“Have a nice flight,” the pretty driver told Kai as she got out his luggage for him and put it on the curb. “Yeah, thanks,” he mumbled. He didn’t need to thank her. She wasn’t really a person. Not anymore. But social habits were hard to break, even when they were no longer necessary. Kai entered the airport terminal. It was completely empty. A month ago this would have been a bustling sea of people going through security and waiting to board their plane. Now there was no one to check his bag. He just rolled it through the checkpoints, setting off an alarm each time that would be ignored. He could have bypassed all this and just been dropped off on the tarmac, right in front of the plane. But this felt normal, and after the month he’d had, normal was what he needed. Kai remembered how it had all started. He’d been overseas, away from his wife, on a business trip to America. It was supposed to last a week, but then the hive mind had come. Within days, everyone was infected and stripped of their humanity. Every person on the planet was now connected to one alien being. Everyone, but Kai. For reasons unknown to him and the hive, he was immune to the bug like parasites that had captured the world. Some were inside him, analyzing his mood and biometrics, but they couldn’t sync him to the collective and control his thoughts and actions. So the hive and adopted Kai as a sort of pet. He had resisted at first, but they’d pampered him, brought him everything his heart desired, including a never ending stream of beautiful women. Kai had felt guilty about sleeping with other women, but to convince him, the hive had used his wife to call him up and give her ‘permission.’ She had expressed her heartfelt sadness to not being able to give her own body to him, and encouraged him to bed as many women as he wanted, whenever he wanted. So he had. After three weeks of hedonistic debauchery though, he missed his wife. Even though she was no longer really his wife, he wanted to go and see her, so the hive arranged for him to travel back home. Kai boarded the plane, and closed every window in first class. He was just going to close his eyes and try not to think about the fact that everything was different now. The hive had other plans though. As soon as Kai was in his seat, a beautiful flight attendant walked down the aisle towards him. Her top showed plenty of cleavage, and her skirt was incredibly short. She came right up to Kai and said, “Please allow me to stow your bag, sir.” Even knowing that this was woman was hive, he still responded with an automatic, “No, it’s fine. I can do it.” The woman smiled and said, “It’s my job to take care of you, Kai. Just sit back, and look at my body as I put your bag up.” The hive sure knew what it was doing as it gave Kai a great view of her ass.
When she finished she said, “We hope this body is to your liking. It is to be your entertainment for the flight. You should find her measurements meet your usual erotic standards.” Kai gripped his armrest tight and said, “Stop talking like that. Like you’re a we and not an individual person.” The flight attendant nodded. “I’m sorry, Kai. I keep forgetting that bothers you. ‘I’ won’t do it again.” Kai doubted that. It seemed to enjoy tormenting him in this way. “Just bring me a pillow and let me get a nap,” he fumed. She leaned down and smiled at him. “Please, Kai, let my body be your pillow. I have several soft places you can lay your head on.” And then she stood up, and showed him exactly what places she meant.
Kai knew the hive was getting him worked up. It would get him so crazy with lust that he’d fuck them on the plane. At least at 30,000 feet he’d only be able to hear her, and maybe the pilot, as they came. On the ground it was maddening to hear an entire city climax at the same time. “Maybe something to eat first,” he said, delaying what he knew was the inevitable. The flight attendant took his hand and said, “Of course. Let me show you what we have on hand.” She led him up front to where the meals were stored. “We, or…I, wasn’t able to get all your favorites for the flight,” she said. Then she whirled around and pinned him and began licking his face. “But I think I got your MOST favorite snack.” She proceeded to grind against him, and then took his hand and made her smack her ass. “It’s right here,” she said. His desire rose steadily as she kissed and licked him while allowing him to grab her thick cheeks. “We think you’re so cute when you’re horny, Kai,” she moaned. He heard her gaffe, but didn’t correct her. Instead, his eyes bulged as she turned and lowered her thong. “Go ahead, Kai. Eat up. We know you want too.”
For our two year anniversary, my wife Lilly wanted to do something really spicy in the bedroom. She talked me into going to this potion shop run by this snaggle toothed witch who cackles every time you ask her a question. I’m not sure what my wife was looking for, something to help my stamina or her sensitivity or something. She stopped when she came across a shelf laden with bottles all labeled, ‘Deepest Darkest Fantasy.’ She grabbed two and took them to the witch. “What do these do?” my wife asked. The witch cackled and said, “They’re for young couples such as yourself who want to learn what hidden fantasies your partner has.” Lilly looked eagerly at me, then said to the witch, “We’ll take two!” The witch cackled again, this time at a much higher register, then said, “Of course!” Quick as a flash the witch popped the cork from the first bottle, plucked a hair from my head, and dropped it in. She stoppered it and shook it. She proceeded to do the same to my wife. “There,” she said with a cackle of finality. She then gave me the bottle with my wife’s hair, and my wife the bottle that had mine. “Drink that, and you’ll become your lover’s most secret hidden fantasy. Then follow the instructions on the back of the label. Have fun!” With that she took my money and went off to help someone else. Lilly was very excited to get back home, but I was a little concerned about what the witch meant by most secret hidden fantasy. I mean, we all got our fantasies, but like, some are much more…kinkier than others. I hoped it meant that she would just get bigger boobs and maybe I’d have a bigger dick or something. Whatever it was, there was no talking Lilly out of drinking them the second we got home. She dragged me into the living room and made us both get naked. Then we both sat on the couch, and my wife dumped out the bottles from her purse into her hand. The two bottles that looked exactly alike. “Which one is which?” I asked nervously. Lilly also looked at them with some concern, until she said, “This one is yours. It had a little more in it than mine…I think.” I gaped at her. “You think?!” She just put a finger to my lips to shush me and said, “This is gonna be so hot! I can’t wait to be your secret desire, Mark.” And then she downed her bottle. She smirked at me and grasped her B cup boobs. “Let me guess. I’m about to grow