by Jay Manus

 

Well, appear she did, but not alone!  She was stark naked (of course), on her knees, straddling a big tattooed man who was laying on his back.  Jane was plunging her cunt up and down powerfully, using his hard prick like a piston.  Oh, and one more thing.  While her right hand was occupied fondling a breast, her left hand was holding an entire pickup truck overhead, filled with firewood, just as if she were a waitress holding a tray of dishes!  With each thrust, her glorious breasts would bounce up and down, and a cord of firewood would fly into the air and land in the truck bed again.  It was a very sexy, but very noisy affair.

 

The greasy guy with the tattoos was too far gone to notice his change in venue, but Janey wasn’t.  There was a moment’s surprise on her face, but then she saw me and gave me one of her incandescent smiles.  I motioned that she should carry on, which she did without hesitation.  I continued to watch until the man screamed and blew his load.

 

He didn’t satisfy Janey in the least, of course.  She looked at me – well, more precisely, at my crotch – with longing in her eyes.  Knowing what was coming, I snapped my fingers and caused the man to disappear.  Jane, in a single frantic movement, jumped up off the ground from her kneeling position and knocked me down backwards, now straddling me instead.  She quickly used her right hand to rip open my jeans and release my cock, and then she impaled herself on me.  Her left hand still held the truck overhead.

 

Wow!  What a fuck that was!   There’s nothing that turns me on more than a beautiful, big-breasted woman with fantastically powerful muscles, who’s sex-crazy and desperately needy for my cock!  She used me!  She thrust and twisted and shook and climbed and rolled!  She jumped off of me and sucked my gargantuan cock, pushing it all the way down her throat!  She threw me into the air and positioned herself so my cock would land right in her cunt!  She bucked and smashed and ground her buttocks into the earth!  She screeched and screamed a mighty scream as her unfathomable orgasm lasted for ten full minutes!  And all the while I rode her as best I could, sharing as much of her climax as I could stand, until I finally released my own huge amounts of cum, and we both settled into an exhausted slumber, right alongside the now-demolished pickup truck.  What a pair we were!

 

Jane and I slept until the next morning.  Plenty of fire trucks, ambulances, police cars, and other emergency vehicles came and went during the night, extracting and rescuing people from the rubble our energetic lovemaking had caused.  I’m sure we were an odd sight, lying there nude, chest to breast, on the ripped up lawn, but nobody could wake us no matter how hard they tried.  They must have taken us for dead, because the morning found us in a van along with several others.  The others were definitely dead, you could tell by the stench.

 

I certainly didn’t want to have caused all these casualties.  So, I simply changed the past.  I created an unbreakable cushion of air between us and the grass, and commanded that all our lovemaking had taken place on that cushion.  Bingo!  No more casualties, no stench, no truck, and there we were, back in the yard.  The grass, two feet below us, was unscathed, as was the apartment complex and everything around it!  This is really cool, I thought.  I really have the power to change reality.  What a trip!

 

On a whim, I conjured up the most recent Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue.  I was going to leaf through it and pick out the most gorgeous girl, but I didn’t have to do that: she was right there on the cover.  Her name was Elsa Benitez.  She had an absolutely perfect face and body.  Her pose was exquisite.  She was sitting on her knees on the ground, leaning forward on her hands.  Her full breasts hung down from her chest, and were only supported by her orange bikini top.  Her smooth legs were toned and shapely.  The expression in her dark eyes and full lips was one of interest – almost desire, but not quite.

 

I stared at the cover for a very long time, trying to imagine what it would be like to rub my hands along those gorgeous legs, to cup those large breasts in my palms, to stroke my hard cock between her buttocks, to caress her thick brunette hair, to taste her mouth, to have that look of desire be for me….  Eventually, I blinked away my reverie and remembered that I had ultimate power over reality now.  I didn’t have to just wish anymore.  I could satisfy my longing for Elsa Benitez without so much as a telephone call.  The world was mine!  Anything I wanted could be mine!  If I wanted Elsa Benitez to be here, all I had to do was ask!

