From: Helia Melonowski [bounce_69@hotmail.com]
Sent: Friday, December 08, 2000 12:04 AM
To: wren@wren-spot.com
Subject: New story to post

Wren-

Here is a new one written by a friend for me.

Kisses-

Helia


Helia: The Third Wish
By DrewB

	"So tell me why we're here again?" Thurman grumbled. Darby glanced at him 
as they walked around Professor Call's cramped, stuffy garage and eyeballed 
junk from the professor's long, globetrotting career.
	"Where else are you gonna see stuff like this, Thurm? I mean, c'mon! 
Primitive masks, tribal war drums, a real Persian carpet…"
	"Why really?"
	"Because I'm pulling a C in his class and thought this might make a good 
impression," Darby said under his breath. "Maybe if I buy something, he'll 
cut me some slack on my next paper." He looked at a folding table covered by 
esoteric bric-a-brac. "I bet there's something here that fits my budget."
	"Poor grad students like us don't have a budget, Darb. We just have grants, 
loans and bursars hounding us for payment."
	"I figure I've got a couple bucks I can lay down on something," Darby said, 
grimacing as he felt how thin his wallet had gotten. His summertime savings 
hadn't gotten him as far as he'd hoped.
	"Whatever. Just remember you have to cover your half of the groceries. If 
you need me, I'll be outside polluting my lungs and contributing to the 
local carbon monoxide level," Thurman said, taking a pack of cigarettes from 
his jacket pocket.
	"Yeah, sure," Darby said absently, his attention on the strange artifacts 
set on a thoroughly mundane tabletop.
	"See anything you like, Darby?" Professor Call asked, glancing up from his 
conversation with a portly older woman.
	"Actually, yes," Darby said, reaching out for a piece of sculpture…
	…only to find his hand resting on a bronze lamp, patchy with green 
oxidation and somewhat the worse for having been stored in a garage for so 
long.
	"Mmm, an excellent choice," Call said approvingly. "I picked that up on a 
trip through…well, hm, I'm sure I picked it up somewhere. Was it Africa or 
the Middle East…? Well, no matter. Five dollars and it's yours."
	"Fair enough," Darby said, handing over the fin. "Thanks, professor. See 
you in class!" He took the lamp in hand and strolled out, wondering why it 
already felt warm to the touch.

