Naughty Magic: Angie pt 2

I wake up with a start, the ritual jolting me awake like a bad dream. I’m in my bed, a little warmer than I’d like under my comforter. Looking around my dorm room I notice a few, subtle changes. My picture of… Bret? Brad? What was his name? His picture is gone, replaced by one with me and my roommate, Clair. Wait, was she my roommate before? A few different nick-nacks around, unsure of who they really belong to, but everything else seems the same? I shift under the heavy blanket, my naked body mildly dripping with perspiration from the heat, and uncertainty. My roommate stirs in her own bed, curly brown locks cascading around the pretty features of her face. I absentmindedly bring a hand between my legs, wrapping my soft fingers around the firm shaft under my covers. I stroke myself, thinking of her riding my thick cock, and I bite my lip in my arousal. My hand slides up and tickles at the sensitive skin just under the head of my cock, and I pause – breath caught in my chest.

I sit up suddenly, looking down at the exposed flesh as my blanket collapses down around my waist. My firm breasts hang from my chest, somewhat smaller than they once were, maybe? Goosebumps ripple out along my skin, nipples hard in the cold air, or arousal. My flesh seems to be maybe darker than I remember, perhaps more tan than my once familiar porcelain tone. I throw my blanket to the side, and realize that I certainly didn’t have a throbbing cock where my pussy used to be! My hand slides down to the shaft, probing at the hardness as they dipped to the base. They slide into wetness, and my tender pussy lips. I moan beside myself, suddenly caught up in panic and overall horniness. A groan from the other bed snaps me from my turmoil.

“Morning, roomie. Getting started without me?” Clair seems to be the furthest from surprised as she sheds her own sheets, revealing her scantily clad body beneath. She’s wearing her crimson, silk pajamas, little more than a skimpy tank top and a thong. She walks over to my bed then joins me, leaning on one elbow next to me with her legs over the sheets. My eyes trace up and down her body, smooth caramel skin, firm bubble butt wobbling side to side playfully, cute b-cup breasts with obviously hard nipples under her top. Her green eyes stare up into mine, and she bites her lip as I meet her face. “I’ve been dreaming about it again,” she says, her hand finding its way to my new appendage.

“Um,” I say, dumbly. Clearly she’s more familiar with my ‘situation’ than I am, and appears to be comfortable with it. Not just comfortable, overly enthusiastic. Her hand slides up my cock and then back down, fingers almost expertly slipping along my labia at the base. I moan softly as I lean back, headboard supporting my body.

“Were you dreaming of me, too?” she asks seductively, bringing her face down to lick at my thick cock head. It throbs at her touch, and I groan as her tongue circles around my sensitive bulb.

“Yes,” I whisper to no one in particular, the new and exciting sensations flooding over me. She giggles, then repositions herself between my legs, and sends her down onto my erection. Her mouth wraps around me, easily swallowing the bulbous head and sliding further. Her tongue dances along the underside of my cock as she takes more and more of me inside, the warmth of her mouth enveloping my shaft. She moans around me as she goes, inching deeper into her hungry mouth. A bit of hesitation as my rod bumps the back of her throat, her tongue continuing to slide all around the sensitive skin under my shaft. She reangles her head and pushes harder, sending me beyond her mouth and into her throat. The tightness makes my head lean back, one hand digging into her soft hair. ‘No gagging and minimal effort, she’s clearly done this before,’ I think, relishing the feeling of someone sucking me off for the first time.

