The Curse (Requested by Lady Stardust)

Ethan awoke to the unfamiliar sounds of birds chirping outside an open window. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight filtering into the room. The last he remembered, he was backpacking through India, exploring the vibrant colors and chaos of Delhi. Now, he found himself in a small village, lying in a bed that smelled of jasmine and sandalwood.

His body felt different, softer, more rounded. He looked down and saw a saree draped over his body, hiding the curves beneath. He hesitated, then pulled back the fabric to reveal smooth, dark skin. His hands, once tanned from the sun, were now a rich brown. He felt a panic rise within him as he realized he was no longer in his own body. Memories came flooding back to him, he remembered he was now in the body of Apeksha, a wife and a mother to a kid. This all happened due to a curse, given by the Old Indian Lady, who Ethan taunted and made fun of because she had a hunchback.
The old lady cursed him saying, "Ye meri peeth saalon sei kaam karke aisi hui hai, ab tumhe bhi aisa hee kaam karna hoga, tab tumhe samjhega ki ek Bhartiya naari ka dard kya hota hai"

(Translation: "This hunchback of mine, is because of me working for years. Now you will have to experience this, then you will understand the pain of an Indian woman.")

Ethan looked around the house, trying to take in his new surroundings. He saw a young boy playing with toys in the corner and realized that he was Apeksha's son.

"Karan," Ethan said, walking over to the boy.

The boy looked up at him and smiled. "Mummy!" he said, running over and hugging him.

Ethan hugged him back, feeling a pang of emotion. He was now responsible for this child, and he needed to do everything he could to adapt to his new life.

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. "Apeksha, are you awake?" called a deep voice from outside. Ethan froze, his mind racing. Apeksha? This was now his new name the woman whose body he now inhabited.

"Yes, I am awake," he called out, his voice sounding strange, higher pitched than he was used to. The door creaked open, and a tall, muscular Indian man stepped in. He was dressed in a simple dhoti, his eyes warm and kind.

"Good morning, Apeksha," he said, smiling. "I hope you slept well."

Ethan managed a smile, though it felt awkward on his new face. "Good morning, Rajesh," he replied, using the name that seemed to fit the man. "I did, thank you."

Rajesh sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes scanning Ethan's face. "You look different today," he said softly. "More beautiful than ever."

Ethan blushed, feeling a warmth spread through him. He wasn't sure how to respond, so he simply smiled again. Rajesh leaned in, his hand reaching up to cup Ethan's cheek. "I've missed you," he said, his voice low.

Ethan felt a flutter in his stomach. He was attracted to Rajesh, he realized. It was strange, being in this body, feeling these new sensations. But there was something comforting about Rajesh's touch, something familiar.

"I've missed you too," Ethan replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Rajesh's hand slid down to Ethan's neck, his thumb brushing against Ethan's pulse. Ethan could feel his heartbeat quicken, his breath coming in shorter gasps.

"I want to kiss you," Rajesh said, his eyes never leaving Ethan's. Ethan nodded, leaning in to meet Rajesh's lips. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration. But it quickly deepened, becoming more passionate. Ethan could feel Rajesh's hands roaming over his body, caressing his curves, making him feel things he'd never felt before.

"Rajesh," Ethan said, turning around to face him. "I...I am not sure how to do this."

Rajesh looked at him, concern in his eyes. "Do what, my love?"

Ethan took a deep breath. "I am not sure how to be a wife to you," he admitted.

Rajesh smiled and cupped his face in his hands. "It is okay, Apeksha. We will learn together. Let me show you."

Ethan felt a shiver of anticipation run through him. He knew that this was going to be a journey of discovery, of learning to embrace a new identity. And he was ready for it.

Over the next few weeks, Ethan began to adapt to his new life. He learned to cook traditional Indian meals, to wear the saree with grace, to speak the language with fluency. But he also learned about the intimate side of being Apeksha.

