Gender Swapped Volume One

by Sophie Pert

  Was I really willing to go this far?

  I felt his cock jump as my hips shifted.

  Wasn’t I still a man inside?

  I took in his handsome face, his calm features, his easy masculinity.

  Did I really want this?

  I felt the firmness of his body beneath my touch, I felt the heat he was building up inside of me.

  I knew the answer.

  I threw myself into him, rushing forward to connect our lips once again. He grunted in response and that set me off even more and I ground my hips into his pelvis in response.

  His right hand squeezed my pert breast one more time and shifted off, sliding down my rib cage to my hip. He turned and started to walk, leading me over to the moss covered rock.

  As we walked we dipped down even further into the water until eventually we were fully submerged.

  I kept my lips pressed insistently against his, kept my body pushed into his, as I opened my eyes.

  The light filtered through the surface of the water, sending a pattern of light and shadow across the soft sandy bottom of the pool. It was unlike anything I had ever seen, a perfect paradise.

  We emerged from the water, breaking the surface and standing right by the rock platform.

  Both of his hands were on my waist now, and with a firm and sure grip he lifted me up and placed me sitting on the rock.

  He took a step back to look me up and down, taking in my full form as I blushed and turned away, then he took his place beside me.

  We sat, facing the pool, as he ducked into me and our lips met once more. Free of the water we didn’t have to worry about using our arms or legs to keep anchored to each other, we could have free and full movement.

  His hands touched my belly, slowly and tentatively moving up until the met the very bottoms of my breast. They arced over the flesh, taking their weight in each hand as his palms came up to meet his fingers. He squeezed gently, then let one hand drift away.

  I placed my hands on his legs, squeezing his thighs and feeling the firm sinew of his strong muscles. As his hands cupped my breasts I let my hands jump up to meet the wide flat of his strong chest.

  His one hand continued to squeeze and play with my breasts, tracing lines around it that always seemed to end with his lightly running the tip of his fingers over my nipple. His other hand delved down, landing on my thigh just above the knee and slowly massaging circles that came ever higher and higher.

  I let one hand drift around his neck, pulling his lips into mine with even greater force. The other hand fell on his hip, too tentative and nervous to go any further.

  His hand drifted away from my breast, finding its way around my back to trace lines and patterns in across that space. The other kept its persistent march, moving up and up my thigh until it came so very close. So close I could feel it. So close I could make it happen.

  I shifted my hips forward.

  He touched me.

  He touched my sex, ever so lightly at first with just the tips of his fingers falling on my outer lips. It was so slight, so gentle, but so powerful. It made me start to tremble, start to jump, made me moan in his mouth, made my hand slip.

  I touched him.

  My fingers brushed along the base of his shaft and I felt it jump from my touch. This set something off inside of me, some desperate need driven by the voice in the back of my head. I needed to touch him, more than anything else I had ever needed.

  He pulled away.

  With a smile he gently pushed me back so I was lying on my back on the rock, legs hooked over the edge.

  He came into view, his curls hanging down around his face as he bent down towards me with a smile. He kissed me gently on the lips, then drew his hand down over my eyes to close my eyelids.

  I heard him slip into the water.

  His hands grasped my legs and drew me closer to the edge of the rock, so that my asscheeks were just handing over it. I felt the back of my thighs resting on his shoulders. I felt his hot breath between my legs.

  He kissed me, on the inside of my right thigh about halfway up.

  He kissed me, on the inside of my left.

  He continued.

  Each kiss moved him closer to me, just by a little. He kissed me deliberately, slowly, taking his time to move up my thighs bit by bit. He took so long that I thought he would never meet his destination.

  Until I felt his hot breath on my sex once more, and I realized he had run out of thigh.

  When he touched me for the first time it was like a feather running over me. So light it could have been mistaken for a breeze.

  The second time was unmistakable though, and I could feel both of his lips on mine.

  The third time, well the third time no lips were involved.

  He placed his tongue, wide and flat, at the bottom of my slit and licked up to the top.

  Then he did it again.

  Again and again, slowly and deliberately licking me.

  Each lick sent waves of pleasure emanating out from between my thighs. I felt a pressure start to build inside of me. It was like there was a tension wire connecting each of my extremities to directly between my legs. Each lick seemed to ratchet up the tension, to curl the strings and coil them like springs ready to release.

  His lips started to follow his licks, each lick finishing with a slight kiss directly at the top of my sex. Directly on my clit. These kisses became harder as the licks went on, increasing in pressure until it was like each lick was punctuated with a sharp push into me, sending vibrations along the springs inside of me.

  I slipped my elbows under me and sat up on them, curling my core and flipping my head down. I opened my eyes.

  I could see my breasts, the skin flushed red with the heat of the moment and rising and falling with my panting breasts. I could see my core, the muscles beneath the skin visible as it tensed and released over and over again. I could see my legs, shaking in the air as my toes curled to try to focus my tension. I could see him, his tousle of hair as he worked between my legs to bring me closer and closer.

  Then his lips closed on me.

