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Hi all,

This is a repost, as the first attempt did not get forwarded
to quite a few friends' news servers.

This is my second story, the first was "I Remember" a few
months back. This is not based on fact (obviously!), but
is a fantasy I have had, and I know a few of my friends
have shared. I have never seen a story like this written
so I though I would try.

I would love feedback on the story - both from men and
women for obvious reasons. :-)

xx

Louise

P.S. Boring stuff: this is copyright. You have permission
to do what you like with it, except make money out my
permission.


When Wishes Come True
---------------------

Mornings - I hate them - I always have and always 
will. That morning  was something else though, from 
the moment the alarm went off it all  started to go 
astray and then it went downhill.

The clang of the alarm jolted me awake. I picked it 
up and hurled it  across the room. It missed the big 
beanbag strategically placed to catch  it, hit the 
wardrobe door and smashed.

"Fuck." I mumbled and rolled over.

The next thing I knew it was light outside. I reached 
over for my watch  - ten o'clock. I had overslept by 
three hours.

"Fuck."

Deciding that I was already so late there was no 
point hurrying, I  crawled out of bed and stumbled 
into the bathroom. I thanked god the  blinds were 
down: I really did not want to look at the day yet. I 
sat on  the toilet and peed. It sprayed everywhere. I 
must have been even more  hung over than I thought. 
Still on autopilot I walked into the shower.  The 
spray of water woke me up and I started to feel a bit 
more human. I  got the soap and started to wash. 

Then I knew something was really wrong. 

Where were my boobs? I may not have been Dolly 
Parton, but there  was definitely more there 
yesterday.  I felt my chest and looked down.  It was 
totally flat and my nipples seemed to have shrunk to 
almost  nothing.

"Weird" was all I could think.

Then it got even weirder. I soaped my crotch. It felt 
strange. I looked  down at my cock.

"FUCK." I shouted as I ran out and stood in front of 
the mirror.

Looking back at me was a face and body that was 
familiar but also  different. My boobs were gone. I 
seemed to be more muscular and there  between my legs 
was a cock. I seemed to be a man.

"What the fuck is going on?" I said out loud as I 
just stared at the  mirror. Then I remembered the 
night before.

We had all been drinking heavily and having a good 
old bitch session  about life. I had been 
particularly vocal about how unfair life was to  
women. In fact at one stage in the evening I had 
spent a long time  describing how I would love to be 
a man - more opportunities, more  strength and best 
of all consequence-free sex. The girls had laughed at  
that - they knew how I would love consequence-free 
sex. Later in the evening the conversation had come 
up again as we were back at  Sally's flat, drinking 
more wine. Veronica had said something about  being 
careful what I wished - it might come true. We had 
all laughed,  but she had been deadly serious. She 
went to say how she came from an  old gypsy family 
and how they had the power to grant wishes and lay  
curses. We were rather cruel to her, calling her an 
old witch.

"Just you see." was all she said to defend herself.

It looked like she was not joking after all.

I dried myself off with a towel as I tried to think.

"Ouch." I yelled, as I was too rough with my balls. 
After that I was  more careful with the new parts of 
my body.

"It's just a bad dream" was the thought that went 
over and over in my  mind, but somehow I knew it was 
all very real. I walked back into the  bedroom and 
sat on the edge of the bed. I looked down and 
examined  my new parts. I had seen plenty of cocks 
and this one did not look very  special. It was about 
five inches long (if I was generous), uncircumcised  
and hung in front of two pretty average looking 
balls.

I smiled to myself - I had always complained that men 
were obsessed  with size and here I was worrying 
about how big mine was. I guessed it  was just my 
hormones. I started to wonder if it worked properly. 
As the  thought went through my mind, I felt it for 
the first time - not from the  outside, but from the 
inside. I could feel my cock between my legs. As I  
thought about it I could see it move slightly and 
seem to grow. I could  feel it getting even more 
noticeable. I was getting an erection.

"Well fuck me!" I said to myself and laughed as I 
looked down at my  now rather inflated penis. If I 
had still had my cunt, I would have quite  liked a 
cock like that to fuck me.

