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By taking advantage of my gift I had procured lots of sex, some
excellent, some poor and some painful. However none of it had been
while I was in my own body. I spent a considerable amount of time and
planning on the logistics of rectifying that omission.

Firstly I duplicated all the restraint equipment I had in my
soundproofed basement, giving me two mattresses and two sets of
electronic cuffs linked to two timers. Then I installed electronic
locks operated by key pads on my basement and front doors. Even after
all the work was done, I demurred executing my plan for a while
because it represented a considerable escalation of my activities so
far, with an inherent extra risk.

As before, the trigger for execution turned out to be a desire for
revenge.

I was in a convenience store, buying a newspaper and some milk, when
I ended up behind a group of girls from the local school who were
buying snacks and drinks for their break times. One of them in
particular caught my eye, a dirty-blonde girl about fourteen, wearing
the school uniform of white blouse, blue pullover, blue blazer with
yellow insignia, and black pants. She was very slim, but her uniform
was very tight and emphasised her developing curves. Her face was
pretty, but I'd describe it as 'interesting' rather than beautiful,
with premature wrinkle lines where she had utilised its
expressiveness. By chance she was standing quite close to me and she
smelled absolutely delicious. I couldn't help but stare at her and
take an imprint.    

Suddenly one of her friends noticed the attention I was paying her
and gave her a dig in the ribs with an elbow.

"Watch out Nat, loser alert!"

The blonde looked in my direction and started giggling, then all the
girls turned round and joined in.

"Are any of you girls planning to pay in the near future?"

The cashier, a formidable middle-aged woman, interrupted the girls'
mocking. Just as suddenly as they had noticed me, the girls forgot
about me again.

"Are you going to hang at my place tonight Nat?" asked the girl who
had noticed me initially.

"Yeah, I'll come round after I've done my homework. I'll be there
about eight. I can't stay too long because my curfew starts at ten
and I've been grounded once this month already," the blonde replied.

That was all the information I needed.

The girls paid for their purchases, and I was next to be served.

"Little monsters, aren't they," said the cashier sympathetically,
"The girls are worse than the boys."

I nodded my agreement.

That night, just before eight, I set things in motion. I went
through routine and check-list. Plenty of lavender air-freshener?
Check. Clothes off? Check. Ankle-cuffs on? Check. Timer set for
twelve hours? Check. Left wrist cuffed? Check. Ball-gag and
blindfold? Check. I groped my right wrist into its cuff and pressed
it shut. I was now bound and helpless on a mattress in my
soundproofed basement.

I concentrated hard on my imprint of the blonde and suddenly I was
in her body, accompanied by the familiar stomach-churing sensations
of disorientation. The blonde had been walking briskly along the
pavement when I took over, and not having any control I fell
headfirst. Fortunately I had a relatively safe landing, the only
damage being some scuff marks to the knees of my pants. Gingerly I
got to my feet. Damn, heels - only about an inch but enough to make
me wobble unsteadily. I took stock. I didn't recognise the road, but
I saw a road sign bearing a name I recognised - I was about half a
mile from my home. I was still wearing most of my school uniform -
pullover, blouse and pants - but the blazer had been exchanged for a
pale blue hooded top. I was carrying a small leather bag over my
shoulder. I pulled the hood up over my head to reduce the chance of
anyone recognising me and I set off to my home where my real body was
incarcerated.

I tottered home with no further incidents, and typed my pin number
on the keypad. I hoped none of my neighbours had been watching, but
they'd only have had a few seconds opportunity because my property
was relatively secluded. Indoors I was surprised at the smell. It
wasn't unpleasant, just unfamiliar. This was how my house smelled to
a stranger.

The shoulder bag started playing music. I rummaged inside and found
the mobile phone. There was a text message from someone called Kayla
asking where I had got to. I replied with a message that I had
problems at home and wasn't allowed out, but I'd see her tomorrow. I
searched the rest of the bag but couldn't find anything giving Nat's
full name or her address.

Leaving my shoes at the top of the stairs because I daren't risk
them in the unaccustomed heels, I made my way down to the basement,
typed in my pin on the keypad and went in. The girl in my real body
heard me enter the basement and started struggling vainly against the
cuffs. She tried to call out or scream, but the ball-gag prevented
her from emitting much more than grunts and hums.