One evening, after a long day of household chores, Ethan found himself alone with Rajesh. The children were asleep, and the house was quiet. Rajesh approached Ethan, his eyes filled with desire.

"I want you," he said, his voice a low growl. Ethan felt a heat rise within him, a longing he couldn't deny.

"I want you too," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Rajesh reached out, his hands gently cupping Ethan's breasts. Ethan gasped, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through him.

"You're so beautiful," Rajesh murmured, his thumbs brushing over Ethan's nipples. Ethan could feel them hardening beneath his touch, could feel a warmth spreading through his body.

"Show me," Ethan whispered, his voice filled with need. Rajesh smiled, his hands dropping to the hem of Ethan's saree. He lifted it slowly, revealing Ethan's body inch by inch. Ethan felt a shiver of anticipation, could feel his heart racing.

Rajesh knelt before Ethan, his hands tracing the curves of Ethan's hips, his thighs. Ethan could feel his breath hot on his skin, could feel the dampness between his legs. Rajesh leaned in, his tongue licking a slow path up Ethan's inner thigh. Ethan gasped, his hands fisting in Rajesh's hair.

"Yes," he whispered, his voice filled with pleasure. Rajesh's tongue found Ethan's clit, licking and sucking until Ethan was writhing with need. "More," he begged, his voice a low moan.

Rajesh complied, his fingers sliding into Ethan's wetness. Ethan could feel them curling inside him, could feel the pleasure building. "Fuck me," he gasped, his body arching off the bed.

Rajesh slipped his fingers out, replaced them with his cock. Ethan could feel it, hard and hot, pressing against him. He wrapped his legs around Rajesh's waist, pulling him in. Rajesh slid into him, slow and steady, filling him completely.

Ethan could feel the pleasure building, could feel the heat spreading through him. He could hear Rajesh's breath coming in short gasps, could feel his body trembling. "Harder," he begged, his voice a low moan.

Rajesh complied, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent. Ethan could feel the pleasure building, could feel his body tensing. "Yes," he gasped, his body arching off the bed. "Yes, yes, yes."

His orgasm hit him like a wave, washing over him, consuming him. He could hear Rajesh's cry of pleasure, could feel his body shuddering as he came. They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Over time, Ethan began to embrace his new life. He learned to love the feel of the saree against his skin, the taste of spicy curries, the sound of Rajesh's voice, he loved being a mother to Karan. He learned to love the way Rajesh looked at him, with desire and affection in his eyes. He learned to love the way Rajesh touched him, with tenderness and passion.

He learned to love being Apeksha, to love being a wife, a mother, a lover. And he knew, with a certainty he couldn't explain, that this was where he was meant to be. This was his home, his family, his life. 

I think I have some more ideas.

Devin, a 19-year-old black university student, sat in the park, sulking. His mom, Jazmine, a 42-year-old curvaceous black woman, had always been cruel to him, never letting him live his life fully. An old witch, overhearing his complaints, offered him a magic spell that allowed him to swap bodies upon reciting it. Intrigued, Devin attempted the spell, but nothing happened. Discouraged, he went to sleep.

Waking up, Devin found himself in an unfamiliar room. Looking down, he saw two voluptuous mounds of flesh - his mom's breasts. He inspected her body, trying on different outfits. Feeling aroused, he began to masturbate, and with each orgasm, he gained more of Jazmine's memories.

Devin decided to call his best friend, Aaron, also 19. Aaron was puzzled why Devin's mom wanted to see him, but he went to the house anyway. Opening the door, he found Jazmine - or rather, Devin in Jazmine's body - wearing nothing but lingerie.

"Aaron," Devin purred, running a hand through his hair. "I've been waiting for you."

Aaron blinked, taken aback. "Devin? What's going on?"

"I'll explain later," Devin said, pulling Aaron closer. "Right now, I need you to do something for me."

Aaron hesitated, but Devin's touch was insistent. He leaned in, their lips meeting in a soft kiss that deepened into a passionate French kiss. Devin ran his fingers through Aaron's hair, pulling him closer.

