All I wanted to do was fuck my ex wife one more time. Instead, I was the one that got fucked. I don’t know what part of the spell I messed up but instead of ending up in the body of her new boyfriend, I ended up in her body.
I knew something was wrong even before I opened my eyes. I was naked and straddling someone, the heavy weight of breasts hanging from my chest. Silky hair spilled down my shoulder and there was something alien and warm – but not unpleasant – that seemed to be inside me.
Opening my eyes I stared down at the pair of tits I’d been married to for years. I was in her body. Naked. And getting railed.
The man behind me – presumably my ex’s new worthless boyfriend – gripped my hips and thrust up. The ache of heat seared me and I moaned, becoming aware for the first time of how wound up and wet this body was.
I gasped, reaching down to stroke the pretty pussy I’d been so consumed with. My fingers found my wet pink folds and I stroked in a quick rhythm as I rode back and forth on the welcome cock. My mouth dropped open and I cried out, body shaking with the throes of an orgasm. As it turned out, my first but not my last.
I continued riding the glorious cock, the heat and tension inside my body crying for release. I ground deeper, willing him to feel me, to fuck my sopping cunt.
“Oh, fuck me, fuck me,” I begged in my ex’s voice, and her boyfriend complied, plunging into me as my moans grew louder, a sudden climax making my breath hitch and he came with me, throbbing deep into my borrowed pussy, filling me with his hot seed as I thrust and convulsed happily around his dick.
Well, at least I found one thing her new boyfriend was good for.
As Martin adjust to his new life as a sexy eighteen-year-old cheerleader, he begins to think he may never want to leave in Easy A (Part 2), available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here.
