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I closed my eyes to concentrate. I had no idea if this was going to work, but the last time I had tried something, all I had to do was picture it in my mind’s eye. I focused on the frozen form of Enrique Iglesias and imagined my vision getting closer and closer to him, like a slowly zooming close-up. I got close to his cheek, could see his stubble, moving closer to his temple, and then darkness.
I opened my eyes and took a step back at what I saw. I saw myself frozen on the bed next to a frozen Anna Kournikova. I looked down and saw that I was only dressed in black bikini underwear. I ran to the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I was Enrique Iglesias. A whole new power. But I couldn’t help wondering what had happened to the real Enrique. I turned to….myself and focused.
Soon enough, my body came to life. "…the hell is knocking on the do….What the hell is going on?" He looked over at me. "What the…"
I smiled at him. "Hello," I said, my voice sounding strange. It was Enrique’s.
He looked at me, inquisitively. (So that’s what I looked like during math class.) "Who are you?"
"I’m you, apparently."
He looked down at the body he had on. "Then who am I?"
I snapped my fingers, stopping the world, mainly because I didn’t know how to answer him., and because I had gotten my answer. I’d been able to switch bodies with Enrique, putting him in mine. And just like everyone else, I had frozen his essence, in my body, in time.
I jumped around to test my new temporary body out. I ran around the room and did some push-ups. It turns out that the Latin pretty boy was in pretty good shape. I guess you could be too if all you had to do was go on tour all your life and you had enough money to hire a personal trainer. I sat down in a chair away from the frozen group and tested my other powers, starting on myself.
My frozen body came to life, rising from the bed and standing at attention, arms to the sides. I had relaxed my body’s face since freezing Enrique when I did had left it looking rather dorky. I then commanded Anna to rise from the bed and stand at attention. The Russian beauty rose from the bed and walked over to the edge, standing right beside my frozen body. Her baby blue teddy was whisper-thin around the stomach and I could make out see her taut abs. I walked up to her, reached into my body’s pocket for my pocketknife, and slit Anna’s teddy right down the middle. I parted the tattered sides, clipped the straps, and pulled the thin fabric away from the tennis star’s body. I clipped the sides of her thong and threw it aside.
It was a wet dream come true. The world’s most desirable female athlete, now stood naked before me, ready to serve my every command. Her blonde hair ran down past her neck and onto her shoulders. She was quite tanned all over, from her outdoor matches obviously, but I also noticed that her tan was fairly even all around. (I guess those topless photos of her sunbathing were real.) I thought that the sun might be hell on her skin, yet when I ran my hands up her arms, across her chest, and caressed her erect brown nipples between my fingers, I found her skin to be smooth, almost velvety. Her breasts were perfect; round, smooth, immaculate. I took them in my hands and looked into her blank face. I let my eye wander down her darkened thighs, past her trimmed bush of dark blonde hair, down her silky calves, and her neatly manicured but unpainted nails. She was a perfect specimen. I couldn’t believe my luck.
"Smile for me, Anna." I said.
Her face lit up in that radiant California girl smile. Her blue eyes twinkled. Her brilliant teeth sparkled. I ran my hand down her stomach and probed a finger into her neatly trimmed bush. She wasn’t nearly as ready as I was, so I sat down on the bed and had Anna move to the middle of the room. It was time for a show. I sent a command to her having her believe that she was playing in a singles match. She would focus on an invisible opponent in front of her, holding an invisible racket, and follow an invisible tennis ball. Anna’s smile disappeared and was replaced with a stone-cold look of intensity. She went into a receiving crouch, twirling the invisible racket in her hands.
She lunged to the left, then to the right, letting out some grunts as she imagined making solid contact with the ball. A thin layer of sweat began to form on her forehead. After a while, she would stand back and reset, as if awaiting the serve. She would bounce up and down to keep herself at the ready. I marveled at how her perfect breasts quivered and swayed with every movement. Her grunting with each shot was making me harder and harder. I pulled down the black bikini underwear that I (Enrique, ah whatever!) was wearing, exposing my throbbing cock.