	Darby considered his purchase carefully.
	He concluded that he must have been crazy.
	"Why'd I buy this thing? It's not like I'm going to go out and buy oil to 
light it," he muttered. He put it in various corners, and even considered 
leaving it in his storage room, but finally he sat in his cramped 
apartment's living room and stared at his new acquisition. Darby put it on 
the coffee table and picked up a book to start studying; if Call didn't give 
him a break, he'd better be ready to answer the next time he was in class. 
After a few seconds' reading, he stopped, sniffed and mumbled under his 
breath at the lingering stink of Thurman's cigarette smoke. "Man, least he 
could do would be to empty the ashtray," he grumbled. He reached for the 
overflowing saucer and accidentally knocked over his lamp. He went to 
straighten it back up, then noticed something he hadn't in the dimness of 
the garage.
	"Hm. There is something written on this thing," Darby muttered, squinting 
to make out the faint tracery of characters written in a ring on the base of 
the lamp. He rubbed at the crusted-on dirt, hardly noticing the way the 
letters glittered as his shirttail scraped off a couple decades' accumulated 
grime.
	As the last of the dirt came off, he got a small shock. "Yowch!" he yelped, 
dropping the lamp on his foot.
	"Watch it!" someone behind him said.
	"Ow, dammit!" Darby snarled, not having registered that there was 
apparently a stranger in the room.
	"Don't kick that lamp!" insisted a very feminine voice from behind him.
	Darby turned around and started to say, "I'll kick that lamp out the window 
if I want and who are you anyway?" But all he managed was "I…uh…who?" His 
lower jaw and tongue suddenly refused to work right, at the sight of the 
vision who'd chosen to grace his humble dorm room.
	She was young, brunette, and drop-dead gorgeous, wearing a tattered white 
T-shirt, cutoff short-shorts, and sneakers. Her long brown hair was in a 
ponytail and her exotic face was totally free of makeup-not that anything 
could have been done to enhance her large, luminous eyes, wide cheekbones, 
pert nose and dainty chin. Her generous lips were curved in a warm smile…but 
that wasn't the only curvature Darby noticed.
	His eyes were drawn downward, surrendering to what Thurman once called "the 
optical gravity of female physiology."
	And his mouth fell open once again, and stayed there.
	This lovely stranger had the biggest breasts that Darby had ever seen. They 
were huge, unnaturally firm, as though basketballs had been sheathed in 
tawny flesh and only partially covered by a scrap of torn T-shirt. The 
T-shirt's lettering, in hot pink, said, "Just Ask Me."
	Darby found he really wanted to just ask her a lot of things: name, phone 
number, chest size…lots of things.
	"Who are you?"
	"I'm your djinni."
	"My what?" he asked, feeling the blood rush to his head…and parts lower 
down as well. She was his something-or-other?
	"Djinni. D-J-I-N-N-I. You rub the lamp, summon me up, I grant you three 
wishes…you heard of this kind of thing before?" she asked skeptically.
	"Sort of," he said. "I have a genie? Man, I did not see this coming." He 
glanced back at his visitor and his expression shifted a couple of times as 
if thoughts were coming and going too fast for him to express.
	"Go on, say it. I know you want to say something," she said. "Get it off 
your chest."
	Darby blushed even brighter. "I never knew genies were so, ah, buxom," he 
stammered.
	"First off, I'm a 'djinni.' I think somebody had trouble with the word, and 
that's how the 'genie' came along…but I'm a djinni. As for being buxom, 
well, magic is the art of change and transformation. Some of that change 
spills over into whoever makes that change happen, sort of like pumping 
heated air into a balloon. Just like balloons, my breasts get bigger with 
every wish I grant. They get smaller again eventually, when the residual 
magic starts to wear off, but it takes a loooong time for that to happen. Do 
you know what the half-life of magic is? Let's just say that a redwood would 
grow to full size from a sapling in the time it'd take me to shed three 
inches."
	"I can't believe you're real."
	"Well, I am."
	"I always thought genies-sorry, djinni-"
	"Djinn. That's the plural. Djinni is singular."
	"Okay, that djinn dressed in harem costumes and stuff like that."
	She laughed so hard he thought she'd break something inside. "Oh, that's a 
good one. I haven't laughed like that in ages! I think we're gonna get 
along." She took a deep, calming breath and said, "We wear what's 
appropriate to the time and place. It's like an illusion, helping us look 
like we fit in. If I show up dressed like some Arabic dancing girl, I'd 
stick out like a sore thumb!"
