Only One Wish

She kept this up for nearly a quarter-hour before she let me cum in her mouth. Damn! She stood up and stripped her few clothes off and sat in my lap. She was so light! She nuzzled my chest and asked if she served me adequately, and could have a reward. I kissed her mouth, cheek, neck, shoulder, and worked my way to her soft breast, kissing and nuzzling her erect nipple. She shivered delicately, making small, cute groans. When I asked what sort of reward she would like, she hesitantly asked "May this one ask for a collar to show this one's status and devotion?" Her eyes were shining as she asked. How could I say no?

We went shopping, although how the heck she knew where she could find the sort of collar she wanted was beyond me. Thankfully she was looking more for a choker than a dog collar, although the mental image of this beautiful petite woman with the porcelain skin wearing a studded leather collar and nothing else got me good and hard!

We came home with three collars and a few bags of other odds and ends. She got a black choker with a jade-like jewel on it, a simple silver ring, and, somehow, a rugged black leather collar with studs. We did some grocery shopping on the way home and had a very pleasant lunch.

After lunch, I told her to freshen up and bring one of her collars to the living room. When she came out, she was wearing a white silk kimono-like robe and had her hair up in some sort of style, sort of like Princess Leia. She had some light makeup that made her look even more like a doll than usual, and made her eyes look huge and beautiful. She knelt at my feet as I sat on the couch. "Your servant awaits your instruction, Master".

"Jeni, I really don't want you to be my slave, just my girlfriend."

She smiled and her whole demeanor changed. "Well, duh, Jack. It's just a game, a role. I know it bugs you, but I think that is one of the reasons I like doing it so much with you. I feel so safe knowing that you won't go too far or take advantage. Besides, you are just so cute when you are nervous!" She gave me a big smile, then shifted her face and posture again to a tiny submissive Geisha.

I had a sudden insight and said "OK, Alika, it is time to wash my feet." I had an idea that using her middle name for this personality would excite her and I apparently guessed right. She almost whimpered with barely controlled excitement as she fetched some supplies. She re-entered the room walking with tiny steps, carrying a large bowl with a couple of towels ceremonially folded and draped over it, a small bottle and a flower on top of it. She apparently sacrificed a bloom from her bouquet for this. This touched me pretty deeply- Jen has always loved having fresh and live flowers in the house.

Alika removed my shoes as if they were the move valuable items in the world, then my socks- all the while touching and stroking my feet. Now, I have often enjoyed some foot action since feet are pretty sensitive, but it was never really a fetish or a turn on for me- but the way she was treating me, I could see why some people really get off on this!

She held one of my feet over the lightly scented water and poured some on it, letting it drain back into the bowl. She set my foot on a towel and rinsed off the other foot. Then she took the first foot and set it in the warm water. She squirt some soap on a washcloth and gently scrubbed my foot clean, then rinsed it and did the other one.

She patted both feet dry with the clean towel, then dug a small bottle of floral scented lotion from a pocket of her robe and gently but firmly massaged every inch of my feet, ankles, and toes. It did not get me aroused much (firmed up some, sure- after all, a pretty girl was touching me!) But it did feel wonderful. I decided to return the favor soon.

When she got everything all cleaned up, she dusted my feet with powder and pulled on some clean socks, then helped me slip on a different pair of lightly powdered shoes. I felt like I had just had a refreshing bath and nap combined. We spent some time then just doing house stuff- cleaning, dishes, bills, and other routine things that were enlivened by her humming and slightly off-beat way of doing things.

Chapter 4. Jena

I spent the next few weeks just enjoying being with Jeni. There were times I missed Jenny and Jen, and times I forgot they were partly the same person. I even managed to occasionally forget about the lamp and the genie. That is, until about a month later when I woke up to an enthusiastic blow job being given to me by a raven-haired dark-skinned goddess with absolutely huge fucking tits.

She looked at me with incredible dark, deep eyes made up with a dramatic upsweep that made them look huge and smokey. Without breaking her rhythm on my cock, she smiled and her face lit up. That was enough, I came hard and she worked harder to take it all. She licked her lips in satisfaction and lay beside me. "That was tasty, lover. Would you mind returning the favor?"

