Surender to desire

I rose on tiptoe to meet him as he bent to kiss me. His stubble tickling slightly as our lips met. Such a strange sensation to kiss a man, to kiss Mark of all people. Part of me insisted I should be against this taboo passion, but my pounding heart and aching pussy urged me on regardless. It was like a dam breaking, all the secret shameful lust I'd been holding for Kelly bursting free and overwhelming all my inhibitions as it mingled with this body's obvious attraction for Mark.

It's not like he was really Mark anyway, I rationalised as his fingers tangled in my hair, any more than I was really Kelly. In a sense, this was nothing more than masturbation. Speaking of which...

Mark gasped and flinched back as my nimble fingers stole into his pants and wrapped around his erection.

"Mmm!" I smirked, "What's this? Getting all hot and hard over your sweet, innocent daughter's body? Dirty old man!"

"I, no! I mean, I would never!" he stammered, reflexively denying the fact he was doing exactly that.

"Silly," I giggled, surprising myself with how girlish I sounded. "No need to be coy. I'm you in here, remember? I know how you're feeling because I'm feeling it too."

I could see him resisting the idea the same way I'd been resisting taking advantage of being in Kelly's body, but he was close to breaking as I jerked his cock with the skill of long practice.

"You want her, you'd never act on it, but you can't help thinking about how it would feel to be with her, to claim her tight little pussy and... Eeek!" I squealed as Mark's body swept me up into the air and flung me down on his bed.

"God damn I raised a little prick tease didn't I," he growled but with a glint of humour in his eyes, "I can't believe you really want this if you're really me, but I'm not going to say no to this chance."

He shed his jeans and shirt, revealing a well toned body that left me feeling an odd mix of envy and admiration. I really had to make more time for the gym. I followed suit, pulling off my leggings and t-shirt and striking what I hoped was a sexy pose for my other self. He climbed onto the bed with me, an expression of helpless lust on his face as he ran his big hands over my smooth skin.

The next thing I knew, he was climbing on top of me, pushing my legs apart. I had a moment of near panic, feeling overwhelmed by the strangeness of it all, but before I could act, he was pushing into me.

"Fuuuck!" I gasped as my cunt parted to welcome him in, "You're in me oh Jesus fuck, I have a cock in my pussy!"

The strength of him, the incredible power of his thrusting cock, conquered me utterly. I clung to him like a man drowning in a tsunami as the most incredible orgasm wracked my body and shattered my mind. I'd never felt anything like it, even the climax I'd had from my accidental fumbling earlier was just a pale shadow of this glorious pleasure. Best of all, when I'd stopped seeing stars and could string a coherent thought together again, Mark was still fucking me!

I moaned encouragement in my stud's ear, urging him to fuck me harder, faster, and he obliged me with a second and third only slightly less intense orgasm.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna, I want, want to..." He panted, clearly nearing his limit.

"Do it," I told him, knowing exactly what he was thinking, "Don't hold anything back."

With a groan, he reared up, ripping out of my dripping cunt and aiming his swollen cock directly at my face, before unleashing a torrent of cum on me. This was something I'd often fantasied about doing to Tina, but my wife hated the taste of cum. I can't say I was a big fan of it myself, still, I played into his fantasy by trying to catch as much of his salty load in my mouth as I could while he painted my face and tits with his jizz.

Mark flopped back onto the bed, looking as utterly spent as I felt.

"Well, that answers that question," Tina's voice interrupted our post-coital stupor from the doorway, "I assume you two are actually me too, or am I going to have to deal with my kids being into **** on top of everything else?"

Mark snickered at that I couldn't help giggling, Tina too couldn't hold back her laughter as the absurdity of the situation struck home. Even my original, stood behind Tina at the door, managed a chuckle, although there was a certain shell shocked edge to it that made it clear he was still trying to process what he'd seen.

Eventually we all pulled ourselves together enough to move to the living room and decide our next move...