 

With that thought, I closed my eyes and made some mental arrangements.  First, I didn’t want Jane involved this time, so I sent her to bed in the apartment, and ensured that she would sleep until I woke her.  Second, I went into Ms. Benitez’ mind and gave her a memory of a beach vacation in which she had met and fallen in love with me, and then escaped her boring fiancée every day to make love to me behind a sand dune.  Third, I gave her extreme physical strength and invulnerability, the way I always like my women.  Finally – the pièce de resistance – I made her appear before me.

 

Elsa was in the shower.  She let the steamy water stream down onto her luscious breasts and face, and wished it could wash away some of the frustration and anger she felt.  Ever since her marriage to José, she had been sexually unsatisfied.  Yes, José was a good provider, and he was very caring and understanding, and always sensitive to her needs.  Trouble was, Elsa didn’t need a provider any more – her modeling career had taken off since that Sports Illustrated job.  And though José was sensitive to her needs, he wasn’t able to satisfy them.  He really tried, but his dick was just too small, and he always climaxed way before she was ready.  It had just happened again this morning.  José was satisfied, and sleeping now like a baby, but Elsa wasn’t.  Hadn’t really been satisfied, in fact, since her wild secret fling with the guy on Bora Bora island.  Oh, how she wished she could see him again!

 

With a sigh, Elsa came back to the present.  She turned both valve handles to shut off the water – and they both twisted right off in her hands!  Looking at the handles blankly, she didn’t notice for a second that she wasn’t at home any more.  She was still naked and wet, standing outdoors, in the open, under sunny skies, on some sort of invisible cushion which held her about two feet above a green lawn.  Totally bewildered, Elsa looked around her until her eyes fell on a man she knew.  It was the man from the island!  And he was grinning from ear to ear!

 

Before Elsa could stop herself, she spouted, “Hey, what’s going on?  What are you doing here?”  Then she frantically tried to cover her dripping breasts and bush  with her arms, while desperately looking for something more substantial.

 

I had to laugh.  This was one of the sexiest girls alive, and here she was, totally nude and dripping wet, standing right in front of me, completely disoriented.  “Uh, just a minute.”  I quickly conjured a white terry robe and handed it to her, together with a matching towel.  She put the robe on, leaving a tantalizing view of her gorgeously deep cleavage.

 

“Thank you,” she said.  Then she was suddenly startled anew as she took in again who I was, and where she wasn’t.  “Where’s my house?  What are you doing here?”  Her Brazilian accent was so cute!

 

But she was beginning to act frantic and scared again, so I put gentle thoughts into her mind for a few minutes.  When she abruptly sat down cross-legged on the cushion and closed her eyes, I knew she had calmed down.

 

“Hello, Elsa, do you remember me?”

 

Elsa opened her eyes and looked at me.  “Oh yes, I do remember you.  But I can’t remember your name.  We didn’t spend much time talking, if I remember correctly.”  An impish smile appeared on her lips.

 

“No, I guess not.  My name’s Jim.  You are in California, sitting in front of my apartment.  I’ve changed a little since you saw me last.  I can make things happen, now.  Anything I want.  I wanted to see you again, so I made you appear here.  Guess I picked a bad time for you, though.”

 

“Oh no, it wasn’t a bad time at all, except that I wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion.  In fact I was just thinking about you.”  The way her voice changed, that last part was clearly an invitation.  She stood up and came toward me.  Putting her hands on my face and pulling me to her, she gave me a deep, passionate kiss.  She didn’t know that the force she was applying between her hands would have ground solid granite to dust!  After pulling away ever so slowly, she whispered, “oh, how I’ve missed you!”

 

Then she frowned and looked around her again.  “What’s this about making things happen?  What do you mean?”