She sinks lower and lower, her nose buried in the small mound of flesh above my cock. Her body lowers to the bed, head tipping a bit. She slides forward burying my cock fully into her mouth and throat, and then I feel her tongue slips out around me and along the wet lips of my pussy. The feeling causes me to tremble a bit, legs under the comforter rising around her in pleasure. She moans against my cock again, her tongue slipping along and slightly into my dripping pussy. Wanting, needing more, I put both hands behind her head and pull her into me. My shaft delves completely inside, and I feel her tongue wriggle deeper into my folds. I start pushing and pulling her head, using her tight throat to draw me closer to orgasm. Tears well up and fall from her eyes as they roll up into her head with each thrust. She pushes her hands against my spread legs, and I release her. My cock slides up and out of her throat with a gag and a cough, and she gasps for air with most of my meat still in her mouth. She gets up on her elbows between my legs and sucks at the head of my cock before letting it bounce out of her mouth. It rests wetly against her face, and she smiles at me. She rises herself, licking at my shaft, then pubic mound, kisses my belly, licks up my chest and nibbles at my nipples. She comes face to face with me, her legs around mine, rock hard cock between us.

“Someone wants it rough this morning,” she says bubbly, then kisses me. My jaw clenches shut in surprise, eyes wide open at the sudden kiss, but I quickly rebound and eagerly kiss her back. Her hands rest on my shoulders, my arms wrap around her back as our mouths merge, tongues dancing warmly together. She raises herself slightly and my cock dips under her. As our kiss deepens she puts a hand between her legs, pulls her soaked panties to the side, and lowers herself onto my throbbing cock.

She moans into my mouth, and I groan into hers as her warm, wet pussy wraps around my cock. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before, the warmth enveloping me, tightness squeezing from all sides. I break our kiss, my head falling back to the headboard as she brings herself closer to the mattress. Every inch of her pussy massages me closer to my climax, and my body demands release. I thrust up into her against her downward motion. Our moans fill the air as we ride each other into our bliss, drowning out the wet slapping of flesh on flesh. I feel a pressure building within, familiar yet somehow different as my climax nears. My hand sinks down to where our legs meet, eager to help her reach her own orgasm.

She cries out, a sharp, quick squeal piercing the air around us as her body jerks and spasms against me. My hand finds her convulsing opening just before a rush of fluids drenches us both. Her pussy constricts around me, and I feel its throbbing motion both in my hand, and around my new member. She stops grinding against me as her orgasm floods over her, her legs clenching and wrapping around my waist. My movements into her become more difficult with her increased tightness, and I suddenly find my own climax erupting inside her. I moan and grunt as rope after rope of my own fluids flows out of my body, through my pulsating cock, and into her spasming folds. Her pussy seems to suck at my throbbing shaft, sucking every ounce of juice out. Her arms wrap tighter around me as our shared orgasm climbs, and my hand feels another gush of warm fluid as the pussy under my cock drenches the sheets. After what feels like several minutes, but couldn’t have been more than half of one, my cock finishes throbbing. Her inner warmth remains hot around me, but my spent erection begins deflating, blood returning to other parts of my body. I roll forward, laying her on the bed with her legs still around me.

She spasms and twitches lightly as my softening cock pulls free, her climax slowly subsiding as my lips connect with hers. I bite her lower lip, moving down her tight body. My breasts drag down her convulsing frame as my tongue flicks against one nipple under the thin fabric of her silky top, fingers twirling circles around the other. She shudders as I kiss my way down over her stomach, hands pulling the soft fabric of her small thong down her legs as I go. I lick across her slight pubic mound, her panties on the floor between my knees. My face reaches her southern set of wet, pink lips, my mouth practically drooling at the prospect of eating out another woman. I’ve never done this before – then again, I’ve never come inside anyone before, either. I close in on her fresh used pussy, a small white trail of my own cum leaking out. My arms wrap around her legs, hands circling up to her inner thighs and holding them open for me. There’s something familiar to this position between her legs, our curved positioning around the bed, my knees on the floor. I press forward, tongue extending out to meet her slick opening. She moans again with my first lick against her. I hum happily as I taste her, my tongue sliding up and down her delicious labia, grazing across her protruding clit, and dipping slightly into her folds. My face presses against her, jiggling side to side as I send my probing muscle deeper. Our juices coat my tongue and face, and I eagerly lap them all up. The taste is intoxicating, the only thoughts circling through the fog in my mind being ‘more,’ ‘deeper,’ and ‘harder.’ She grinds her hips into my face, urging me on. Her moaning grows into small squeals, her gyrating becoming more sporadic. As I slurp up the liquids streaming from her pussy, her fingers slide through my hair. Her hands grasp at my head as she begins quivering into another orgasm. She groans throatily, her legs pressing in around me. I keep one hand wrapped around a leg, while my other joins my drenched face. Two fingers glide easily into her pulsing pussy, my tongue busy at her sensitive bud. She screams softly and leans back onto the bed, her back against the wall as I devour the freely flowing nectar from her throbbing flower. Her hands grasp at her own breasts under her red top, kneading the tender flesh and pinching at her nipples. Full body spasms crash through her, but I keep fingering and licking at her. She cries out for me to stop, her orgasm becoming too much to handle. I begrudgingly cease licking, and my fingers slow their assault against her tight inner walls. Juices of her agonizing pleasure drip out of her pink, soaking into the sheets under the wet skin of her ass.

