Title:  Magical Tramp Poon's Vacation
Author:  Bobwhite
Summary:  Two married couples and a couple of their friends vacation
in Las Vegas. When one wife is betrayed, it's the others who learn
that it's wrong to judge a man harshly for following his instincts.
Keywords:  MC MD FD MF GR

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Magical Tramp Poon's Vacation
by Bobwhite

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*Author's note:  Here's a nice little vacation story.  And, for a
change, it's not going to focus on FF.  I've been kicking around
elements of this story for quite some time, searching for an impetus
to put it all together in something I knew people might enjoy.  I was
having trouble finding a catalyst, until Ms. Myrrh threw her January
2011 writing event.*

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"Is she still giving me that look?" Kevin nervously asked his friend
Jake.

"Who, your wife or mine?" Jake replied, carefully looking across the
sparsely populated dining room in their Las Vegas hotel.  Dimly, he
heard the murmur of the early morning gambling crowd as they moved
about the casino... never had a room so close been so far away from
him.

"You mean Cathy is giving me the stink eye too?" 

"No no no, no, your wife is... well honestly it looks like whatever
Julie is saying to her, Cathy wants the conversation to end.  Which
reminds me:  you haven't told me why *my* wife is pissed off and
*yours* is not.  I mean, I know why Julie is mad, she can't
stand guys who cheat. But shouldn't your wife be madder?  Because,
you know, you are the one who... uh...."

"No," Kevin replied, raising an eyebrow and looking nowhere in
particular, as if remembering something.  "No, trust me, she's... OK
with it."  He was having trouble hiding his crooked smile.  Kevin
glanced up, appreciating the way the sunlight that was making its way
into the room shone off his wife's light brown hair.  *Actually,
now that I think about it... when did her hair get that long?*

Quickly, his mind went south, imagining grabbing a couple of
handfuls of that hair and pulling on it like reins as he took her
from behind.  Last night, he found out a lot about his wife of one
year, in particular her thing for having her hair pulled.  Doing that
and talking dirty flipped a switch in her head, turning her into
frenzied sexual beast.  Now silently staring at his wife, he realized
that until the previous night, he'd never truly appreciated how sexy
his wife's petite, lithe form was.  He loved her, but he never really
saw her raw sexuality.  He wondered how quickly he could find an
excuse to get her back to their room.

Curiosity finally got the best of Jake, who'd until now hoped to
stay out of whatever had happened last night between his best friend
of over 20 years and his wife of one.  Breaking the awkward silence
and startling Kevin, he said, "What do you mean, 'OK with it?'  Dude,
you fucked--" Jake began, more loudly than he'd meant to be; he looked
around to see if anyone had heard him swear, and his wife apparently
had.  More quietly, he continued.  "You fucked a stranger.  Yeah, a
hot stranger, but we all saw it when the elevator doors opened."

"Trust me, it's OK," Kevin said, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

"But it was your one year anniversary!"

"I know, just drop it.  Cathy did."  Again, that smile crept across
his face.

"It was also her birthday!  How is she OK with it?  Tell me."

"Well... OK, but don't tell your wife," Kevin said, relenting at
last.  When Jake agreed, Kevin began telling him of what happened
when his wife stormed into their room, where he was still busy with
the goddess-like beauty who he'd only met an hour before.  

"Apparently, the fuck in the elevator wasn't enough for her, so she
told me we should go to my room," Kevin said.  "Now, you're not going
to believe this, but... well, we... well, I had just finished for the
fifth time, and I was still ready to go for more, when all of the
sudden the door opens and Cathy storms in."

"Fifth time?" Jake asked.

"Yes!  Anyway, Cathy starts screaming, calling me every name in the
book, all the while Lilly--" 

"Lilly?"

"Yes, Lilly; the girl had a name, obviously.  Anyway, check this
out:  she's calling me all this shit, right, and Lilly is on top,
squeezing my cock with her pussy.  It felt like a blow job, a hand
job, and a pussy wrapped around my dick all at once; crazy.  And she
just... I don't know, she--Lilly--turned around, so now it's reverse-
cowgirl, and slowly started grinding... she was saying something but
I didn't really hear or care, and before I knew it, Cathy is sitting
on my face, leaning over and kissing Lilly--" 

"I thought you said she had turned around?  Wouldn't that mean her
back would be to anyone sitting on your face?" Kevin asked, his
skepticism growing by the minute.

"Apparently, after she convinced my wife that we should *all*
fuck, she turned back around.  Somehow, I got my tongue so deep in
Cathy's--" 

"Dude, stop!  I don't want to hear that."

"Sorry.  Anyway, for the rest of the night, 'til like three in the
morning or something, we had this crazy, crazy three-way.  It was...
indescribable," Keith said, finally speechless.  He'd worked up a
minor sweat telling the story.  "We couldn't keep our hands off of
each other this morning.  Hell, it's taking all I have not grab her
and carry her back to our room."

 Jake, clearly not believing him, said, "Right.  So, you're not
going to tell me what really happened, then.  C'mon, Kevin, I've
known you since 4th grade.  You are the only man on Earth who has
never been turned on by the thought of a threesome; you've mentioned
it a hundred times.  You don't even dig it when two chicks... you
know.  What is this shit you're telling me?"

"Jake... I can't explain it.  All we wanted last night was to have
sex with Lilly.  Lots of sex.  Lots of crazy, out-of-control sex. 
And we did.  Lots of it.  In fact it's starting to feel weird talking
to you about it...."

"Hey, you brought it up.  Hopefully my wife doesn't fuck it up even
more for you," Jake said, shrugging and sipping his orange juice.