"Well, you already stick out plenty already," Darby said, nodding toward her 
chest. She smiled. "Like I said, I can't believe you're real. That I could 
touch you. Say, do you mind…?"
	She looked at his outstretched hand and smiled. "No, go ahead."
	He reached out…and his hand passed through her! His fingers tingled, 
though, like they were nearly frozen, while his wrist crackled with tiny 
static shocks rippling from her shirt.
	"What th--?" he blurted out.
	"I'm not flesh and blood," she said with a girlish giggle. "Don't get me 
wrong, I'd love to be touched, but…well, it just can't happen." Her 
expression turned serious, even a bit somber for a second, then she 
brightened up again. "You don't know any boy djinni, do you?"
	"Fraid not."
	"Bummer. Oh well." She tilted her head and looked at him with fresh 
interest. "You're pretty young, compared to the other masters I've had. 
What's your name?"
	"Da-hey! Wait a sec! I've read stories where they can use magic on you if 
they know your real name. How do I know you won't change me into a rat or 
something if I tell you?"
	Helia sighed and shook her lovely, exotic head. "My magic is conditional. 
For big stuff, I need to be told what to do. There's plenty of little stuff 
I could do, if I was a nasty-minded kind of person, but why? What good would 
it do? You'd just wish me to undo it and then throw my lamp into the ocean, 
where I can sit around for a millennium or two. No thank you! And I'm not 
even that kind of person, so you can relax. I'm not out to mess you up. 
Mostly, I just want to make people happy."
	"Well, looking at you would sure keep me happy," Darby said.
	"That's sweet. So, are you going to make me call you 'master' or something 
like that? I can, if you insist, but I don't think it sets a very positive 
tone for this relationship."
	"No, call me Darby. Do you have a name, or are you just 'Djinni'?"
	"No, I have a name, silly. It's Helia. I named myself after a 
lighter-than-air element your people got around to discovering a while ago. 
Seemed to make sense, since my body is pretty much air and magical vapor."
	"A lot of magical vapor," Darby said under his breath.
	"Gathered up in the right places, too," Helia agreed. She stretched, which 
did wondrous things with her expansive bosom, and looked around his room. 
"Geez, you don't have what I'd call a lavish lifestyle, Darby old pal."
	"I'm a grad student. That's sort of synonymous with being chronically 
poor."
	"Mmm. Gotcha. Well, maybe we can do something about that, if that's what 
you want as a wish. Believe me, I'm eager to get to work and change your 
life."
	There was a long silence. Finally, Darby said, "What kind of wishes can I 
ask for?"
	Helia smiled. "Practically anything you can imagine, as long as you can 
clearly explain it and have a good mental image of it. Asking to be made God 
won't work, for instance, because you can't have any real idea of what 
you're asking me to do. Not to mention, I don't have that kind of power. But 
I think you see what I mean. Basically, it's best if you can ask for 
tangible, substantial things. That way, there's less chance of things going 
wrong."
	"What do you mean by wrong?"
	"Well, there was a guy who asked to be able to breathe underwater. He got a 
set of gills…and suffocated on dry land, because he didn't think to ask to 
breathe air as well as water. I wasn't the one who gave that wish-we learned 
about it in school-but it's an example of how things can go off-course."
	"Wow. What if I asked for you to get really gigantic boobs?"
	She laughed delightedly. "It'd happen! I'd probably grow boobs that'd 
stretch from here out to the street! But that wouldn't mean much, would it? 
I mean, the way I am, you can't touch them or anything."
	"Hm." Darby thought for a long moment, then glanced toward the stack of 
magazines partly hidden under his bed.
	"I think…"
	"You have a wish?"
	"Kind of…"
	"Tell me! I wanna make a wish!"
	"No, you'll think it's really stupid."
	"I've granted dozens, maybe hundreds of wishes in my long life, Darby. I'm 
pretty sure your wish won't be the dumbest one I ever heard," she said. 
"Besides, does it really matter if I think it's a frivolous wish? It's what 
you want that counts here."
	"Okay, well, seeing you…I got to thinking. There are two exotic dancers I 
sort of, well, lust after. Can I wish to have them fall for me?"
	"Yeah, you can do that. But…think about how you want to phrase that wish. 
That's the most help I can give you. Rules, you know."
	"You djinn have rules?"
	"You'd be amazed. Now, what's the wish?"
	Darby considered what she'd said, and then realized the trap he'd almost 
fallen in. If he wished for the two dancers to fall for him, then they'd 