three bust sizes or something and you’ll want to cum on my big tits?” Gosh I hope that was all that happened. She bit her lower lip and looked me up and down. “Hurry and drink yours, baby. I’m already so turned on.” I hesitated, and then followed my wife’s lead. For two minutes we just sat there, and nothing happened. And then my wife noted, “I don’t feel my boobs growing, but…I do feel a tingling in my crotch. Wait! What the hell?!” We both looked down to see a…a freaking dick pushing out from her pussy. It grew and grew and grew till the thing was like, eight long hard inches. And then two balls popped out, before her pussy disappeared entirely. Hair began appearing up and down her legs, going all the way up her chest, which suddenly deflated. She now had two pecs, and then facial hair, and suddenly, I was staring at a man. “Lilly…” I said, very confused. “Why did you just turn into a guy?” Her eyes grew big and her expression became panicky. She grabbed her phone and looked at herself in the front facing camera. “No, no, no, no!” she cried in her now very masculine sounding voice. “This is…oh shit, Mark, please, this guy means nothing to me, he’s just a delivery guy that comes into our office and the other women there think he’s cute and I guess…” I know I should be jealous, but this was just too funny. “You were going to turn me into this secret crush of yours but instead YOU drank your own potion. This is hilarious!” My wife scowled at me, which didn’t look near as cute with her manly face. “It is not! And he’s not my crush! I just…you know, sometimes you think someone is cute and you look and…" She began squirming as she looked at her rigid cock. “Mark, this thing is so hard. How do I…get it to go down?” She was looking at me in a way that made me uncomfortable, like she wanted ME to do something about that monster between her legs. Before I could let her know my thoughts on that matter, she suddenly yelped and exclaimed, “Hey! Something’s happening to YOU!” I became aware of it as soon as she said it. There was an acute tingling on my chest, like my skin was stretching and expanding, and when I looked down, it looked like two big balloons were forming there. My wife pointed with a knowing smile. “I KNEW you wanted me to have bigger…” She stopped though, becoming suddenly quiet as she focused on the rest of the changes. I could feel lengthening hair that came down to my upper back. I felt like all of me was shrinking. My lips became fuller and I had a sense of becoming more…feminine. My heart pounded in my chest as my wife pursed her lips, then yelled, “Why do you look exactly like my mother?!” Well fuck I held up my palms and said, “Hey! I didn’t know-” But my wife was still going. “You look just like the picture of her that’s on her mantle, the one when she was ten years younger. MARK! You secretly want to have sex with my mother?! I can’t believe you! You’re disgusting. You’re….AAAAHH…” she suddenly moaned as she licked her lips. “Mark,” she gasped as she gripped her cock in what might have been either pleasure or pain. “I’m so horny, and for some reason seeing you like this is only making it worse! We need to switch back! I don’t want to be reacting to the sight of my mom’s body this way!” I grabbed one of the bottles, and peeled off the label. On the other side was a set of instructions like the witch had promised. They read, “To change back, fulfill your partner’s desire. Don’t worry, the magic will help you know what that is.” We both went pale. My wife began to absently stroke herself. It was clear she was getting desperate. I felt sorry for her and said gently, “There, there.” She looked at me like I’d just grown a third head. “There there?” she repeated. “Yeah, I don’t know why I said that," I lied. "Just, uh, other than changing into this delivery guy with a huge cock, what was the rest of your desire?” My wife put hand to her face, blocking her eyes from me, then whispered, “I think…I think maybe…I secretly wanted you to fuck me with his big dick…with no protection, and…you shoot a giant load in me.” My jaw dropped in surprise at her fantasy. “Are you fucking serious?! I’m not gonna let you fuck me with that thing!” My wife looked at me pitifully and said, “Well…can you do something else! This thing is so hard! I need you to help me. Please Mark!” I sighed and said, “Well…I guess…maybe I can…show you how to jerk it properly.” I couldn’t believe what I did next. I took my hand, and wrapped it around my wife’s shaft. My new feminine hand looked so much smaller wrapped around this thing. “Okay, baby. Sh sh sh. It’s okay. Mommy’s here. We can get through this. I’m gonna make you feel sooo much better.” Lilly grunted as I began to pump her dick, but asked irritably, “Why are you talking like that?!” I let out a breath and tried to keep a tight grasp on her cock. “Um…that might have to do with my darkest fantasy. It wasn’t just you turning into your mom, it was that…you’d also BE motherly to me. You know, like the way she dotes on me when we go over to her house.” My wife’s fists clenched. “You fucking pig! I’m gonna-” But I felt the words bubble out of me as I shushed her again. “If you want me to keep stroking you, young man, you will watch your language.” As soon as I stopped talking, I clamped my own hand over my pouty lips. Despite what I said my wife moaned and said, “Okay. Okay. Whatever you want. Just please, keep doing what you’re doing.” We sat there in relative silence as I kept jerking off her dick. It was standing straight up. The thing looked huge from where I was sitting. I could feel my chest wobbling as I picked up the pace. I wanted to check out the big tits I knew that were bouncing up and down as I jerked this cock, but it just seemed so important to help this young man, er, my wife, to feel better by getting him off. Suddenly Lilly tensed. “Wait…wait something’s not right. Something down there…it feels too intense. I think you should stop.” I shook my head and said, “That means you’re close, baby. You’re almost there. Why don’t you look at my big tits, baby. And then cum for me. Go ahead. Cum for mommy.” I heard my wife groan, then lean her head back in ecstasy.
All of a sudden a torrent of jizz geysered out of that impressive virile cock. Once. Twice. Three times it shot out! “Whoa!” I exclaimed in shock at how much there’d been. My wife had really wanted to feel that pumped into her?! My voice was still sweet and syrupy as I said, “Feel better, baby?” My wife laid back, panting. She finally said, “A little, but…I’m still hard. Like, I feel I could go again. But…why? Why am I still this guy?” I looked down at myself. I was a damn fine woman. This young man was lucky to be with someone like me. I licked my lips and said, “Um…Lilly…I think we have to fulfill the the fantasy completely before we can change back. So…I mean…I’m not saying I want to, but…the magic is kinda making me want to lead you to the bedroom, so you can put your next big load…in Momma’s pussy.”
