicked, but couldn't bring himself to move with Dawn so wonderfully intertwined with him. All he could do was cringe as the footsteps fell closer. In the few seconds he had before his mother found them, all he could think about was how terrible it was going to be when she reconsidered her decision about Dawn.

"George," said Dawn.

He had been expecting a violent outburst from Jessica, not Dawn's sweet whisper. "Yeah, Dawn,"

"I have slowed time for a moment. We should have enough time to make ourselves presentable before mom sees us."

"Can you do that? I mean, can you stop time without me wishing for it?"

"I have only slowed it; I cannot stop it all together. And I can use my powers for you if it involves sex to a great enough degree and I am sure you would want me too, even if you are too preoccupied with..." she looked down at their coupling, "...other things."

"I'm not going to argue with that. Let's get dressed. And, thanks for looking out for me, babe."

"You're welcome," she said happily.

After a couple of wishes to get them looking presentable again, George had her resume normal time. All Jessica wanted was her glasses, which she had left on the coffee table in the living room. She was a bit perplexed as to why she didn't think to check there earlier, but dismissed the notion quickly and went back to her room.

"So, what are we going to do tomorrow?" asked Dawn cheerfully. Her post orgasmic glow was hard to ignore.

"Well, I have to go to work and you need to find a job. I suppose I could ask Chip tomorrow if the camp has any positions open."

"Who is Chip?"

"Oh, he's the camp director. Nice guy, really fat, you'd love him."

She punched him playfully in the shoulder.

"So how would you like to try your hand at being a camp counselor?"

She sank slightly in trepidation, "Is it hard?"

"Nah, not for you. It's going to suck though because I won't get to see you most of the day."

"Aww," she said with a quick kiss. "Remember, George, I am always only one wish away."

"I know. Man, this is going to be fun. I'll finally work with someone I actually like. Well, I mean, except for Karen. She's pretty cool."

She pulled out her now trademarked playful gasp, "Who is this Karen?"

He laughed nervously, "She's just a girl I was infatuated with. Hey, hey, don't get any ideas. She's dating someone already."

Dawn became excited when George mentioned he liked Karen. "I did not say anything," she said defensively.

"It's a moot point anyway. She's going out with Rock..." George's face went white.

"What is it, George?" she asked worried.

"Dawn, can you use your powers to check on someone?"

"For sexual purposes, yes?"

"Could I... prevent a rape?"

Dawn's eyes went wide with alarm. "Yes, of course. But, how..."

"Let's go upstairs. I had better tell you everything."

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Karen switch on the lights in her bathroom and took a moment to check her appearance. She had spent the last two hours primping and preening in preparation for her date with Rocko. Now that he was late she found herself pacing around her apartment, sneaking nervous glances at her reflection whenever the opportunity presented itself. All the waiting was forcing her to constantly reevaluate her decision to go out with Rocko for a second time. She knew it had to be done, but why couldn't he be different? Why did he have to be such an immature jerk? Why couldn't he be more like George?

Her long shiny chestnut hair had been curled and it framed her exotic looking face. She wore a pair of her favorite skin-tight blue jeans and a pink t-shirt. While the shirt was not unflattering, it was nothing compared to the plunging neckline she would have normally worn. She spent a lot of time on her appearance. She liked being pretty. But lately, she wondered who she was being pretty for. It wasn't for herself. And if it was only so she could be attractive to guys like Rocko, then what was the point?

A combination of French and Italian heritage, Karen had always been admired for her beauty. It opened many doors for her and earned her sympathy when she desperately needed it. But it was also her curse, attracting many unsavory men interested in nothing but sex. Deep down, she knew Rocko was one of those unsavory types. But that seemed to be the only type of guy she could attract.

Rocko had acted gentlemanly throughout their time at the water park and dinner afterwards. She had been fairly excited when he brought her to see the view from the oceanside bluffs. She knew what he was doing, and she was planning on letting him have a little fun. But she couldn't believe that he had gone as far as he had. Karen was no virgin, but she wasn't one to give it up on the first date, or even the third date. But Rocko had other ideas.

They had started with some light touching and kissing in the backseat of his car, which turned into a tonguey smooch. He wasted no time before grabbing handfuls of her breasts and groping them vigorously. While she didn't appreciate Rocko's rough treatment of her body, it wasn't beyond any lines she had promised herself she wouldn't cross. It was when he began to slide his hands down to the button of her jeans that she put on the brakes.

"Not yet, Rock," she had whispered as sweetly as she could, "let's save that for another day."

He didn't respond, but pulled the button loose and dove into her panties. Karen began to panic and grabbed hold of his wrist to stop him, but Rocko was too strong.

"Rocko, stop. Stop!" she yelled.

"Oh c'mon, girl. Don't be like that," said Rocko. He had turned on his tender voice to try and melt her defenses, which flew in opposition to the unwanted treatment of her body. He continued to press further down, into the curls leading to her sex.

Angry and terrified, Karen bucked and squirmed as powerfully as she could to break free. It was no use. With one arm wrapped around her and grasping her breast, the other moving closer to it's prize, there was no way for her to break free. She began to tear up as the inevitability of the situation dawned on her.

"Please, Rock! Please stop! I don't want it like this!" she pleaded.

Rocko cooed, "Didn't we have a good time? All I want is a little bit in return. So stop playin' hard to get already."