love him all right-but would never know whom he was or how to find him! Not 
unless he tracked them down, which would be more work (and more time off 
from school) than he could afford.
	"All right. I wish Magic Wanda and Joy Doubloon were here and ready to 
become my eager love-slaves."
	"Done," Helia intoned, her voice becoming deep and resonant. Darby shivered 
as a chill wind swirled in the room…then goggled at Helia as the spillover 
magic caused some fascinating changes. Her ripped T-shirt started to fill 
out, her basketball-sized boobs inflating until they were more like beach 
balls, with nipples that jutted like baby fists from those colossal 
swellings. She gave Darby a smoldering look as her hands strayed toward the 
front of her now partly unzipped denim shorts. "Mmm, sorry, master, but 
granting wishes gets me so hot!" she purred. She slipped her hand inside her 
shorts and licked her lips; Darby swallowed hard and wished his own pants 
didn't feel so tight just then, though he didn't say that-no need to give 
this djinni any ideas!
Much less waste a wish, he added silently.
Once he got past how much her torso had been expanded by her wish-craft, he 
noticed that her hips seemed a touch wider and her backside a shade fuller 
as well.
"Does…does that happen every time?" he squeaked.
"Mm-hmm. Just like a balloon-with lots-of hot-air," she purred, gliding 
toward him. Her ephemeral boobs touched his body and he started at the 
slight, staticky jolt that contact gave him. She jiggled slightly, giving 
him a sultry smile. "That feels soooo good," she breathed. Darby nodded 
dumbly, aching to undo his zipper to relieve the burgeoning swelling inside…
	There was a knock on the door, then another, then a flurry of small fists 
pounding away. "Hurry up and let us in!" a very female voice cried out. 
"Yeah! Hurry!" another called.
	Darby went to his door and opened it…
	…and two scantily clad, extremely busty women shoved their way inside, 
slamming the door behind them. Darby got a glimpse of some of his neighbors, 
gaping in stupefaction at the spectacles who had just slipped into Darby's 
place, and then turned back to the two visitors who'd shown up at his door 
clamoring to get in.
	As if by magic.
	Magic Wanda was taller, darker and more slender, while Joy Doubloon was 
shorter, blonde and curvier. But both were identical in the way they eyed 
Darby.
	"I don't know how I got here, but I sure like what I see," Wanda said with 
a lazy smile.
	"Me too," Joy said, her own smile just as wide.
	Like clockwork, both women started peeling off their clothes. It didn't 
take long; there wasn't an awful lot for them to take off. He goggled at 
pale, naked breasts that seemed to pounce from the girls' ribcages, their 
nipples aimed well to either side of his body. They just as quickly 
discarded their string bikini bottoms, giggling to each other as they stood 
in front of him, nude and very ready for the business of giving pleasure.
	Later, Darby remembered being led to his single bed, then lots and lots of 
wet wrestling, fingering, sucking and squeezing. There was often a girl's 
mouth or pussy on his stingingly erect cock (another gift from Helia?), 
there were all kinds of things pressed to his lips, and his body seemed to 
be liberally smeared with gism by the time the girls fell into an exhausted 
doze.
	They woke up sometime later. Darby ached much too much to go again…but it 
seemed to be the only thing the girls wanted to do.
	"Hey, stud, we're here for you!" Wanda told him emphatically. "Now strip 
off those jockeys and let's get busy again!"
	"Yeah!" declared Joy, who seemed content to follow Wanda's lead-both here 
and in bed, he thought.
	And so there was more sex, after a quick meal and shower for all three. If 
anything, the vigorous workout left him even more tired than before.
	Darby looked at the two of them lying there, shook his head, and wearily 
summoned Helia. He hissed as he sat and felt a burning ache in his prick; 
apparently there were limits to the stamina even magic could give him.
	Helia appeared in a shimmer of pinkish vapor, gazing at him intently.
	"I don't think this is working," he whispered, hoping he wouldn't wake up 
his sleeping guests.
	"No, really?" Helia said with a gentle smile.
	Darby scowled. "It's fun for awhile, but I don't have anything to talk 
about with them…and I really can't believe I just said that."
	"For what it's worth, you just told me you're more mature than most guys 
your age. Than most guys of any age! It matters to you that you can't talk 
with them?"
	"Yeah. I mean, I love looking at them and being with them, and the sex and 
all, but mostly they're about being on tour, dancing or being in movies, and 
merchandising themselves. We just don't have a lot in common."