I spread her pussy from within with my still buried fingers, and pull them free. She jerks violently at the sudden sensation, almost sliding off the bed into me as I lift myself off the floor. Her parted lips come dangerously close to my returning erection, and I rub it up along her exposed clit. She inhales sharply, hazy eyes looking at me. We both want more, happily spending our whole day going at it, but a knock at the door shatters those plans. For now, at least. I look around frantically for something to use to cover myself, and settle on the comforter piled up at the end of the bed. I wrap it around myself, sure to hide my new, achingly hard cock, and approach the door. A shaky hand grips the knob and turns, and the door pulls open to reveal our Resident Assistant, Kayla. She’s dressed in her university sweater and gray sweatpants, a mixed look of concern and arousal in her features. 

“Is everything ok? I heard a commotion from my room.”

Her room is in the floor lobby, five doors down from ours. If she heard our activities, most of our other student neighbors probably did, too. I blush at that realization, and clear my throat. “I, uh. Clair was having a bad dream, and I’m.”

Clair comes up behind me, dressed in her skimpy top and now wearing shorts. “Angie was just helping me get over the nightmare,” she said. “It was so vivid, like I was really there.”

“Sorry for the noise,” I concluded, starting to close the door. 

“Ok, well. Maybe try to keep it down next time, and wear protection,” Kayla returned, flashing me a knowing wink. She turned and walked down the hall, away from our still open door. I was a bit taken aback at her quip, mind racing through the memories of this altered reality. Every time I almost had one memory it seemed to slip away, secrets of my past refusing to be revealed.

“Someone’s jealous,” my roommate offered, closing the door for me and kissing my cheek.

“What?” I asked, hoping to get some info without revealing that I had little to no idea what was going on.

“Kayla? The girl you hooked up with after orientation? She’s been wanting to have you again for months.” Her hand slides through the covers draped around me, fishing for my softening cock. The fingers graze against it, then turn and grasp it firmly. “But this hottie is all mine, every night and morning. And sometimes between classes.”

She winks as she drops to her knees, sliding down along the closed door. Her hand pulls my still wet cock up to her face, her head disappearing into the heavy sheet. I moan softly as I feel her lips wrap around my hardening member, her tongue lightly flicking against the tender flesh of my cock head. I let the comforter fall to the ground, revealing my nakedness to the room. One hand grasps at her hair, holding her head to me as I thrust softly into her mouth. My other hand gropes at my breast. She takes me deeper and deeper in, easily sliding into her throat. ‘How many times has this happened,’ I think, contemplating my new reality. ‘She takes me so easily, so expertly, so knowingly. She knows my cock better than I do…’

Her hand pumps back and forth on the shaft not enveloped in her mouth, my spongy tip slipping down and up in her throat. She pulls back, my cock springing free from her wet mouth with a ‘pop’ that’s almost enough to get me to shoot another load. “I love how you keep getting bigger as we go,” she coos up at me, catching her breath. I look down over my heaving breasts, and see my cock sprouting out across her face, and almost touching her shoulder! ‘It was shorter than that, wasn’t it?’ I think in a slight panic. My worry seems to have gone unnoticed as she takes me back into her hungry mouth, swallowing me back down into her throat. The pleasure pushes any concern or worry away, my mind only capable of thinking about filling her stomach with my hot, sticky sperm.

