Perfect Plan







 Kyle stifled a moan at the realisation of where his traitor feet had brought him. His every instinct screamed at him to flee but instead he crept through the door of the suburban house drawn irresistibly onward by a need he barely understood and was powerless to resist.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, he had possessed her,  he was supposed to be the one in control. But the longer he was in Serena's body the less in control he felt. 

He'd started with a simple enough goal, revenge against Joel, the swaggering jock that had made high-school miserable for him. Possessing Joel's on off girlfriend Serena as part of his revenge plot had perhaps been an extreme step but he had been able to justify it to himself at the time.

From that point that things had started to go wrong. From the moment he'd opened his eyes in Serena's home and felt the soft weight of her tits resting on his chest he'd felt the hot urgent need building within his borrowed body. 

He hadn't really understood what was happening at first. Serena's body had felt so good, a wonderland of erotic new experiences waiting for him to explore it. 

He'd indulged his curiosity, telling himself his revenge could wait, that he couldn't waste the opportunity Serena's body gave him. He owed it to himself, to men everywhere, to experience things from the other side. But fooling around with Serena's voluptuous form only stoked the fire inside it.

 Rubbing her pussy to orgasm left him gasping and twitching and wanting more. Coming on her nimble fingers again and again just increased the empty ache between his legs. Even the enticing array of toys he found at the back of her closet only sharpened the sense that something was missing. 

Finally he attempt to pull himself together. He had to get out of her apartment, clear his head, focus. 

He dressed in a hurry not caring how revealing the clothes were as his hands picked them out with any conscious thought from him. He fled Serena's home in a pair of high heels he shouldn't have known how to stand in never mind walk in. 

He was barely aware of the way he was moving, a catwalk strut engineered to draw every eye to it. His racing mind tried desperately to reassert itself as he recognised the street where Joel lived.

"No, no, no, this isn't the plan" he whined softly as he stole through the back door of Joel's home "It was supposed to be public. I want to dump him in front of all his friends, make him squirm..."

His hands, Serena's hands? The distinction was growing fuzzy. Their hands wandered over their body as the inescapable need drew them in. The sound of running water called them to the bathroom. 

The part of them that still stubbornly resisted quailed at the knowledge of what was about to happen. Any second now the muscular man would notice them. He'd notice and then he'd turn around and then...

"Oh baby," she cooed as her boyfriend turned her eyes falling to the hard length of his gorgeous cock "I hope you were thinking about me. I know I've been think about you. Come on baby why don't you show me exactly what you had in mind?"

With a contented sigh she stepped in his embrace sure that this plan would work perfectly. 

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