I’m pretty sure my dad has always been a lazy piece of shit. He always sits on the couch, drinking beer, watching tv. I’d go to school and come back, and it would look like he hadn’t moved an inch. No wonder mom walked out on him when I was little. Still, we always had money though, although I never understood how. Finally at eighteen, I got up the nerve to ask him. “Dad, as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never had a job. How do we like, pay bills and have money for food and other stuff.” Like Dad’s newest cell phone that always seemed to be in his hand. He chuckled, and looked me over. “You sure you wanna know?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye. He looked back at his phone as he answered, “I got an OnlyFans.” I blinked. I was sure he was joking. He was a fat slob in his late forties. Who on earth would pay money to see HIM!? “Dad, uh, no offense, but…” He interrupted and explained, “I don’t look like this when I take my pics and videos.” I grimaced, wondering what Dad meant by that. He looked at me again and said, “It’ll just be easier if I show you. Here, hold my beer.” I took the beer from his free hand. “Don’t freak out,” he warned. And then I heard popping and snapping as my Dad’s body…began to change. His clothes blurred, then melted into his skin. The last thing I wanted was to see my father naked. Thankfully he still had on a pair of red jockey shorts. His face began shrinking, becoming smaller and petite. His whole body was doing that I noticed. His chest hair, arm hair, leg hair, seemed to have migrated to the top of his bald head. It was becoming blond hair connected to his scalp! His beer belly moved up to his chest, and formed a pair of breasts. In the shock of it all, I dropped the beer. “Shit,” I said as I looked down at the mess I’d made. Most of his had landed on dad’s smooth feet and legs. When I looked back up to see how mad he was, my dad was…all woman. He’d even changed the red jockey shorts into a pink thong. His pretty face leered at me and said in a high bubbly voice, “I’m gonna make you clean that up in a second, but first, I don’t wanna waste an opportunity to make my followers happy. She, er, he, typed in his phone, and a second later held it out for a livestream. “Hey guys! I was feeling super horny so I decided to flick the bean and thought you might want to see!” My body responded to the sight of a hot naked woman sitting where my dad had been moments ago. I shifted, trying to keep my boner under control, but it was starting to tent my pants. My dad kept going. “Today is very special, because you should know though, I’m not alone. I have a very special guest.” Dad looked at my crotch, and smiled deviously. “He’s a young man who seems…very excited to watch. But first, he’s got to lick the beer he just spilled off my feet.” Not wanting my voice to be heard on the feed, I shook my head. Dad’s response was to slide a hand underneath his thong and begin to play with his pussy.
“Go ahead, baby,” he said seductively. “I won’t bite. That costs extra.” He began to pan the camera over to me, but I said, “Stop, I’ll do it, I’ll do it.” Dad giggled. “See, I told you I had a guest,” he told his audience. “Get to licking young man.” I slowly got down on my hands and knees, and began to lick my father’s feminine leg. The beer was bitter, but his skin was so smooth. “That tickles,” he said softly. “But it feels good. Should I let him go higher?” He laughed as the comments came rolling in. “Okay, I’ll tell him. They want you to go higher please. Much higher.” I did. Up to the knees, to the thighs, and then I noticed the thong had melted away, and there was a completely smooth pussy an inch away. My dad said softly, “There’s no spilled beer where you’re looking, but if you agree to lick there on a regular basis, I’ll give you a share of my profits.” Instead of backing away, I gave dad even more license to be even lazier. I do ALL the cooking and cleaning and errands now, and in return, dad gives me pussy whenever I want it.
I had had a blast visiting my friends in the city, but I’d lost track of time. My lungs now burned as I raced to get to the train. If I didn’t make it, I’d be stranded here till morning. I got to the ticket office at five minutes before it was scheduled to leave. I reached for my purse, and discovered…it wasn’t there. I must have left it at a shop! I didn’t even have my phone. “Do you want a ticket, miss?” the man behind the counter asked. I frowned. “Yes, but I don’t have any money.” His face leered at me as he asked, “How old are you?” Right then I knew what he was going to suggest. “Eighteen,” I said as my frown morphed into a scowl. “Excellent,” he said. “You can ride for free in the Stealth Control Car.” This was the reason my mom and dad always made sure I had enough money for a ride to and from the city. The alternative for any attractive adult that couldn’t afford a ticket, was the Stealth Control Car, where supposedly anyone with a computer and a Stealth Control account could take control of my body without my knowledge. I had rumors of people doing all sorts of scandalous things, but I figured those weren’t real. Those people were just perverts. Not me though. I’m not a prude, but I’m certainly no slut. Still, I did not like the way this man was smiling at me. “Sure,” I said irritably. “Sign me up.” He made me sign a form, then put a silver bracelet on my right wrist. He then let me hurry on my way. I got into the train just as the doors were closing. Inside, an usher, another man, flashed a toothy grin at my bracelet. He quickly ushered me to the Stealth Control Car. I was hoping I’d be the only one that needed to ride for free. Unfortunately, there was another person, a guy. Not a bad looking one either. As I looked at him, I felt a tingle on my wrist where the bracelet was. It traveled all the way up my arm, and right to my head. “You wanna fuck this body?” I asked the good looking guy. Like I said, I’m not a prude. I’m also usually not this forward, but…I mean, this guy is in the Stealth Control Car. It kinda seems like we have a good excuse to misbehave. The guy grinned at me, then froze up for a second, before he reached down his pants. “Holy shit holy shit! I’ve got a dick!” he exclaimed. This guy was not the brightest bulb, but at least he had the equipment I wanted. He pulled his pants and underwear down. The dude couldn’t seem to keep his hands off his junk. I proceeded to get fully naked. I mean, this train ride wasn’t gonna last forever, so we should just get down to it. I turned around and leaned against the wall, sticking my butt out towards his cock. “Go ahead and stick it in,” I said. “This bitch is already super wet.” I heard the guy give a low moan as he looked at me. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, then he took a finger and slid it up my slit. “Damn!” he said. “This slut gets even wetter than me.” I felt him grab my hips, and awkwardly try to slam into me. “First timer,” I teased. “Here, let me help.” I reached back, and helped guide his cock into my pussy. In no time he was slamming into me, and our moans filled the small space. “I wanna record this and send it to my email,” the guy said. I was about to protest, but instead suggested, “Let’s go into the restroom. It’s got a mirror. It’ll make it easier.” He pulled out of me, and we went into an even smaller space. It did have a big mirror though. The next thing I did was crazy, but…there was just nowhere else to go. I stepped into the toilet, and hoped it was clean. I bent over again, and this time he slipped inside without my assistance. “Send a copy to my email too,” I said boldly. I then proceeded to say an email I don’t ever remember creating, but must have at some point. He agreed, and then held up the phone and hit record.