I kissed her thick, unfamiliar lips and just stared at her exotic face for a moment. I had never had a girlfriend who was African American, and this version of Jen was stunning. She looked as tall as I am, broad hips, big happy breasts with big dark areolas and chubby nipples begging for attention. I suckled on one pert nipple and she squirmed under me, grabbing my head and moaning. I switched nipples and she mashed my face into her big soft boob. I played with her smooth skin with my free hand and encountered a navel ring. Intrigued, I played with it for a moment before my hand wandered on to her softly crinkly hairs down lower.

I could not get enough of her scent- warm, musky, sexy, wild. Her skin tasted different and somehow spicy as I kissed my way from her big nipples to her gold belly button decoration, then down to the beginning of her pubic hairs. I just played with the sensation of their bouncy wiriness for a moment before I parted them and saw her pussy. Brilliantly pink lips surrounded by deeply colored labia- so inviting! I dived in and enjoyed licking my way through the alphabet, taking care to not touch her hard little clit until I was past M.

She seemed to enjoy my efforts. Her wide hips were moving, she was dancing on the bed, holding my head and making all sorts of noises- nonsense chatter, moans, yelps. I used my fingers to stroke her mons and tight ass as I licked and thrust my tongue, licking and sucking on her clit, and jamming a couple of fingers in as deeply as I could. She shoved my head into her and clenched strong thighs on my head as she came. She was screaming and gushing a thick, slick liquid that I lapped up as best I could. Once she was done, she went limp and I gently licked her lips clean and lightly stroked her body to relax her as she shuddered through some aftershocks. If she responded like this to oral, I could hardly wait to fuck her! That would have to wait, however, as I had to use the bathroom rather urgently.

When I was done, she was in the kitchen getting herself some cereal and yogurt. So far, each Jen had been beautiful in her own way, and this one was certainly no exception. Her skin was a smooth shade of a sort of chocolate/coffee color. Her face was a long oval, narrower at the chin. Thick lips, a wide but well-shaped nose, the incredible eyes, and high cheeks were framed by thick black hair down to below her shoulders. She was wearing an intricately patterned thing half robe, half muumuu. It camouflaged her shape some but could not hide the incredible swell of her chest. I wanted to get a good look at her naked body in good light, but I could wait for it. An idle thought wondered how her wardrobe was managing to change to keep up with all of these changes, but I did not linger over it as I made myself some breakfast.

I started to ask her about modeling to ask her about the bio bit like I did with Jenny. She laughed and said we had just done this a couple of months ago. I tried the tax thing like with Jeni, and she pointed out we did it last month. As I racked my brain to try to think of another route to find out more about her, she cleared her stuff and moved to the living room. She put on a CD and slipped off her light wrap thing to stand there in just a pair of tight white shorts and a sports bra that did little to diminish her chest. As the fast music played, she went though a rather intensive aerobic routine with elements of tae bo, exotic dance and belly dance mixed in. It was fascinating and exhausting to watch, but I learned that she was athletic and flexible, at least. She took a shower as I finished some other things up.

As I was dealing with the mail, I noticed my men's magazine had come. I idly thumbed through it- I found my interest in it had significantly waned since I started having such sexy partners routinely- and was flabbergasted to see this Jen in the centerfold! Her long, lush body with the same sculpted legs I just ogled doing her workout posed for all to see! I read her bio to learn that she was even older this time- 27, and was a fitness instructor, although she admitted that her large chest sometimes got in the way, but that she would not think about a reduction. She indicated that she loved her body and getting stared at, and often dressed or behaved to show it off and tease men. She also discussed how much she loved sex- hot, wild, spontaneous sex. I was hard just thinking about it.

A flash of a thought crossed my mind and I dug out last month's unread mag- and found Jeni featured as the centerfold, talking about how much she loved to serve her man. Three magazines, three centerfolds, three Jens... this could not be a coincidence. Apparently, Jen was going to be reincarnated as the centerfold of this magazine every month! I was not sure if I was in awe, or scared for her. Blessing or curse? It had to be confusing someone- jobs that came and went as different people were formed and vanished somehow... It was making me dizzy to think about.