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Meanwhile, several tables over, Cathy was starting to get annoyed
with all the "support" she was getting from her friend Julie, Julie's
younger sister Cindy, and Cindy's friend Bree.  "Look, it's OK,
really.  It's between Kevin and me anyways, so let's just drop it. 
We're here in Vegas to have a good time, sure he had a good time last
night that we hadn't planned...," Cathy said, trailing off a little. 
*They don't need to know about the threesome*, she thought. 
"Just drop it, OK?"

Cindy looked toward her sister and shrugged; she would always back
her sister up, but as far as she was concerned this really didn't
involve her... or Julie, for that matter.  "OK, if you say so.  But
if *my* husband screwed around on me on our anniversary, which
was also my 30th birthday, I'd be pissed off as all hell."  She
reached into her purse and pulled out a scrunchie.  After a few quick
motions, her long, red waves were pulled into a long ponytail.

As she put her arms down, she could have sworn that Cathy had stolen
a glance of her large breasts as they jiggled from her motions. 
Cindy was only a little taller than Cathy, who was the shortest of
the bunch.  But, while Cathy was skinny, Cindy was voluptuous.  Sure,
her sister Julie had nice-sized boobs for her tall frame, and she had
some decent curves, but everyone knew who the hotter sister was.

Cindy had the largest breasts of any of the four women in their
sextet, having graduated bra class with a couple of D's back when she
was a junior in high school.  Her hourglass frame was the kind that
magazines usually have to create with an airbrush.  Feeling a sudden
chill run down her back, she involuntarily shivered, setting her
breasts in motion again, and this time she was *sure* she saw
Cathy take a peek.  Cindy then had an idea about why Cathy was OK
with her husband's shenanigans; they had *all* seen that chick
Kevin was screwing in the elevator... maybe Cathy also had a piece of
that.

Cathy looked away quickly and sighed.  "Well, call me when you get
married.  And are five years older.  And if it happens to you."  She
sighed and added, "Really, it's OK."

Brushing an imaginary crumb off of her chest to see if Cathy tried
to sneak in another glance (which she did),  Cindy said, "Whatever
you say.  Come on, Bree, let's hit the slots, or the pool, or
something."

"I though you'd never say that," Bree said, relieved.  "Not to be
rude or anything, but this really isn't any of my business, and I
want to burn through some of my vacation money on something other
than breakfast."  Bree stood up and waited for Cindy, casually
running her hands through her shoulder-length black hair so that it
looked neat, but not *too* neat.  She'd even put on some makeup,
which she didn't do all the time, so she wouldn't be the plainest of
the four women like she'd been last night at the bar.

Cindy got up, looking at the vacation version of her best friend
Bree, a poster girl for Plain Jane whose only flaw (as far as Cindy
was concerned) was that she seemed oblivious to the fact that with
just a tiny bit of primping, she could be a real heart breaker.  Just
the little extra work she'd put in that morning was enough to make
her look great.  Cindy had convinced Bree to let her help pick out
some outfits for the vacation.  The outfit she was wearing was one
Cindy had  put together.  It nicely accentuated Bree's smallish
breasts into something sure to draw some attention.

Realizing she'd started ogling her best friend, and wondering why
she was starting to feel a little horny, Cindy cleared her throat and
said, "You coming, sis?"

"I'm going to stay here; me and Jake are going to head out ourselves
in a little bit.  We'll catch you all later," Julie said.

Cindy shrugged and went over to Bree, hooked Bree's arm with her
own, and they sashayed  toward the gambling area, both feeling more
than a slight urge to get some action of the non-gambling variety
before the day was out.

When Cindy and Bree had left, Julie continued her efforts to get
Cathy to be as pissed off as any wife should be when her husband
betrays her on her birthday and anniversary.  She reached up and slid
a ponytail holder off of her long, silky blond hair and shook her
head, arranging it perfectly.

"Look, I just don't understand why you're acting like this is no big
deal.  I've known Kevin longer than you, I *introduced* you two
what, three years ago, and he knows better than this.  I don't know
what got into him, but he knows he was wrong, you can't let something
like this go or... or...."

"Or what?" asked a woman who had been sitting, unnoticed, one table
over.

"Or he'll get it in his head that it's OK to think with his cock and
fuck around on his wife on her birthday!  Give a man half a chance
and he'll start fucking around," Julie blurted out, much more
brutally honest than she meant to be.  She looked at Cathy, who had
turned to face the woman who had butted in.  Immediately she turned
to look away from her; Cathy's face was white as a ghost.  "Cathy,
what's wrong?"

"Maybe she's wondering why you didn't also mention that Kevin was
not only cheating on her on her birthday, but her anniversary, too. 
You people keep bringing that up.  Or, maybe she's remembering what a
great fuck her husband is, now that he spent a few hours with me. 
Right, Cathy?  Oh wait--no, she's afraid you'll somehow find out about
what Kevin and her and I were doing that kept us up all night."

Cathy had closed her eyes.  She was now flushing noticeably, and
small beads of sweat had formed on her brow.

"What's--it was *you*?  What the hell's going on here?" Julie
said, pointing to the raven-haired, smugly smiling creature of pure
beauty.  She looked to her friend, who was biting her lower lip. 
Julie thought she heard Cathy stifle a small moan and turned her
attention to her friend.

"Oh, never mind her, Julie.  She's just remembering the fun her dear
hubby and I had with her last night.  She was so understanding about
her husband's predicament, the one that you all saw a bit of when the
elevator opened, that I even decided to teach them some things about
each other that years of screwing wouldn't have done.  And Kevin
is... well he's a bigger man than he used to be, let's just put it
that way.  Isn't that right, Cathy?"

Cathy held her breath, clenched her fists, trembled a little, and
finally exhaled slowly.

"Cathy?" Julie asked, concerned.

