Piano woman

I found out the hard way that my dad was fucking my piano teacher: by swapping bodies with her while they were in the middle of having sex. It wasn’t on purpose. I guess my dad and I just had the same type. She was a hot college senior majoring in music and earning a little cash on the side. I was a horny teenager who happened to be thinking of her during the FOSE.
I was just about to cum when I found myself suddenly bent over the piano bench in her house. My mouth dropped open as I found myself in that position. A million different sensations hit me. Silky hair draped down over my face. I was naked. Something hot and firm was thrusting inside me, making my body bounce, making my tits bounce. Someone’s firm hand was on my ass. A man grunting as he pounded me. And my entire body felt so damn good, like I was just about to orgasm again.
I recognized this house. These hands beneath me. This hair. This delicious scent. There was no doubt I was in my piano teacher’s body. I turned my head and saw my dad behind me, pumping into me, gritting his teeth as his eyes locked onto my taut ass.
I wanted to cry. Scream. Run. Cum.
I was only successful in the latter, my body quivering as dad throbbed inside me, pleasure spiking through me despite my disgust. The female orgasm felt incredible. Long and slow and filling every inch of my being.
When he finished, dad slid out of me and began getting dressed. I realized he had no idea what had happened. Neither did I, at that point. It would only be later that the true awkwardness of what had happened between us would become apparent.

Chapter 7 of a serial about a misogynist transformed into his dream woman by a curse. His only way back is to take on 200 men in a year. Available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.

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