I should have been embarrassed, but I was just so turned on. I even slipped my hand down while he fucked me and started rubbing my clit. Before he came, he lifted up my slender frame and put me on the sink. We were so into the moment that I even let him finish in me. After we both came, we didn’t hold each other. We kinda just both froze up, and I felt that same tingle in my head. Then we both looked at each other sheepishly. NOW I was embarrassed. We put our clothes on, and soon after, I got to exit at my station. As I got off, I realized, I never even got that guy’s name! I sighed. Next time I’ll make sure I don’t forget my purse. I know no one actually took over my body, but it’s just too easy to use that as an excuse to let go of your inhibitions.
My wife, Jamie, isn’t a prude or anything. Over 21 years of marriage, we’ve had some pretty adventurous sex. That still didn’t mean I wanted her to find my browser history. I’d accidentally left my tabs open last time, and so she got a glimpse of my recent kinks. Ones that made me look like a giant pervert, all things considered. She’d called me into the room, pointed at the screen and said with stern curiosity, “This is what you’re into? Cheerleaders and Daddy Daughter porn?!” Faced with such damning evidence, I didn’t see the point in lying. “Uh…yeah, I suppose so.” My wife looked back to the screen, then at me, and asked pointedly, “Is this because of Addison?” Addison is our 19 year old daughter. She’s currently attending university on scholarship…for cheerleading. I REALLY wanted to lie now, but like I said, damning evidence. “I mean, her uniform doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination,” I argued, “and her body…I’m sorry, but…she’s clearly got your genes, and…” My wife put up a hand up to stop me. “Well, this can’t continue," she said firmly. I shrugged. “Look, it’s just fantasy. Nothing is ever gonna happen.” My wife looked thoughtfully at me for half a minute, then asked, “What if I help you get it out of your system?” My jaw hit the floor at that one. “How do you…mean?” I asked, not at all understanding. “My friend Alice had a set of talismans that allow you to switch bodies with someone. She and her husband used it to spice up their marriage. She told me about them after…after I complained a little about our sex life. She told me that I could have them if I thought it could help." Talismans? That swap bodies? It sounded crazy, but I was more focused on my wife’s assessment of our sex life. I agreed with her though. Over the last year, we’d been on a steady decline. But I didn’t see how these talismans were going to fix things. “So, what are you proposing?” I asked cautiously. Jamie just smiled and said, “Addison will be visiting us this weekend. You just leave it to me.” Was my wife going to do what I think she’s going to do? I asked her for more details, but she wouldn’t confirm or deny anything. When Addison arrived that weekend, she brought with her a mountain of laundry. She always does. I noticed my wife immediately go through the overstuffed laundry bag until she she pulled out…my daughter’s college cheerleader outfit. She got it into the washer first thing. Later that night Jamie told me, “I spoke to her, and Addison has agreed to let me swap bodies with her tomorrow, no questions asked. In exchange, she’s taking herself shopping in my body, with my credit cards.” The next morning I watched as my daughter, now in my wife’s body, waved goodbye to me before she walked happily out the door to spend more money than I wanted to think about. A few minutes later, Jamie came downstairs, in Addison’s body, wearing the cheerleader uniform. “Hi, Daddy,” she said, already in character. She giggled as I let myself look at her, like, REALLY look at her. She spun around and showed me that there were no skivvies, or panties on, underneath her skirt. I began to undress right there in the living room. I’m pretty sure I was harder than I’d ever been, something my wife noticed when I pulled my boxers down. “Wow, Daddy! Is that for me?” She was smiling ear to ear as she raised her arms above her head in a V shape and said in a loud voice, “Gimme a D!” She bounded to the couch and laid down across it. Then she leaned her head back over the armrest, and opened her mouth. I didn’t need any further instructions. I went over to her and roughly yanked her sweater up, exposing my daughter’s perky tits. Then I lined up my dick, and impaled her throat with it.
My wife would have started gagging and choking if I’d done that to her in her actual body. What did it say about my daughter that I could see my rod filling up Addison’s esophagus, and she was able to take it without a sound. I sight of my daughter and the feel of her wet mouth made me cum way too quick. After Jamie swallowed it all down, she told me that Addison’s tongue seemed to like the taste. I’d chuckled nervously, and wondered how much head my wife was giving to the men in college. Jamie loved how flexible and spry she felt in our daughter’s body, and proceeded to randomly do cheer routines for me throughout the day. We fucked two more times before Addison came home. By that time, Jamie had dressed her daughter in just a baggy sweater and leggings. The girls removed the talismans and switched back. My wife and I held our breath as we watched Addison smack her lips and shift her hips. “What…did you guys get up to in my body, Mom?" she finally asked. I feel…sore in places, and…did you like, make me swallow a whole bottle of mouthwash?" Jamie shook her head. “No questions asked, remember?” Addison gave me an odd look, then went to her bedroom. “Did you get it out of your system?” my wife asked. I smiled at her sheepishly. “Uh, if anything, I think it’s worse now.” My wife bit her lower lip and eyed me hungrily. “Good, because your dick felt soooo big in her tight pussy. I’m totally on board for doing it again, Daddy," she added with a wink. "I’m sure I can talk her into it swap, provided she gets another shopping trip.” I nodded, hoping I wasn’t gonna have to take out a second mortgage before this was all said and done.