"I... I... have to run... uh, I gotta go...," Cathy mumbled, after
which she shouted, "Kevin!"  She carefully got up from the chair
after calling for her husband and made a bee line for the nearest
elevator.  Julie watched as Kevin got up and ran after her--if it
could be called a run; he was walking carefully because of the large
bulge in his pants.  Julie had a hard time not looking staring at it
as he passed her table; Keith's tight blue jeans allowed for a
perfect outline of what had to be an eight- or nine-inch monster
lurking beneath the fabric.

"Yeah, that thing in his pants is hard for even a happily married
woman to ignore, isn't it?  Don't worry about them. Cathy and Kevin
are going to be busy for the rest of the day," the mysterious woman
said.  Julie turned to follow Kevin with her eyes, and saw him meet
up with his wife, run his hand up her back beneath her hair, clinch a
fistfull of that hair, and pull her head back for a deep kiss.  She
fumbled for and finally pressed the Up button on the elevator; her
hand was already working the front of his jeans by the time the door
opened.

Julie turned away, only to see the "other woman" now seated
comfortably at her table.  She looked over to her husband, who had a
confused look on his face, and she mouthed the words "This is  her!" 
She turned back to the strange woman at her table, and was taken
aback at her otherworldly good looks.

The stranger's hair was long and straight, black as the midnight sky
and shiny; it was stunning like a hair model's hair, but at the same
time strangely sexy.  The woman's eyes were that kind of deep,
piercing blue that only seems to exist in crayons, and her creamy
skin looked enticingly smooth and inviting.  Idly, Julie wondered
what it'd be like to kiss her perfect, soft-looking, red lips, then
slide her cheek over the other woman's smooth, inviting skin as she
moved in to nibble on her ear and smell her hair.

She absentmindedly licked her lips as she imagined having the
woman's breasts, which were larger than her own, pressed against her
as she ran her hands down to what had to be a perfect ass.  Looking
at the stunning woman's ample chest, Julie could tell that the
woman's nipples were hard; she wondered if they were longer than her
own... they'd be a lot of fun to suck on, bite....

"Hey, Julie.  Eyes up here.  Do try to focus," the woman said,
snapping Julie out of her sapphic daydream.  "My name is Lilly.  Now,
what is it you were saying about Kevin?"

"Uh... I was... hey wait, how do you know my name?"  Julie asked.

"The same way I know that just a moment ago, you, who have never
entertained a lesbian thought in your life, were just thinking about
putting your lips and teeth on my perfect nipples.  Now, do go on
about what Kevin should have done last night, when given an
opportunity to have," Lilly began, then stood up to do a few turns so
that Julie could get a good look at how she filled out her cocktail
dress, "an evening in the company of this body."

It took a moment for Julie to gather herself.  She stood up, her
tall body towering over the distractingly hot homewrecker.  "Kevin is
a smart guy, and until last night I thought he was a really good guy,
too.  He's not one of those guys who thinks with his dick, always
chasing poon.  He should have turned a tramp like you down!"  Julie's
answer came out before she could soften it.

"Tramp?  *Poon*?  Who talks like that?  Besides, you're all on
*vacation*, the regular rules don't apply," Lilly said, running
her hands down her body.  Julie could have sworn that for just a
shadow of a moment, her dress had disappeared, allowing her to get a
glimpse of her perfect nakedness.  Suddenly weak in the knees, she
sat down.

"Oh, and I'm not just any tramp," said Lilly, her hands now resting
on her hips.  She approached Julie, who was still seated, and gently
used her finger to raise the sitting woman's chin.  Julie trembled at
the physical contact.  "Nobody can resist me, unless I want them to,
and even then they lose.  Unless your husband is immune to my charms?
Is *your* husband is better than any other man?"

"He's been faithful to me for 12 years, and he's been tempted with
nicer things than *you*," Julie lied.  "He saw you last night. 
He was standing right there when you were flirting with Kevin.  He
didn't lose control like a dog following a bitch in heat, did he? 
No, he didn't."

"Oh honey," Lilly began, patting Julie on the head like a child,
"that's because I didn't want *him*, I wanted *Kevin*. 
Don't get me wrong, Jake is cute.  Nice, strong arms, decent skin,
and he's tall... but that extra 10 or 20 pounds he's got?  May be
fine for you, but it's not for me.  I mean, have you *seen*
Kevin?  Just as built as your husband, without a trace of fat
anywhere."

"My husband is not fat, you bitch!"  Julie shouted.  She looked
around, and nobody seemed to notice.

Lilly was clearly not amused at Julie's behavior.  "You know... it's
too easy.  I think I'm going to have to make this more interesting."

"What do you mean?" demanded Julie.  "What's too easy?"

"Dealing with bitchy women like you who don't know who they're
fucking with," Lilly said, her enchanting voice now touched with a
dangerous seriousness.  "Normally, I just prove you wrong.  Flash him
a smile, making him cum in his pants.  Extend my hand, making him
kiss it.  Making him throw away his wedding ring and loudly declare
to everyone around that he'd rather eat a pile of shit than fuck you,
with only the promise that if he does just that, I'll blow him a
kiss.  Then, I fuck his brains out right in front of you, and give
him a fucking so good that you would not be able to satisfy him, ever
again."

"What makes you think you have that kind of power over men,
especially one like my Jake?" Julie said, trying to sound smug... and
failing.  "He's one guy who doesn't let his dick tell him what or who
to do."

"Really?  Because I turned on just a *little* of my charm, and
you were making out with me in your head."  Lilly saw real fear
settle in Julie's eyes--Julie knew it was true, and was suddenly aware
of the fact that if Lilly could seduce her with just her presence,
maybe Jake *didn't* stand a chance.  Lilly smiled at Julie, this
time using all of her power to draw Julie's lust lust to just below
the breaking point, focused solely on her.

"Uhm... we could go somewhere and talk about this," Julie nervously
said, hoping to move the conversation to a place much more private,
and perhaps soundproof.

