Ravenous Desires

by Jennifer White

 

I hated my life. I had a nice job, a nice house, a big screen tele, a good car, and more. But there was one problem: girls. I could just never score with them, so even though I had almost everything I wanted, I was alone. I thought about sex all the time, and I lusted after girls. I had quite a collection of porno on my computer, and that gave me some comfort, but it wasn't enough. I needed the real thing.

Every time I started to see a woman, it would take forever, and they'd never put out. I'd try to take them on dates, treat them nicely, and even pay for everything (as a gentleman is supposed to). But after a few weeks, when I'd try to make a move, I'd strike out, and they'd dump me. I'd start all over, but no luck. I was so frustrated, I didn't know what to do!

That was until I decided to go see the witch. I know, you think there's no such thing as a witch. But in the small town out in the country I grew up in, all of the kids stayed out of the dark woods. There was a real witch there. She had threatened the town that if we exposed her existence, we all would suffer. And so the town was sworn to secrecy. I won't tell you the name of our little town. I don't want her to punish me!

But out of desperation, I broke down and went to see her. It was rather scary walking through the dark woods. Even at noon, it was so dusky in there, you would think it was night. I finally found her little house, which I had seen once as a child, when I had gone into the woods on a dare. Outside her house was a small graveyard, which made the place look eerie and even scarier. I held my breath as I knocked on the door.

The door swung open on its own, creaking loudly. I walked in. The witch was there all right, stirring something in a pan on the stove. She wasn't old looking or green skinned. Those are myths. She was tall, with long straight jet black hair. Her straight cut bangs made me stare at her black eyes, which seemed so powerful that I had to look away.

She wore a black dress that exposed her long perfect legs. I was quite surprised to see she wore high heels shoes! I also couldn't help but notice her huge breasts, and the wonderful cleavage that was exposed in the V of her neckline. Her nails were pained black, and she wore a black necklace. Her fingers were adorned with rings of various colors. She looked to be a frightening combination of sexy, attraction, power, and something I couldn't put my finger on, which made me want to keep my distance.

"You are here because you want something" she stated, as she stirred something in her pan.

"Is that your witches brew?" I asked.

"No silly. Its soup. A witch needs to eat too. Now have a seat, and tell me why you came to see me. I am a busy woman."

"Um, well," I said, as I sat down in the chair where she indicated, "You could say I'm having girl problems."

"I see" she replied, cutting right to the chase. She was all business. "You are lonely, no girl will have you, and you want me to cast a spell on a girl, so that she falls madly in love with you, and you can have sex all the time. Isn't that right?"

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Honey, I'm over 200 years old. Do you know how many of your kind have come to see me over the years? People only come to me when they are truly desperate. For men, that usually equates with love. From the way you dress, I can tell you don't have a girlfriend. So it must be that you're lonely, and you want my help."

"You know everything" I said. "I'm begging you to help me. Please!"

"Now why should I help you? I don't do magic just for the sake of it. There needs to be a reason. What's in it for me?"

"What can I offer you? Money?"

"I have no need for money" she chuckled. "But what I do need is someone on the outside to help me from time to time. I tell you what. I'll help you with your problem, if you agree that one weekend each month, you'll come to me, and do my bidding, no matter what I ask of you."

"It's a deal!" I exclaimed, overjoyed that she was going to help me!

"Very well" she said. "Now tell me in more detail what you want."

"Its just like you said" I started. "I need a woman, but none of them will have me. I can't get past first base with them. I want you to take a beautiful young woman, and make her fall madly in love with me, so that we can have sex all the time, whenever I want it."

The witch threw her head back and laughed.

"You don't know anything about women, do you" she said. "Even if a woman was madly in love with you, you sill wouldn't have sex all the time, whenever you wanted. You'd still need to work at it."

"Then I want a woman who has nothing on her brain but sex" I said. "Someone who is constantly horny."

"You're asking me to take a woman, a living sentient being, and to erase a large part of her mind, making her only think of sex? Do you realize what a terrible request that is? There is no price you can pay me that will be enough for me to do that to a woman."

I was crestfallen. So I wasn't going to get what I wanted.

"But there is a way" she said.

"What?" I asked, eager to find out.