Terri had just come into her witchy powers at 18 years of age. Now she wanted to show them off to her boyfriend, Billy. The problem was that Billy’s mom hated her. Mrs. Madison was the exact opposite of Terri. Whereas Terri was black hair, black lipstick, and Black Sabbath, Mrs. Madison was more the ultra conservative, always wearing a dress trad wife, you better not be taking my son’s virginity type. Terri thought Mrs. Madison’s overprotectiveness of her son was ridiculous. Bill was 19! They should be able to fuck as much as they wanted. But Mrs. Madison did a pretty good job of keeping them apart. Terri was pretty sure her newfound magic could provide the opening she needed. It was a spell that would stop Bill’s mom from being a problem, and make her the solution. Bill was in his room when he heard the doorbell ring. He listened and heard his girlfriend’s muffled voice, then his mom said something back, but she sounded angry, and then a door slammed, and footsteps came tromping loudly towards his room. His bedroom door was flown open, and his mother looked at him with pure loathing in her eyes. “I want you to break up with that girl, Billy!” she said as she drew near him. Billy frowned. “Why, ma? What’d she do?” His mom surprised him by yanking the top of her dress down, exposing her sizeable boobs as she answered her son’s question. “She said she was gonna possess me so that you and her could finally have…well, relations, but she said another word that I will not repeat.” She then pulled down her panties, and climbed onto his bed and began fiddling with his pants. “Mom, what are you doing?!” Billy exclaimed. “I don’t want you seeing her anymore, Billy. She’s a terrible influence. I think she might even be into witchcraft!” She extracted Billy’s cock, which had become stiff thanks to seeing his mom’s big tits, and positioned herself on top of it.
Billy felt his mother’s wet pussy sink down onto his member, and he began to moan. “Billy, Billy! Stop making those sounds and listen to me! This is important! You must not-” but then Billy saw his mom’s eyes glaze over. A second later she said, “It’s me in here, babe. It’s Terri. Your mom still thinks she’s talking. Isn’t this cool! I possessed her, and she’s not even aware that I’m using her to take your virginity right now! We can finally be together as much as we want, and fuck whenever we want!” Billy wasn’t sure he wanted to keep doing it with his girlfriend in his mother’s body, but at the moment, he wasn’t going to argue, especially as Terri kept on talking while she bounced on him. “I’m glad you were able to get so hard. Wasn’t sure since I was in your mom’s body. Sorry you had to settle for her loose snatch instead of my tight pussy. I’ll understand if it takes you longer to-OH! Well, I guess that answers that question! Aw, your mommy would be so upset if she knew she just helped me take your virginity.”
“Don’t get me wrong darlin’,” Betty Lou said one night while she was letting me go balls deep in my wife’s pussy. “I like having you as a regular, but it would be great if I was able to get more clientele. A girl’s gotta be able to make a living you know.” It was funny that Betty Lou was concerned with making a living, since she was a ghost and all. Our house had been a brothel ages ago, and Betty Lou had been its star attraction. Everyone wanted to sleep with her. I’m not sure how she died, but I know it must have been in the house, since she couldn’t seem to leave it. For the past few months, if my wife Ashley wasn’t in the mood, Betty Lou would possess her, and for just a quarter, or two bits as Betty Lou called it, I could have my way with my wife’s body. It had been a terrific arrangement, but now Betty Lou wanted more…customers. I told Betty Lou I’d see what I could do, but didn’t really want my wife fucking another guy. Betty Lou told me she was used to guys getting all jealous over her, then told me it didn’t have to be a man. That thought ratted around in my head for a few days, but I had no idea what to do with it. Until my wife came home one day after work and said, “You’ll never guess what just happened. My boss’s wife just hit on me!” I tried not to seem too excited as Ashley explained how her boss’s trophy wife Trish propositioned her with a casual lesbian hookup. She’d confessed to being marrying for money, but preferred the company of women. “And get this!” Ashley exclaimed, coming to the end of her rant. “My boss is cool with his wife doing this, as long as Trish is able to get the other woman to let her record it so he can watch it later! That’s when I laughed in her face, because c’mon! Who would agree to that?” I’d laughed along with her, and then later, discreetly contacted Trish using my wife’s phone. Trish had answered on the second ring. “Hey, uh, if you’re serious about sleeping with Ashley, wire $200 dollars to an account I’ll send you from another number. Then come to my house tomorrow night. Wear something slutty. Oh, and bring a quarter.” Trish asked if I was joking, but I assured her I wasn’t. The money was in my bank account by morning. Before Trish arrived, I got Betty Lou to possess Ashley so I could fill her in. “Okay, so I got you a new client. It’s a woman. She finds Ashley very attractive, so you just need to-” But Betty Lou interrupted me by putting a finger to my lips. “Sugar, please, I know what a woman wants more than you EVER will.” When Trish arrived a short while later, I eyed her oversized coat. Trish let it drop to the floor, revealing steamy black lingerie. “Slutty enough for you?” she teased. I nodded my approval, and led her up to the guest bedroom. “So, what are you?” Trish asked curiously. “Her husband, or her pimp?” I chuckled, and admitted, “Might be both.” Trish entered, and beheld my wife in a tight white outfit that did a great job of hugging her curves. “I’ll set up the camera,” I said. They ignored me, and began to kiss one another. Betty Lou laid Trish onto the bed as I hit record. Originally, I was gonna leave, but since they weren’t kicking me out, I stayed and watched the whole thing. It was crazy hot to see my conservative wife kiss and finger the attractive blonde to orgasm after orgasm.
Finally, Trish asked if she could eat my wife out. Betty Lou giggled at that. “You wanna service me?! Well, the customer is always right!” Betty Lou laid back and spread my wife’s legs invitingly. “Go right ahead, sweetie. If you can make me cum with that sexy tongue of yours, I’ll give you an extra 30 minutes on the house.”
Trish eagerly licked my wife’s cunt, making Betty Lou shudder in delight. The whole session lasted 90 minutes, at which point Betty Lou said, “Well, you were really fun, Trish. Just put the two bits on the dresser by the door. If you ever wanna go again, you know where to find me.” Trish had been confused at first, but then said, “Oh, yes, the quarter.” She fished it out of her purse, and tentatively put it on the dresser, at which point she received a big smile from Betty Lou. I then escorted Trish out. At the door, Trish said, “I gotta say, I didn’t expect how amazing Ashley would be at this. She was better than any woman I’ve ever been with. I’d…be happy to come back in a couple of weeks. I’d gladly pay the same amount of course.” I shook her hand. “It’s a deal.” She took a step outside, then turned back to me. “May I ask what was with the quarter?” I smiled back at her. “It’s a long story. See you in a couple weeks.”
