Twisted Wishes: The Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  Being a trophy wife felt so good, better than she’d ever imagined it could. She no longer cared about being rich, she cared about being his.

  “Cupcake, are you almost ready to go?”

  The man of the house was waiting outside the walk in closet. They’d freshened up after their fun time together and were finishing up their preparations for the upcoming party.

  “I’m ready!” the giggly Renee said as she skipped out, revealing her costume change.

  Her tacky stripper style outfit had been put away and replaced with a dress which somehow managed to retain that bimbo like quality about it. Mainly because the cleavage showing, mini skirt length, dress was made from a shimmering material and came in a bright pink color.

  He growled happily when he saw his dolled up girl in her outfit; blonde hair in a ponytail, dress showing off her assets as she balanced on six inch pink heels.

  “Hmm that looks amazing dear. Hang on, just need one last thing. I got you a special trinket with your name on it. Lemme put it on you.”

  She tilted her head up as he moved in and placed a necklace around her. It wasn’t gold or jeweled or anything fancy, it was a tacky silver chain with plastic pink lettering at the front, spelling out the word ‘Barbie’.

  “Like, my name?” she asked as she saw the reflection in the mirror. That didn’t say Renee, did it?

  “Of course. Did you forget about your name change? Silly little girl. You’re a real life Barbie doll from now on and you have a name to reflect that. Now let’s get going to the party.”

  Barbie giggled happily as her man hooked an arm around her body and gripped her ass, leading her out of the bedroom and towards her first event as his eye candy.

  Her wish had been granted, in one way or another. She was now rich beyond her wildest dreams and she could enjoy her fortune as a sex loving, trophy wife, Barbie princess.

  The Wishing Well

  “Yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!”

  The headboard rattled and banged against the wall as those words of pleasure came moaning out, dripping in female lust. However they weren’t words belonging to the most lustful person in the house.

  All of the squeals of ecstasy and groans of bliss came from the room of the home’s beautiful eighteen year old occupant, a gorgeous young girl who was getting action from her boyfriend every day, sometimes more than once.

  Then, in the room next door, untouched for many years was her mother, the forty six year old Penny.

  Penny had styled herself as an understanding mother, an open-minded parent who knew her daughter was of age so allowed her and her boyfriend to stop over. What she didn’t picture was being kept awake at night by the sound of their performances.

  Basically every night Penny found herself wide awake, disturbed by the lustful squeals coming from the bedroom next door.

  If they just went at it for one round she’d understand, a slight delay on her sleep but nothing too serious. However they didn’t do it just once, one quick go before snoozing. They did it again and again and again, all night long.

  It was pretty much impossible to sleep when the sound of wood slapping against a firm wall echoed into her room, and her daughter’s cries came leaking in, for two reasons. The first was obvious, a noise disturbance. The second less so and yet it was the one which concerned Penny the most.

  Listening to the two going at it was leaving Penny seriously horny.

  Penny didn’t used to be a lustful woman. Her sex life was non-existent for a long time after breaking up with her partner but that’d always been fine until now. Now her body was screaming from attention after hearing how good her daughter got it.

  That shame she felt about being turned on by her own daughter’s moans was why she never told them to be quiet. How could she ask them to knock it off just because she was masturbating to their passion? She was the one being immoral, not them.

  Every night the mature Penny fell asleep with her panties stained and her sheets soaked, and yet it wasn’t enough. Her fingers felt nice but what she needed was the help of a man. She needed a stud of her own.

  However that’s where Penny had it hard, versus her daughter. She wasn’t at an age where she could just go and pick up a hunk, she was an old woman now without her former beauty.

  When she was younger, Penny was something of a looker. She had those feminine charms that all the men fell for. She was an attractive minx who could have any man she fancied. Oh how she wished she was at that age again.

  Despite her wants and her needs, Penny knew she could never be young again. She was an old woman now and she just had to accept it, her time in the sun was over. This was as far as her sex life went, masturbating herself to sleep as her daughter’s boyfriend fucked her brains out in the next room.

  Once again, with her sheets stained in lust, Penny passed out to sleep.

  Obviously endless late nights and a body pent up was not giving Penny that natural spring in her step when she was out and about. Ever since her daughter’s boyfriend had pretty much moved into her bed, she’d spent her days sluggish and exhausted.

  Of course today was exactly the same, Penny doing her usual chores with heavy eyes and aching joints. She didn’t know how long she could keep on doing this. Being so tired and so horny was making her days long and miserable. She wanted a way out of her rut, she wanted to experience the affection her body desired.

  That was when Penny snapped out of her daze and suddenly realized she had no idea where she was.

  She’d been walking back from the store with her groceries when her mind had wandered and apparently her legs had done the same. She didn’t even recognize the particular part of the neighborhood she’d ventured into.