Karen started sobbing as Rocko's pushed his large fingers into her pussy. "N-no! I wanna go home! Please take me home!"

"I'll take you home. Let's just leave this night off right." He pulled his fingers out of her and reached for the zipper of his shorts. After a few moments of fumbling with his underwear he took out his cock. Once again, he returned to his tender voice, "C'mon, all I want is a little bit. It'll be fun."

Karen considered her options. If she continued to resist, Rocko would just take her against her will. But maybe she could get out of this without having to go all the way. "O-okay. What if I jerk you off? After that, will you take me home?" she asked as she wiped her eyes.

He gave a broad, predatory smile, "Girl, If that's what you want to do, I won't stop ya."

Karen leaned over his lap and took hold of his cock. It was bigger than any she had touched before. If she hadn't already been forced into this position, she would have been intimidated by it's proportions. She wondered briefly, how much of it she would be able to take. If only he weren't forcing her, she might have enjoyed finding out.

She was good at stroking a cock. It was something she enjoyed doing. With her ex, she loved to idly stroke him during a movie, or in the car, or anytime she could get him to herself. It was easy and fun, and he had loved her for it. But now it was a task that if not completed would mean dire consequences. She used every physical trick she had learned. The mental ones were more intense, and hid the real pleasure, but they required a more patient partner.

Even so, it hadn't taken very long. Rocko was simple, and liked it as fast as she could go. Karen's only warning was when he leaned his head back and groaned loudly. The first stream shot straight up to her nose. The rest in a gooey mess around her hands. When he was finished he stuffed his cock back into his shorts, and thanked her.

"You see? I told you that would be awesome!"

"Yeah, that was... great," she said hopefully. "C-can you take me home now? I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Yeah, me too. Lets get out of here." He climbed into the driver's seat and sped away from the oceanside bluff. Karen stayed in the back, with Rocko's spunk leaving a mark on her that she would have trouble letting go of. Since he hadn't given her anything to clean herself with she wiped it underneath the seat.

The entire way home Karen fought the urge to cry. She had been less upset about Rocko's assault than her own foolishness for putting herself in that situation. She had moved to this town to get away from her stalker ex-boyfriend and her family's condescending attitude. She liked her classes and teachers at Stafford, her friends at the day camp she worked at, and she loved the children she was charged with looking after. But she had fallen into her old routine of dating guys who were completely wrong for her. She had held out hope that she could find a nice guy who would treat her like a lady instead of some fuck-toy. After two years of one bad boyfriend after another, Karen was about ready to give up. Was this to be her destiny, to pass from one poor relationship to another?

The next day at work she had found herself in a sour mood as she ruminated over her situation. It didn't help that she had to see Rocko at least twice a day when she brought her kids into the pool for their swimming lessons. Rocko had been so cute to her once. He had short sandy colored hair, a fresh looking face like a member of a boy-band, and a beautiful chiseled body. He had a look not unlike Tom Cruise in Risky Business: boyish and charming with a huge smile, but in a man's body. But now, he had the face of the boys who had wronged her in the past.

There had been one other boy at work that she was interested in. The advanced swimming coach at the pool. George was his name. They didn't talk much, but she could tell there was something different about him. He was about as tall as Rocko without the model quality body, but still cute. He kept to himself mostly, but turned into a gentle giant whenever he was with children. He had such a way with them. He was firm, but fair and kind, and there was a protective big brother like affection he held for them. The children trusted him almost automatically. She had heard rumors from some of the other guards that he was a loser and a nerd, and once did something gross in the shower with cheese or a cat, or something like that. She never understood why the others belittled him so much, but she payed these rumors no mind. She could tell that George was one of the good guys.

She made it a point to help him with his swimming lessons, for which he was always thankful. She started wearing swimsuits around him that weren't completely appropriate for work with children, and George took notice. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that George was sneaking glances. It excited her to know that she could attract a good guy too. But he never made a move. The most she could get from him was a kind word here and there. It was frustrating, but she supposed that was what made good guys good. They didn't just walk up to someone and ask. They thought about it. They agonized over it. To be both desired and revered was something new to her, and she liked it much more than she thought she would.

He had been the only person that day to show concern for her. It had gotten around that she had given Rocko a handjob, and she could only guess that rumor had started, though there was no mention of the fact that Rocko forced her into it. But George seemed oblivious to the gossip when he finally approached and asked if she was alright.

She panicked. She made an excuse and blew him off. But that wasn't what she wanted to do. She wanted to pour her heart out to him, to tell him all her problems. She knew he would listen and maybe even help her. But she was afraid of what would happen if he knew how messed up she was. She tried to walk away, but stopped, and asked a question that had been haunting her for years.

"Why can't more guys be like you?" She could hardly believe she said it.

But he answered, as thoughtfully as a good guy should, "Because if they were, you wouldn't date them."

How right he had been. For her entire life she had been bounced from one damaging male to the next. First her father, then every boy she ever dated. It was almost like she needed to be abused to feel loved. But George was wrong too. If he would have only asked her, she'd have gone anywhere with him.

But they parted, and Karen felt terrible. She didn't deserve a guy like George. When putting herself in his shoes she realized it must have taken a lot of courage to do what he did. But she pushed him away. She made him feel bad for wanting to help her. She sunk even lower as the day wore on. When she went back to the pool for her second swim period her first inclination was to find George and apologize. But upon seeing him sulking by himself at the far end of the pool, Karen lost her nerve.