An alarm sounds, her phone chirping from beside her bed. She ignores it at first, then lets me slide back out with an annoyed groan. She gets to her feet, gives me a wet kiss, then moves over to her bed to retrieve the interrupting device. I follow, wrapping my arms around her as she turns off the alarm. “Sorry Angie, you know that’s my ‘you’re about to be late’ alarm. I gotta hit the showers and get ready for class.” My disappointment must have been obvious, as she continues, “I know, I’d totally blow it off, but I’ve missed too many already. There aren’t enough classes between now and finals, but we can spend the whole winter break together.”

She kisses me again, grabs a towel and her bag, then leaves our small room. ‘We’d be able to blow more than just a few classes if we were athletes,’ I think spitefully. I perk up with hazy realization. The whole reason for this new reality, wasn’t just some weird curiosity. I was… what? I had tried some spell, obviously. Even in this new world I knew about that kinda stuff. But what was I trying to do initially? The realization was fleeing my mind like a dream. I rushed to my desk to find any clues. Surely every trace couldn’t be gone? Maybe I had tried a similar enchantment or whatever here?

I turn on my computer, rummaging through my drawers as it boots up. Not finding anything useful there, I go online. I search through my bookmarks and find a forum. It’s the same site I had used to find things in my earlier life. Same logo and everything. It takes a while to load, maybe a slow server, or bad internet connection, either way the wait was horrible! The website finally loads, and I search through all the different spells, incantations, potion recipes, anything I could have done to get me here. Most of it was above my head, but the stuff that wasn’t didn’t ring any bells. One prevalent poster catches my eye – ‘Luci’. At least half of the stuff posted had her username on it, maybe she can help!

I started a conversation with her, “HELP!!” Gotta make it stand out, “I used one of these spells, and something went wrong!” I wait for a response for a minute. Then another, and another. I’m so focused on my predicament (and possibly playing with it) that I hardly noticed half an hour went by before getting a response.

“Hello, if you’re experiencing an emergency, please call 911. Otherwise, please describe your situation, and I’ll see if I can help.”

Well, I wouldn’t really consider this a ‘911 level’ emergency, so I type in my situation. “Can’t really remember my past, have a new appendage, still seem to possess the old one…”

She responds right away this time, “New appendage? You’ll need to be specific.”

Might as well hold nothing back, “I have a large penis where my clitoris used to be, and the rest of my vagina under it. I’m also aroused all the time.” I hadn’t really noticed that until having to describe it to this internet stranger.

“Ok, I think I can help. Come by my home at 3 today.” She gave me her address, and I typed it into my phone. Fortunately she’s in the same city, how lucky is that?! I write my stream of ‘thank you’s and sign off. What does this me wear? Vague memories of short skirts, baggy jeans, yoga pants, and sweats bounce around my head, small tops are pretty clear though. I get to the closet, apparently Clair and I share the same space. I recognize her clothes on one side, what I know to be mine on the other. Shoes all over the floor. 

I grab some thick looking jeans from my side, a green “teen spirit” shirt from hers knowing it’ll make the girls pop, some boxers from my dresser drawer, and a cute pair of white sneakers. After stuffing it all into my duffel bag, I wrap a towel around my waist, another over my shoulders and draped down my breasts, and head to the shower. Awkward glances and knowing smiles greet me in the community bathroom, and I step into a shower stall quickly shutting the curtain behind me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t stroke a bit under the hot water, but I did stop myself before adding more than just soapy water to the tile floor.

After what felt like a quick eternity, I was ready to go. I grabbed my keys off of the desk, apparently I drive a Ford, here? Fortunately it had a ‘panic’ button, but despite my panicky situation I managed to remember it when I saw it just across the street from my dorm. It only took half an hour to get through the busy traffic and arrive at my destination, still an hour early. I parked the car along the curb and walked into her apartment complex. The lobby was luxurious, like the fancy hotels you see in movies. Marbled tile and columns, a chandelier, and even people inside to greet me. 