"What you want, is a woman with the sex drive of a man. You want a woman who thinks of sex the way a man does. You need a woman with a man's mind."

"And how would I find one of those?" I asked.

"You need to make one. You need to turn a man into a woman."

"Now look" I said. "I want a woman. Not a man. I don't want to have sex with a man!"

"You're not listening. That's not what I'm saying" she scolded. "What I'm going to do for you, is to give you a spell, so that you can turn a man into a woman. He'll retain his inner self, but with feminine traits overriding parts his mind, like how to stand, how to sit, how to move with grace, and so on. He will be a woman, in every way. But with the residual part of his male mind, he will constantly want sex, just as he did when he was a man. It will be what you want: a woman who loves you, and has a constant need for sex."

"Perfect!" I said. "Let's do it."

"As you wish" said the witch. "Wait here, while I prepare what you'll need."

She went into another room, and seemed to be gone a long time. I looked around her house while I waited. She had two cats, but they weren't black ones, like the stereotype. One was a gray tabby, and the other was a calico. They sat by the fire and purred. The house was nicely kept up. From the outside it looked like a shack, but on the inside, it was a very warm, cozy cottage.

Finally, the witch returned, with a bag in hand. She opened it up, and laid the contents out on the table. I was surprised to see what it was she had brought me: a bra and panty set, a skirt, a tank top, high heel shoes, makeup, and jewelry.

"There" she said.

"And what am I supposed to do with those?" I asked.

"The man who puts these on will transform into the woman of your dreams. All you need to do is to lure a man to your house, get him to put these on, and in moments, he'll become what you desire."

I thought about that for a few seconds.

"Um, how am I supposed to get him to dress up in those?"

"You'll think of something."

"Couldn't you do something to make it easier for me? I mean, guys won't dress up in that, no matter what. If you could add some sort of spell, so that it can be easier...."

"I see" she replied. "Yes, men are scared of all things feminine. I supposed it would be difficult for a mere male to manipulate another male into wearing these. I could do as you want, and add another spell. But if I do that for you, it will again cost you. Instead of one weekend each month, you must agree to serve me three weekends each month."

"Its a deal!" I said, not hesitating for a moment.

"Wait here" she said. "I'll be back in a few moments. Go have some soup. It is very good. It won't hurt you; it's just beef barley."

I did as she suggested, and had a cup of soup while I waited for her. I didn't turn into a toad or anything. But let me tell you, I was very nervous as I took my first sip! Just as I was finishing the soup, she returned to me with the bag.

"Here you go" she said. "All you need to do is to make sure that the man you want to transform finds this outfit. From then on, the magic will take over. He will even think it is a good idea!"

"Thank you so much" I said.

"Don't thank me yet" said the witch. "I want you to get down on your knees now in front of me, and swear your loyalty to me."

I got down on my knees, and looked up at her. She looked so stunning, so beautiful, and so powerful.

"Swear to me that you belong to me now, and you will do my bidding as you have agreed. Tell me your are mine."

"I swear, I belong to you now" I said. "I will do your bidding. I am yours."

"Very well" she said. "I will see you next weekend, so you can begin to pay me back."

"I'll be here" I replied.

I hurried out the door, and almost ran down the forest path, eager to get away from there, and head to my house. I had what I needed now, to make my life perfect. All I had to do was to get the right guy to come over, and the magic would do the rest.

 

* * *

 

I spent a long time deciding on who I would transform. I decided against using the outfit on any of my friends. That seemed cruel. And it would be weird knowing that the chick I was screwing used to be one of my buddies. No, it needed to be someone I didn't like. Someone that it would thrill me to be on top of, fucking.

Suddenly, I knew who I wanted. Alex. He worked with me, and he was such a prick. I hated his guts. He took credit for my work, he sucked up to the bosses, and he got all the awards and credit, while I did all of the hard work. Now that was someone I'd be very happy to transform into a woman, and make her my sex slave!

On Monday, at the end of the day I went over to Alex.

"Listen" I said. "I know we've had some differences in the past, and we haven't always been friends. But I know we're going to be working together for some time. Who knows, you could even be my next boss. So I'd like to bury the hatchet. Why don't you come by tonight, and watch the football match on my big screen? I'll have some beer and snacks. It will be fun. What do you say?"