Lilly leaned down to Julie, her lips almost brushing against the
dazzled woman's own.  Julie closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss,
but when she didn't make contact she looked up to see Lilly smirking
at her.  Suddenly, the need to lick every square inch of the amazing
woman disappeared, leaving Julie confused and sweaty.  The tingles
she felt all over her body began to fade.

"I don't think so, dearie.  I don't like girls," Lilly said.  "Well,
not usually; I do make exceptions from time to time--just ask Cathy. 
But your dear husband isn't any better than any other man.  Instead
of just taking him in front of you, how about I show you just what
he's capable of if he's properly... motivated?

"Here's a wager:  I bet if he could have literally any woman he
wanted, no matter what, he'd do it--and, he'd do it a *lot*. 
Maybe he'd stay with you, maybe he'd even invite you to the party, I
don't know.  But he'd prove to you that your man is no better than
any other, when faced with the kind of temptation I like to play
with."  Turning to Jake, who was trying very hard not to watch the
conversation, Lilly said, "Jake, dear, would you come here please? 
Julie and I have a little wager going."

Julie was about to say that she hadn't agreed to any kind of wager,
but she was cut off by Jake loudly getting up from his chair.  He did
it so quickly that it crashed to the floor.  He practically sprinted
over to Lilly and Julie. Lilly stopped him as he moved to sit down.

She touched his arm, and he froze.  Lilly pressed her body against
him as she slid behind him.  She felt up and down his arms, which
were well-muscled even if he didn't have the cut look of a body
builder like Kevin.  In a fearful moment of just how much trouble
they were in, she noticed that Lilly, standing close behind her
husband, had perched her head on  Jake's shoulder.  Mere moments ago,
Lilly had been several inches shorter than Julie, who was herself a
few inches shorter than Jake.

"Uhm... what's going on?" Jake asked.  He was also sure that just a
few seconds ago, he'd been much taller than the thing of beauty who
towered over him from behind now.

Lilly encircled him with her arms, hugging him from behind, and
whispered warmly into his ear, "Don't speak."  She followed this with
a quick nibble on his earlobe, then a light bite on his neck, giving
him a sudden hard-on.  "Now that I have your attention," she said to
both of them, "let's just see what ol' Jake here does when he finds
himself able to have whoever he wants, whenever he wants."

"Leave him alone!" Julie managed to shout before Lilly snapped her
fingers, silencing her.  Julie began to fidget around in her chair,
and after a few moments she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her
jeans and slid one hand inside, the other moving to grope of her
breasts.

"Now that she's occupied," Lilly said, "I'm going to loan you a few
things, Jake.  It's part of our little bet.  For the next couple of
days, I'm going to make you *irresistible* to women.  Your body
will be perfect, and just by extending your will you can have any
woman you want, doing anything you want, any way you want.  The minds
and bodies of every woman you see will be yours... but you don't get
to make any permanent changes to their personalities.  And don't
change their bodies too much, OK?  Are those rules simple enough?"

"Uhm... OK?" Jake said, unable to move away from the wet dream
pressing against his back.  His cock felt like it might burst if he
didn't get off soon.  He couldn't remember ever being so turned on.

"Good.  First, let me fill your head with... oh... let's start with
everything that is known, or ever will be known, about sex.  Every
loving caress, every perverted kink, and everything in between...
and, let's get you filled in on how to use these gifts to the fullest
extent of your imagination."  Julie looked up and saw Lilly's mouth
draw close to her husband's ear.  Lilly's tongue slipped out, and
Jake leaned his head into the probing wetness just before Lilly's
tongue, and then the air between her mouth and Jake's ear, began to
glow bright white.  A few seconds later, the glow had faded.

"Now... let's upgrade your equipment to something every woman wants
and none could even think about resisting.  Until I take the charm
back, the sight of your new cock is going to inspire intense,
undeniable arousal; pure, uncontrollable desire; and desperate need
in any nearby woman who you think is attractive.  Even if they can't
see it, any woman you desire will be drawn to you, and to it,
sneaking glances down below your belt as it's power consumes them...."

Her hands wandered down to the front of his pants, which unzipped on
their own.  His underwear slid down, releasing his cock.  She grabbed
it and gave it a few strokes, her hand and then his cock glowing
white for a few seconds.  Slowly, it faded, and Julie's masturbation
became frantic as she stared at the living work of art Lilly had
created that was pointed right at her.

"Yes, this will do nicely," Lilly whispered, squeezing it.  "You can
make it as big as you want, but be nice; if you want to stick it
someone, make sure you adjust her so it'll fit right."  A waitress
had approached the table to see what all the commotion was about. 
When she saw Jake's cock, she knelt down in front of it, touched it,
held it up to her cheek and breathed in Jake's scent, and a few
seconds later it disappeared into her mouth.  A few adjustments from
Lilly later, and she slid its entire length into her mouth
effortlessly.

"And let's just make sure that every sound your mouth makes is like
a sweet musical command that none can disobey, so long as your mind
is bent on getting laid... and what the hell, let's give your libido
a little boost."  She moved her head over to Jake's other shoulder,
raised her hands to draw his face to hers, and she kissed him deeply.
Julie once again saw the bright glow go  from Lilly's mouth into
Jake's.  His entire head seemed to glow for a few moments before
fading.

When the kiss was over, Lilly said, "that should do it."  She turned
to Julie, who was furious with the waitress and her husband but too
horny to do anything about it.  "I went ahead and gave him the powers
that I have used to enjoy men for the last few hundred years or so,
and the knowledge to use them to the fullest.  Meet me here tomorrow
to return them to me.  And don't think about skipping out on me; I've
kept a few of my unsavory talents just in case."

And with that, she began to laugh.  She laughed all the way to the
door, and continued laughing as she exited the hotel.  She was still
laughing when a pudgy bald man drove up to her in a distressed,
mostly green 1979 Gremlin, screeching to a halt and almost running
her over.  He stepped out wearing armor that had obviously been made
of plastic detergent bottles, although witness accounts concerning
the brand of detergent were inconclusive.