It was now standing very proud and solid in front of 
me. I rather  gingerly felt it. It felt like every 
other cock I had touched. I closed my  eyes and let 
my fingers gently massage it they way men had seemed 
to  like. I could feel why they liked it.

As I played with it I found the sensitive area on the 
end. The "helmet"  one of my boyfriends had called it 
- I opened my eyes and looked at it  again. As I 
pulled the foreskin back it really did look like a 
little helmet  on the end. I rubbed the foreskin 
backwards and forwards over the  helmet. I was 
jerking off just the way my brother had done in his 
room  when he thought I was not looking. It felt 
almost the same as playing  with my clitoris - the 
big difference was just how big the cock seemed  in 
my hand and how I was being driven even harder by an 
urge inside to  rub harder and harder.

I shut my eyes and tried to imagine how my cock would 
feel fucking  someone. I imagined my best friend 
Sally naked in front of me. I had  been jealous of 
her boobs for as long as I could remember, but now 
all I  wanted to do was to feel them against me. I 
wanted to spread her legs  and enter her with my 
cock. I wanted to fuck her and to fuck her hard.

Then I came.

I felt something happen inside me. I felt the 
familiar wave of pleasure  roll over me. I felt my 
cock start to squirt semen.

It was all over, but I could still feel little pulses 
in my cock as the last of the come oozed out.

The semen had gone everywhere - some had landed on my 
chest, some  had gone on the floor, some on the bed. 
Some had even hit my hair. I  made a note to myself 
to take more care with my aim in future. Being a  man 
could obviously be quite messy. After I had cleaned 
up the mess  on the floor and bed, I had my second 
shower and came back to the  bedroom.

I decided I could not stay naked all day and had 
better get dressed. As I  looked through my wardrobe 
I discovered that all the clothes seemed to  have 
changed into men's. I hunted through the underwear 
draw. For a  minute I had a panic until I realized I 
did not need a bra anymore. I  selected some panties 
that looked a lot baggier than I was used to. As I  
pulled them on I understood why: any tighter and my 
new penis and  balls would not have fitted. It took 
me a few minutes to get them sorted  out and 
comfortable. I pulled the jeans on and zipped them 
up.  Everything felt much more constrained and 
supported than before - a bit  like the feeling of 
putting my bra on after going topless for a while.  
Once dressed I went downstairs and made myself some 
coffee. As I  waited for the filter I absentmindedly 
sorted through the post. It seemed  my body and 
clothes were not all that had changed - from the bank  
statement it appeared I was now called Louis instead 
of Louise and my  net worth seemed to have trebled. 
It looked like I was right about men  having more 
money.

As I drank my coffee I tried to make some sense of 
what was going on.  Obviously if this was not a 
dream, I needed to carry on with some sort  of life 
until I could work out how to get back to normal. 
>From the bank  statement I obviously still worked for 
the same company - the monthly  pay had arrived as 
usual - in fact rather more had arrived. I wondered  
what other aspects had changed: was Veronica still 
around and could  she help me? As I was thinking the 
phone rang. I answered it  automatically.

"Hello. Is Mr. Philips there?" I recognized the voice 
as belonging to  Lucy, our office administrator. I 
paused for a minute then realized she  meant me.

"Speaking." I replied hesitantly in a voice that 
sounded different but  also familiar.

"Sorry to disturb you at home sir, I know you are 
booked on a days  leave, but we have a crisis here."

"Go on" I mumbled trying to sound in control.

"It's the Czech project. They are in a panic and 
really want to talk to  you. Could you possibly come 
in?"

"O.k. Give me an hour and I'll be there."

"Thank you sir. See you then."

As I put the phone down I smiled. Yesterday it would 
have been "Louise" and not "Sir" and no one would 
have apologized for asking me to come in.

"I think I could get used to this." I thought to 
myself as I quickly drank  another coffee and some 
juice.