She came back out in the room dressed in workout gear- a form-fitting colorful, shiny leotard over long tights, and open-toed sandals on her pretty feet. "So, Jen, what are we going to do tonight after work?"

She gave me a look that almost scared me. "Jack, honey, I've told you before. Call me Jena. I swear you do this on purpose. You want to get spanked again?" I shivered just a bit at that. I bet she could give a hell of a spanking if she wanted. "Anyways, you work all day and all night today. I was thinking about getting together with the girls." When I asked who, she gave me another slightly scary look and listed some of her friends from being Jen- mostly the younger ones, though, I noticed. Somehow the wish was integrating her old and new lives in interesting ways.

"When are you going to give up some of these dumb jobs and go back to school? You wanted to be an engineer and I know you could do it. You could quit your day job, go to school, work at the bar during the week, and we could have a couple nights a week and weekends for us." When I mumbled something about affording it, she suggested grants and aid, and also said that her income from the studio and modeling could cover us easily enough. She showed me our account online and it was a lot healthier than it used to be. Oddly, Jeni and Jenny both also got paid for modeling- and all from the same parent company as the men's magazine. Huh. Jeni mentioned modeling, but I never did follow up on it. The company had a lot of magazines- a men's fashion and lifestyle one, a cooking one, and several others. I wondered if Jenny posed for some of the others since she did not pose nude... although she HAD posed nude... it was making my head hurt again.

I agreed to look into school and she gave me a kiss that gave me an erection down to my toes before she pulled on some sweats over her outfit and took off to work. I struggled though my day as well, although I did do a lot of personal surfing on my smartphone about going back to the local university. It looked like it might be easier than I thought and used my office computer to complete the online application.

The day was long and I was pooped by the time I got home. I found Jena in the bedroom, posing in front of a webcam. She gave me a quick smile and finger to her lips, so I sat down quietly and listened as she interacted with several people online, doing poses they requested, and even playing with herself intimately using her fingers and toys. A timer went off and she told everyone goodbye and turned off the computer. "Hi, sugar. I hope you are in the mood to fuck! Doing that stuff always gets me so hot for you." She was sweaty and her juices were spread on her thighs, and she looked so fuckable that any objections I might have had to her doing that sort of thing just sort of evaporated for a while.

I stripped down and jumped in bed with her. We clasped and kissed furiously and I loved the sensation of her big, soft, hot tits on my chest. She wriggled her hips against me and managed to snag my cock between her legs and was rubbing it with her thighs. She grabbed me and flipped me over on my back, then climbed on my cock and proceeded to fuck the bejeebers out of me! Oh, my God! She was like an animal! She was screaming, her hair was flying, her big breasts bouncing so much it pulled her entire torso around! At one point, she put her hands on my shouldered and jackhammered me to within an inch of my life! I came and she kept on pounding away until she had her own orgasm. As she came, she clenched with her thighs and pussy so hard I thought I was going to be crushed!

I collapsed under her as she relaxed on top of me, cooing and stroking me. "Thanks, lover, that was good. Let me get us something to drink and we can do round two." She slipped out, not even winded as my heart was still pounding. Round two?

Somehow I made it through three rounds, although how the bed did not collapse, I will never know. She could get me hard again in no time with a combination of stroking it, sucking it, and talking to it. Seriously! She would talk to my cock- making it promises that sent shivers down my spine, and it responded!

After Round Three, she gave me a soft, loving massage and covered me with a blanket as I slept it off. I heard her talking to the computer again and drifted off with sexy dreams of chocolatey goodness.

My month with Jena was great, although the issues of changing jobs and starting school ate into our time together. She was exciting and adventurous. We had sex just off a trail in the local state forest, at the movies, and several times in the back of her spacious car. One time, she took me to the back seat just after picking me up at work and fucking me in the parking lot as some of the other staff watched jealously and lustfully. She knew I would never be unfaithful to her- both because she took care of me so well and because she knew I knew she could easily hurt me really bad.