“Hello, how may I assist you?” asked the middle-aged man behind a counter.

“Uh, is there a Luci here?” I ask, suddenly aware that I forgot to get her real name. What if that’s not her name at all? What if she’s actually some guy looking to have his way with me? I didn’t even tell anyone where I was going, what is wrong with me?! 

“There is a Lucinda at this residence, would that be who you’re looking for?”

“Yeah, that’s her,” I respond, no idea if that’s actually her or not. But it’s better than meeting some creepy guy, or even just leaving with nothing. 

“You’ll find her on the tenth floor, room 1069,” he tells me. “I think you’ll find, she’s been expecting you.”

That sent a shiver down my spine. Not what he said, I had an appointment after all, but how he said it. “Ok, thanks,” I reply, trying not to sound too creeped out. I make my way over to the shiny, golden elevators and hit ‘up.’ My finger had hardly pulled away when the elevator to my right dinged open, and an astonishingly beautiful woman stepped out to greet me. Her flowing brown hair flowed behind her, about halfway down her back. She was a bit taller than me, maybe 5’9″ or so. Her flawless caramel skin was wrapped in silky blue garments, a loose shirt with sleeves dropping from her arms and then meeting back in a green bracelet at her wrists, and blue slacks to match. Her hazel eyes meet mine, lips adorned with crimson lipstick opening around my name as she greets me warmly.

“You must be Angie, I’m so happy to meet you in person!” Her arms wrap around me in an intoxicating hug, the scent of lavender entering my nose as she embraces me. “Come on, let’s see what we can do for your… situation,” she says, her eyes dipping to the slight bulge in my pants as she takes my hand and leads me into the elevator. She watches me with a smile as we ascend our way up the building. The elevator stops at level 10, and we walk down a hallway to her door. The floors are soft and decorated in elaborate designs, LED candles light the hallway from small tables. We arrive at her door, the numbering more elegant than on others. She pushes it open and guides me inside.

Her apartment is spectacular! Her living room has marbled tile floors, fuzzy rugs under a coffee table and large couch. Chairs sit next to the couch, closer to the table. The table has two burning candles and a fine, crystal chalice. Crystal cylinders hang from the ceiling, providing the room with pleasant light. The walls feature fancy, textured wallpaper, shifting from cream to a deep blue into the dining area. A large table sits in the center of that room, 10 chairs surrounding it. I see a China cabinet, rows of intricate plates and glasses proudly displayed behind the windowed doors. As we walk into her home I see the kitchen. Peach walls covered in copper pots and cooking utensils, matching the copper refrigerator and oven. The back wall opens up into a balcony, partially hidden by the crimson drapes fluttering in a gentle breeze. A hallway to the other side of the living room likely leads to the other rooms, but she guides me to the couch without an in-depth tour. The scents of lavender and vanilla put me at ease as she sits us both down.

“So,” she says cheerily, my heart fluttering as her beautiful eyes look into mine. “You had a little slip in a spell, and are having some… issues?” Her eyes dip to my groin at the pause, but trace their way back up to my face as she finishes her question.

“Yeah, I uh, don’t really remember what I was trying to do, but I don’t think I had the, um.” My response trails off, a bit too embarrassed to be so forward with the woman sitting next to me.

“Fantastic!” Her reaction was a bit unexpected, and a bit too gleeful. “Sorry, it’s just that I’ve encountered this problem before, and should be able to help.”

My excitement builds at hearing that, “Really?! Thank you, any help you can give would be, just.” I stop, thoughts swarming. What if I don’t want to go back to “normal,” whatever that was? What if there were problems I was trying to get away from, and then find myself stuck in that situation again? What if I’m better off now?

She sees the turmoil in my face and puts her hand on mine. “Everything will be ok. I’ll guide you through everything. We’ll just have to do a test to find out what spell caused this.”