"You like that, don't you?" Devin murmured, nibbling on Aaron's earlobe. Aaron nodded, a low moan escaping his lips.

Devin led Aaron to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed. He straddled Aaron, grinding against him, feeling his cock harden beneath him.

"You want this, don't you?" Devin asked, unbuttoning Aaron's shirt. Aaron nodded, his breath coming in short gasps.

Devin slipped off his lingerie, revealing his curvaceous body. Aaron's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Devin's voluptuous figure. Devin smiled, running a hand down his chest to his cock, stroking it slowly.

"Come here," Devin said, pulling Aaron closer. Devin leaned in, taking Aaron's cock into his mouth. Aaron moaned, throwing his head back, his hips bucking against Devin's mouth.

"That feels so good," Devin groaned. "But I want more. I want you inside me."

Aaron looked up, surprised. "Are you sure?"

Devin nodded. "Yes. I want to feel you inside me."

Aaron positioned himself between Devin's legs, rubbing the head of his cock against Devin's wet pussy. Devin moaned, arching his back, urging Aaron to enter him.

Aaron pushed in slowly, Devin gasping at the sensation. "Yes, that's it," Devin (Jazmine) moaned. "Deeper, harder."

Aaron began to move, his cock sliding in and out of Devin's tight pussy. Devin gripped the sheets, his nails digging into the material as Aaron picked up the pace.

"Yes, yes, yes," Devin chanted, his body writhing with pleasure. "Fuck me, Aaron. Fuck me harde

Aaron complied, his hips slamming against Devin's ass. Devin moaned, his body trembling with each thrust.

"I'm close," Devin gasped. "I'm going to come."

Aaron reached between them, rubbing Devin's clit as he continued to thrust. Devin cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his pussy clenching around Aaron's cock.

Aaron groaned, his own orgasm following close behind. He pulled out, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling onto Devin's stomach.

They lay there for a moment, panting, before Devin turned to Aaron, a wicked smile on his face.

"That was just the beginning," Devin said. "I've got a lot more in store for you."

Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?"

Devin grinned. "How about we try something new? How about I ride you?"

Aaron nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "I'm game if you are."

Devin climbed on top of Aaron, positioning himself over Aaron's cock. He slipped it inside, gasping at the sensation. He moved slowly at first, his hips rolling as he found his rhythm.

"You like that, don't you?" Devin asked, leaning down to kiss Aaron. Aaron moaned, his hands gripping Devin's hips as he thrust up to meet Devin's movements.

"Yes," Aaron groaned. "You feel amazing."

Devin smiled, speeding up, his body bouncing on Aaron's cock. "You like that? You like seeing me ride you?"

Aaron nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, yes, I do."

Devin leaned back, his hands on his knees, giving Aaron a full view of his body. Aaron groaned, his eyes dark with desire as he watched Devin ride him.

"You like that, don't you?" Devin taunted. "You like seeing my tits bounce as I ride your cock."

Aaron nodded, his hands moving to grip Devin's breasts, squeezing them as Devin continued to ride him.

"Yes, yes, I do," Aaron gasped. "I love it."

Devin smiled, leaning forward to kiss Aaron again. Their bodies moved together, their breaths coming in sync as they chased their next orgasm.

They switched positions again, this time Devin on all fours, Aaron behind him. Aaron gripped Devin's hips, slamming into him from behind. Devin moaned, his body pushing back to meet Aaron's thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yes," Devin chanted. "Fuck me, Aaron. Fuck me hard."

Aaron complied, his hips slamming against Devin's ass, his cock sliding in and out of Devin's wet pussy. Devin moaned, his body trembling with each thrust, his orgasm building quickly.

"I'm close," Devin gasped. "I'm going to come again."

Aaron reached around, rubbing Devin's clit as he continued to thrust. Devin cried out, his body convulsing as he came, his pussy clenching around Aaron's cock.