I found the car keys in their usual place and walked 
out to the garage. I  had another pleasant surprise - 
gone was my beaten up Ford, in its  place was a 
shinny new BMW. The drive to the office was fun. I am 
not  sure if it was the car or my new hormones but I 
was much more  aggressive. At one point I even found 
myself shouting at a woman  driver. I was about to 
drive round to the back parking lot, when I  spotted 
a space in reserved bays marked "L. Philips". I 
really must have  gone up in the world - only 
directors and above got those.

I felt quite nervous as I walked towards the main 
reception. The whole  thing was still very dreamlike 
and I was still not quite sure how  everything would 
play out. Would everyone know me as my new self or  
would I get caught out? I told myself not to be silly 
- everything seemed  to have changed around me, so of 
course I was not going to be caught  out. I felt my 
stomach flip as I tried to walk nonchalantly to 
reception.

"Good morning Mr. Philips. I thought you were off 
today?" Said the  receptionist smiling.

"I was. There seems to be some sort of crisis. Do you 
have a temporary  pass? I forgot mine in the rush 
over here."

"Of course Sir." She said handing it to me. Out of 
habit I went to sign  the book.

"Don't worry about that sir. I'll sign you in." She 
smiled at me again as  she wrote my entry in the 
book.

I made my way through the corridors to Lucy's 
cubicle. Just before I got  there I passed our 
directors office. "L Philips" a sign said clearly on 
the  door. It seemed I really had made it. I briefly 
wondered what had  happened to Jack Cole who I 
remembered as the director. I was about to  go and 
inspect my new domain when Lucy saw me.

"Thank god you are here. The Czechs have been an the 
phone all  morning and Paul is going mad."

Paul was our main salesman and he was always going 
mad.

"O.k. just tell me the facts." I said as I walked 
into the office and made  myself comfortable in the 
big leather chair. Lucy followed and sat in  the 
chair opposite. As she talked me through the crisis I 
found myself  looking round the room. All the 
pictures were the same as I  remembered from Jack 
Cole's days, except for the football posters which  
had been replaced by framed pictures of sailing 
boats. I guessed that I  still liked to sail, 
although these boats were much bigger than the  
dinghies I was used to. I looked at Lucy as she 
continued to talk. I had  not noticed before, but she 
was actually quite attractive - petite and blond and 
dressed immaculately in a brown business suit and 
white blouse.  She may have been old enough to be my 
mother, but she still had good  legs.

I stopped myself. What was I doing? Here I was being 
briefed on a  major crisis, and all I could do was 
ogle at my secretary's legs. I had not  been a man 
for more than a few hours and I was already a sexist. 
I  laughed to myself at the thought.

"Sorry. Did I say something funny?" said Lucy. 

"No. It's not your fault. I was just thinking how it 
always seems to be  Paul who generates these crises." 
I lied quickly.

Lucy laughed. It had always been an open secret that 
everyone in the  department thought Paul was an 
idiot, so I was on fairly safe ground.

The next couple of hours were a bit of a blur. I 
quickly realized that the  crisis was actually just 
another one of Paul's typical cock-ups. He had  
rather foolishly promised the Czechs something we 
could not possibly  deliver and then tried to pretend 
he had done no such thing. I rather  enjoyed the 
dressing down I gave him. I then had to spend several 
hours  talking to the customer apologizing and 
working out a way to placate  them. All through this 
Lucy kept me fueled with constant cups of coffee  and 
words of support.

Eventually I was through the crisis and realized that 
the constant coffee  was having its usual effect. My 
bladder was full to overflowing. In fact  it was 
hurting.

I hurried down the hall and bumped into Lucy coming 
out of the ladies  room. I was lucky I did, otherwise 
I would have gone in out of habit. I  made some lame 
excuse and went on to the men's room.

Inside it was quite like the ladies', but the end 3 
cubicles had been  replaced by a row of four urinals. 
There were a couple of guys standing  at them peeing. 
I was not ready for that yet, so I walked down to a  
cubicle. I pulled my jeans and panties down and sat 
down.  Remembering my spray first thing in the 
morning, I took care to point  my penis down and 
opened my bladder. It felt strange, there was a  
noticeable pause before the stream started and there 
was a feeling of  water flowing inside me. As my very 
full bladder emptied I vaguely  remembered school 
biology lessons about how a man's urethra was  much 
longer than a woman's. I wondered if there were any 
more  practical biology lessons to come.