“Ok, how do we do that?”

She smiles warmly at me, “I have everything set up, and all we need. But I still need something from you.”

“I can pay, I don’t have much but whatever it is I’ll work for it.”

“Oh, no,” her laugh gives me a warm feeling all over, every worry fleeing from my mind. “I’ll need a sample from you to complete the concoction. Could be some blood, a lock of hair, or saliva, but in this case it might be better to get something from the appendage in question.”

“My, uh.” My voice is shaky as I look down, the bulge in my jeans growing over my stiffening member.

“Yes, and it looks like the little fella is happy to cooperate.” Her hand slides from mine and glides it’s way up my thigh. She leans closer to me, her face next to mine, “We could make it fun, if you like.” The words whispered into my ear, and the hand resting on my cock made her request impossible to refuse. I turn to accept, but her mouth meets mine before any words could form off my trembling lip. She moans into my mouth, and I melt away at her touch. Any hesitance or resistance wash away as she moves over me, her legs straddling me. My lips part against hers, and I moan softly as I feel her tongue slide into my mouth. She expertly unfastens my belt and the button of my jeans as our tongues mingle. Her lips wrap around my slick muscle and suck lightly as my zipper descends. Her hand rubs across my boxers, up the length of my cock and over the head, then fishes it out of the soft fabric. She moans again as her hand slides up and down my shaft, her body bouncing rhythmically with each pump.

Our kiss breaks and she slides off my lap. Her knees reach the rug at the base of the couch, her face looming over my erection. She continues sliding her hand up and down my shaft, a thumb rubbing across the frenulum as she looks up at me. She bites her lip seductively, and unclasps the back of her shirt with her other hand. The thin fabric falls from her shoulders and hangs from her waist. I get a view of her magnificent caramel breasts, one perfectly positioned Hershey kiss nipple standing firm on each. They’re somewhat smaller than mine, but the glistening layer of moisture glimmering on her bare chest drives me ever closer to orgasm.

I lay my head back into the cushions of the couch, eyes rolling up as she inhales my cock. Her tongue glides down as I become enveloped in her warm, sucking mouth. The hand that was pumping up and down slides lower, exploring the parted pussy lips below. She moans around my cock happily as her fingers slide around my labia, then probe deeper inside. She pulls her hand away, frustratingly, and grips my pants with both. I lift slightly, my hips pushing my cock deeper into her mouth as she pulls my jeans and boxers down to my feet. My moans increase as her hands scratch up my calves, along my knees, and work their way to my inner thighs. Her saliva adds to the wetness under my hardened shaft, and her well lubricated fingers easily enter my aching pussy. She pushes them deeper inside, turning her hand and twisting them around inside. My cock throbs under the relentless sucking and lapping in her mouth, which only encourages her actions. She pulls almost fully off my cock, only the thick head staying beyond her lips. The sucking causes her cheeks to collapse into her mouth, and the flicking of her tongue against my tip is almost enough to get me to blow. Her hand moved inside me again, and her fingers rub against my g-spot with amazing precision. Her other hand starts rocking up and down my exposed shaft, daring it to unleash every drop into her mouth. A long, deep moan forces its way up my throat as my climax approaches, and the stroking along my cock stops. She reaches behind her for the chalice and brings it forward, placing it between her breasts under my cock. Her other hand pulls free from my dripping folds, returning to my meaty rod and sliding against it wetly.

The first rope of cum finds its way into her waiting mouth. She pulls away as another sticky blast shoots from my tip, hitting her in the chest. A third mostly goes into the cup, but also adds to her creamy coating. She keeps sliding her hand up and down, milking more and more of my cum into the chalice. I watch as she swallows the warm load that made it into her mouth, more fluid gushing from my hardness. My moans are the only sound heard as the chalice collects every drop she can get from me.

Once my cock stops throbbing, and no more appears to be coming out, she sets the cup back onto the table. She scoops the glazing off of her chest, and licks it from her finger while looking into my eyes. The sight makes my cock throb again, and she quickly wraps her lips around it again, sucking me deeply. She gags as my spent shaft slides from her mouth, “I don’t remember it being that long before.”