Denise knew her boyfriend Colin thought she was pretty, but she never thought so herself. She thought she was too skinny, too short, too flat. But still, after months of dating, Colin had asked her to move in with him. She actually made her temporarily believe that he loved her for her. And then one night she caught him masturbating to beautiful busty woman on his phone. Colin had apologized and insisted this was just something guys did, but Denise had left the apartment in tears, under the assumption that she’d been right. That she’d never be enough for the man she loved. She walked aimlessly for an hour, until she came across a vending machine. Inside it wasn’t chips or soda, but sticks that promised to grant one wish. She knew it was stupid, but she put in a dollar anyway. The machine dispensed a stick. She promptly snapped it in half, and said, “I wish that I would always be the object of Colin’s affections.” Right after she said it, she felt…silly. She dumped the broken stick in a garbage can, and headed back to her apartment. When she got there, Colin was waiting for her. He apologized again, and they made up with some late night sex. By the next morning, Denise had forgotten all about the wish. By midmorning, Colin came home from work, complaining about his back. He said he was just going to take some medicine and lie down, but Denise insisted on taking him to the doctor. They checked in, and sat down in the waiting room. A short while later, a busty brunette in a pink top, and a bald man who was probably her boyfriend, sat down next to them. There was a few moments of silence, and then the brunette gave Colin a very friendly, “Hello.” Colin smiled back.
Suddenly Denise felt very warm all over her body. Before Colin could say anything, she grabbed him by the collar and said, “I need to talk to you in private.” Colin let his panicking girlfriend drag him to a vacant room with a lot of medical equipment and two beds. “What’s wrong?” he finally asked as she brought him over to one of the beds. “You liked her, didn’t you.” Denise said. It wasn’t an accusation, just more of a factual statement. Colin HAD found the brunette attractive, but given what happened last night, he wasn’t about to admit it. “I’m not sure who you mean,” he lied. But then he saw his girlfriend’s dark skin begin to lighten. Her hair grew out. She gained a few inches in height, and gained even more in the chest area. Within seconds, Denise had shapeshifted into an identical copy of the woman in the waiting room, right down to the pink top. “What is happening?!” Colin exclaimed. In response, Denise shoved him onto the bed. “You wanted her, here she is,” she purred as she groped her larger boobs before beginning to unbutton her boyfriend’s pants.”Let me give you what you want.”
Colin didn’t try to stop her from taking out his cock, but he did stick to his story. “Denise, how did you…No! I didn’t want her at all! She just smiled at me, and I smiled back. I was being polite!” Denise was now on the bed with him. “That’s not true, Colin. I saw the way you looked at her. You imagined her naked. You thought about her boobs. About her lips. You imagined them wrapped around your dick.”. She pulled down the pink top, given her boyfriend the glimpse of the boobs that she somehow knew he’d fantasized about. And without another word, Denise leaned down, and took her boyfriend into her mouth.
“Denise! What hell…ahhhh,” Colin moaned. Denise had never sucked him off like this. It somehow matched the fantasy he had of that woman in the waiting room. That she’d be all bubbly and nice but then use that cheerful mouth to give the sluttiest blowjobs. She even licked his balls! She only came up for air once, and it was to say, “Fill up my mouth, Colin. I want to feel your cum sliding down my throat.”
And then she took him deep, and that’s all it took. She swallowed every drop, and seconds later, she transformed back into herself. “Denise,” Colin panted. “What the hell WAS that?!” Denise crossed her arms over her chest as the realization hit her. “Um…Colin, I think I might have fucked up.”
What started as me trying to intimidate this bratty student had turned into something intensely taboo. I mean, I could lose my job for this! But it was also sensationally hot. I hoped I’d be able to talk Tara into being discreet about what we’d done in detention, but for the moment, I couldn’t help but be swept away in our combined passions. I stood up and said,“C’mon, let’s get all the way naked!” I grabbed her black top and roughly pushed it up and over her head. I then turned and began to take off pulled down my skirt. Tara’s hands went to it immediately. “I knew she was hiding a big booty underneath those flowering skirts she wears,” she exclaimed. She really surprised me then by leaning down, and giving it a soft wet kiss. “She’s called you an ass kisser before Stu,” I said, “But I don’t think she ever meant it literally.”
“I couldn’t help myself,” Tara said appreciatively. “It’s such a perfect milf ass.” Both her hands claimed a cheek. She lifted them, and her palms came down hard. A sharp smack filled the classroom, and it made my pussy ache. I heard myself sigh. “Go ahead, man,” I said. “Get it out of your system.” I’m not quite sure what I meant by that, but before I could think on it more, I felt Tara’s face go right between my cheeks and…she motorboated my ass. I’ve never even had my husband do that!
Tara did that for several seconds. Finally I said, “Alright dude, that’s enough. The front demands equal time.” I turned around. My butt was wet from Tara’s slobber, but I sat it right down on my desk and spread my legs. “Let’s see how much you love her pussy,” I demanded. It turned out, Tara liked it a lot, because she went right to licking it. It was a little clumsy, like, my husband could do it better, but her enthusiasm was unmatched. Very quickly my body was trembling with pleasure. “Who needs girlfriends,” I said happily. And then I hoisted up my left boob, and sucked on my tit.
As I did, I couldn’t help but regret not ever experimenting in college.
Apparently I crossed a line when I accidentally motorboated Mrs. Johnson’s big tits, because next thing I know she’s grabbing me by the hair and leading me to her desk. She shoved me down onto it and started spanking me! That pissed me off, and to show it, I moaned, letting her know she wasn’t hurting me. So she reached back and spanked me again! Well fuck her. “Why don’t you take off my jeans so I can really feel it,” I taunted. A second later Mrs. Johnson was fumbling with my pants, and then yanking them down. As her hands began to grope my butt I heard her exclaime, “Oh fuck, Stu, she’s wearing fishnets!”