"Sounds good. I'll be there" said Alex.

He was beaming with pride. I had played it perfectly, telling him I thought he might be the next boss. He thought I was trying to suck up to him, because I was afraid of working for him if we were enemies. He would triumphantly come to my house, and try to gloat over me. His ego was all swollen up, and he couldn't resist this chance! And so, he would show up, not knowing the magic I'd have ready for him.

 

* * *

 

After work, I went to the store, and bought lots of beer. I cleaned up my place a bit, since it was a mess! Now everything was ready for the game, except the outfit. It was in my closet, in the bag. I just needed to put it somewhere that Alex would be sure to find it. But where would that be? I decided that if we drank a bunch of beers, he'd have to go pee. So the bathroom was the best place to put it. I set the bag on the counter, and nodded my head.

But what if he came in, did his business, then left? What would make him look inside the bag? I decided that I had better lay out the contents on the counter by the sink, so he'd be sure to see them. I opened up the bag, took everything out, and laid it on the counter. The clothes were all so sexy and inviting! I couldn't wait to see them on Alex, as he transformed into the woman of my dreams. Soon, I'd be touching his huge firm breasts, feeling his soft skin. I loved women's breasts, and I imagined what they'd feel like in my hands.

That was when I heard something startling: a sexy female voice, whispering to me. It sounded like it was all around me, or even in my head. But I knew it had to be coming from the clothes. In particular, the bra! It was whispering to me.

"You love breasts so much" it said. "Just once, wouldn't you like to feel what its like to have them?"

"No!" I thought. I want to feel them, not have them.

"If you put me on, you can feel what its like to have soft mounds on your chest. Think how wonderful it would feel to cup your hands around your own full, firm breasts. They'll have big nipples at the end, and they'll be so sensitive, wanting to be touched. Just try me on. It will be the most delicious thing you've ever felt! Just for a few minutes. You can take me off, and you'll return to normal..."

I walked out of the room quickly. The bra was trying to seduce me! It was trying to make me put it on. But something about what it said stuck in my head. I did love to look at women's breasts. I longed to put my hands around them, to feel them, to hold them. Soon, Alex would have big breasts for me to hold. But I could get a sneak peak at them. I could see what they'd look like. And I could feel, just once, what it was like for a woman to have breasts on her chest.

Just for a minute or two. What harm would there be? I'd get some inside information, that no other man ever had. I'd find out what it felt like. Then I'd know how to be a better lover. It was such a good idea! I went back to the bathroom, and immediately the whispering picked up where it had let off.

"I'll gently cradle your breasts" said the bra in a sultry voice. "Think how wonderful it will feel for you to have me on, just for a moment! Think how sensuous it will be to experience what its like to have breasts. You want to wear me, and find out. Put me on, darling. You're just aching to wear me now. I can feel it. Yes. Remove your shirt. Yes. Pick me up. Yes. Put your arms under my straps. Yes, pull me close. Yes. Reach behind, and close me up. I'll guide your hands, to make it easy."

I felt almost orgasmic, as I looked in the mirror, and saw the perfect mounds on my chest. DD's! I joyously cupped my hands over them, and felt their weight. They were so firm, so full, so wonderful in every way. I tingled all over, as a rush of pleasure swept over me. I looked down at myself, and saw the massive mounds of female flesh on my chest.

Suddenly, I was overcome with total panic. I had boobs! No! I hurried to remove the bra as quickly as I could, fumbling with the stupid clasps in back. I took it off, and threw it to the counter. I looked in the mirror. Thankfully, the boobs were gone. I was myself again. I quickly picked up my shirt, and put it on.

I had to be careful! The bra had just seduced me into wear it! I smiled. Alex would never be able to resist its call. Soon, he would be the one with big boobs on his chest. And soon, he'd have a pussy, that I could fuck. I couldn't wait to have my first time plunging myself deep into a woman's warm wet pussy.

"Mmmmm" said another whispered female voice. "It feels so good to do that. A pussy is the most wonderful thing! You would not believe the pleasures you can feel from having one."

It was the panties. They were talking to me now too.

"You loved how it felt to have boobs" said the bra to me. "Put me on again, so you can feel the wonderful mounds on your chest."