Back at my desk the message light was flashing on my 
phone. I got  quite a shock when I listened to it:

"Hi Lou. I bet you are really working today, even 
though you promised  to take some leave! Just don't 
forget our date tonight. I have made  something 
really special and your life will be hell if it 
spoils. Be at my  place at 7:30 or be prepared to 
hide from the Mafia! No need to call me  back - just 
be on time!"

It was Sally. It seemed that my new self still knew 
her. I wondered just  what she had meant by 'date' - 
was it romantic, or just friendly? Not  sure if I 
could cope with romantic I spent a large part of the 
rest of the  day worrying about it.

I was still nervous when I got home. My girlie side 
was coming through  - I had no idea what to wear, and 
had no idea what my relationship with  Sally was in 
this life. Yesterday it would have been easy - Sally 
was my  oldest friend from early school days and we 
had shared everything. She  had told me all about her 
boyfriends, loves and losses and in return I  had 
told her all about mine. If this was the same Sally I 
knew she was  that nineties rarity a twenty-something 
virgin. My Sally had always  talked a lot about sex, 
and had even enjoyed most things you could do  
without actually "doing it". She was no religious 
prude, she just said she  wanted to save it for 
someone special. 

I decided I had to find out something more about my 
new relationship  with her. I searched the house for 
clues. Eventually I struck gold. There  was a letter 
from Sally that allowed me to work out the whole 
story. It  seemed that I had known this Sally since 
childhood as well, but being  different sexes, it 
seemed the relationship was not quite as close.  
Despite that, it seemed as if most of the facts of 
our lives were the same  until we went to University 
when we had got separated and drifted  apart. We had 
only just re-met by accident one day in town. The 
letter  said how she had been really pleased to see 
me and had asked me to  come over for dinner 
sometime.

I breathed a small sigh of relief - at least it 
sounded like I would not  have any trouble knowing 
what to say. Relieved, I applied myself to the  
problem of what to wear. It was actually quite easy 
once I looked in the  wardrobe. I settled on a pair 
of designer jeans and a simple open necked  shirt - I 
had never learned to tie ties very well and convinced 
myself one  would be too formal.

I stopped on the way to her apartment to buy some 
flowers. It was quite  late, and the shop had sold 
out of most of their nice displays, so I settled  on 
a single rose as a token gift. 

As I rang the doorbell and waited for her to answer, 
my stomach was  jumping somersaults. 

She opened the door. It was the same Sally I had 
known all my life. The  same bouncy manner, the same 
smile and the same wicked sense of humour.

"Guilty about something?" she joked, pointing at the 
flower I offered  her.

"No, I just thought I would make a little gesture for 
an old friend." I  smiled back.

"That's sweet" she said and kissed me gently on the 
cheek.

She led me through to her sitting room.

"Something to drink?" she asked holding a bottle of 
wine up.

"Please." I needed a drink to steady my nerves.

I watched Sally as she poured the wine. She was 
dressed in a simple  blue silk summer dress that hung 
loosely to a few inches above her  knees. Her legs 
were covered in sheer white hose that complemented  
the light blue of the dress nicely. Her hair was 
different from how I  remembered it. A natural 
blonde, she had always worn it long and loose,  but 
now it was cut into a short high backed bob. In the 
low cut summer  dress the shaved nape of her neck 
looked particularly elegant. It was  just like a 
style that I had shown her in a magazine the day 
before in my  "other" life.

"You look really nice."

"Thanks. What do you think of the new hair?"

"I like it." I commented as she handed me the wine.

"I wasn't sure when I had it cut, but I'm getting 
used to it now. You're  sure you like it and not just 
being polite? Most men seem to prefer long  hair."

"No it really suits you. You have really nice 
features and the style  shows them off perfectly."