Ignoring her, I undressed myself, something which was trickier than
I expected as the bra proved quite a struggle to unfasten. I was
surprised by my lacy panties - definitely meant to be seen and not
something I'd expect as schoolwear. I looked over my body with a
critical eye, but it was actually rather good. A bit skinny, but the
hips were flaring nicely giving me a well-defined waist. The breasts
were quite small, but firm and pert. My pussy had a thin thatch of
wiry brown hairs. I was a bottle blonde. I investigated my pussy with
my fingers, teasing my clit with my fingertips to find out what felt
good, then testing myself with a finger. I felt hot and tight inside,
and at a guess the body was probably a virgin although it didn't have
a hymen. 

I went over to my real body. Nat sensed my proximity and renewed her
struggles. On impulse, I reached over and took the flaccid cock in my
hand. It jerked, but stayed soft. I rubbed the shaft with both hands,
and it sprouted to life. Out of curiosity I continued to pump the
shaft vigorously. Nat's breathing changed from panicky gasps to more
even, deep breaths. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of my cock.

I didn't want my real body to cum yet because it would have impacted
my planned activities, so I released the cock. Nats breathing became
shallower again, with a somewhat disappointed note to it. I wondered
what it felt had like for her, suddenly finding herself with an
aroused male organ. 

I reset the timer on the cuffs to ten minutes, then I hurried over
to the empty mattress, set the timer to twenty minutes and cuffed,
blindfolded and gagged myself. It took a bit longer than I expected
because Nat's body was about a foot shorter than mine and I had to
adjust the ankle cuff chains accordingly.

I relaxed and concentrated on my real body. I felt the familiar
stomach-churning lurch and dizziness. I knew I was back in my real
body because I could feel my slowly deflating cock and I could just
make out Nat's delicious scent above the lavender air-freshener. My
timer soon went click and released my wrists. I quickly removed the
gag, blindfold and ankle cuffs and went to Nat's timer, upping it to
twelve hours. My wrists and ankles were sore where Nat had struggled
against the cuffs. I'd have to add some more padding. But other than
that, everything seemed to be going well, as I relaxed and enjoyed
the sight of the naked, helpless, cute teen spreadeagled on the
mattress, bringing my cock back to life.

I crawled onto Nat's mattress, kneeling between her knees. She knew
I was there, and became perfectly still, bracing herself for what I
might do next. I gently brushed the hair from her forehead, revealing
those cute frown lines above her blindfold, then I leaned forwards
and planted a soft kiss just above the navel. Nat started thrashing
around, her stomach muscles flexing attractively as she struggled
against her bonds, accompanied by more grunting. I wanted to warn Nat
not to pull against the cuffs or her wrists would get very sore, but
I was determined not to speak in case Nat could be identify my voice
in future.

When Nat's struggles died down again, I ran my hands lightly up and
down Nat's flanks, feeling her developing curves, and causing her to
shiver at my touch. I moved up to her breasts and lightly kissed
them. She was larger than an A-cup but not yet a B-cup, with plenty
of time to develop further. Nat started struggling again, but stopped
and held her breath when I sucked a nipple into my mouth and gripped
it lightly with my teeth.  Groping the firm but yielding flesh of the
other breast with my hand, I pinched the nipple causing Nat to start.
Then I switched breasts and repeated the process. Although I was
quite enjoying playing with her breasts, it was doing nothing for Nat
or my aching cock. I slowly kissed my way down Nat's body until I
reached her pussy, which I kissed on the lips while forcing my tongue
in between. This brought more struggles and protests from Nat.

I parted Nat's pussy lips and inserted a finger. She was dry.
However from my previous experimentation I knew how to arouse her
body, and I traced little circles round her clit with my tongue.
Nat's body defied her will, her breathing becoming deep and even and
her pussy becoming moist. I inserted a couple of fingers into Nat's
pussy and finger-fucked the tight hole while continuing to tease her
clit with my tongue. Nat's breathing became faster and shallower as
her body betrayed her, then suddenly her muscles clenched and she
ground her pussy into my face while she spasmed round my fingers.