  Now this place could have been anywhere except there was a strange thing right in the middle of her path that seemed so out of place, something she’d never spied before. It was a stone built well, right in the middle of nowhere.

  Naturally Penny was curious about why such a thing was just randomly in what appeared to be a back alley; it looked so awfully out of place. However her attention was quickly moved elsewhere, to a sign beside the strange structure.

  “Wishing Well. Throw in a penny and have your wish answered.”

  Was this some sort of scam? That was the first thing that Penny thought. Who would believe such a ridiculous thing, and why would there be such a thing here? Utter nonsense, absolute balderdash.

  However a little voice crept up from the back of Penny’s mind. What if it’s real? What if it can answer our prayer? What if it can make us young again?

  She nibbled her bottom lip as she looked at the well. It was clearly a load of rubbish but she felt compelled by her desperation to try, to swallow her skepticism and to give it a go.

  Taking one of her namesake from her purse, Penny dropped it down into the well as she mulled her wish over in her mind. She didn’t want to be an old, undesirable, woman any longer. She wanted to be young again.

  As the coin splashed into the water below, a sudden gush came rushing up from the well which splashed all over Penny and made her squeal in shock.

  “Ah!” she whined as the cold liquid absolutely showered her from head to toe, “Oh great! Look at the state of my outfit! Stupid thing, why did I ever let myself get caught up in this nonsense?”

  With her outfit soaked, close to transparent fabric clinging to her skin, Penny scooped up her groceries and raced off back towards the safety of her home so she could change and shower before she caught a cold.

  Her mind was so flustered she didn’t bother thinking about how the water managed to rise so high to cover her body. She didn’t even consider whether it’d worked or not. It wasn’t until she was back home that things would start to reveal themselves.

  When Penny returned home, the house seemed to be empty. Her daughter and lover looked to be elsewhere, giving Penny the home all to herself for a while.

  Throwing the groceries down, Penny raced upstairs so she could strip down and jump into th
e shower, her body still shivering from that icey cold water which had splashed over every inch of her; in winter no less.

  Penny peeled her way out of her soaked garments and threw them into the wash before making her way to the bathroom, looking forward to a nice, hot, shower.

  Dreaming of refreshing droplets rolling down her skin, she barged into the bathroom wearing nothing but her birthday suit. That’s where she found her daughter’s boyfriend, Dexter, just hopping out of the shower, wearing completely the same thing.

  Her eyes opened wide and she squealed in shock, catching a full view of his big, strong, muscular, naked body and that thick package between his legs. He was a fine specimen but Penny wasn’t concentrating on that. She was simply flustered and frozen in place.

  “I-I’m sorry,” she just about managed to squeal out, “I didn’t know anybody was in.”

  Rather than glaring at her as she expected, Dexter flashed her a satisfied smirk and trailed his eyes up and down her body.

  “No problem babes, it’s an accident, I get it. Now who are you? I didn’t know that Shan had a sister.”

  Sister? What the heck was he talking about? She was just an old, out of shape, wo...man?

  That was when Penny dragged her eyes away from Dexter’s body and noticed her own reflection in the bathroom mirror. It surely had to be hers anyway but she could hardly believe it because what she saw reflected wasn’t a forty six year old woman. It was a beautiful young girl.

  She looked just the way she had when she was eighteen. No wrinkles, no grey hairs, no sag. She was a beautiful girl with silky smooth skin, luscious brown hair and a tight, curvaceous, body.

  At first Penny had no idea what was happening, then she remembered the wishing well. Then she realized her wish, it had actually worked, it had actually been granted. She was young again!

  Not only was she young, her daughter’s stud of a boyfriend was looking her over with hungry eyes. For the first time in an age she felt desired, and it felt so damn good.

  Even though he should have been off the market, Penny couldn’t help feeling excited. Her heart was pounding and her pussy was throbbing in glee. She was flirting with her daughter’s boyfriend!

  “No I’m not her sister. I’m her cousin… Rose,” Penny said, spying her rose scented candles and using them as inspiration.

  “Hmm, what a gorgeous name,” he responded, “Suits you well then. I’m Dexter, I hope that the two of us can get to know each other.”

  Penny always knew that Dexter was quite the catch but she didn’t realize just how hot he really was. Now that she was seeing his flirtatious side she was feeling positively intoxicated.

  “I think I’d like that,” she purred, feeling every so naughty. What was coming over her?

  Enough time had passed that it’d completely slipped Penny’s mind that the two of them were standing there naked. However she didn’t really seem to mind Dexter ogling her naked form, now that she had regained her youthful beauty.

  “Well don’t mind me,” he said as he stepped away from the shower, “It’s all yours. I’d say ladies first but sadly I’ve already had my turn.”

  “A real shame. If you’d done without I could have asked you to join me.”