She smiled and blushed slightly. It reminded me of 
her as a younger girl  when we had been learning 
about life. We were only about ten or  eleven and had 
been swimming in her parents' pool. At that age we  
were quite shy about our bodies, and when we were 
getting changed  afterwards her towel had slipped and 
I had seen her naked for the first  time. I had found 
myself staring at her body: even then she had the  
beginnings of her breasts. Just a slight bulge and an 
enlargement of her  nipples, but more than I had. 
When she had seen me looking she had  blushed just 
like today. 

I found myself looking at her breasts as they hung 
under her dress. She  obviously had no bra on and I 
could clearly make out the shape of her  nipples 
through the silk. Her eyes caught mine and it was 
obvious what  I was looking at. It was my turn to 
blush as she smiled back, but said  nothing.

I quickly looked away and made some conversation 
about her collection  of pictures. I did not really 
listen as she explained how they were all by  friends 
of hers from college. I found myself imagining what 
she would  look like without the dress.  I tried to 
stop myself. I had often watched  men look at me like 
this and had not always enjoyed it. But my new  body 
seemed to be winning - the more I tried not to look, 
the more I  did. I even found my cock was starting to 
get hard as I looked at her.

I was quite glad when she excused herself to finish 
dinner. It gave me a  chance to collect my thoughts 
and try and get my body under control. It  did not 
really work. Her apartment did not have a separate 
kitchen, but  just a cooking area divided off by a 
breakfast bar. As she moved about  fixing the meal, I 
found my eyes following her around. At one point she  
leaned over to get something from a draw and the 
front of her dress  drooped open. I could see her 
boobs hanging free beneath. I felt my  cock stiffen 
as I watched. It was quite uncomfortable and I tried 
to  discreetly rearrange my clothes around it. The 
result was more  comfortable, but much more obvious - 
the front of my jeans looked like  a little tent. 
Hoping she had not noticed I got up and pretended to 
look  at her pictures. Eventually, by forcing myself 
to remember the names of  all kings of England, the 
bulge receded. It was only just in time, as she  had 
finished preparing the meal and was ready to serve.

Dinner passed quickly with conversation about old 
times. It seemed that  even in this new body, we had 
shared most of the same experiences. For  most of the 
time I was able to forget the changes that had 
happened to  me and just enjoy the food and company.

After the meal I offered to do the dishes, but Sally 
insisted on leaving  them until the morning, so we 
returned to her living room. We  continued chatting 
and the conversation returned to her art collection.

"Have a closer look at this one." She said looking at 
a strange abstract  pattern. "It was painted by a 
girl who is half Indian and half Chinese. I think the 
cultural influences really show through."

I made a noise of agreement, but did not really see 
anything of the sort.

As I stood close behind her looking at the picture, I 
could feel the  warmth of her body. I was a little 
bit taller than before, and I could look  down at 
her. I must have had some of my girly instincts left, 
as I found  myself thinking about her new hair cut. 
The style was one that looked  simple but was hard to 
get right. Sally's hair was perfect and I guessed it  
had been expensive. It was trimmed into a bob that 
was longer in the  front than behind, and the back 
had been tapered down to a closely  shaved neck. The 
nape of her neck really did look cute like that. I 
could  smell her perfume - not one I recognised, but 
the light but slightly spicy  sexy scent was perfect 
for a summer evening. 

On impulse I slipped my arms around her waist and I 
leaned down and  gently kissed her pretty neck.

"Thanks for a lovely meal." I whispered in her ear.

She said nothing, but simply turned around with my 
arms still around  her waist. For a moment I was 
looking into her lovely blue eyes, before  they 
closed as she softly kissed me on the lips.

"Thank you for remembering your old friend" was all 
she said before  her arms were around my neck and she 
was kissing me much harder.  Part of me felt this was 
not right, but I returned the kiss with equal  
passion. If I am honest with myself, I had imagined 
doing this with her  even when I was a girl, so there 
was not much will to fight my new  male urges.