Aaron groaned, his own orgasm following close behind. He pulled out, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spilling onto Devin's back.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Devin turned to Aaron, a satisfied smile on his face.

"That was amazing," Devin said. "Thank you, Aaron. I needed that."

Aaron smiled back, his hand reaching out to stroke Devin's cheek. "Anytime, Devin. Anytime."

They lay there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, before Devin (Jazmine) turned to Aaron, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"You know what?" Devin (Jazmine) said. "I think I have some more ideas."

Teacher and Student relation not a taboo anymore.

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Now his Indian Girlfriend.

 

Evan, a lanky 20-year-old American kid, had always been envious of Xavier's stories about his love for Indian women. I mean why wouldn't Evan be jealous, he actually loved Xavier, but could never tell him, because Xavier was straight. Xavier, his black friend of the same age, had a penchant for their exotic beauty and cultural richness. One day, Xavier stumbled upon an ancient spell book in his grandfather's attic, promising the ability to transform anyone into their dream person. Intrigued and excited, Xavier decided to try it on Evan.

"Evan, I've found something amazing," Xavier said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's make your dreams come true."

Evan, curious but hesitant, agreed. The spell began with a soft chant, and Evan felt a sudden surge of energy. His body started to change rapidly. His once muscular frame began to shrink, his broad shoulders narrowing, and his height decreasing from 5'11" to a petite 5'3". His chest, once flat and boyish, blossomed into full, firm breasts, a perfect 32F. His skin darkened to a warm, olive hue, and his hair transformed into long, wavy tresses cascading down his back. His eyes, once a dull brown, turned into deep, expressive pools of chocolate. His penis disappeared replaced by sensitive molds of flesh.

"Eesha," Xavier whispered, his voice filled with awe and desire. "You are breathtaking."

Eesha, now completely transformed, looked at Xavier with newfound curiosity. She had no memory of ever being Evan, only the sudden, overwhelming sensation of being a beautiful Indian woman.

"I... I don't remember being anyone else," Eesha said, her voice soft and melodious.

"It's the spell," Xavier explained. "You are now my dream woman, Eesha."

Days turned into weeks, and Eesha and Xavier decided to live together. One sunny afternoon, Eesha was doing her house chores when Xavier came up from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You look gorgeous in that saree," he murmured, his breath hot on her neck.

Eesha turned around, her eyes meeting his. "Thank you," she said, blushing slightly.

Xavier leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Eesha responded, her tongue tracing his lips, inviting him in. Their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent.

"I want you, Eesha," Xavier whispered, his hands roaming her body.

Eesha led him to the living room, where they collapsed onto the sofa. She lay on her stomach, her saree falling to the side, revealing her smooth, olive skin. Xavier climbed on top of her, his hands tracing the curve of her hips, her waist, her breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Eesha arched her back, pressing herself against him. "Make love to me, Xavier," she whispered.

Xavier positioned himself at her entrance, his large, black cock ready to fill her. He rubbed the tip against her wet pussy, teasing her, making her moan with desire.

"You're so wet," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

"Yes," Eesha whispered, "I want you inside me."

Xavier pushed into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. Eesha gasped, her fingers gripping Xavier's bulky muscles.

"Aah... yes," she moaned, her body relaxing, accepting him.

Xavier began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Eesha met his thrusts, her body moving in tandem with his.

"Faster," she gasped, "Harder."

Xavier obliged, his thrusts becoming more intense, more urgent. Eesha's moans filled the room, her body writhing beneath him.

"Yes... yes... right there," she cried out, her body tensing as an orgasm washed over her.

Xavier continued to pound into her, his own orgasm building. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss.

"Cum with me, Eesha," he grunted

Eesha responded, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. Xavier groaned, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Eesha looked up at Xavier, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"I love you, Xavier," she said.

Xavier smiled back, his eyes filled with love and desire. "I love you too, Eesha," he said. "Forever and always."