"Don't listen to her" said the panties. "The pleasure of having boobs is nothing, when compared to what a pussy can bring you. It is what you've desired all your life, to feel yourself deep within a pussy. You want pussy so much! Think of it; you can feel what is like to have one. Put me on, just for a moment, and you can experience the delicious pleasures of having a pussy. Just for a minute! You can take me back off. Don't you want to feel something that no man can? Something more pleasurable than you can imagine?"

The panties were trying to seduce me into wearing them too! I had to get out of there!

"Remember how wonderful it felt to wear me?" said the bra, sounding sad and along. "Please put me on. Just for a moment. I want to feel the warmth from your wonderful body again. It felt so good to touch you."

"Please, I beg you! Please wear me, just for a moment" said the panties. "You'll be rewarded with the greatest pleasure you can imagine! You'll know what a pussy feels like. You can be the greatest lover in the world, if you know what no man does. I want you so much!"

I thought about it for a moment. What a great idea! I could put on the panties, just for a minute, and I'd get to feel something that no man ever had. I'd get to feel what it is like to have a pussy. Just for a minute, then I'd take them off. I'd be the best lover in the world, because I'd know something that no man ever could. I reached down, and undid my bet.

"Oooh" said the panties, almost sounding orgasmic. "I can't wait to feel you, my darling. Yes. Take your pants off for me, so I can be close to you. Yes. Take off your boxers, so nothing can come between you and I, my little angel. Yes. Put your feet through the leg holes. Yes. Pull me up. Yes. Oh yes! Oh yes!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my little angel, you're so wonderful! Oh, your pussy is just divine!"

I looked in the mirror. Whereas I had been as hard as a rock seconds before, now the panties I had on laid flat against me in the front! I looked down in amazement. I put my hand over them, and felt the soft mound beneath.

"Put your finger under me" they whispered. "It would feel so good to touch yourself in there."

My finger slipped under the elastic waistband of my panties. I moved it down past my pubic hair, until I found the top of the slit I had down there. I gasped in pleasure. I felt a rush in my brain, as my finger discovered the female pleasure center down there. I was finding my clit. I looked at myself in the mirror.

No! I had the bra on again! I didn't remember putting it on! Yet there, it was, on my chest. I had big full boobs now. Wonderful soft mounds on my chest, adding to my overwhelming pleasure.

"Mmmmmmmmmm" said bra, sounding orgasmic.

"Ooooooooh, baby" said the panties.

"If only you had smooth legs and curves" said another voice. The skirt. "Think how wonderful you'd feel with me on you, wrapping around your waist, so you could feel what its like to have curves. You'd be so pretty. It would feel so wonderful. You like feeling these wonderful feminine pleasures, don't you? Aaaaah. Yes, princess. Put me on. You'll feel so good, my pretty little darling."

I almost took the skirt up in my hand. But as I reached for it, I again realized what was happening: these clothes were trying to seduce me, and turn me into a woman! I had to stop now, before it was too late! I almost ripped off the panties, and again fumbled to get the bra off of me, before the changes became permanent. The witch didn't say how long it would take wearing them, before you couldn't change back. I threw them down onto the counter, and swore I'd never wear them again!

The clothes all talked to me at once now.

"Come on baby, don't leave me alone" moaned the bra. "Think of how much pleasure you felt from wearing me! Don't you feel cold, sad, and plain now without me?"

"No darling, my little flower. Don't leave me off" sobbed the panties. "Didn't it feel so much better when you had me on? You didn't complete your work, my princess. You don't know how it feels to have an orgasm in your pussy yet. Put me back on, so you can become the greatest lover in the world!"

"Think of how good you'll feel when you have curves, and your legs are soft and smooth" said the skirt.

And now a new voice joined in.

"Your feel will look so pretty in me" said the shoes. "You want to feel what its like to wear heels, don't you? You've always looked at women, and their shoes have turned you on. Now you can feel what its like for them."

And another voice chimed in too.

"Your face looks so sad and plain" it said. It was the makeup. "But once you put me on, you'll look so pretty. Your face will be so sultry, so sexy, and you'll feel wonderful once you're wearing me."

