”I wish you didn’t need to tutor me ‘cause I wasn’t in any hard classes,” said Cassandra.
The sparks emerged from the wishing ring and traveled to the desk, where Cassandra’s schoolbooks disappeared.
”Oh, my God,” said Robert. “Look, why don’t you use that wishing ring to make yourself smarter?”
”Then I’d have to study and stuff instead of fuck!” pouted Cassandra.
”Well, come on, you can’t, uh, fuck 24/7,” suggested Robert, and then suddenly realized that might prompt a wish. “I promise, even if you could fuck all the time, you’d get tired of it real fast. Besides, the best sex organ is the brain.”
”Nuh-uh, the best is your cock!” exclaimed Cassandra. “I wish it was a little bigger.” Sparks flew out of the ring toward Robert’s shorts, and he felt his manhood getting even larger while staying flaccid.
”No, come on,” said Robert. “Please, just do me a favor and wish you were smarter.”
Cassandra appeared to think for a moment. “Will you fuck me if I do?” she finally asked.
”Sure,” replied Robert, hoping the smarter version of her would be a little more toned down.
”Okay, I wish I was the smartest girl in the world!” declared Cassandra.
The volcano of sparks shot out of the ring...