	"I could make them both as big as me," Helia offered. She glanced toward 
the two sleeping dancers and blinked; Darby gaped as their breasts stretched 
outward, gaining half again their previous size in the space of seconds. 
Wanda and Joy squirmed in their sleep, seeming only vaguely aware that 
anything was happening around them.
	Darby looked at Helia and was surprised to see her own torso wasn't 
larger…but her denim shorts gapped wider and seemed over-stuffed by a 
ridiculously swollen pussy. Dark kinky hairs frothed between the metal teeth 
of her zipper, partly concealing an impressive nether-cleavage.
	"What is it, Darby?"
	"I thought you would get bigger up top…?"
	"Not this time. I can control it, a little. I figured I'd grow a little 
more somewhere else this time."
	"Well, okay. But, Helia…I don't think bigger boobs is going to solve the 
problem."
	"No?"
	"No."
	"So you want to cancel the wish?"
	"Yeah."
	"You know you can't get it back, right?"
	"I kind of figured that one out."
	"Okay then. I'll let them keep the huge boobs. They'll wonder how it 
happened, but they'll cash in big time with them. Undone."
	Wanda and Joy vanished from Darby's bed. He turned around, expecting to see 
Helia undergoing another radical transformation, and was almost disappointed 
that nothing of the sort was happening. In fact, Helia seemed to have gotten 
a bit smaller.
	"I thought doing magic…?" he asked tentatively.
	"It does. Un-doing magic doesn't make me balloon up," she said. "The 
reverse, actually. I have to disperse the magic I built up, and that undoes 
some of the effect on me, too." She shrugged, which made her huge chest 
bobble up and down hypnotically. "It's also kind of a buzz kill."
	"Oh. Hm."
	"Give your second wish some thought, then conjure me out of the lamp when 
you've made up your mind. We don't have to do this all in one night, 
y'know." She looked at him expectantly.
	"Okay."
	There was a long silence between them. Then she coughed softly.
	"Um, Helia?"
	"Yes?"
	"Do I need to unsummon you or something?"
	"Yup." She seemed relieved that he'd figured it out.
Maybe it's something that isn't polite to discuss for djinni, Darby thought. 
"Well, then, I unsummon you." He picked up the lamp and touched the 
inscription, which sparkled. Helia dissolved into a cloud of twinkling pink 
mist and slipped into the lamp.
	He summoned her again about ten minutes (and one ice pack to his privates) 
later.
	"Well, most people probably want a fortune. I guess that's my wish, except 
I don't want it to come from having someone in my family-or even my whole 
family-die in an accident or from having a safe fall on my head or because I 
somehow did something criminal or unethical. A winning lottery ticket would 
be the best thing," he said hesitantly.
	Helia shook her head. "No need. Magic like mine isn't about screwing you 
over or making you sorry you were ever born. Don't you get that yet? Never 
mind. Anyway, you don't need a lottery ticket. I can give you a fortune. 
Now, is that your wish? For a fortune?"
	"Yeah," he said, feeling encouraged by what she'd said. "It is."
	"Done."
	"Omigod!"
	"Yeah, fortune wishes are big magic," she husked, running her hands over 
breasts that were more than beach ball size now, for sure. They might have 
been a quarter again their previous fullest size, and now sported nipples 
like pinecones. Her hips and backside had widened as well, and now her tummy 
was a bit rounded as well; she looked like a primitive earth goddess. And 
down below that, she looked…wow!!
"Mm, I could grant wishes like this every day!" She drifted close to him, 
until her vaporous body engulfed his; her gargantuan boobs swirled around 
him, so that he would have been "hugged" by them if they'd been solid. Darby 
shivered as her gaseous body, both freezing cold and blistering hot, swirled 
around him.
"Oooh, I love having you inside me," she giggled. Darby nodded, looking a 
bit overwhelmed. She moved even closer, until her luminous lips were 
practically on his. "I…" she whispered, running her tongue over small and 
pearly teeth. Her eyes roamed over his face, warm and hungry both, and she 
leaned closer, brushing his mouth with her own.
It was like kissing cotton candy. She seemed to dissolve in his mouth; he 
could taste her, a complex flavor of spices and sweetness unlike anything 
he'd ever known. They parted and she pulled back from him, her expression 
unreadable. Her T-shirt rippled and shifted color briefly, from white to 
black to pink, then back to white; the writing also changed, though too 
quickly for him to read it. He wondered what it meant, but his concentration 
was broken by what she said next.
Helia shook her head and said, "You've got a fortune, Darby."