I took a step back, away from the clothes. I was still nude, and I needed to put my clothes back on. I reached down to pick up my boxers. I shook my head in disgust when I saw my toenails. They needed to be cut down, filed, and then I could put on my nail polish. How could I have forgotten to do them? And what about my fingernails? I was about to have my date come over, and I had forgotten to do them too!

I gasped in horror as I realized what I had just thought. Those weren't my thoughts; those were a girl's thoughts. I remembered what the witch had said: the man that the clothes transformed would retain his inner self, but with feminine thoughts overriding him in some areas. In just the short time I had worn those clothes, they had been trying to alter my mind! They were making me want to wear nailpolish, and do my nails, so I'd look good for my date.

No! It wasn't a date! He was coming over so I could transform him. Not me! He was going to be the girl.

"I miss you so much, baby" said the panties. "Please, put me on so you can feel what its like to have a female orgasm!"

"Doesn't your chest feel empty without your boobs?" said the bra. "I want to touch you, darling! Put me on, please, I beg you!"

"Oh, you'll feel so wonderful when you have curves" said the skirt. "I want to wrap myself around you! Please try me on!"

"Your face looks so plain, but I can fix you, and make you pretty" offered the makeup.

"You'll be so sexy when you wear me" said the tank top. "He won't be able to resist you. I'll hold you so tight, and make your beautiful breasts look so inviting for him. You want to wear me don't you, so you can look sexy for him?"

"Your chest looks so sad and so flat" said the bra. "Please put me on, so you can be whole again. You need your boobs. Remember how good it felt to have them?"

I looked at my smooth hairless chest in the mirror. It did look sad, being so flat. My hands touched my little tiny nipples. It felt so much better to have the nice big full nipples, inside the wide rings of color, atop the glorious mounds on my chest. Wait! Why was my chest hairless? Somehow, even though I took off the bra, my chest hair had not returned!

I looked at myself in the mirror. Seeing a naked man in the mirror got me aroused. I stared at the big penis I saw in the mirror. It made me squirm inside.

"Just think how it feel to let it up into your pussy" moaned the panties.

"No!" I said out loud. "Stop this! You're supposed to transform Alex, not me!"

I had to get my clothes on, and get out of there. These female things had done enough to me. If I didn't get out of there right away, they'd trap me, and I'd never be myself again. I pulled on my boxers, ignoring the pleading cries from the panties. I pulled on my T-shirt, which made both the bra and the tank top become desperate, pleading with me to wear them. Then I pulled on my jeans, making the skirt become desperate in her attempts to reach me. But I would have none of it; I needed to stop now, before it was too late!

There. I was myself. I wasn't going to let these things turn me into a girl! I was going to go finish getting things ready for Alex. I would stick to the plan, and make him become the girl. I just had to be sure to get him to drink enough beer, that he'd have to go pee, and come into the bathroom.

"If you put me on, he'd find you the ideal hostess" said the makeup. "You'd be able to get him to drink as much beer as you want, if you put me on. If you don't he might not drink any."

It seemed like such a good idea! Make sure that he drank enough beer, so that he did have to go to the bathroom.

"You can't risk it" advised the makeup. "Just put on a little."

I picked up the mascara, and quickly applied a light coat to my eyelashes.

"Oh yes, baby. You look so much better" said the makeup. "Now just a bit of eye shadow, to make your eyes look sultry. Yes. And a touch of pink lip gloss, so that he stares are your mouth, and listens to what you say. Yes, you look so much better now. You need some rouge on your cheeks too, don't you? Oh yes. You look so pretty now. You're the ideal hostess. Now you can get your date to do what you want."

I felt so proud. My plan was working perfectly. He wouldn't know what hit him. As I stared at my face, I reached down, automatically, and picked up the diamond pendant necklace. I reached behind my neck, and fastened the clasp with an expert hand. I let it go, and felt the cold metal touching my chest.

"It looks so sad hanging there like that" said the voice from the bra. "Wouldn't it look better if it was hanging just above your boobs?"

Almost automatically, I removed my shirt, and put on the bra.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yes!" said the bra, screaming in orgasmic pleasure. A pleasure I shared, as the full breasts on my chest filled out DD cups. The pendant now hung there, just above my wonderful boobs.

