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Chapter 5
    The whirlpool of energy appeared before me and I gladly leaped into it, letting it drag my soul back to Earth, while wondering what new adventure awaited me and my purloined privates.
    I opened my eyes and found Harold leaning over me. I tried to embrace him and realized I couldn’t move my hands. I briefly looked around, noticing the clock on the nightstand. It read 7:42 PM - an earlier start than usual. I looked up and saw why I couldn’t move my arms. They were tied...no, handcuffed ...above my head to the bedpost. So this was his kink of the week, eh? The bondage was interesting, although judging by his position on top of me, things were going to be a little vanilla otherwise. That was okay, though. Sometimes it was good to get back to the basics. I gave him a salacious wink to let him know I was ready and he immediately plunged into me.
    I let out a moan at the feeling. It was tighter than expected and I actually felt a slight bit of pain as he forced his erection deep inside of me. I happened to glance down at the body that I inhabited and saw the firm tightness of youth. Interesting.
    “This one’s a bit young, isn’t she?” I hissed through clenched teeth while I struggled to contain his manhood. Whoever owned this body hadn’t had more than a handful of partners, if that. It was nice...reminded me of my own misspent youth and those first few men I had let use me. Harold and I had met not long after and I remembered how our younger selves had fucked like rabbits in those early days. I smiled, thinking of the three hours ahead of me. He’d be lucky to keep up.
    “Freshman from the local college,” he replied, continuing to thrust into her - me - with everything he had. “Now shut the fuck up, Lydia...or do I have to gag you?”
    That might have been fun, but it wouldn’t have left my mouth free to tease him. I lifted my head and put my tongue to better use than for talking. I nipped at his neck and tried to work my way down, albeit it was easier said than done while restrained. The bastard wasn’t about to win that easily, though. The body I inhabited was young, strong, and nubile...perhaps a runner or maybe a cheerleader. I wrapped my legs around Harold, crossed them over his ass, and bucked my hips with everything I had.
    “Oh God, Lydia!” he gasped, trying to regain control. I tittered in response. With me tied down, he thought he was firmly in charge. I may have been a nineteen or twenty-year-old, physically, but mentally I was an experienced woman. He should have known better. Let him dominate this body after I left, for now, though, I was going to enjoy making him cum, whether or not he wanted to.
    He tried to pull back, but I just locked my legs more tightly around him, grinding my hips upward until the tip of his cock slammed against this body’s cervix. I felt a small shudder rock me. The feeling was so delicious that I wanted to lose myself in it. This body was young, tight, and wet...it wouldn’t be able to withstand many more hits like that, but that was fine too. If I timed this right...
    And I did. My hands were useless, so I used everything else I had. Rocking my body against his, I felt his rock-hard manhood plunge into me again. I arched my back and felt his rough chest scraping against my overly sensitive nipples. A girlish squeal escaped my lips. I couldn’t help myself. I remembered back to my first time. His name escaped me - Doug or something like that - but I never forgot his body. He had lasted maybe thirty seconds inside of me, barely enough time to lift my bra, but it had been enough. By the time he pulled his sticky member from my newly deflowered body, I knew that my days of being a girl were finished. I had become a woman.
    That thought, combined with this body and Harold’s hammering, began to send me over the edge. I contracted with everything I had, unwilling to give up, and was rewarded for my efforts by a splash of Harold’s warm seed deep