She kissed me long and hard. I felt her tongue 
probing my mouth and I  responded. I could feel my 
cock getting really hard and tried to back off  so 
she could not feel it. As I tried she just pulled me 
closer so I could  feel her rubbing her crotch 
against mine. It was just the sort of thing I  had 
done as a girl when I had felt a man's cock get hard, 
and I knew it  was me that had caused it. The 
pressure against my cock felt good as  she continued 
to kiss me hard. We kissed for a long time, 
alternatively  gently and passionately until 
eventually we stopped for air.

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time" she 
said looking at me and  smiling as I held her.

"Me too. Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?"

"No."

"You're beautiful" was all I could say before she was 
kissing me again.

As we kissed, my hands ran over her body. It felt 
smooth beneath the  silk of her dress and I could 
feel she had nothing beneath it. Suddenly  she pulled 
away slightly. I felt her loosen my shirt and felt 
her hands  against my bare chest. She massaged my 
nipples gently. To my surprise  they felt almost as 
sensitive as when I had been a girl. I repaid the  
favour and gently rubbed her nipples through the 
silky material. I felt them harden under my hands.

"That's nice," she murmured as she stood and let me 
play with her  boobs. Her hand reached out and I felt 
her rub my cock.

I gasped. It was so sensitive, I thought I would come 
on the spot. It was  just like having my clitoris 
stroked, but somehow more urgent. I  rubbed myself 
against her hand and was completely immersed in the  
sensations. In the back of my mind I remembered how 
men had acted  like this when I rubbed their cocks - 
they soon forgot about anything  else and just let 
you please them. I had always told my girlfriends 
that  men were ruled by their cocks, and now I knew 
why it was true.

Just as I was thinking this, she backed away and 
silently lead me into  her bedroom. In one quick move 
she slipped her dress over her head  and was naked 
except for her white stockings. She eased my shirt 
off  me, loosened my belt and the next thing I knew I 
was as naked as she  was. She lay on the bed, and I 
lay beside her. We kissed and caressed  softly as we 
got to know each other's bodies. She was 
exceptionally  beautiful. Her body was slim and 
athletic. Her boobs were large, but not  so big that 
they drooped. Her legs were long and ended in a 
neatly  trimmed triangle of blond hair. The short 
hairs resembled the pretty  nape of her neck.

I ran my fingernails gently down her side from her 
neck to her foot,  then even more gently up the 
inside of her leg. I had always loved it  when a man 
did this to me and I hoped it felt as good for her. 
The  contrast between the silky material of the 
stocking, the lace of their tops  and the softness of 
skin looked and felt very sexy. As I reached the top  
of her leg I made sure to move from my nails to 
fingertips as I felt the  short soft hairs. I moved 
my fingers lightly over the top of her slit - I  
could imagine how it felt as they moved with just a 
little pressure on her  clitoris. Only a few men know 
how to touch a woman there properly,  and I was 
determined to be one of them.

I kissed her gently on the mouth and gently massaged 
her clit through her  lips. As I rubbed gently, she 
responded to every move with a corresponding probe of 
her tongue in my mouth. As she kissed harder, I 
rubbed harder; as she was gentler so I was gentle in 
response. I felt her take my cock in her hand and rub 
it in rhythm with my fingers.

As she rubbed my cock, it became harder and harder to 
concentrate on  her pleasure. All I wanted was to 
come and come quickly. I could feel it  building and 
knew it would all be over if I did not do something. 
I  carefully moved her hand and started to kiss her 
neck. I slowly moved  down until I was kissing her 
nipples. I sucked very gently - I hated it  when men 
sucked so hard it felt they were suckling on me.

I continued down her body kissing as I went until I 
was kneeling  between her legs. I could smell her 
natural scent as I moved my lips  towards her slit. I 
kissed her softly and let my tongue slip in between  
her lips and over her clitoris. It felt hard against 
my tongue. The taste  was not new to me - one of my 
most personal secrets was my favourite  way of 
masturbating. I would use my fingers to rub my clitty 
between  its lips, and sometimes push one of my 
fingers deep inside my body.  When I took it out I 
would lick off the juices and let myself imagine I  
was licking another woman. Now I was a man and was 
really kissing  another woman's sex. I hoped I knew 
what she was feeling. Kissing her  pussy is one of 
the nicest things a man can do for a woman, but sadly  
only a few men like to and even fewer know how to do 
it properly. I  moved her clitty between my lips and 
flicked my tongue lightly over it.  I slowly 
increased my movements and was rewarded with a murmur  
from Sally. I was in no hurry and wanted her to enjoy 
this.