He then pointed a modified toy ray gun at her.  When he pulled the
trigger, a torrent of purple bubbles was released that attached
themselves to Lilly.  A minute or so later, the bubbles had merged
into one big bubble with Lilly floating inside.  The strange man
walked up to the bubble, and popped it.  Once the bubble was gone, so
was Lilly.  All that was left was a small bit of soapy water on the
pavement.

The man was tackled by bystanders; all the police got out of him was
"She ruined my marriage 20 years ago, that bitch!  Thank God her
powers have died with her!" before he took what he said was a cyanide
capsule.  Turns out, it was just the corner of a plastic baggie that
was filled up with a tablespoon of laundry detergent and sealed with
clear tape.

Back at the hotel restaurant dining room, the perpetual masturbation
spell Julie was under ended at the same moment Lilly's existence did,
and she came hard, writhing awkwardly as she tried to regain full
control of herself while in the throes of the most intense orgasm of
her life.  Once she was able to think straight, she looked to Jake,
who seemed different somehow.  His *body* looked the same, and
Julie couldn't put her finger on what was different, but he was more
handsome somehow--more rugged, more manly, more sexy.

"Julie--quick, go back to our room and clean yourself up, I'll be
right behind you!" Jake said with urgency.  Julie didn't hesitate to
do exactly what he said--she was hot and bothered, and perhaps the
best place to be was their room.  She was in the elevator when she
remembered that he was getting blown by a waitress.  Her horniness
morphed into fury, and she got her phone out and dialed up her sister.

Jake looked down at the waitress who was sucking on his dick, which
was easy once he removed the excess fat from his body.  As he
imagined exactly how he wanted her to do it, she complied without
being told--she cupped his balls, stroked his shaft, and matched her
rhythm to what he wanted.  Jake smiled, knowing all he had to do was
will it and she'd do it.  He didn't even have to form a command or
anything.  As he thought it, she did it.

She slowed down and looked up at him.  "I'm... oh my God, I'm sorry,
sir, you're married... I work here, we're not supposed to fraternize
with the guests...."

"You call giving me the best blowjob of my life 'fraternization?'"
he asked with mock innocence.

"It's just... I mean... it's...."  The woman was staring at his
penis, slick with her spit, with a look of awe on her face.  "It's
just so... I just want it in me, on me, touching me, anywhere, I need
it, it's perfect, I can't... I can't explain it...."  And with that,
she closed her eyes and guided his prick back into her mouth, resting
a moment in relief once it was back in her mouth before resuming her
efforts to get him off.  She grabbed his ass and dug her claws in,
forcing his hips into a humping motion, making him fuck her face.

"That's enough... get up, and bend over this table," Jake said after
several minutes.

The woman was reluctant to stop sucking on his dick, but did as she
was told.  She moaned when she felt him lift her skirt above her
hips.  She gasped when she felt his hand tear the crotch of her
underwear out of his way, and when he rested his cock between her ass
cheeks, she moved up and down, hoping he would pick a hole--any hole,
even her ass, which she'd never given up before, not even to her
kinky boyfriend--and  fill it.

With a wicked grin, Jake placed the tip of his dick right on the
woman's brown eye.  He brought his hand down quickly, smacking her on
her ass, which he knew she loved.  She wiggled her hips in response,
trying to get his cock to slip into her pussy.  But Jake had other
things in mind.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, smacking her ass again.  Her
hips moved up and down, her ass massaging the shaft of his cock.

"F-fuck my... my ass...." she whispered.  Slowly, he pressed in, his
dick magically gliding as if it were well-lubed.  It filled her ass
perfectly, and a steady chorus of "fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my
ass" began to emanate from the waitress's lips.  She didn't
understand how a cock as big as the one she'd been sucking on could
just glide in to her tightest hole with nothing but a bit of spit as
lube, but it felt so good she simply didn't care.

Jake grabbed her ass with both hands and slowly built up speed,
mentally tweaking her response to ensure that this impromptu coupling
would be the best sexual experience she was ever likely to have--it
would take a better lover than Jake to take her to the heights he was
bringing her to, and Jake knew, thanks to the powers that formerly
belonged to Lilly, that there was no such thing as a better lover
than he.  He wondered how loud she would get if he made her cum every
seventh time he plunged into her ass, and to her surprise and his
delight, she got unbelievably verbal, even if she had trouble making
actual words come out of her mouth.

As Jake approached his own climax, he held hers at bay.  Now the
pleasure within her was building higher and higher he raced for the
finish line.  For the final push, he made her feel tongues all over
her body, mouths sucking and biting on her breasts (which was one of
her kinks which she'd only ever shared with one ex-boyfriend), and a
thick cock thrusting into her pussy while a tongue flicked over her
clit.

The helpless woman moaned loudly and thrashed on the table in
response.  The constant orgasms had been amazing, but the buildup to
what she knew would be the big one was driving her crazy.  When the
extra sensations Jake created pushed her to the very edge of sanity,
he came, filling her with his seed as she uncontrollably rode the
waves of the best orgasm she would ever have.

After he pulled out and put his pants on, she slowly pushed up from
the table.  She turned to face him, her face aglow with bliss. 
Panting, she said, "Uh... I can't believe... I just did that... I
don't... I don't know... what to say."

"Don't worry about it, babe.  You were great.  Don't worry, I made
sure nobody noticed, just go to the bathroom and straighten yourself
up a bit and you'll be OK."

"Sir... I never do this, I've never done anything like this... your
wife... that was your wife wasn't it, she's going to be pissed...
holy shit, how did you...."