 

I shrugged and began to explain.  “Well, I don’t really know how it happened, but for the last few days, I’ve been able to make anything I wish for come true.  Like just now, I wished for you to be here with me, and bingo!  Here you are.”

 

She wasn’t really grasping this.  “So you could, like, wish you had a million dollars?”

 

“Yeah, that would be a piece of cake.  Watch.”  I put out my empty hand, palm up, and mentally made it happen.  Suddenly my hand was holding a black briefcase, which was open, revealing a lot of green cash.  Elsa looked more closely at it and counted: twenty piles, each containing fifty $1000 bills.”

 

“Wow!  Is that real?”

 

“Sure.  Take some if you want.  I don’t need it.”

 

Elsa grabbed a couple of wads and stuffed them in her terry robe’s pockets.  It was kind of silly, actually.  I made the briefcase disappear.

 

“What else can you do?” she asked.

 

“Well, anything.  I mean, I can make it rain, or I can make it snow, or I can make it yesterday, or tomorrow.  I can get my self a new car, or make the president do what I want, or turn the president into a toad, or even make myself president.  I can also change my body, or yours if you want.  In fact, I already have changed yours.”

 

Elsa looked down at herself.  “You did?  How?”  She pulled open her robe to check out her breast size.

 

I laughed.  “No, you don’t look any different.  You’re already perfect, take my word for it.  You’re different on the inside, though.  Watch this.”  With a thought, I made a brand new Ford Explorer appear on the lawn near us.  I also deflated the air cushion we were standing on, since it was starting to become a pain in the ankles.  “Go over and put your hand on the front bumper.”

 

Elsa did as she was told.

 

“Now, lift it up.”

 

Elsa did as she was told.  The front of the heavy SUV lifted right up with her hand.  Shocked, she pushed it away from her.  The whole car flipped over on its tail, landing on the roof.  Speechless, she looked back at me again.  I nodded, and made the car vanish.  “Now try this,” I said, simultaneously conjuring a two-story brick building right next to her.  She started, but caught hold of herself quickly.  “I want you to go into that building, but it has no doors or windows.  Just go through the wall.”

 

Elsa looked at me dubiously.   “Go on,” I encouraged her.  She turned and slowly walked up to the wall until her breasts were almost touching.  She looked back at me again.  “Take off your robe,” I said.  She did, and then stood there totally nude, with her very hard, erect nipples just touching the bricks.  Then she leaned forward, compressing her full breasts against the wall, and started to walk.  Miraculously, she broke through the bricks and steel rebar, and stood in the middle of an empty room amid a shower of dust and debris.  I admired her gracefully sexy presence, standing there in the dust.

 

“Hey, that was easy.  I didn’t even have to push hard.”  Kneeling down, Elsa dug her fingers into the concrete floor and scooped up a chunk of cement.  “Wow, it’s like my hand is as strong as a bulldozer or something!”

 

“A lot stronger than that, actually,” I nodded.  “The strongest construction machinery on Earth can’t match your strength.”

 

Elsa’s eyes widened.  “You mean, I’m the strongest thing on Earth?”

 

“That’s right, and right now, to me anyway, you’re also the sexiest thing on Earth.”

 

Elsa grinned and came back out of the building toward me.  I immediately made the building disappear, and re-inflated the air cushion, as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me again and again.  “Oh Jim, thank you thank you thank you thank you!”  Then she stopped and said, “I want to show you my gratitude.”  With that, she put her hands on my hips and lifted me up in the air until my crotch was right in front of her face.  Then, with her teeth, she tore open my jeans, allowing my already quite hard penis to stick straight out.  She began sucking and licking my cock as it grew and strengthened.  Being exquisitely aware that the strongest, most beautiful creature on the planet was pleasuring my cock, I started to feel quite a glow down there.   I silently arranged things so that she would continue her ministrations for a very long time, and I would continue to feel this near-orgasm for an equally long time, and then I relaxed and let myself enjoy the sensation completely.