When Nat's orgasm had died down she went limp with an attractive
flush to her body. Her pussy was now very wet and my cock was weeping
pre-cum. When I positioned the head at the entrance to Nat's pussy,
she started struggling and protesting more violently than before
against the tight restraints. I thrust hard, managing to force half
my cock  into her hot, tight hole. I pulled out almost all the way
then thrust in hard again, getting a little further. Nat stopped
struggling, but still grunted and hummed her protests through the
ball-gag. Little by little Nat stretched to accommodate my size, but
my cock was in heaven and I wasn't going to last long. Nat sobbed
resignedly. Too soon, Nat had stretched to accommodate me fully, I
felt my groin tighten. My cock exploded, forcing my seed deep into
Nat. My throbbing cock must have fired twenty jets of sperm into Nat
before my aching balls were drained. It was too quick and I
desperately wanted to carry on fucking this deliciously-scented teen.
I continued thrusting while my cock stayed hard, but my body failed
me and my cock conceded its hardness. I gave in and allowed my semi-
erect cock to slip out of Nat's sopping pussy.

Unsatisfied, I was determined to fuck Nat thoroughly before I
released her, but it would be a while before my flaccid member was
ready for a second round. How I envied my friend Mike and his ability
to carry on fucking until he reaching a second ejaculation.

I wondered how to spend the time until my cock had revived. Suddenly
I had an idea. Although the basement had an en-suite, I only kept a
few minimal items in it. Using the electronic keypad I left the
basement and went upstairs to my bathroom. My electric shaver had
been on charge since the morning and was fully juiced up. Back in the
basement I climbed on the mattress next to Nat, set the shaver to
'beard trimmer' and switched it on. Nat seemed to start when she
heard it and started protesting through the ball-gag, but could do
nothing as I sliced off her pussy hair. I quickly reduced the thatch
to stubble, then switched the shaver to its normal setting. I was
grateful for the shaver's flexible heads, which were able to follow
Nat's womanly contours. Soon the stubble had gone, with only the
faintest of reminders to the touch of what had been growing there. I
followed up with my tongue, licking Nat's pussy lips and feeling the
difference from the thatch. Without thinking I parted the pussy lips
and teased Nat's clit with my tongue again. This time I had nothing
to gain by hurrying, and I deliberately prolonged the process of
tormenting the clit. Nat's arousal grew very slowly but eventually
her breathing was quick and shallow and I knew she was close to
cumming. I moistened a finger and punctured Nat's anus. Too late she
clenched her sphincter to prevent the invasion, and I pushed in up to
the knuckle while seizing Nat's clit in a sucking bite. As the second
orgasm burst over her, I felt Nat's anal sphincter pulsing round my
finger.

At last my cock was hard again, and I resumed my place between Nat's
legs. She was slick with her juices and my previous spend and I
thrust hard straight in. Having cum so recently I was able to last
much longer this time, and I gave Nat's pussy a thorough pounding,
stretching her till I was in all the way. Eventually I felt my groin
start to tighten and my cock erupted, spurting more gobs of sperm
into Nat's pussy.

This time I was thoroughly spent. I got cleaned up in the en-suite
bathroom, reset Nat's timer to ten minutes, then I set my own timer
to twenty minutes and blindfolded, gagged and cuffed myself on my
mattress. I relaxed and concentrated on my imprint of Nat. My head
swirled and my stomach lurched, and with some relief I was back in
Nat's body - it was the first time I had occupied another body more
than once. Then I was hit by the pain from my wrists and ankles where
Nat had struggled against the restaints, then the soreness and
ickiness of my bruised pussy from the two fuckings, then my pussy
lips stinging from being shaved. The ten minutes seemed to last for
ages, but at last the timer went and my wrists were released from the
electronic cuffs. I freed myself quickly then moved to my real body
and set the timer up to twelve hours, not that I intended to stay in
Nat's body for that long. My real body struggled against the cuffs
with renewed vigour as Nat realised where she was.