"Relax, just enjoy it, don't worry, I'm not going to complain to the
manager.  But, I did ruin your panties.  May I?"  Jake said as he
knelt down, reached up the waitress's skirt, and ripped the waistband
of the ruined panties.  "Here, toss these in the trash.  Now, if you
don't mind, I have to talk to my wife, and I believe you have to
finish your shift.  Back to work... Heather," Jake said, reading her
name from the tag on her blouse.  Heather backed away awkwardly,
smiling and almost giddy, and wandered over to the restrooms.

A few minutes later, Jake entered his hotel room.  To his surprise,
Julie had been joined by Cindy and Bree, who were sitting to either
side of her on the bed.  Julie was leaning over, resting her head on
her sister, who had arm around her.  Bree was looking uncomfortable,
clearly wanting to go back downstairs; Jake detected more than a
little bit of horniness in the woman.  For fun, he bumped up Bree's
arousal to see what would happen.  *She looks pretty good*, he
thought, *and she doesn't think she does*.  He looked over at
Cindy.  *That woman is sex on heels, though, and she knows it*.

"Right behind me, huh?  Did that waitress finish taking your order?"
Julie said sarcastically, drawing Jake's attention.

Cindy looked up at him and muttered, "Asshole."

Bree nervously looked at Jake, then at Julie, and was visibly
uncomfortable.  "Look, Cindy, this is none of our business, let's
just go, these two have some stuff to work out.  Come on, let's let
them talk, we can hit the tables, or go back to our room for a drink,
I can cover the minibar...."  She got up and headed to the door, but
she went back to the bed when Jake realized that her heightened
desire was focused not only on him, but also on Cindy and Julie,
which he hadn't expected.  *The fates have delivered unto me a
genuine bisexual.  It would be wrong *not* to make her have some
fun.*

"I'm not leaving until I give you a piece of my mind!" Cindy yelled.
Jake held up his hand, and Cindy found it impossible to think of
anything to say.  This made Bree even more uncomfortable, but she
couldn't work up the gumption to get up from the bed.

"Your and Kevin's girlfriend was on the news," Julie said in a calm,
low voice that dripped with venom.  "The police aren't saying how,
but some guy she'd probably fucked with at some point just shot her,
or something.  I don't know, the details were a little fuzzy.  But I
guess you won't be running off with her--" 

"She's gone?" Jake asked.  When the three women nodded to confirm,
Jake smiled.  "Good.  I didn't want to see her again anyway.  Julie,
we have to talk."

"Go, Jake.  Just get out of here.  When we get back home, trust me,
we'll have a good, long talk," Julie said.

"You're pissed about the waitress, I get it.  But Lilly made that
happen!  It wasn't my choice, I had to, Lilly made me fuck her."

"No, she made her give you a blowjob.  If you'd come up with me
after Lilly left, I'd understand, I mean you saw what she made me...
do...."  Julie took a breath and added, "But you didn't stop, did
you?  You didn't run after me.  You just *had* to give her
stinking cunt a good pounding.  I bet she just loved that, didn't
she?"

"OK, Julie.  First of all, she didn't have a choice; and second, I
didn't give her pussy any pounding at all, what do you take me for?"

Julie shot him a hopeful look.  "You didn't stick it in her pussy at
all?"

"No!  I fucked her in the *ass*, because I knew she wasn't on
birth control.  You're missing the point--I was just so horny, and she
couldn't resist, and that got *me* excited... seriously, you
don't understand...."

"Oh, we understand all right," Cindy said.  "You weak little
dickhead shit of a man.  Some pretty thing shakes her ass at you and
what do you do?  You just jump right in, forget your loyalty to your
wife, and... and...."  Cindy was suddenly finding herself speechless
again.

Jake had grown tired of being judged.  "So you think you can stand
up to the kind of temptation I just endured?"  he said, his immense
sexual knowledge beginning to leak into his personality, mixing with
it in ways Lilly had intended to be only temporary.  "You have no
idea."

"It isn't all that hard, Jake.  You think I've never been around...
oh, uhm...."

Jake grinned.  He'd just turned on his physical charm to what he
perceived as its maximum level, and Cindy had almost cooed in
response.  Bree licked her lips and her hands formed tight little
fists as she fought the sudden, undeniable need to have the man
before her take her any way he wanted.  Julie's anger morphed into
raw animal lust, and she locked eyes with the man she needed to have
inside her as soon as she got rid of the two other women in the room.

"Not so angry now, I see, are we?" he asked, smiling slightly.

"Cindy, Bree... Jake's right, we have to work this out now.  Please
go," she said as calmly as she could.

Jake grabbed his shirt, just to the left of his collar, with his
right hand.  The women inhaled.  In one motion, he ripped the garment
from him, an action that made each woman fall back a little as the
air and strength left their bodies.  Jake's body was so perfect an
example of masculinity now that the sudden sight of it had given the
three ladies a small orgasm.

"Cindy, you have a foul mouth," Jake said, taking off his belt. 
When it was off, he folded it in half.  Holding it by the ends, he
brought his hand together, making the belt's shape expand into a
circle.  Then he moved his hands swiftly outward, bringing the halves
of the belt together with a whip-like snapping sound.  The women
flinched with another tiny orgasm.

"But," he began, looking at the belt and considering it, "I don't
believe in beatings.  I do, however, know just the thing to wash out
your mouth with.  Tell you what," he said, tossing the belt aside and
stepping out of his pants and shoes, leaving on only the boxers he
was wearing, "either you come over here on your knees and get me
ready--with your mouth--to fuck your sister, your friend, and even
you;
*or* you take Bree and get out of here."

"Cindy, Bree, please leave, my husband and I--" Julie began, but Jake
cut her off.  Bree's hand slipped over to Julie's leg, and when she
squeezed, Julie didn't try to remove it.

"Now now, Julie, come on, give Cindy a chance to decide what's about
to happen."  Turning to Cindy he said, "I *could* just make you
do whatever I want.  See?"  Jake nodded in the direction of Julie and
Bree, and Cindy looked toward them.  They were kissing deeply and
running their hands all over each other.