“Hey, stay in character, Dennis,” I snapped back. “Okay,” I huffed. I guess we were both thinking about the two other people that should have been here. The ones that should be RIGHTFULLY serving this detention. Instead it’s just me and this teacher who is on a serious power trip right now. I felt her fingers curl around my fishnet stockings. She slid them down to reveal my bare ass. This has gone far enough, so I opened my mouth and said, “I’m super wet, Mrs. Johnson. Go ahead and, uh, put a finger in me.” I guess I’m still deciding to play chicken. Mrs. Johnson is sure to back down n-aah! She just put two fingers in me! I both felt it AND heard it cause even though this is crazy fucked up, I am SO fucking wet! It’s gotta be because I know how wrong this is. Maybe that’s why she’s not stopping either. Because we’re both being swept along by this forbidden roller coaster we’re on. My theory is confirmed when I feel Mrs. Johnson literally kiss my ass.
“It feels so weird having something inside me, but so good,” I confessed as she began to piston me with her fingers. Mrs. Johnson must like it rough. She was fingering me like a guy who had never done it before. My body was super into it though, and my pussy reflexively clamped down on her digits. As I moaned she said, “Do you know how many times I’ve stared at Tara’s butt. And now it’s right here.” I felt Mrs. Johnson’s tongue lick my smooth ass. I never knew my teacher had a secret crush on me!
I was on my planning period trying to get caught up on grading when my pa system squawked, “Mrs. Johnson, the principal would like to see you in his office.” This is why I can’t keep up. Too many meetings about parental complaints or unruly students or unfair assignments. I wonder which it would be this time. I stood and smoothed my blouse. My camisole was in its proper place, making sure I didn’t give any students or the principal an eyeful of my bust. Not that that wouldn’t stop them from staring. The curse of having a big chest. I stepped into the principal’s office just as Tara was getting up out of a chair. She looked very annoyed at something. “See you in a few hours I guess,” she muttered to me under her breath, and then left the room. “What was that all about?” I asked Principal Morris. His response was to look me up and down in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. I actually looked down at my chest, and sure enough, I wasn’t flaunting anything. When I looked back, he was gesturing for me to sit. I did so, hoping this would be fast so I could get back to grading. He poured me a glass of water and said, “You look thirsty, Mrs. Johnson.” In truth I wasn’t, but to avoid being rude, I took the offered glass, and took a sip. I immediately wished I hadn’t, as the water tasted…off, like…like metallic rust. “You’re going to be in charge of a special detention for Tara,” Morris said. I shook my head. “I can’t. I have to pick up my daughter from the elementary school right after last period and-” He waved me off. “Get someone else to do it. You’re gonna be staying late today.” I tilted my head, and tried not to say the choice words I was thinking right now to my boss. And then I felt a tingle in my head. After it passed I said, “I’m in. Did you tell her?” I guess I wasn’t gonna argue. “Yeah,” the principal said. “But she’s trying to make excuses. Pull up her phone when you get back to her class and find someone to take care of her kid. Her husband or mom or whatever.” Morris was being rude, but he wasn’t wrong. I had options. I’d text my husband when I got back to my class. “So should I go back there now?” I asked, wanting to know if I was dismissed so I could get back to grading. The principal eyed my chest, then said with a lewd grin, “Why don’t you help her air out her tits first.” Men are such pigs! I had thought Morris was one of the good ones, but in the end, they all want the same thing. I kept my face smooth, even smiled, but inside I was boiling with contempt for the man as I reached down and removed the camisole. I then pulled down my blue blouse a bit, hoping he would feel embarrassed for getting what he wanted. He wasn’t. He actually licked his lips before saying, “Detention is gonna be so hot.” I nodded because the air conditioner in my room had indeed been having some problems. “It sure will be,” I agreed. Then I stood and walked out of his office. The second I was out in the hallway, I felt so exposed. I’d left the camisole in the principal’s office! I wanted to go back, but I was too embarrassed. I kept a hand over my chest all the way back to my classroom. When I got there, I felt that tingle in my head again. I picked up my phone to text my husband to bring me a spare camisole, but instead my fingers texted him to pick up our daughter after school because I was in charge of detention today. Then I pushed up my boobs and squeezed them. They were pretty great I suppose. They had definitely helped me land my good looking husband. He loved to play with them like this, and knew how to tease my nipples until I was properly worked up. I sighed as I felt my pussy dampen. What was I doing?! I was making myself horny right before… The bell rang. I pushed my libido now, and focused on my next class. A few times I found myself bending low in front of some students. I don’t know why, but I didn’t make any attempt to cover boobs that threatened to spill out of my blouse. Probably because I was thinking about letting my husband have at me tonight. I had every male students’ attention, and a lot of the girls. Well, at least they were behaving. At last it was the end of the day, and Tara walked sullenly into my classroom. It was just the two of us. “Where are Dennis and Stu?” she snapped. I didn’t care for her tone. Tara wasn’t my favorite student, but she usually wasn’t a problem either. I decided she needed to be reminded who was in charge here. “Oh, Dennis is very close,” I said as I stood and walked towards her. “And Stu will be joining us very soon.” I leaned over her desk and said firmly, “You tried to make trouble for us. So we’re gonna use you to test out the stealth control program we set up.” I’m not sure what I meant by that last part, but it was very true that Tara had made trouble for me and Principal Morris. I wasn’t even supposed to be here right now. Tara looked aghast that I would touch her. Good. I leaned in even more, and brought my face dangerously close to hers, and…oops. I totally slipped and our lips touched. That was embarrassing, but I knew not to show weakness. “Anytime now dummy,” I said. I usually didn’t call my students names, but this time it seemed appropriate. But a second later she was grinning like an idiot and telling me to take my tits out. Of all the nerve! She clearly thought that would send me running back behind my desk, but instead, I boldly pulled down my top, then my bra, and shoved my big tits in her face. That should shut her up. What I didn’t expect was for her to grab them. My body reacted like I’d touched a live wire. Every part of me tingled. I should have shoved her off, then told her off. But suddenly the little slut had her mouth on my sensitive nipples, and I found myself batting them about her face.
After several seconds, my mind cleared. This was so inappropriate. I had to take charge. I grabbed Tara by the hair and marched her to my desk where I made her bend over it. “You’ve been a bad girl, Tara, and bad girls get spankings,” I announced. My hand proceeded to smack her bottom. She didn’t cry out, she just moaned. I brought my hand between her legs, momentarily frustrated that she wasn’t getting the message. So I brought my hand back, and smacked her butt even harder.
