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I helped her to stand and picked her up before taking her upstairs. When we got there, she pointed to her own bedroom and after kicking the door open; I walked in and laid her on the bed.

Then I took complete control by first spreading her legs and then kneeling in-between them. The first time the tip of my tongue touched her clit she let out a deep-throated sigh of satisfaction and spread her legs a little wider. I licked and then used a finger to move her erect clit around while I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth. She started to squirm and thrust her hips up to meet my tongue and then suddenly arched her back before screaming that she was going to climax.

I’d never seen a woman get that wet before but it excited me to know that she’d been satisfied. When she recovered I told her to get onto her knees, which she did and then I entered her from behind. She was so wet that my cock had no trouble penetrating her inner sanctum and as it slid inside, she leaned forward a little more to thrust her butt up and outward further.

This had always been my favorite position as I could go as deep as humanly possible and watch it disappearing at the same time. I gripped Carrie’s butt cheeks and began to fuck her hard. Carrie let out a squeal of approval and was getting wetter and wetter. When she came for the second time that day, I decided to change positions and told her to lie on her back, which she did. I then pulled her legs up until her feet were level with her head and leaned into her.

Being so young, she was quite supple and was finding this position very easy to achieve. I could get a good penetration as well, which made it all the more enjoyable. Twenty minutes later, I started to draw closer and she had cum for a third time. When I came, I pulled it out and shot my load all over her breasts. After that, I collapsed onto the bed next to her and felt exhausted.

Carrie kissed me and then whispered into my ear.

“Can you do that again?” she said.

I couldn’t believe that she still wasn’t satisfied; nevertheless, I simply told her if she could get me hard again, I would love to.

She then began to suck on my cock and five minutes later, I was hard once more. I’d never gone three times in one day before, so for me this was an achievement. She then climbed onto me and started to fuck me. I adored the way she’d rise up and fall onto my cock. When she came for the fourth time, I was nowhere near but I’d had enough and thanked her for an amazing time.

She asked to see me again tomorrow but I pointed out that there was no way of knowing if her parents were going to be around. It turned out that they were going off to a casino after dropping her sister off at college and wouldn’t be back for a couple of days. As I left that day, I promised I’d see her tomorrow and looked forward to it.

I used to think that erotic adventures of deliverymen were a complete fantasy, now I knew better and simply loved my job.

The End

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Exchange

By Maxwell Avoi

She wailed as she slammed her hips into me, trying to get me as deep as possible. For myself, I was doing the best I could to do the same, but she was in control thanks to her enthusiasm. I had reached the point of groaning my own pleasure while I pulled her hips as close to me as I could get when she finally came in a cascade of cries, clawing at the bed sheets while she clenched down tight on me. It was enough to send me over as well and I pushed as deep as I could while I filled her. My body shook with hers and her strong legs wrapped around me to make sure that I stayed deep as long as I could.

Finally, as with everything, it ended. I lay on top of her, gasping. My muscles felt like three-day-old balloons. She shuddered quietly while aftershocks of pleasure rumbled through her. Finally, she opened her gorgeous eyes and smiled up at me. “Thanks, Terry,” she said. “I was about to start climbing the walls.”

“Always glad to help,” I said, tweaking her left breast a little. She gasped and jerked a little. I snickered and rolled off her, lying on my back.

Jessie rolled so that she was pressed up against me, facing me. Her enormous breast rolled over my arm and onto my chest, and I stoked the side of it. She sighed very quietly at the touch, partly with exasperation and partly with the quiet pleasure that it gave her. “Did I tell you about the magician I found?” she said.

She grinned, her teeth perfect and even. “I found a guy who specializes in transformation magic. He says that he can probably break the curse.”

I stared into her eyes, shocked. “What, seriously? She said that it couldn’t be broken.”

Jessie nodded and sat up, her breasts sliding into giant teardrop shapes over her flat belly. Rather than being fatigued from our lovemaking, she was energized. It was always that way afterward. She said, “He thinks that it wasn’t as bad as she said it was, because something like that would take a lot more preparation than just a few seconds. So unless we managed to piss off a witch queen, then he thinks that it should be reversible.”

“There haven’t been any witch queens for three hundred years,” I said.

She nodded, grinning cheerfully while her blonde hair swirled and her breasts jiggled with the motion. “Exactly! He said it would be around a thousand dollars, and I told him that we could come up with that for something this important.”

I had some idea. I’d been away at a conference, a series of programs on how to survive as an independent potioneer in today’s market. I’d hated to leave her alone for so long but there just hadn’t been the money for both of us to go. As soon as I’d walked through the door she’d attacked me and a couple of strenuous hours later here we were. I was exhausted.

“Yes, I have some idea,” I said, smiling a little.

“Yeah, yeah, felt great, but that’s true every time. It was the earliest appointment I could get, okay? We’ll just have to survive it until then.”

“YOU will. Full moon’s tomorrow.”

I opened my eyes in time to see her try to hide a grin. “Yep. But hell, last time, right?”