Jake snapped his fingers, and they stopped; he noticed that Bree was
reluctant to do so, so he let her neck with his wife, making sure
Julie was in the mood to enjoy it.  "But I don't want to do that with
*you*, Cindy.  It's your move.  You can either take your friend
and leave me and my wife alone, or you can have...," Jake said,
pausing to bring his hand down to the waistband of his underwear,
which he shoved down to the floor in a quick motion. "... this."

The three women were enraptured at the sight of his magically
enhanced manhood.  Cindy stood up and took a deep breath.  On wobbly
legs, she walked up to Jake, the most physically arousing man she'd
ever seen, and then went past him.  When he heard the door open, Jake
was about to concede that her will was stronger than he had expected.
But then he heard the faint sound of a heavy plastic Do Not Disturb
door hanger being placed on the knob, and the door closed.  On her
way back to Jake, she stripped.  Seconds later, she knelt in front of
Jake, her ridiculously hot body and red hair making him glad that his
wife's sister decided to tag along on the vacation.  He'd fantasized
about her many times, and now he was going to cash in.

Cindy took his cock in her hand, and turned around to her sister. 
"I'm... I'm sorry Julie, it's... I mean look... I... I have to, I
need it...."

But Julie didn't respond.  Bree had by this time stripped naked and
had pushed Julie down on the mattress; Julie was hurriedly taking off
her own clothes while Bree kissed her.  A few shifts later, they were
in a 69, playing out a live porno scene as Jake imagined it, obeying
every perverse, unspoken whim of his mind.  

Seeing that Julie was otherwise occupied, Cindy took a deep breath
and brought the head of Jake's cock to her mouth.  She licked it
tentatively, not knowing how she'd wrap her mouth around such a large
thing.  When the flavor of his flesh hit her, she instinctively
licked her lips and opened wide, carefully taking inch after inch of
his manhood into her mouth.  Somehow, she didn't know how, she was
able to effortlessly (and without gagging) slide him all the way in. 
It didn't make sense, it had to be physically impossible, but she
felt so excited that she'd deep throated his monster that she didn't
pay it any mind.  One hand moved to her wet pussy, the other clawed
down Jake's chest.

A few minutes later, when Cindy used both hands to grab his ass and
guide him into and out of her mouth with a steadily increasing
rhythm, Jake laughed and said, "You know, I used to watch lesbian
porn, hoping for a good 69 scene, while jacking off.  I could get
used to this!"

Julie and Bree paid them no mind; they were unconsciously acting out
a sex scene that to them was spontaneous, filthy, and downright
nasty, but too pleasurable to even think about stopping.  They didn't
think twice when the idea to switch to other positions hit them
simultaneously, nor did they question why they were able to use their
tongues like sex toys on each others' bodies.  Instinctively, they
thrust them deep within each other and tickled their deepest parts,
where few cocks were long enough to go and with a finesse and control
that no mere penis could hope to achieve.

Jake came in Cindy's eager mouth.  She swallowed it without
hesitation, and stood up, wanting--needing--more.  She looked on the
bed and saw the perverted scene playing out between her sister and
best friend.  "But how is that possible?" she whispered, noticing how
they moved perfectly in sync, and how they came again and again but
showed no signs of slowing down.

"That's all me," Jake said, sliding up behind her, his softening but
not flaccid manhood resting teasingly against her.  "Oh don't worry,
I'm going to jump in there and we are going to have a great time,
especially Bree, who's always wanted to make it with a girl
*and* a guy before... oh, you didn't know?  Anyway, you, my
dear, are still free to go.  If you go, that's OK.  If you stay,
though, you're going to have some unforgettable sex."

She moved to the side and slid her hand down to his cock.  He winked
at her, and it sprang to life, larger than before.  As she began to
stroke it, afraid of what would happen if she looked at it again, she
asked, "Why do I want it so bad?  Why do I just need to have this?  I
know you said I can go, but... but really, can I?  I need this in me."

Jake shrugged and said, "well, that's what I was talking about. 
What you're going through right now is what Kevin was up against. 
It's what the waitress was up against.  And since I now have the
libido of a god, or something, I'm up against it whenever I see any
chick as hot as you.  So I guess the question is, can you walk out on
the best afternoon of your life?  You'll at least have some self-
respect.  Don't worry about me.  I think my day will be fine with or
without you."

Cindy let go of Jake's dick and she walked to the door.  She was
just about to leave, and in fact had opened the door, when finally
she screamed "Dammit!" and ran past Jake and stood by the bed.  As
she disrobed, she said, "Just don't make me... you know, fuck my
sister.  Or anything like that."

"Lucky for you, I don't happen to enjoy incest," Jake said.  He
released Julie and Bree from the porn scene they'd been acting out,
but their momentum ensured they kept on going, with Bree eventually
focusing on Cindy once she climbed onto the bed.  Julie, now not
being screwed by her baby sister's best friend, looked around and
found Jake.

"I'm ready for you, honey," she said, spreading her legs.  She was
surprised to see that her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat landing
strip, something Jake had told her he preferred to the totally
hairless look they saw in a porn they once watched together.  "How...
was that you?"

"Yeah, that was me.  Look, Julie.  Things are going to change a
little from here on out.  But no matter who I fuck, remember that one
thing can't change:  I do truly love you, and I'll always come home
to you."

"You mean I'm not enough to keep you satisfied?" she playfully
asked, raising an eyebrow and playing with her clit.  "Stop making me
do that!"  When her hand sped up, she started to cum, coyly saying
"You perv!" when he made her pinch her nipples, which set off another
climax.

"Honey, thanks to that hot piece of ass that we're never going to
see again, I have the libido of the world on my shoulders.  I don't
think you're up for all of *that*."