I'd have to do something about the stuff oozing from my pussy before
I could get dressed and left. I went to the en-suite bathroom. I
didn't have the equipment for a douche but I managed to improvise to
stop the oozing, although I still felt icky inside. I slid my panties
up my legs, marvelling at the enhanced sensation as the soft, lacy
garment came into contact with my tingling, shaved pussy-lips. I
tried to put the bra on, but struggle as I might, I couldn't master
its intricacies and I eventually stuffed it in the shoulder bag.
Fortunately my breasts were quite small so it wouldn't be
uncomfortable. Blouse next, then pants and pullover.

Fully dressed, I went over to the timer beside my real body. I was
on the point of setting the timer down to 45 minutes when a
lascivious idea crossed my mind. As a man, the idea of a cock in my
anus invoked feelings of homophobia, but it hadn't been unpleasant
when I had been in the body of the preteen in the park. I took my
cock in my hand and squeezed it. No response, apart from Nat
protesting through the ball-gag. I gently pumped the cock with my
fist, and it slowly became hard again. This could work!

I quickly shucked my pants and panties again. I had to go upstairs
to the main bathroom for some lubricant, and I took the opportunity
to evacuate my bowels as much as possible. Back in the basement I
liberally coated round my anal sphincter with the baby oil, then I
coated Nat's cock, pumping it to full hardness again. Squatting over
my real body, I lowered myself until the cock was pushing at the
sphincter. I pushed out as though having a bowel movement while
simultaneously pushing down on the cock. The head squeezed past my
sphincter. I rested for a while then gave another mighty push out,
simultaneously pushing down on my cock. The cock slid into me to
about half its length. I could feeling my sphincter stretching
painfully and I felt very full inside. I was determined to get the
whole of the cock inside me so after another breather I again pushed
out as hard as I could while forcing myself down onto the cock. I had
the cock about three-quarters in me when my rectum reckoned it was
too full and my muscles started cramping. I rested again until the
feeling died away. I felt bruised inside although it wasn't painful,
but my sphincter felt stretched to the limit. Rather than try to
force more of the cock inside me, I tried to fuck it inside me,
raising myself so about an inch of cock slid out of me, then lowering
myself again to a little further than I was last time. Little by
little I managed to swallow the cock into my anus until I could feel
warm belly pressing against my buttocks.

To my surprise, from the sound of Nat's breathing, she was getting
very aroused. I had thought that my real body didn't have the
capability to cum yet again. Continuing the one-inch raising and
lowering I slowly increased the tempo, simultaneously teasing my clit
with a fingertip. Nat's breathing became shallower and faster,
keeping pace with mine. Suddenly I felt Nat's cock throbbing and
spurting deep within me just as my own orgasm broke and sent
delicious waves of pleasure spiralling out from my pussy.

When Nat's ejaculation finished, I felt her cock go limp. I lifted
myself off my real body, allowing the cock to slip out of me, and
became aware of my aching thigh muscles. My insides felt battered and
bruised and my sphincter was stinging painfully, so I was quietly
relieved the cock didn't have any blood on it, just streaks of white
semen and brown excrement, temporarily overpowering the smell of air-
freshener.

Both my holes felt icky, so I used the en-suite to get cleaned up as
best I could. Moistening some tissues, I cleaned the flaccid cock. It
looked rather red and I hoped it wouldn't feel too sore.

I really was finished this time. I put my panties and pants back on
and reset the timer next to my real body for forty-five minutes. I
picked up Nat's shoulder bag then, making sure the basement door was
locked behind me, I went upstairs and put on the dreaded high-heeled
shoes.

It was dark now, with less risk of being recognised. I tottered back
to where I had taken over Nat's body. I was a bit worried about being
out alone in such an attractive but weak body, but fortunately I
didn't see anyone. I found a convenient wall and sat down on it.
Checking the time by Nat's watch - it was just after ten, violating
her curfew, and giving me twenty minutes before the timer elapsed.

I concentrated hard and felt the familiar lurch and dizziness as I
re-entered my real body. Again my wrists and ankles felt sore where
Nat had struggled against the cuffs - I'd have to do something about
that. My cock felt sore and abused and my balls were aching with the
thorough draining. I'd be taking things easy for the next few days.
Eternity seemed to pass until I heard the welcome click as the timer
expired and my wrists sprang free.
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