Their lovemaking continued, their bodies exploring each other in ways they never thought possible. From missionary to cowgirl, doggy style to spoons, they tried every position, each one more intense and satisfying than the last. Their lovemaking was filled with moans and gasps, whispered words of love and desire.

One night, as they lay in each other's arms, Eesha looked up at Xavier. "I want to try something new," she said, her voice filled with desire.

Xavier raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. "Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?"

Eesha smiled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want you to fuck me in the ass," she said.

Xavier's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered, his smile growing wider. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Eesha got on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, inviting him in. Xavier positioned himself behind her, his cock already hard and ready. He rubbed the tip against her asshole, teasing her, making her moan with anticipation.

"Relax, baby," he murmured, his hands rubbing her back, soothing her.

Eesha did as he said, her body relaxing as he slowly pushed into her. She gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her.

Eesha laid on her stomach, her body arching slightly as Xavier climbed on top of her. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she wiggled her hips, inviting him in. Xavier positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked onto hers.

"You ready for this, Eesha?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Eesha nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Xavier. I want you inside me."

Xavier slid into her slowly, his large cock stretching her tight ass hole. Eesha moaned, her fingers gripping the sofa. "Ooh, yes," she whispered. "You feel so good."

Xavier began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, along with Eesha's moans and Xavier's grunts. "You like that, Eesha?" Xavier asked, his voice ragged. "You like my big black cock inside you?"

Eesha nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Xavier. It feels so good."

Xavier reached under her, his fingers finding her clit. He began to rub it in circular motions, his thumb pressing down firmly. Eesha cried out, her body arching against his. "Oh, God, Xavier. That feels amazing."

The room filled with the sound of their lovemaking, the creaking of the sofa, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and the soft moans and gasps of pleasure. Xavier's cock slid in and out of Eesha's ass, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

"You're so wet, Eesha," Xavier groaned. "Your ass feels so good around my cock."

Eesha turned her head, her lips finding Xavier's. They kissed deeply, their tongues tangling as Xavier continued to thrust into her. Eesha could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure increased.

"Oh, God, Xavier," she cried out. "I'm close. Don't stop."

Xavier's movements became more urgent, his cock slamming into her with force. "Come for me, Eesha," he growled. 

Eesha's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. She screamed out Xavier's name, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Xavier followed soon after, his body tensing as he came inside her.

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Xavier pulled out of Eesha, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He collapsed next to her, his arm wrapping around her waist.

Eesha turned to face him, a smile playing on her lips. "That was amazing," she whispered.

Xavier grinned, his eyes filled with love. "It was, wasn't it? And we have all the time in the world to do it again."

"You know, I've always loved Indian women," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "And now I have the most beautiful one right here."

Eesha turned in his arms, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Is that so? And what makes me so special?"

Xavier grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. "Everything about you. Your eyes, your smile, your curves. I could spend all day exploring your body."

"I love you, Xavier," she said.

Xavier smiled back, his eyes filled with love and desire. "I love you too, Eesha," he said. "Forever and always."

International Swap Class

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I always wondered what it's like to be a man, and now I know.

I've always been curious about what it's like to be in a man's body. Not just the physical sensations, but the whole experience. So, when I met Rohan at a local coffee shop in Mumbai, I saw my chance. He was sitting alone, nursing a cappuccino, looking lost in thought. I approached him, and we ended up chatting for hours.

"You know, Rohan, I've always wondered what it's like to be a man," I said, leaning in closer.
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? Why's that?"
"Just curious, I guess. The power, the confidence, the way men seem to command attention," I explained.
He chuckled, "Well, maybe I can show you. But only if you show me what it's like to be a woman."

A week later, we were back at his place, standing in front of an ancient-looking mirror in his bedroom. He handed me a small vial. "Drink this. It's a potion my grandmother swore by," he said.