"I... guess I see your point," she said as he approached.  She
reached down and grabbed his dick and gave it a squeeze, then guided
it toward her waiting pussy.  "I don't know how, but Bree slid her
tongue way up in me... it was weird but so fucking hot...."

"I thought so," Jake said, closing in on his wife.

"I'm ready for you... holy shit," she said, realizing how much
larger he was than she remembered.  "How will this fit?"

"Don't you worry," Jake said as he entered his wife, making a few
changes in her to ensure he was a perfect fit.  The sensation of that
first thrust made Julie cry out in rapture; she came so hard she saw
stars.  Bree moved to sit on Julie's face, and Julie tongue-fucked
the young woman until she came, screaming loudly and falling to her
elbows, her pussy still on Julie's mouth.  Cindy moved so that Bree
could eat her out, being careful not to touch her sister.

The tangle of bodies was too awkward for Jake to comfortably fuck
his wife missionary-style, and as soon as he thought up of a setup
where everyone could easily enjoy themselves, the women rearranged
themselves accordingly, without a word or even a conscious mental
command from him.  He stood at the foot of the bed with his wive bent
over, taking her from behind while she ate Bree's pussy.  Bree, on
her back, snaked her supernaturally long tongue up into Cindy.  The
intensely pleasurable sensation initially made Cindy jump, and Bree's
tongue slipped out of her.  Determined to expand her friend's sexual
horizons and *finally* get a piece of the hottest women she'd
ever known, Bree grabbed Cindy by the tits and forced her crotch back
onto her waiting mouth, and this time Cindy just went with it, not
caring about the impossibility of it all.

After awhile, Jake switched things up again, this time deciding to
let the girls figure out how best to fuck him while paying attention
to each other.  Julie gave her sister a turn at his cock and sat on
his face as he licked her to climax after climax.  She rode his face
with as steady a rhythm as she could manage.  Her back was to Cindy's
back, who was bouncing up and down on Jake's cock with a speed and
endurance that should have been impossible.   She used her hands to
finger Bree, who was straddling Jake's legs and using her hands to
grope Cindy's tits.

And after that, they ordered room service.  The cart contained lots
of fluids, a little bit of alcohol, some light snacks, and Heather,
the waitress from earlier that day.  And when she saw what was going
on, Jake gave her manager a call to make sure she wouldn't be missed
for the rest of the day.  And then, things got downright *freaky*.

                          * * * * * * * * * *

Three days later, Jake and Julie were joined at breakfast by Kevin
and Cathy, who looked like they'd been through the ringer for the
past few days.  In fact, they had; Lilly had left them with an almost
insatiable appetite for each other, although Jake surmised there was
nothing supernatural about it.  He realized that making any permanent
changes (other than physical changes, like Bree's and Cindy's new
tongues) was something beyond his grasp; he'd have to make sure the
ladies he took would have a good enough time to never want to cause
him trouble.

"Well," Kevin said, slightly hoarse, "I'm just going to put this out
there before Cindy and what's-her-face join us so we can all go and
catch our flight."

"Bree," Jake said.

"Whoever," Kevin added.  "Anyway... just so you two know, everything
between Cathy and I is OK.  It turns out that lady...."  He ran out
of words and looked to his wife.

Cathy took over.  "She picked me and my husband for a three-way, and
we agreed.  He started early, that's all, but it's cool.  And we'd
like it if you never, ever bring this up again.  We won't, that's for
sure."

"Mmmmm," Julie moaned.  "I see.  What happens in Vegas stays in--"

"Shhhh!" Kevin hissed.  "That's trademarked!  You wanna get sued?"

There was a soft bonk from under the table.  Kevin and Cathy looked
down, suddenly aware that they were at a table big enough for several
more people than the six in their party.  They looked up at Jake and
Julie.  Julie was apparently wrestling with something under the
table; both of her hands were under the table and it looked like she
was trying to hold something that was moving.  Jake's hands were also
under the table, his arms moving up and down slightly.  Just before
Cathy could ask what was happening, Jake and Julie grunted quietly,
shuddered a bit, and let out a sigh of relief.

"So, we're not going to talk about this vacation again?" Julie
asked, wiping sweat from her forehead with a napkin.

"Uh... uhm, right, yeah, never again," Cathy said, looking at her
husband to see if he knew what was going on.

Bree and Cindy then popped up from underneath the table.

Kevin chuckled.  "Starting NOW," he said, and they laughed.  A few
minutes later, their driver arrived, and they headed back to the
airport, where eventually they would board a plane bound for Peoria.

Later that evening, on the plane, a flight attendant rode Jake
reverse-cowgirl style.  Jake thought about it and decided that he'd
never to take Kevin's wife, since they'd been good friends since
childhood.  But for the rest of the women of the Earth... 

"They're all game," Jake said as he came deep inside the slender
black woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to a famous R&B singer
from Barbados whose name he couldn't remember.

"Miss, please clean that up before you put it away," Julie told the
flight attendant, who scurried off to get a washcloth.  "You're lucky
I love you," Julie said.  The flight attendant came back and cleaned
up her husband's cock before carefully zipping up his pants and
leaving again.

Julie then said, quietly, "When we get back, do you think we can
invite Bill and Zoe over?  Or... just Zoe?  Yeah... oh, hey, I just
had an idea...."

Jake smiled, having just "convinced" her to join the mile high club
with him.  Filling his wife with a terrible amount of lust, he
reclined back the full 2 centimeters allowed by the plane's seat, and
let his wife free his cock, which was hard again.  As she mounted
him, he thought about all the fun he was going to have once he got
back home.  And, once he got to work.  And, when he went out
clubbing, which he'd never considered doing before.  She bounced up
and down on him, getting herself off loudly and often, and he decided
they were done only moments before the seat belt light was turned
back on.

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