  While she was asking cool on the surface, inside she was giggling like a bashful schoolgirl. How could she say something like that to her daughter’s boyfriend? Why was she feeling so naughty?

  “If a beautiful woman like you asked me” he growled with a knowing smile, “I don’t think I could possibly say no.”

  Alright Penny this is enough fun and games, she said to herself. You’ve had your fun, you’ve flirted with him, now it’s time to end it before any funny business happens.

  Then she took another look at him. She looked over the young hunk’s toned body and positively purred. What a scrumptious specimen. Her daughter was one lucky girl, but if Penny played her cards right it seemed she could be even luckier.

  Feeling that lust which stalked her at nights, Penny slowly brushed past Dexter’s body and stepped into the shower cubicle. Once inside she peeked back over her shoulder and wiggled her perfect, round, rear towards him.

  “Well I guess you’d better join me then.”

  “Hmm, I guess I better.”

  Her heart pounded as he stepped in after her and closed the door, locking the two together in the tight space before hot droplets of running water began to pour down, dribbling over their naked bodies.

  There wasn’t much space in the shower. It was a room designed for one that just had enough space for two. That’s why it was only natural that his male hardness was left rubbing up against her back, pressed between her supple cheeks.

  Penny hadn’t felt the touch of a man in so long, in over ten years. However even back then she’d never encountered anyone as big as Dexter. He was hung like a horse, possessing a cock fitting of a stud.

  She nibbled her bottom lip in excitement and pushed her ass back, grinding it along his dick. She loved how hard and hot it was rubbing against her soft skin.

  Dexter rolled his hips and changed position, from his cock hot dogging between her sizeable cheeks to rubbing between her soft thighs, his shaft caressing over her tight mound which was bubbling in anticipation.

  Of course she knew there was a line that they shouldn’t cross but that hard dick grinding against her sensitive, puffy, pussy made it very hard to resist.

  Very hard turned to impossible as her lust continued to build until she could hold back no longer. She’d been starved of sex for over a decade, she refused to be denied any longer.

  “Put it in, put it in me,” she moaned back at him, her face flushed red, “I can’t take it anymore. I need you to fill my pussy up with your big, hard, cock.”

  “What did I say? I can’t turn down a gorgeous babe like you.”

  He grunted as he drew his hips back then thrust, penetrating into her sensitive body with that throbbing meat pole, burying deep into her sensitive folds with one, powerful, movement.

  A shuddering moan of pure bliss came flowing out of Penny’s lips as she was pressed firmly into the shower wall with her pinkness spread open, sealed around that girthy dick which filled her ever so brilliantly. This was it, this was the sensation she’d missed. Nothing could compare to the real thing.

  Penny’s legs felt weak, her knees shaking around as the pleasure was already getting to her, wave after wave coursing through her veins, churning her insides in ecstasy, and he hadn’t even started moving.

  “Please, I need more,” Penny panted hotly as her pussy dripped, the extent of her wetness hidden by the shower, “Start moving, please!”

  “You’re such a naughty nympho,” he growled as he began to move, as he began to thrust.

  Those warm pants turned into squealing moans as he slammed his hips into her body and stirred her juicy insides about with his erect cock, that fat slab of throbbing meat giving her the pleasure she had missed, the pleasure which made her mind melt.

  She was sure she didn’t used to be such a nympho but right now she sure felt that way. This sex was the most incredible thing she’d ever experienced. Never before had she felt so blissful, it was like her head was floating in the clouds, her body following just behind.

  As Dexter thrust into her pussy again and again and again, his toned abs spanking against her round ass, dick plundering her depths, her emotions spiked and her muscles tensed, something hot and explosive racing over every inch of her.

  While getting fucked by the young stud, Penny experienced the most powerful of orgasms.

  Her moans went up a level in volume as her insides tightened, that juicy squirt spraying out as she couldn’t stop shuddering in place. It was a rush that left her out of breath and bathed in euphoria, unlike any climax she’d ever felt before.

  Dexter slowed his thrusting to a stop and drew back from her loins as he saw her body convulse around with such intensity and heard her squeal a scream that was still echoing around the small room.


  “Are you alright?” he asked her, slightly concerned, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

  Penny shook her head and lunged at him, smothering their chests together as she mounted back onto his lap and sunk back down onto his erection.

  “Need more, need more!” she moaned at him like a bitch in heat, “Faster, harder, rougher! Give me more, give me more!”

  Something had triggered in her, that orgasm had done something to her. It showed her a type of pleasure she didn’t know existed and instantly she craved more. It truly transformed her into a sex loving nymphomaniac.

  Answering her prayers, Dexter grabbed her soft ass and began to thrust into her with all the force his young, muscular, body could manage, slamming his hung cock up into her gushing folds.