"They'll look even better when I'm wrapped around them" said the tank top. "Yes, princess. Pick me up. Oh, yes. "Pull me on, but be careful not to get makeup on me! You don't want to smear your makeup! You want to look pretty for your date."

I looked at myself in the mirror, at my thin arms, small wrists, and delicate hands. True to her word, the tank top made me look really exciting. It was quite tight, making the large mounds on my chest seem even more exciting and inviting. The lacy trim at the bottom looked so pretty. I reached down and put on the diamond tennis bracelet, and the women's watch.

"I need to do my nails" I said out loud in a high sexy pitched voice that I recognized as my own.

"You had better put me on first" advised the skirt. "You don't want to get nailpolish on me."

It made so much sense! I took off my jeans, and the disgusting boxers, and I threw them on the floor.

"You need to put me on first" said the panties. "Yes, my little delicate flower. Ooooh, that feels so good to be touching you again. Yes, pull me on, so you can feel the pleasure of having your pussy. Ooooooh."

My eyes closed for a second, as I was overwhelmed with the good feeling of having my pussy back again. It felt so right. It was such a good idea for me to wear my clothes, instead of those awful ones for a guy. I felt so much better in my clothes. I reached down, and pulled on my skirt.

"Aaaah, at last" it said. "Now you can feel your curves. Doesn't it feel wonderful to have long smooth legs, and sexy curves? Now you look so desirable. He'll have a hard time keeping his hands off of you."

"You'll look even better once you step into me" said the heels.

I didn't even think about it; I put them on, and fastened the straps. I stood up, moving expertly in them. I missed my earrings. I reached down, and put them in. That made me feel so much better. I ran my fingers through the long jet black hair that was cascading off of my head. It looked so pretty, the way it curled up under at the ends!

My face looked so pretty. My thin eyebrows, my high cheekbones, my soft kissable lips. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of me! Mmm, I could hardly wait, as I put on my nailpolish. With each brush stroke, it seemed like my nails were growing longer, and prettier. When I was done, they were perfect ovals, bright red, and attractive.

Now all of my clothes were on. I picked up the yucky men's clothes on the floor, and dumped them in the trash. I wiped my hands for good measure. Good riddance to garbage. I'd never wear them again!

I strutted out into the livingroom, to make sure everything was ready. Suddenly, I felt foolish. I had forgot to buy flowers! I looked around the room, thinking of all the things I needed to do in order to redecorate the place. It looked like a man's house, and that seemed so wrong!

I turned to the mirror one more time to double check myself. Everything looked perfect. I wasn't hearing voices from my clothes anymore; it seemed like those words and thoughts were things inside my head now, not things they clothes were saying. I turned to the door, just in time to see Alex walk in.

He seemed so handsome, so masculine! I felt a tingle between my legs. I wanted him. I needed him. I licked my lips.

"What took you so long?" I said in a flirty voice. "I've been waiting for you to show up, so you could fuck me."

Suddenly, my mind snapped to attention. This was Alex! The man from work I hated! Why did I want for him to fuck me? Oh no! I suddenly realized that I had become a woman! It was like the past half hour had been a dream. Now I came too, and everything caught up to me at once. I was a woman now. I was still me, but the way I was moving, the way I was standing, the way I was twirling my hand in my hair, they were all very feminine behaviors.

And I wanted him, so badly! I just needed to feel him pounding me in my pussy. I ached for him. As much as I knew I hated him, I walked up to him so that the tips of my breasts were touching his chest. My arms automatically wrapped themselves around his neck, and my mouth formed words that I wound never consciously say.

"Do you like what you see?" said my voice, even though I was trying not to speak. "Take me. Fuck me hard. I want you. Now."

"Sure, babe" he said, as my hands started to automatically unbutton his dress shirt. "But I don't even know your name."

"I'm Raven" I said. "And I'm all yours."

My body was acting on its own now, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I led Alex to the bedroom, and against my will, my body took over and pressed into him, kissing him with an open mouth.

"Oh baby, I can feel you get all hard" said my mouth, as I felt the terrible feeling of his penis getting erect inside his pants. In moments, he had them off, and I could see it pointing right at me, slightly upturned. He reached under my skirt, and he pulled down my panties. Unlike before, my genitals did not return to their previous form. I was a woman now, and the magic in the panties was gone. My pussy was real, and very permanent.