“I sure hope so.” I closed my eyes again and she got up to go. I barely had the energy to watch her wrap her spectacular body in her silk robe and head to her own room. I was asleep seconds after she closed the door.

Thoughts of Jessie filled my head that night. It was normal for the night before the change. I woke up at midnight, sitting upright in bed with a gasp like someone who’d been thrown into a mountain stream. A moment of absolute cold passed over me and I wormed my way back under the covers again, resigned to what I would find in the morning.

I woke up around nine. I hadn’t set an alarm because I liked to sleep as late as I could on the night before the change. We had the shop closed that day. Most of our patrons believed our story that we had to recalibrate things because of the full moon and since it wasn’t a complete lie we were able to get away with it once a month.

I sat on the edge of the bed letting my brain become used to my altered body. Then I stood and went into the bathroom to take stock. I was shorter of course. My hair had started to grow out, changing from its usual nondescript brown to a much lighter golden blonde color. My eyes were stuck somewhere between green and brown, set in a face that was no longer mine. My body was more delicate, slimmer and less hairy than before. My cock was so short now that I almost had to sit down for my morning piss but I stood out of a sense of defiance.

Jessie was already up by the time I got to the kitchen. She usually got up early, feeling that the curse was no reason to change her habits. She mostly used the day off to work on the paperwork for the shop, get things tidied and see to any chores that could be done without going outside. Rumors of a curse affecting the proprietors could do a lot of damage to a shop like ours, so we didn’t go out on those days.

Jessie put a cup of coffee down in front of me and said, “Morning. A little short today, are we?”

Jessie herself was noticeably taller than she had been the night before. She wasn’t quite as tall as I was yet but it was just a matter of time. Her breasts had shrunk dramatically, hardly a B cup anymore. I glanced at the clock and felt my own chest. Still flat, though not as hard as it usually was. Her hips were narrower as well, no longer the grand triumph of biological architecture that they’d been for the last month. My own sweatpants felt a bit tight but I knew it was psychological; the real changes wouldn’t start until noon. Her hair was shorter and darker and her eyes weren’t nearly as clear a shade of green as they had been.

“Ha ha,” I said in a monotone. “With material like that it’s no wonder that someone cursed you.”

Jessie snorted and left for the shop’s office. We inhabited a spacious apartment above the potion shop that we both operated during normal days. Half the space below was for the public face of the shop and the rest was for storage, office and laboratory space.

I spent the day as I usually did, on the Internet trying to track down any information about transformation spells that I didn’t already know. The problem with learning anything about transformation magic was the same problem that I ran into with other spells: they were beyond my level.

The more ability you’re born with, the more powerful the magic you can comprehend. The powerful mage’s and witch queens and wizard lords are only halfway plugged into reality. That’s why it was hard for me to make any headway on the curse. I just wasn’t powerful enough to understand a lot of what had been done.

None of the witch doctors we’d consulted had been able to give us much either. A few of them had tentatively prescribed some expensive pills, but they hadn’t done anything at all to the curse. The problem was that the magic was only active once a month, on the days that we changed. The rest of the time, it only left a faint trace that was difficult for normal practitioners to discern.

I felt myself changing more and more as my Internet searches went on. Just before noon, I stopped to go lie down. I stared at the ceiling while the clock ticked down and right at noon I felt a shock as though something inside me had been turned inside out. It passed quickly, leaving me in almost the same condition, I’d been in a moment before but I knew the truth. I was on the other side now, accelerating toward womanhood. Jessie was heading the other way.

I felt between my legs. My cock and balls had shrunk all morning and now there was nothing there but a flat blank. I was as well hung as a Ken doll. The rest of me was neuter as well; purely androgynous to the point where it would be impossible to tell whether I’d been born male or female.

I knew that Jessie was going through the same thing. He was probably grinning, though, the bastard. In the five years since we’d acquired our curse, he was still tickled on the days that he turned male again and depressed on the days that he turned female. It made for a tense couple of days each month as the other symptoms of the curse worked their way into his mind.

It was too early for that but I knew what was coming. The witch who had cursed us hadn’t looked like the traditional witch. There was a lot of black and a lot of capes and pointed hats and attempts to grow warts. She had been one of the neo-witches, the ones who look more like people who’d gotten lost on the way to a heavy metal concert than dangerous magical practitioners. Young and irritable, she’d taken umbrage at the state of our shop, deeming it quaint and dirty. I took pride in presenting a neat storefront to our patrons but I hadn’t said anything, just set my jaw and set to straightening some of the ingredients into neater rows. Jessie had tried to joke with her to defuse the situation.

She hadn’t been in a joking mood. When he’d said something about the place just needing a woman’s touch, she’d swelled up and pointed a finger at both of us while shrieking something about making sure that it wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Then she’d spun and left, disappearing from our lives completely. We’d forgotten about it by that evening but that midnight was the first time for me to sit straight up while someone poured ice water through me. I’d already started changing when I got up the next morning and by the time the next day rolled around, we were aware of the first part of what the curse was doing to me.

Of course, the second part took another day. And the last part took another month.