Try to reassure Tracey that she's not going crazy (This branch will be -free)

You watch Tracey question her own sexual orientation and why she is attracted to you, stroking your cock as she says she isn't attracted to other cocks. You start to realize how just powerful the enchantment is. You can see how confused and conflicted she is by the things the magic is making her feel and do. You don't want to cause her unnecessary trauma.

At the same time, you've never felt anything but your own hand on your cock. The soft, gentle stroking of a girl who was your unattainable crush is making your shaft strain and the head throb and leak precum. You know you wouldn't give this up... even if you could. The website said the spell was for life, and couldn't be undone.

You reach out and stroke her hair. Your fingers comb back through it. It feels soft and silky. You smile down at her, as she lifts her eyes to yours. "You know for some people, it doesn't matter all that much about whether someone has a cock or a pussy." you say softly. "I think you probably feel like you're just attracted to the person, not their equipment, right?" You let out a soft chuckle, and stroke her cheek with your fingertips. "You believe that gender is just a construct. Don't you? There's no need to worry about why we're so attracted to each other. We just are."

She nods, her smile spreading wider and the look of confusion and doubt lifting from her face, as you give her a rationale that she can believe for her new feelings. "So, you're attracted to me like that, too?" she asks, sounding thrilled to hear it. Her grip tightens slightly on your cock, and her stroking speeds up a little. "I've never... um... done anything with a guy before. So I hope it's good for you."

You laugh quietly, bend down and kiss her softly on the lips. "Any guy would give his left arm to have a chance with you. I'm sure it will be everything I ever dreamed about." You tell her. "Besides, I've never done anything with a girl before, either. So we'll figure it out together." Your breathing has gotten heavy, and you are starting to feel like you're getting close to losing control and cumming from her still mild hand-job. You don't want it to end that quickly, so you cover her stroking hand with yours and pull her hand away from your shaft. "If you keep that up, it'll be over a lot faster than either of us want, though." you say, only half joking.

You sit on the bed next to her, sliding your arm around her, and pull her into a kiss. This time you aren't so rough, you take your time. Your tongue just teases between her lips. You wait to feel her reaction. She leans into you, and opens her mouth wider, her tongue slides over and swirls around yours, so you deepen the kiss.

As you do, your hand moves between her thighs. Her legs open for you. You slide your hand up, and your fingers brush over her pussy lips. They feel so wet. You think she must be getting the sheets under her soaked. You start to stroke your fingers up and down over her pussy. She lets out a gasp and tenses at first. Maybe you were too rough? Then her kiss becomes more urgent. Her hands grip you tighter. Her hips start rocking, humping against your rubbing hand.

Tracey pulls away from the kiss and her mouth moves to your ear. She pants out "I want you inside me. Please. I want to know what it feels like." Her hand moves back to your hard cock that's pointing up towards the ceiling. She doesn't grip it, just slides her palm up and down along the underside. "Fuck me. Show me what it's like to be with a man." She pleads.

You aren't going to argue. You reach over and open your desk drawer and pull out the condoms. You tear off one packet from the strip and rip it open. You fumble to get it pulled down over your cock. Tracey watches, her expression eager and curious. You move your hands to her shoulders, and guide her gently to lay back on your bed. You move over her, your knees bumping her thighs as you maneuver between her legs. She spreads them wide for you, grinning up at you and biting her lower lip in anticipation.

You grip the base of your shaft and guide the head of your cock to her folds. It takes you a couple of awkward prods to work the tip between them and work inside her. You're getting slightly frustrated, but then Tracey shifts under you and lifts her hips, trying to help you align. Then nods enthusiastically as you finally find her entrance. You slowly sink your hard cock into the warm tightness of her pussy. It's like nothing you've ever experienced.

A brief grimace of discomfort flashes over Tracey's face as you first penetrate her, but then head lolls back, and her expression changes to one ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhhhh... Yeeeesss...." she moans. You push in to the root and hold there, enjoying the feeling of your cock being enveloped. You both breath deeply, looking into each others eyes. Then you start to pump your hips. Slowly at first, not sure of what you're doing, or if you'll hurt her. You feel her moving under you, rocking up against you as you thrust. You become more confident. You start to drive in faster.

She tenses under you. You feel her walls clench hard on your shaft. You have to shove in deep and hold still to keep her spasming pussy from pushing your cock completely out. "CMMmmmnnngg..." she grunts out through clenched teeth. It's too much for you. Your hips buck forward, making a stabbing thrust into her and your cock erupts, twitching and pumping out a load of cum.

You hold still on top of her as the last of your cum dribbles out, and you try to catch your breath. Then you roll off her and sprawl on your back on the bed. She curls, pressing her body against your, and resting her head on your sweaty chest. You both breath fast and heavy for a while, not able to speak. "Fuck," she breathes out. "That was the hardest I've ever cum. You are so fucking amazing." Her fingertips lightly traces a pattern on your bare chest. She shakes her head. "It felt warm, and hard, and alive, nothing like a toy, or a tongue, or fingers. It felt so wrong, though... like I know that having a cock in me is the last thing I want. But... that made it even hotter somehow." She lifts her head to look you in the eyes. "And because it was you, it just made everything... perfect." Her eyes shine with adoration.

"You're perfect," Tracey continues. "I hope I didn't disappoint you. Like I said, I don't know much about doing stuff with guys." She has a tinge of actual worry in her voice. "I know I can get better. Be better for you."

You laugh at that. "If you were any better, I might have had a heart attack. You were amazing." You tug her by the hair into a long, lingering kiss.

"That means you want to do this more? Regularly. You know, be... together... like boyfriend and girlfriend?" she asks hopefully.

"Of course. I literally wished for it. Even did a ritual to make it happen." You tell her with a chuckle.

Tracey blinks back tears, grinning "I can't even believe how happy I am."

That's when you hear your sister's car pulling into the driveway.