	It was as though he'd always had a fortune, though strangely, his family 
hadn't. Nobody precisely knew where the money came from, but nobody argued 
with it either.
	"Helia? Why do I have a Trans Am in the parking lot down there?" he asked, 
looking out the window of his new townhouse on the Upper West Side.
	"I gave you a fortune, like you wanted. Part of that fortune is stuff…like 
that Trans Am." She shrugged, again doing amazing things with her newly 
amplified, truly gargantuan torso; her torn T-shirt seemed more like a bib 
than a shirt on her body now. "Most people don't really want just money when 
they ask for a fortune. They want things, property. So I gave you some. Hope 
you like 'em."
	"Helia, you're the best! I love you!"
	Darby was so caught up in the moment that he didn't notice how he had 
shocked Helia…nor the thoughtful look in her eyes.
	"I have to try out that Trans Am. Want a ride?"
	Helia laughed. "I'm made out of air and magical vapors, silly! I'd be blown 
to pieces! It's a nice thought, though. Go ahead and enjoy it. I'll be here 
when you get back."

	He got back to find there were bunches of messages on his phone answering 
machine.
	"Hey, Darby, it's Josh Randall, from your old biology class? Look, I'm 
calling to let you in on a great deal…"
	Beep!
	"We're calling from the Amer-African Relief Society. We need your help…"
	Beep!
	"Do you care about world hunger?"
	Beep!
	"A few dollars could save the rain forests…"
	Beep!
	"Whales are still an endangered species! We need funding for…"
	Rrrring!
	"Darb! Francy Dulain here. You remember, we had a class together back in 
high school? Those were good times, huh?"
	"Francy, you never even gave me the time of day…"
	"Hey, I was a dumb kid! Anyway, if you're in the market for new houses, I 
have a few properties I'm showing to just a handful of people…"
	Click.
	Rrrring!
	"Hello, is this Darby Locke?"
	"Yes, that's me."
	"Darby, this is Dawne Mercer. How've you been?"
	"Pretty good, I guess. How're you? I haven't seen you since graduation."
	"Yeah, well, time goes by. I was wondering if you wanted to get together 
for a drink?"
	Darby remembered that Dawne had always gone after guys with money. It never 
mattered if they had good looks, brains or a personality-money was all that 
had mattered. He sighed, not very surprised that she'd found out about his 
newly gained fortune.
	"That sounds nice, Dawne, but…"
	He felt tired. Worn out. Weary. And all he wanted to do was see Helia 
again.
	It seemed to take forever to summon her from the lamp. And when she 
appeared, he felt so relieved, so happy, it was like the sun after a long, 
rainy week indoors.
	He sank into his deluxe leather armchair and wanted-well, not to cry, but 
not to feel so miserable, either.
	"I don't think I want the money," he said wearily. "I've had a couple dozen 
calls today. There are people from high school I barely remember claiming we 
were best buddies, girls I never really liked practically fighting each 
other for a shot at dating me, and charities bombarding me and my folks, 
asking them to ask me for donations."
	"You want me to take it back."
	"Mm-hmm."
	"Undone." Helia shrank once more as the magic was dispelled, leaving her 
with the beach ball-sized chest she'd had after granting his first wish.
	They were back in his dorm room, which seemed like a welcoming haven now 
after the aggravation of having money.
	"Helia, what should I wish for? Do you know?" Darby asked, almost 
plaintive.
	"I do know what wish you should make, but I can't say," Helia told him. 
"There are rules that I can't break, no matter how much I might want to 
break them."
	Darby gaped at her. "You mean…you know the one wish that would make me the 
happiest, but you can't tell me what it is? What a rip-off!"
	Helia sighed. "Those are the rules."
	"Then I guess I have to figure it out myself," he said, feeling angry with 
her. Why couldn't she say? "You can go back to your lamp now."
	"Darby…good luck making the wish," she said softly, before dissolving and 
contracting into her lamp.
	He sat in his room, gazing at the lamp, and thinking for a very long time.
	Some time later, he summoned her one last time.
	"Okay, here's the third wish."
"I…"
"No! I have to get this out! I wish you'd be my lover for always, 'cause 
I've really fallen for you, and that…um…"
	"Go on," Helia asked, feeling a little breathless.
	"And that you'd, ah, keep the ability to change your breast size whenever 
you want," Darby said, blushing as he completed the wish.
	"Done," she said in a whisper. Magic built up and Helia gasped as her chest 
expanded once more, until each breast was like a novelty inflatable 
football, sticking out nearly a yard from her body and topped by a nipple no 
smaller than a can of soda. Helia's body solidified with a small "pop!" and 
she fell gracefully into Darby's outstretched arms. He grinned manically at 
finding what a soft armful she was; her enormous breasts pressed against and 
nearly wrapped around him as she put her face close to his.
	"I think I can kiss you now," she whispered, blushing just a little 
herself.
	"Was that the wish?" he asked when they finally stopped to catch their 
breath.
	"Mm-hmm," she confirmed happily. 	"As a djinni, I always tried to please 
people with their wishes, but a wish has to be just right to make someone 
happy. You only get three tries! But now, I know I can please you for the 
rest of our lives," she said, snuggling close as he carried her to their 
bed; it was a little awkward, given the girth of her singular chest, but 
worth the effort, as it gave them a moment to cuddle.
	"We can please each other," he said.
	"Mm-hmm!"

	Afterward, they spooned (which was a lot easier than trying to lie down 
face-to-face) and were just quietly affectionate. His hand was between her 
legs, gently stroking her moist and puffy labia, while her hand rested on 
his semi-erect (and well-exercised) cock.
	"I wish this could go on forever," Helia finally whispered.
	"Done," he intoned, which made them both break out laughing, even as he 
reached for her.
	And they had sex happily ever after.


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