I laugh softly, “Yeah, it seems to get bigger the longer it’s stimulated.”

She eyes my wet cock, an eyebrow arched as a smile creeps across her face. Turning to collect the half full chalice, she says, “It shouldn’t take long to work out what we’re dealing with. Make yourself comfortable, and feel free to leave your clothes on the chair.”

She rises to her feet, winking at me as she leaves the living room. She walks down the hall, goes into one of the rooms and closes the door behind her. My ability to think properly was still returning, but I was pretty sure she didn’t bring her top back together over her chest. Unable to gather cognitive thought, I take off my shoes and socks, put them and my pants on the chair closest to me, and then let my shirt join the pile. I smile happily to myself, enjoying the pleasant fragrance of the candles on the table as I lay on the couch. My erection returned quickly, if it ever really faded before. Wasn’t long until I found myself absentmindedly stroking the growing shaft, enjoying the pleasures of my own hand. I sent my other hand between my legs, fingers working their way into my folds. They quickly became slick from my own juices, coaxing me deeper into desire. My intense need for release clouded everything else as another orgasm built, creeping closer with every stroke, climax frustratingly close at each slide against my g-spot. I was so caught up in need that I didn’t even notice the other girl enter the room.

My eyes opened at the feeling of the cushions compressing under added weight. A naked fair skinned woman was climbing onto the couch, her legs effortlessly straddling me. She groped her own breast as her body lowered, her hot, dripping pussy wrapping around my throbbing cock. She impaled herself onto me easily, my entire length buried inside. Her moans joined mine as she sat on my lap, adjusting to the intrusion against her velvety walls. My hands were on the couch, having ceased their stroking when I realized I wasn’t alone, but now began exploring the body of this new person. Her red hair was delightfully messy, but sort. It bounced over her shoulders as she started riding my cock, her petite breasts mimicking the movement of her hair. She had a sexy athletic build, pronounced abs around her navel. Her hand fell from her own breast, instead settling on mine. She groped my large tit, twisting at my erect nipple softly as we each neared ecstasy. I started thrusting up against her downward motions, my own hands grabbing at her round ass. The slight jiggle of the flesh beneath my hands drove me deeper into the pleasure, and I found myself thrusting harder and harder.

Her moans grew into soft screams as her body laid forward, her hot skin rubbing against mine with each thrust into her depths. I began nibbling at the nape of her neck, the intoxicating taste of her glistening flesh driving me further. I slapped at one cheek of her ass, groping at the tender skin, then smacked the other. The wetness at our interlocked bodies grew as her shrieks cut out, her head pulling away from me. Her eyes rolled back, mouth open as if to scream though no sounds rang out. I gripped her ass tight, guiding her into my quick thrusts. Her body shook on top of me, the climax crashing through her. I stopped the pounding into her, burying every inch of my length inside. The sounds of agonizing pleasure finally found their way from her in loud, orgasmic shrieks. Her convulsing pussy massaged my encased meat, my own orgasm approaching with every wave rolling through her.

I groaned, biting my lip in what little concentration I could muster as I tried to withhold my own climax until I could pull out. Every spasm of her body, and the wonderful screams from her made my efforts more difficult. I could practically hear a voice whispering into my ear, “Do it. Fill her with your seed. Let it coat her insides, and fill her.” The breath at my neck cleared some of the fog, and I realized the whisper was real. Lucinda had re-entered the room, and was encouraging me to pump my load into this other woman? She walked to the front of the couch, dragging her nails along the back of the woman laying on me, “She wants it, and you need release. Unleash your warmth into her quivering folds.” Her hand fell behind the other woman, but I quickly felt them working their way past my parted lips. Her other hand held my shoulder as her fingers dove deeper, wriggling against my inner tightness. The woman laying on me came down from her orgasm, her eyes meeting mine, “Give it to me,” she pleaded. My climax erupted as Lucinda’s fingers again found my g-spot, scratching against it as my cock pulsed inside the other woman. Every throb pushed more of my sticky essence into her, every stimulating glide against my g-spot intensifying my orgasm. I doubt I had ever come so hard, or so much as Lucinda coaxed every drop out.