I couldn’t believe I was going to be serving detention with Dennis and Stu. I’d caught them installing some weird electronics in Mrs. Johnson’s classroom. I assumed it was some camera or something that would let them spy on her and my classmates. I usually don’t snitch, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let those pervs get an opportunity like that! So yeah, I totally sold them out to the principal. I was in the middle of telling him everything when he suddenly sat up straight and gave me a creepy ass smile. He poured me a cup of water from a thermos on his desk and told me to have a drink. The water tasted kinda funny, like, metallic. I was gonna ask the principal about it, but then he told me that Dennis and Stu had already told him that I was in on their pervy scheme! I tried to deny it, but he informed me I now had detention in Mrs. Johnson’s room. and I’d turned them in. I left super pissed. Serves me right for trying to do the right thing I guess. Now I was gonna be stuck in a room with those insufferable nerds as they eye banged Mrs. Johnson for the next hour. It’s not her fault for having big boobs! The moment I walked into the classroom, I felt a tingle in my head. Weird. It went away though as I went and sat down at a desk. It pissed me off further that I was the only one present. “Where are Dennis and Stu?” I demanded. Mrs. Johnson gave me a lopsided smile, as if she knew a secret.
“Oh, Dennis is very close,” she said as she stood up. “And Stu will be joining us very soon.” I shuffled uneasily in my seat as she walked slowly towards me.
Mrs. Johnson usually does a better job of covering up her big ol’ naturals. Right now though she’s just letting them spill out. Dennis and Stu would be openly drooling if they saw all this cleavage that was headed my way. Mrs. Johnson got right up in front of me, and leaned over my desk. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what the hell she was doing?! “You tried to make trouble for us,” she said. “So we’re gonna use you to test out the stealth control program we set up.” And then Mrs. Johnson put a hand on my leg!
“Uh, get your hand off of me,” I said, clearly disgusted. “That’s not what you’ll be saying in a minute,” she replied confidently. And next thing I know her face is coming straight towards me. Before I react, her lips momentarily touch mine. I jerked my head away so fast. “What do you think you’re doing!” I yelled.
Mrs. Johnson huffed and said, “Anytime now, dummy.” I didn’t know what she meant, but a second later, I felt my head buzz again. “Whoa!” I exclaimed. “Sorry man, took me a second to get the headset on. What are you waiting for?! Get those puppies out!” I figured if Mrs. Johnson was gonna act all inappropriate, I’d just all her bluff. But to my surprise, she pulled down her top and pushed down her bra, and suddenly all I could see was Mrs. Johnson’s impressive chest. And then she shoved em right in my face. I was so startled I reflexively reached up and gave them a squeeze.
“How come we never go back to YOUR place?” Jack asked his girlfriend of two months. Lucy looked at her boyfriend thoughtfully for a moment, and then decided to tell him the truth. “Because it’s haunted.” Jack burst out laughing, but quickly stopped when he saw that his girlfriend wasn’t kidding. “Well now I want to go over even more,” Jack quipped, still not taking her seriously. Lucy arched an eyebrow and said, “If I take you there right now you’ll see that I’m not lying.” “Yeah?” Jack smirked. “Cause the place will be filled with floating sheets that go boo?” Lucy shook her head. “Nope. Because they possess my body as soon as I walk in the door and make me…well, I guess take me there so you can see for yourself.” Jack drove Lucy to her house, something he’d only seen the outside until today. It was two stories, and looked old and creepy. “I got a great deal on it,” Lucy said as she stepped out of Jack’s car. “Apparently a house full of ghosts really drives the price down.” Jack slid his hand into hers as they walked up the steps of her porch. “So how come they don’t try to run you out?” They stopped at the door, and Lucy looked up into Jack’s eyes. “They don’t want to run me out, Jack. They want me to stay, because they like my body.” “What?” Jack said in surprise. And then Lucy turned the knob, and stepped into the creaky old house. Jack heard a whooshing sound as he stepped inside with her. Then he felt a cold presence blow past him. Lucy’s hair flew up like she was in a wind tunnel, and then several bits of white smoke went into her mouth, ears, and nose. She shook violently for a few seconds, and then she looked down at her body. “Let the fun begin, boys,” a low voice rumbled from Lucy’s lips as her hands began to wander over her curves. A second later Lucy’s voice spoke, “Guys, I have company.” “Aw,” a different voice whined from her mouth. “But, you’re in the house.” Lucy looked at her boyfriend as if daring him not to believe her now. “I know our deal, Terry. But things are getting serious between me and Jack here. So I brought him home today. You can keep control of my body, but I request complete control of my mouth to speak with him.” After a few moments of silence, the deep voice said, “Fine.” And then Lucy winked at Jack as the voice added, “Enjoy the show, fella. We always do.” Lucy began to walk to her living room. As she did she called back in her voice, “Looks like we’re going this way. Prepare for things to get, um, provocative.” Jack followed quickly. He was filled with morbid curiosity, and was also getting very turned on by the fact that there were actual ghosts possessing his girlfriend right now. Lucy tugged off her leggings and pulled off her shirt, and then fell back onto her couch. Jack took a seat across from his girlfriend as her hand plunged down her black panties. “I’d offer you something to drink, but I’ll be playing with myself for the next half hour,” she said.
Jack said nothing for several minutes. Just watched his girlfriend rub her pussy and grope her own chest. “Does this happen every day?” he finally asked. “Y-yeah,” she replied, her voice trembling with pleasure. She wouldn’t admit to Jack that it was a huge turn on to have him watch her so intently. She could tell by the tent in his pants that he really liked what she was being made to do. “I don’t mind though, Jack. This house was practically free, and these ghosts make me feel good.” Another whooshing sound came into the room, and hit Jack. His hands suddenly had a will of their own as they pulled down his zipper and took out his cock. “Guys, Jack isn’t part of the deal,” Lucy warned. But Jack shook his head. “No, this is just fine,” he assured her. She smiled back at him. “We’ll see what you say after they’ve made us fuck in ever room of this house. You’ll probably never want to come back here again.” “On the contrary,” Jack replied as his hand began to frantically jerk his cock. The way it was angled, it looked like he was going to be made to blow his load all over Lucy’s chest. “I think I’d rather come to your place from now on.”
