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The soap

John was taking a shower, and he realized he has no soap, so he used the his sister’s soap, the smell was amazing, after he rubed his whole body with the soap, he started to notice his skin so soft and smooth especially in his chest, he started to fondle his chest, while two mounds of flesh where growing under his hands, when they where like perfectly firm and full DD breasth he yelled with a girly voice, he knew her sister was a witch but who could think she could use a curse on her own soap. Read more

big slut on campus – rabbit’s foot keychain

Steffi hated being the biggest slut in the entire school, but she couldn’t help it no matter how hard she fought. The other cheerleaders constantly teased her about her tight, sexy clothes and how she was always dating some new guy, giving her the reputation as the babe every guy wanted to fuck and biggest bimbo slut on campus! She hated they way girls giggled at her and guys stared, she hated how her big, perfect tits were always bouncing in her tiny tops making guys constantly stare,drool and hit on her… she hated it when they looked at her like a sex doll bimbo, knowing exactly what they were thinking… she wanted to tell every guy to leave her the fuck alone! but… Read more

I Don’t Know…

I looked back and forth at the two mounds I had been cursed to carry around on my chest, my hand fondling the one. I knew I’d probably be able to live with them, but I don’t know if my girlfriend will be so accepting…

One man’s curse is another girl’s pleasure, part 4

I guess you could say I’m going out with a bang.
The witch was pretty clear with her curse: I would be trapped as a woman until I finally had sex with a man. Little did she know that being a woman is the one thing I’ve always wanted. I thought I would be content just masturbating as long as I got to keep this body, but it just made me hornier. Porn and dildos weren’t cutting it, and a female lover still couldn’t satisfy. I need the real thing.
Jason was a college roommate. I remember spending many nights on the other side of a door with a sock on the handle while Jason satisfied women for hours, women who always came back begging for more. If I’m only going to have sex in this body once, it’s going to be with someone who knows what they’re doing. I know where Jason works so I “accidentally” bumped into him outside his office building today. A pro like Jason could never resist a woman as hot as I am, especially if he can sense that she’s aching for it. As soon as we made eye contact, he immediately went into seduction mode – not that he needed to do a lot of work.
We rushed over to his place and immediately began attacking each other. Jason tore off my sheer blouse sending buttons flying across the room. I yanked off his tie and treated his shirt the same way. We clawed each other’s backs and licked each other’s chest. Like magic, he managed to make my bra disappear so that he could bury his face in my tits – such beautiful tits. I’m sure going to miss them. They feel even more incredible than I ever thought possible with a man’s hands on them, and my moans of pleasure let Jason know that his work was appreciated.
The foreplay didn’t last long. We were both too wild, too hungry. Jason slipped his hands beneath my leather skirt and grabbed me by the ass cheeks. I felt the bulge in his pants grow even harder when he found I wasn’t wearing any panties. Then, without any warning, he lifted me into the air. His strength made me giddy, and he carried me around with ease. I hooked my legs around his back, not because he needed the support, but so that I could hump him like an animal in heat. He dumped me onto the bed, and we quickly discarded the rest of our clothes. But just as he was poised at the edge of my vagina, ready to skewer me on his iron rod, I uttered the most unthinkable word possible: “Wait.”
This was it, my last moment as a woman. I knew I had to say goodbye, but I wanted to cherish the moment. And by “cherish the moment,” I mean enjoy just a few more blissful female orgasms while I still have a pussy. Jason knows how to please a woman, and he gladly let me work myself into a frenzy, enjoying the view while I fingered myself into oblivion. Having his eyes on me only made the whole experience hotter. It’s the most amazing pleasure I’ve ever experienced. But even this isn’t enough.
And now I understand that it really is a curse. I won’t feel complete in this body until it’s been impaled on a man’s shaft, but as soon as I achieve that, I have to say goodbye to this body forever. It’s torture. And the longer I put it off, the more maddening it becomes. But not much longer now.
“Alright, big boy,” I purred. “Fuck me.”

Fluch der Dschinn Königin

Ich war im urlaub in Ägypten und nahm an einer Karawanenreise teil.
Nach einigen Tagen hatte ich die wichtigsten regeln gelernt.
Deshalb durfte ich alleine auf einenm Kamel reiten. Read more

Curse of the jinn queen

I was on holiday in Egypt and took part in a caravan trip.
After a few days I had learned the most important rules.
So I was allowed to ride alone on a camel. Read more

One man’s curse is another girl’s pleasure, part 3

“You like that?” Marci asked.
“Ohhh, fuck me!” I moaned, still revelling in how sexy this female voice sounds when I’m aroused.
“That’s the idea . . .” she said with a wicked smile, before once more burying her face between my legs. Marci was one of the sexiest women I had ever met. There was something about the way she carried herself – with a sexy strut and the confidence that everyone was staring at her. When she looked at you, it was like she was sizing you up, like she could see all your skin underneath your clothes. It helped that she also had a knockout body – lean and limber with perky tits. She’s almost as hot as I am now.
Marci and I have been friends for a while, but until not too long ago, she would have had no interest in anything more than that someone like me. That’s because she’s a lesbian, and I used to be male. At least until a witch’s curse turned me into this gorgeous piece of ass. Then all I had to do was send her a selfie with the word: ‘Wanna have some fun?’ and soon we were going at it like wild animals. I had always been more interested in men myself, but since I can only stay a woman until I have sex with a man, a hot, steamy cock just isn’t on the menu. But sex with Marci is still way better than playing with myself. Like that thing she’s doing with her tongue right now.
I think to myself: It’s so good. I want more! I want it deeper, harder, I want a cock!
There I go again. Lately it’s like I can’t help thinking about cock 24-7. What would it feel like to hold one in my hands, to pump that shaft until it shot its sticky stream all over my face and my fat tits? Or what would it taste like? How much could I fit in my mouth? Nine inches? Twelve? Could I take a cock down my throat without gagging? Just thinking about trying sets my pussy on fire.
I should really be focused on Marci. After all, she’s the one I’ve been sharing my bed with, and I think she might be starting to fall for me. But if her tongue feels this good, how would a cock feel? How hot would it be for a big strong man to plunge his iron rod between my legs? Marci’s hands are small and gentle, but I’d rather have a pair of rough strong hands grabbing me by the ass as a man plows into me as hard as he can, grabbing my tits roughly while he makes me scream.
“Oh god,” I moan as the orgasm begins to crest, “More!” I squeeze my own tits together and begin to thrash around on the bed. Marci is looking at me the whole time, and she seems pleased with herself for bringing me such pleasure. But as great as the sex feels, the truth is that I can no longer come without thinking of cocks – thick and rigid, spilling their seed, plunging into every opening of my body. I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this.

Puppy Dog Look

Ben had followed his friend Rick—or “Rita” as she was calling herself now ever since they’d uncovered that little statuette. Rick had touched it, and it had started glowing, and….when it stopped Rick was gone and Rita was there, and she’d made no bones about it—she wanted Ben to fuck her. Ben had been quite uncomfortable and declined at first, confusing Rita immensely. She’d mooved onto a bar, with Ben following, rather confusedly. Read more