The other woman’s hands were at my hips, our breasts pressed against each other. Her fingers bit into me painfully as she moaned again, her body trembling against mine. Her pussy started contracting around me again, as if her second climax was exclusively to milk every last bit from me. Her head fell to my shoulder, face buried in my neck as her body convulsed in orgasm. Lucinda leaned in, kissing along the other woman’s back. Her bare breasts hung over my face as her fingers pulled free, her wet hand resting on the climaxing woman’s shoulder.

My breath was heavy following the most mind blowing orgasm I’d ever had (I think, probably), and I was relieved when Lucinda helped the other woman up. She brought her leg up and around me, both meeting the floor. My cock remained inside her throughout the movement, the circling flesh making my body shake. Lucinda helped her up, and my erection slipped out wetly. I remained laying on the couch as Lucinda helped her into a chair. They both looked at me, and my still hard cock.

“I have completed the potion, so we can now find out what happened.” Lucinda informed me.

“Wha- oh, right,” I say, shifting awkwardly into a sitting position. I lean my head back, pressing over the cushions behind me as I stretch. The warmth in the apartment feels soothing on my glistening nakedness, bare breasts rising and falling with my heaving chest. “How do we proceed?” The question is asked before I even knew the words had formed.

“You’ll remember everything after drinking it,” she replies. “If you’ll follow me, we can get started.”

And with that she walks from the chair with the other woman, letting her fingers run across my body as she crosses by the couch, and adds a seductive away in her hips as she heads towards the hall. My eyes trail down her exposed back, and settle on her smooth, supple ass. I get off the couch, quickly realizing she’s completely undressed as well. My full erection bounces in front of me as I hurry to catch up, “what have I gotten myself into?” I think.

We walk into the dimly lit hallway passing two closed doors and enter through a third. Shelves of ornate vials line the walls of the small room, and a circular table sits in the middle. Three candles arranged in an equilateral triangle on the table provide the only light, not brightly enough to make out much detail of the room itself. A chalice sits between the candles. Lucinda walks around the table and gestures me up to the opposite side.

“This potion will restore the memories of your alternate life, which should tell you how you came into your current ‘predicament’. …hopefully.” She doesn’t sound terribly confident, and I look at her inquisitively. She continues, “You may not have been the one to cast the spell, or prepare the potion which made you this way. Hopefully we’ll learn what we need to know, but if not,” she sighs, “it’ll be a lot of trial and error.”

I gulp nervously, reaching for the chalice. I bring it up to eye level and say, “cheers,” before taking a long drink. I consume over half of it, the strong taste somewhat familiar as it coats my tongue and flows down my throat. My legs shake slightly, my already firm erection growing painfully hard as I empty the rest of the contents into my mouth. I swallow every drop, licking my lips as I place the empty cup back onto the table. “Now what?” I ask shakily, my arousal so high that most of me hopes it does nothing so I can throw the items on the table to the floor, replacing them with the beauty across from me. The thoughts of her legs wrapped around me, her pussy lips spread tightly around my thick cock fill my mind.

“You should be remembering right about… now.” The feeling of nausea builds violently within me, the room starts spinning, and most thoughts of filling Lucinda with my throbbing cock snap away suddenly. I lean down and grab the lip of the table for stability, my legs feeling weak under me. My head pounds with an intense migraine, and I groan under the force of two separate sets of memories flooding my mind. I don’t even realize Lucinda had moved until I felt her hands guiding me to the floor, and laid me on my back. The pain and nausea fade slowly, and my quick, sharp breaths become more controlled. I bring both hands to my head, the palms covering my eyes as tears stream back. 

“Oh, that was awful.” I say, a pained chuckle pushing out of my heaving chest.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you how unpleasant it could be. What did you find out?”

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