Anna was working up a good sweat now. She had been at it for nearly 15 minutes and a thin sheen of sweat made her tanned body gleam in the lights. She wiped her dampening brow with her hand and pushed her hair aside. She bent down to pick up an invisible ball and I snapped my fingers. She was frozen again, reaching down to the ground with her left hand. Her right foot was off the ground, toe pointing down toward the ground. I stood up from the chair, now naked, and walked up behind the Russian beauty. I got a glimpse at her now gleaming crotch, so inviting, so ready, so tempting.
I ran my hands all around her body, slowly running my fingers along her spine, just with my fingers at first, then with my palms flat on her soft skin. I moved slowly down her sides, around her hips. One hand moved toward her front and ran down her now moistening slit, the other hand stroked her firm backside. I slipped my finger inside her holiest of holes and felt the tightness and the warmth. I knelt down behind her and kissed the back of her shapely legs, tasting them as I ran my tongue down to her foot. I grabbed her right ankle and moved her leg upward. Now she was balancing on her left foot like an ice skater during a routine. I moved her leg out to the side, exposing her pussy to me.
I plunged in quickly and took in the warmth that was now surrounding my aching cock. Her crotch was like a vice, squeezing me tight. I began moving in and out of her slowly and deliberately, enjoying the wetness and the knowledge that a dream of mine was now coming true. I pulled out, took hold of her body, and started to reposition her.
After a few moments of manipulating, I had truly turned Anna into an ice skater. She was on her left leg, bent at the waist, back arched, head up, left leg extended outward. I reentered her and held her by the waist, making sure that she wouldn’t fall. She was much tighter in this position. And just watching the way her body was rippling in this position was getting me hotter than ever.
I thought I might loose my load right then and there so I pulled out, took hold of her waist, and dragged her across the carpet to the edge of the bed. I let out a command for Anna to imagine that she was in the middle of a wild sex session and was nearing orgasm as I plunged back into her quickly. As the tip of my cock entered her, Anna came to life. She panted and moaned, gripping the bedposts with both hands.
"Oh my God!" she said in that wonderfully exotic Russian accent.
"Harder! Âîçëþáëåííûé!"
She was speaking in Russian. I didn’t know what she was saying, but I was definitely getting turned on. I held on to her waist and worked into her like a jackhammer watching her tight ass ripple with each thrust. I took hold of both of her legs so that she was now parallel to the floor.
"Äà! Äà! Äà! Îðãàçì! Îðãàçì! Îðãàçì! Îðãàçì!" She lifted her head up. I pulled out, put her legs back on the ground, and turned her around to face me. I took her by the neck and kissed her deeply, probing her mouth with my tongue. She returned the favor. I felt her arms caress my back. She scraped her nails down my spine. My hands found her breasts and I squeezed them. I brought one hand down to her crotch and worked my finger inside.
As we kissed, I could feel her let out a jolt of surprise. I had found the young Russian’s G-spot. I rubbed it furiously and she breathlessly pulled her mouth away from mine. She was panting heavily now and making the most incredible noises. I eased her down to the floor. I was going to finish this on top of her. I lay her on the ground, took each of her gorgeous legs under my arms, and held her spread open. I plunged my cock into her once again much to her (and my) delight. She was just gasping loudly now, timed with every downward thrust of my cock. She thrashed her head about, her blonde hair matting at her forehead. She shuddered and let out a scream of ecstasy. I felt her tighten around my cock. The pressure built up in me and I let it go, I felt my cock spasm over and again as came inside of the Russian dream girl. I leaned in and met her forehead with mine, kissing her lips, running my tongue around her lips, pausing as I caught my breath. I kissed her again and she stopped huffing and puffing. She came to a standstill. Her world had stopped once again. I pulled out of her and stood above her, admiring the beauty and the pose she was in. Her arms and legs were up embracing a now invisible lover. Her crotch had a gaping hole from where I had been. Her head was tilted to the side, her eyes were shut, and her mouth open, frozen in the middle of our kiss.
"What a funny looking mannequin that would make," I said aloud still getting used to hearing Enrique’s voice when I spoke. I wondered if I started singing if it would come out like his. I figured that I wouldn’t chance it by trying to sing and ruin the guy’s career.
I walked over to the bathroom to splash some water on my face to clean up a bit. I was taken aback a little as the reflection wasn’t the one I was accustomed to. I rubbed my eyes, splashed more cold water on my face, and dried off. And suddenly something came to me.
Mannequins….
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