I hesitated, then took a sip. Almost immediately, I felt a strange tingling sensation. I looked down and watched in awe as my body began to transform. My breasts shrank, my hips narrowed, and my hair receded. I looked up at Rohan, now my reflection, and smiled. "Your turn."

He drank the potion, and I watched as his body changed. His breasts swelled, his hips rounded, and his hair grew longer. I reached out, running my hands through his new locks. "Wow," I whispered.

We stood there for a moment, admiring each other's new forms. Then, Rohan reached out, cupping my now-smaller chin. "You know, I've always wanted to kiss a man," he said, his voice husky.

"Well, now's your chance," I replied, leaning in.

Our lips met, soft and tentative at first, then deeper, more insistent. I could feel his tongue exploring my mouth, and I moaned softly. He pulled back, smiling. "You're a good kisser."

"So are you," I said, grinning. I trailed my fingers down his neck, feeling the softness of his new skin. His breath hitched, and I leaned in to nibble on his earlobe. He gasped, his body pressing against mine.

I spun him around, pressing him against the mirror. His eyes widened as I reached around to cup his breasts, squeezing gently. He moaned, his head falling back against my shoulder. I kissed his neck, licking and sucking on the sensitive skin.

I slid my hand down, tracing the curve of his hip before slipping between his legs. He was already wet, his panties soaked. I groaned, rubbing his clit through the fabric. He bucked against my hand, his breath coming in short gasps.

I slipped my fingers into his panties, feeling the slickness of his pussy. He was hot, so hot. I circled his clit with my thumb, feeling him shudder. I slid two fingers inside him, and he let out a low moan.

"Fuck, that feels good," he groaned, pushing back against my hand.

I fingered him slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of our thrusts. He was panting now, his body tensing. I could feel his orgasm building.

"Yes, yes, don't stop," he gasped, his head thrown back. I felt him clench around my fingers, his body shaking as he came.

I slipped my fingers out, bringing them to my mouth. I sucked his juices off, tasting him. He turned to face me, his eyes dark with desire.

"My turn," he said, a wicked grin on his lips.

He pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. He kissed me again, his tongue demanding. He could feel my hard cock pressing against his thigh, and he squirmed, eager to feel me inside him.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down his neck, his chest, his stomach. I unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down along with his underwear. I lifted his hips, helping him. He tossed them aside, my eyes lingering on his now-naked body.

"You're gorgeous," I murmured, before diving between my legs.

He gasped as my tongue touched his clit, the sensation intense. I licked and sucked, my tongue exploring every inch of my(now his) pussy. He moaned, his hips bucking against my face.

"Yes, yes, like that," he gasped.

I slipped two fingers inside him, curling them up to hit my old G-spot. He cried out, his body tensing. I fucked him with his(now mine) fingers, my tongue working his clit in time with their thrusts.

I could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing. He grabbed my hair, holding me in place as he came, his body shaking. I licked him through it, my fingers slowing before pulling out.

I  kissed my way back up his body, my cock hard and ready. He wrapped his legs around my waist, pulling me closer. I rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy, teasing him.

"Please," Rohan begged, "I need you inside me."

I smiled, then thrust inside him. He cried out, his body stretching to accommodate me. I felt huge, filling him completely. I started to move, slowly at first, then faster. He met my thrusts, our bodies moving in sync.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Rohan groaned, his forehead pressed against mine.

We switched positions, him on top now. He rode me, his body bouncing as he took me deep inside him. I reached up, playing with his breasts, pinching his nipples. He moaned, his body tensing as another orgasm built.

He came hard, his body convulsing as he rode me through it. I grabbed his hips, fucking him hard and fast. He could feel me getting close, my body tensing.

"I'm gonna come," I groaned, my body shaking.

He slowed down, wanting to feel me fill him. I came with a roar, my body shuddering as I emptied myself inside him.

We collapsed on the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. He looked at him, a smile on his soft cherry lips. "Wow," he said.

I grinned back, "Yeah, wow."
This sure wasn't gonna be a one time thing.