  They closed around the lips of my sex and they sucked at them.

  I laced my fingers through his hair and gripped his head, holding it in place as the pressure started to bubble over.

  His tongue snaked out and flicked my clit once.

  It was all I needed.

  I exploded.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my head itself flung back and my mouth opened wide in an O. My hips bucked as my legs shook and my hands pulled him even further into me, crushing his face against my slit.

  I felt an explosion rocket itself through my body, heat bubbling through my veins like hot lava as it pumped through me again and again and again, each spurt leaving me gasping in its wake.

  I cried out, loudly I screamed my passion and pleasure out to this empty island. Out to this paradise.

  I lay back, releasing him and pushing myself away as I continued to vibrate in wracking waves. I came to a stop in the middle of the rock, languidly relishing the hot sun and the soft moss and the passion dissipating through my body as it left me loose and limber in its wake.

  He slid up my body, kissing his way all the way up from my feet to my lips. He took his time to play his fingers across my skin, tracing patterns all the way up. He stopped only occasionally, at the places he really seemed to like: the inside of my thigh, between my legs, the side of my hip, the tips of my breasts, the nape of my neck.

  He touched my lips.

  The kiss was like cool water on a hot day. The perfect relief after the heat of what had just occurred.

  It made me feel fuzzy and I started to giggle.

  He pulled back and looked at me curiously, but when I reached out to stroke the side of his face his look of confusion was replaced with a smile. He was so handsome when he smiled.

  I was struck then, struck with the idea of what I wanted to do.

  I ran with it.

  Gen
tly I placed both hands on his shoulders and pushed, pushing him over and onto his back. I followed with him, moving with lithe and supple movements so that in the end I was straddling him.

  I looked down at him and brushed my hair behind my ear and smiled.

  Ducking down I let my lips gently touch his, then release. I worked my way down, moving to his cheek, then his jaw, then the corner of his jaw, then his earlobe. I sucked on his earlobe, nippling slightly before releasing. I kissed his neck, sucking hard on it, then releasing and kissing again, slightly lower. When I reached his shoulders I kissed his collarbone once and started to move faster.

  As I moved down, planting kisses as I went, I slid my body against his as well. I made sure that at all points some part of me I had contact with his bare skin. It was a matter of moments, moments that nonetheless seemed to last forever, until I was face to face with my final destination.

  His cock loomed huge in front of me, pulsing in all its gorgeous glory.

  It was undeniably beautiful, long and as thick as my wrist. Well at least as thick as my feminine wrist.

  I knelt between his legs and stared at it. With my hands on either side of his hip I shifted from side to side so I could take it in from all angles.

  It was intimidating no matter how you looked at it.

  Still I was bound and determined, and biting my lip slightly I bent forward.

  My lips planted a kiss right on the very tip of it, sitting there are feeling his bulbous head resting against them. From here, with my mouth in a pout, it didn’t seem like it would be possible to take him in past my lips. He seemed too big, too much for someone as tiny and petite as me. When I ducked my head down and let him slip in past my lips I was surprised at how well I accommodated him.

  He was large, that much was undeniable and it strained my mouth to try to take him fully into it. But it didn’t hurt.

  As I felt every ridge and bump of his thick, hard shaft slip into my mouth I was struck by how much it didn’t hurt.

  It was like we had been somehow made to accommodate him. For all the world it was like we had been made for each other. Two pieces of a puzzle. A lock and a key.

  I felt his hips against my face, felt him bottom out in me. Felt him in my mouth and in my throat and felt my muscles contract around him. He jump in response.

  I held him in me, until my lungs began to burn for oxygen and then I let him out, let him fall out of me. He didn’t flop to one side, didn’t slap against anything. His cock stood tall and proud while I gulped in the air.

  We locked eyes then, and this time his expression was satisfaction mixed with passion and familiarity. He had found his mate once again.

  I bounced back onto his cock, letting my head bob on the top third of it while my hands wrapped themselves around the shaft and stroked it in time to my head. My tongue snaked out to run itself along the top of the head and over the slit.

  His hips bucked in response.

  I had never felt anything like this before. My body was driven to make certain movements, certain choices. Each choice elicited a perfect response from him. We were working in harmony, a call and response that had been baked into our very selves.

  This was it, what I had been missing all this time. What I hadn’t known. What sex truly was.

  I scooted my legs under me, feeling the warm, soft moss under my skin. I let my head lift from his cock, staring at it’s slick wetness as my hands continued to pump up and down his shaft.

  He sat up, grasping me by the shoulders and pulling me into him. Our lips met and still my hands continued their ministrations, continued their journey up and down his long, thick cock.

  Then he rolled and my hands flew up to press against his chest as my back touched the mossy top of the stone and he fell on top of me.

  Our bodies pressed into each other, my hands wrapping themselves languidly around the back of his neck while his hard chest pressed into my firm breasts. We ground our hips together as I spread my legs and let him push inside.

  He pressed into me.

  Parting my lips I felt him enter me.

  It was so much, almost too much. I felt the thickness of the head of his cock pop inside of my lips as he increased the pressure.

