I sat in my room naked.
I had found out from Matt had been with his girlfriend Rhianna, she was a stripper and nearly 30. She had a kid, a toddler or something. She was about a good 10 years older than him but definitely a MILF. Rhianna was a stripper who danced under the name Felony. She was half black/half white from Jamaica. She had a toned body, but she wanted another baby. Matt was really smart and good in bed, she remembered have her first natural orgasm with him since Kayne had been born. Suddenly I was Rhianna, I was black and trapped inside her body, without the ability influence events.
"Hey, handsome," I smiled as I walked toward the front door.
"Hey, Rhi," he smiled, wrapping his sweaty arms around my neck. It was odd, but I'm sure I enjoyed this.
"We should hang out in your room, Matt," I said hopefully. He smiled.
"What movie are we gonna watch?" he asked timidly.
"Anything you want," I said as I climbed up the stairs quickly. I wasn't interested in watching a movie at all.
I sprawled myself over Matt's double bed, waiting for him to enter. He came running up the stairs, put the movie on, and I moved to one side of the bed to let him sit next to me. He cuddled into me, and I let my hand 'slip' onto the front of his pants. I was ever so gentle about it, and he went hard. I giggled, taking my jacket off and tossing it onto the floor. I then cuddled back into Kyle, noticing he was still hard.
"Marissa..." he said my name seductively. "Are you... do you want to...?"
"Yeah," I said, climbing onto his lap and kissing him softly.
I felt all tingly as I did this... He noticed, and he started running his hands along my body. I kissed him so passionately, so heatedly, that I never wanted to stop. I pulled my singlet top over my head and threw it on the floor with my jacket. Matt slipped out of his own shirt, and rolled me onto my back. He started kissing down my neck, down to my breasts... down along my stomach. It tickled, but it felt good, too. Matt removed his pants... and then his underpants followed.
It was on now.
I threw my bra over towards the tv, that we had now switched off. I pulled my skirt and undies off, and Matt used his hands to pleasure me as he kissed me in that fierce, passionate way. We were both naked; the day Matt went down on me, I was on this very bed, and so nervous. I was nervous again, and Kyle positioned himself on top of me, kissing me. I felt something hard slip inside of me- it hurt a bit. I felt shaky as Matt began to thrust himself in to me. When he slipped in, it felt uncomfortable. I wasn't sure if this is what it was meant to be like, so I didn't say anything.
"Try to relax a bit, Matt," she whispered softly, kissing him again.
I held my hands at his sides as his thrusts became harder and deeper. Matt was gentle at first, but now it was a little more rough. It felt awkward, having something slide in and out of me. But then, it started to feel good. Really good. I started to move my body in sync with his, letting him get deeper. It felt amazing then. I was wondering to myself what I was so worried about... Matt knew exactly what he was doing, and my body was taking on the natural pattern of it. I could feel Matt starting to grunt and groan, needing the release.
It felt so good, I let out a joyous moan of pleasure.
"AAAHHH GOOODDD!" I cried.
My legs wrapped around his hips, my nails digging into his back. We were intertwined, as much as to people could be, my hips were bucking and this time (he thought I was on the pill) he blew his load. Warm seed hit my unprotected womb. I gripped on to his body, nails drawing blood. as he blasted me a second time. I was pregnant, I imagine the millions, no billions of Matt's sperm heading towards my eggs. I wanted another baby, maybe twins it ran in my family.
Back in my room I returned to my male body, my cock was at half mast. When the pendant cursed me, my tits exploded out of my chest like air bags in an auto wreck. My long hair fell down like a curtain being dropped. My legs become hairless and toned, my cock disappeared and I was staring at the line of hair on my vagina. So I was allergic to female orgasms? Sexual activity turned me from Elliot into Ellen? I became more vulnerable to it the more times I was close to a woman getting fucked? Did it have to be straight or would lesbian do it? What about porn and why was I black, why did I look just like Rhianna? Could I change my appearance by proximity to the person getting fucked?
So many questions and so little time.