I could taste her juices as she gyrated her hips 
under my mouth. I  carefully pushed a finger inside 
her. She was very wet, but also quite  tight. I 
remembered that the Sally I had known was still a 
virgin, and it felt as if she still was. I was 
determined to be even more careful and  moved my 
finger extremely gently as I continued to lick and 
suck her  clitoris.

"Harder. Use your finger and fuck me harder." It 
seemed Sally had  other ideas. I did as she asked and 
was rewarded:

"Yes. Just like that!"

As I ate her pussy and fucked her with my finger I 
could feel her getting  wetter and wetter. Her taste 
seemed to get more intense as well. The  combined 
effects of tasting her juices and hearing her murmur 
with  pleasure was getting me really turned on too. I 
could feel my cock  leaking juices and could feel a 
throbbing in my balls. Just as I was  frightened I 
would come all on my own, Sally went quiet and a few  
seconds later I felt her pussy grip my finger 
tightly. Her muscles  spasmed for few seconds before 
I heard her sigh contentedly and felt  her body 
relax. I continued to lick her softly until she 
gently pulled my  face away and up to kiss her on the 
lips.

"That was wonderful. No one has ever given me head 
like that. I  thought I was in heaven." She kissed me 
again and hugged me hard. We  lay like that for what 
seemed a long time.

Eventually she started to kiss me passionately again. 
She moved her  body against mine rubbing her very wet 
pussy against my bare cock.

"I've a secret" she whispered in my ear. "I'm still a 
virgin. I want you to be my first."

I kissed her tenderly and just held her for a moment. 

She rolled onto her back and opened her legs. I moved 
between them  until my cock was touching her lips. I 
remembered how very few men  had been able to find my 
hole without some help as I fumbled to get it  into 
the right place. I was glad when she guided me with 
her hand.

As my cock pushed into her I knew what she was 
feeling. I did not want  to hurt her and moved 
slowly, despite all my new male instincts telling  me 
to plunge it in hard. Eventually I was in as far as I 
could go. The  sensation was like nothing I had felt 
before. It was as if she was  enclosing all of me, 
not just a few inches of organ. She tried to pull me  
even closer and kissed me hard - pushing her tongue 
deep into my  mouth as if in an echo to my cock in 
her. I started to thrust my hips in  and out. I was 
soon taken over by some very primeval urges and was  
thrusting her harder and harder. I tried to think of 
her, but kept losing  control.

"Come on, fuck me hard." She called out. "Let 
yourself go. Don't try  and hold back, I want to feel 
you come in me. Yes that's right, hard.  Harder."

I needed no encouragement. I was thrusting hard and 
deep and could  feel something happening deep in my 
balls. I felt something start to  flow inside me and 
I came. It felt similar to coming as a woman, but  
somehow more physical. I thrust hard and deep and 
felt my semen  squirt into her. As a woman, I loved 
the feeling of a man coming inside  me, but did not 
think of it then. All I wanted to do was push into 
her  and plant me seed deep within her. It was 
countless times better than  when I had jerked off in 
the morning.

As I started to come down, I opened my eyes and saw 
Sally's pretty face  smiling back at me. I started to 
pull out of her.

"No stay there for a while. It feels nice to have you 
there. I've never felt  this close to anyone before."

Nor had I. I knew that this was something very 
special.

Sally smiled at me and said:

"I'm glad Veronica is a witch. Now I can love you 
properly."

"You knew?"

"Of course! I put her up to it. She thought she was 
paying you a lesson  for doubting her, but I had 
other motives."

"I love you." was all I could say before she kissed 
me and held me tight.

We made love twice more that night and I hoped 
Veronica's spell would  never wear off.



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