"Take me baby" I screamed, as my body was desperate to feel him inside me. "How do you want me?"

"Doggie style" he said, as he pushed me towards the bed. I put my hands on the bed, and spread my legs wide open for him. On the inside, the part that was me tried desperately to stop this. But the feminine side overrode everything, making me become desperate to have him. I couldn't help it. I wanted him so much.

That was when I felt him take the tip of his penis, and gently push it into the wet opening of my slit. As it started to slide in, the wider part at the tip rubbed against my clitoris, sending orgasms though me. It was such a strong sensation that I couldn't even think. I was just awash in total pleasure. My mouth was moaning now, and I started yelling.

"Yeah baby! You're so big! Fuck me harder! Harder!"

He was pounding me now, and all I could do was to feel the pleasure as he thrust again and again, in and out, in and out. I screamed out loud, as yet another orgasm hit me, making me feel dizzy and weak.

When at last I felt a warm stream of fluid start to ooze out of me and drip down my leg, I almost collapsed. Alex ran to the rest room and returned with a towel so I could clean myself up. I wiped away the sticky goo from his come.

"I hope you recover quickly" I said. "I can't wait to do that again."

"Give me an hour Raven, and I'll be ready to go again."

"But I want you now" I said, hungry for more.

I sat on the bed, and spread my legs wide open. I pointed down to my pussy.

"Use your tongue. Do me now, baby. Show me how much you want me."

I pulled off my tank top, and undid my bra. Alex smiled as he got down on his knees in front of me. He put his hands on my boobs, and started to massage them, as his tongue started to lick my pussy. I was in heaven, as he worked me, making me come again and again. When he was done, I wanted to hold him close and snuggle for hours. But part of me knew that guys didn't like that."

"Come on" I said, pulling on my tank top without my bra. "The game is on, and the beer is cold. As soon as you're ready, we'll go again."

I didn't bother to put on my panties either. My skirt was enough. I could sit so that Alex would see my pussy, so he'd get excited again, and take me. It felt so good for him to be inside me like that!

 

* * *

 

"Raven, this is the best date I've ever had" he told me, as I kissed him good night. "I have to go to work tomorrow, or I'd offer to stay the night."

"You come back any time" I said. "I'm always ready for you."

I giggled as he kissed me again, touching me on my bosom. I mouthed the words 'I want you', as he turned to go.

 

After he left, I felt kind of empty. I was so excited, and I wanted to have him fuck me again. But he was gone. So I started to clean up the house. When I got to the bathroom, I saw a bag that had held my clothes. At the bottom of the bag had been some tissue paper, but when I looked there now, it was gone. In its place was a large pink dildo!

"Let me fuck you babe" it whispered in a deep masculine voice. "Let me into your sweet pussy."

I smiled. I wouldn't be getting much sleep that night!

 

* * *

 

"I didn't realize just how much I look like you, Agatha" I told the witch.

"That's right Raven. In fact, you could be my daughter. I want for you to call me 'mother' from now on."

"Tell me mother, when you gave me the clothes, did you know that they would catch me, and transform me?"

"That's right Raven. I knew you were so hungry for sexual exploration, that they would have an easy time transforming you. That was why I didn't want to put the second spell on them. But you insisted."

"I'm glad you did" I replied. "I'm so much happier, now that I'm a girl."

"You're a young woman" she corrected. "You're not six or seven. You're twenty years old, in the prime of your sexual flower."

"And with an unquenchable appetite for sex!" I added, giggling.

"That's right, Raven" she said.. I'm so glad you've decided to come live with me, and be my daughter. I'll train you in all of my secrets, and let you into my coven. But first, I need for you to do something for me."

"Yes mother, anything" I replied.

"There is a lonely young man, who just turned eighteen. He wished he could make love to a beautiful woman, but nobody will have him. I will take you to his house now, into his bedroom. I'll put a cloak of silence on the room, so nobody can hear you. And then I want you to let him live out his deepest fantasies. Will you do that for your mother?"

I smiled.

"You're the very best mother a girl could ever have" I said, as I hugged her.

 

The End

  

  

  

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