  I was wet, so wet I was dripping but still it seemed to stretch me to my limits. Not beyond though. It filled me up, filled me entirely, but it felt so good. So needed. So necessary.

  He bottomed out in me, our hips meeting and gently pressing against each other. I gasped into his mouth as I felt him inside of me.

  My arms wrapped tighter around his head, my brow furrowing as I parted my lips and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I felt past his teeth, meeting his tongue and playing against it. He started to move.

  I whimpered as he pulled out of me. I moaned as he pushed in.

  With slow and deliberate movements he thrusted into me. He was gently, letting my juices fully coat his cock and letting my tight sex stretch to accommodate him. Bit by bit he increased his speed, but his force was always the same. He had a light touch.

  Not that it made much difference. He was so big that I was stretched to the limit around him but it felt so damn good.

  I had never felt anything like this before.

  My body was moving in time with him and the sensations were entirely foreign to me. Unlike the pressure building when he was between my legs instead this was something different, a heat gradually rising inside of me.

  It started in the tips of my fingers and toes, and when it spread it left behind the prickles like that flesh had been asleep. Gradually it moved through my body until it reached my core, and there it reacted.

  Like a furnace turned on it increased and grew.

  Hotter and hotter it bubbled through my body. It emanated out, spreading through me and leaving behind flashes of cold. Cold and then hot. More and more intense.

  He pulled back from me, our lips separating as he continued to thrust in and out of my dripping sex.

  I saw him look down at me, eyes full of compassion and desire. His skin, so brown and smooth. His face, so handsome. I ran my hand along his face as it started to build to a crescendo inside of me. He saw my mouth open wide in an O.

  He kissed me, ducking down he kissed me hard and full as I trembled beneath him and he continued to thrust into me with gentle purpose.

  I wrapped my legs around his hips and took him in me fully, embracing him with all of my everything as I tightened my sex around his thick, hard cock.

  I tightened in every way possible. My legs locking in an iron grip as I kept him bottomed out inside of me and rocked through this second amazing climax.

  The end of this climax was as different as its beginning. It was like the warmth of a fire after a cold winter's day. It comforted and filled me, heating me from within. Sating my need.

  His lips touching mine brought me back. My eyes fluttered as he pulled away from me and took in his handsome face.

  Slowly he pulled away from me, his hardness sliding out of my tight sex. In his absence it spasmed and twitched, pulling at the empty air and desiring something to fill it.

  His hands moved me, gently but firmly, turning me on my side. He slid behind me, spooning me and holding me in his arms.

  His hardness pressed at me from behind and I shifted my hips to accommodate him. He slid into my waiting sex with ease.

  With a single thrust he buried himself in me and pressed in, pushing himself into me to fill me fully. With a sigh of pleasure I accepted him.

  His hands explored my body, running up and down me with his fingers. He traced patterns and shapes that were so familiar to me. It felt like an unspoken language we had, like a dance we had danced a thousand times before that still continued to excite.

  He began to move his hips, pushing his thickness in and out of me. I felt his lips on the nape of my neck. They moved in tandem with his hips, each thrust ending with a kiss on my neck or my shoulders.

  I bit my lip in response.

  His thr
usts increased, increased in speed and in force as he wrapped one arm under my neck and around my shoulders. His other hand grasped my hip as he kept increasing his pace and speed.

  I felt his breath come in short hot gasps, brushing over my shoulder and making my hair stand on end. I knew he was close, but somehow knew that this would not be enough. That this was not the end.

  I pulled away from him this time, drawing his hands off of me and pushing him down onto his back. Pausing only to kiss him briefly on the lips I slipped one leg over his waist and grasped his cock with the other. I lined him up, and pushed my hips down onto him.

  A sound escaped my lips then, somewhere between a sigh and a moan. I felt the hard tightness of his hips press against the inside of my thighs.

  My hands fell on his chest as I felt him fill me up. Somehow, from this angle, he seemed so much larger than he had before. I closed my eyes and let my head rock from side to side, trying to deal with the feeling.

  I concentrated on my fingers. I felt them kneading into the hard flesh of his chest. I played them out, massaging into his muscles and feeling the wide expanse of his flat pecs. He tensed beneath my hands and I felt them jump, felt the sinews tense and release.

  My head lolled down, my eyes opening to meet his.

  There was a spark between us, it was undeniable.

  I started to move, rocking my hips back and forth I ground myself into him. He tensed inside of me, his cock twitching and jumping and pulsing against the inside of my tight, wet pussy.

  I bit my lip and watched the tension in his eyes, watched the muscles of his shoulders bulge with restraint as he tried to hold himself back, to let me take charge.

  Take charge I did.

  I began to move up and down, sliding him out of me and then pushing him back in. At first I only let a quarter of his long shaft escape from me at a time, I wanted him to stay in and to feel his full length in me always.

  But that wasn’t the way this was supposed to go.

  Because there was a purpose here, there was a set of steps that had been designed to give us both our ultimate release. To show me what I was missing.

  I knew now what sex could be like.