Chapter 5. Jennifer

As the third of the month rolled around again, I was almost braced for the change. I was going to stay awake and watch it happen! Jena had fallen asleep cuddled tight with me, as usual, then had rolled away. I nodded off several times, but caught most of the change. About three in the morning, Jena started to look... odd. Not really glowing, but her skin was lighter in the moonlight. So was her hair. Her overall size did not change a lot, but her face got shorter and wider, much paler and her lips thinned- but not by much- and widened. Her lashes grew longer and her ears somehow changed shape as well.

Her breasts got a bit smaller (aw!) but also rounder and looked firmer. Her legs thinned, and her waist shrunk a bit. Her muscle tone changed overall- not quite as lush and toned. The sounds of her breathing changed- taking on a slight, cute snore. She rolled over and in the better moonlight I could see that her hair was a reddish auburn and tumbled over her hack and shoulders in a riot of waves. She looked like an Irish angel sleeping there, and did not seem to be changing much anymore so I caught some needed sleep with excited dreams.

"Jack? Jack darling, it is time to get up." Her voice was soft and lilting. She gave me a warm, fragrant hug and told me to get dressed. A hot breakfast was laid out for me and we chatted as we ate. I found she liked to be called Jennifer now, and she looked and acted much closer to her original age than the others so far. Her clothing was more casual and 'normal' than Jenny's youthful skimpy stuff, Jeni's Oriental-themed things, or Jena's revealing clothing. Jennifer seemed to like soft fabrics and pastel colors, but otherwise dressed a lot like Jen. She was mixing something in the kitchen as I ate, and talking about her garden, or stopping by the studio later to see if any other jobs came up. She gave me a sack lunch and sent me off to school with a warm, full body embrace, and a loving kiss.

It was a short day so I went home for lunch. She had something in the fridge for me to heat up and I went through the mail. As I suspected, the men's mag was there and I was unsurprised to see they were doing a whole MILF theme. The centerfold was a 33 year-old homemaker and model who loved gardening, cooking, kids, and so forth- a very domestic woman. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she painted, but a quick trip to the spare room showed it was well-equipped for such interests.

Jennifer came home as I was reading the mag still and she laughed to see me looking at her photos. "They turned out OK for an old lady, huh?? She laughed. I told she looked beautiful in them, and even better in the flesh. She dimpled as she smiled and took my hand to lead me to the bedroom. We stripped each other slowly, with plenty of touches and kisses. Her breasts were smaller than Jena's but bigger than the others, and stood up pretty firmly on their own. Her nipples were smaller but fun to play with and just watching her boobs bounce was entrancing.

She giggled and grabbed my cock to change my focus. We sat on the bed as she hugged and kissed me, still fondling my cock, so I twiddled her shaved-bald pussy until she was squishing.

I pushed her over with a sigh and positioned myself on top of her, slipping my cock in her as slowly as I could stand. She moaned almost soundlessly, mouth open and eyes closed- which made me sad because she had gorgeous hazel eyes. I fucked her slowly as I caressed her soft pale skin, kissing the tiny creases and faint wrinkles around her eyes.

We made love slowly and fulfillingly, making last and last and last. She came several times with delightful tensing and jerking, moaning and squeaking. I came in a big shudder, and collapsed beside her. She rolled over and held me as we both just looked in each others eyes.

I really enjoyed Jennifer, but I knew there was going to be someone new and worth knowing in another month.

Chapter 6. Epilogue

In the last couple years, a lot of things happened. I enjoyed exploring the incredible variety of women the wish provided. The personalities- like the one stuck-up bitch with a secret heart towards kids in need. The nationalities- like the Aussie Sheila who damn near broke me with her enthusiastic sex (and I thought Jena was aggressive!) Or the lovely Brazilian, or the amazing Indian... Some were virgins, some really did not like sex, a few were really kinky. One young one kept calling me 'Daddy', which really bothered me. One lied about her age- and damn if she did not look older. I had to lock my door to keep her out until her month was up.

After 29 incredible women and experiences, I was really enjoying life. Then, the magazine nearly folded, another victim of the recession and changing attitudes towards print media. Instead, they combined a few of their other magazines and changed their flagship publication from a 'men's mag' to a 'lifestyle mag' and transferred people's subscriptions over to it automatically.