Gender Swapped Volume One

by Sophie Pert

  We broke lips, breathlessly, and our eyes met. My voice came out husky and low, “Do you want to come up?”

  He nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

  The journey from the car to my bedroom was a flurry of hands and lips and bated breath. I pushed him backwards the whole way, steering him with one eye open while our tongues battled.

  Through the door and into the room I backed him up to the edge of the bed and stood back. Then I gave him a shove so he fell on it.

  His eyes flew open and he looked at me with unbridled passion. I knew then and there that there was no going back. I wanted him. He wanted me. We would be together and damn whatever complications that may cause.

  I climbed on the bed, straddling him as the hem of my little black dress slid up my thighs.

  My legs were spread over his thin waist, the two firm globes of my ass pushed out and presented to the room.

  His hands locked on them, grabbing them through the fabric of my dress. That horrible fabric, what I would give to have it gone, all barriers between us removed so we were pressed together. Skin to skin.

  I let my hands rest on his shoulders, squeezing slightly and feeling the hard muscles that he had. I let those go and drew my hands all the way down his body, over his hard pecs, down his washboard abs, all the way to the waist of his jeans.

  Meanwhile his hands continued their exploration as well, running up my body all the way up my back. They pulled at my zipper, undoing it slightly before sliding around the front to my breasts. He squeezed them, feeling them. His hands were so much stronger than mine were and the reaction they drew was stronger as well.

  I mewled into his mouth and ground my body against his.

  Pushing back I raised my body off of his, sitting up so I was still straddling him but now our upper bodies were no longer touching. His hands were still on my breasts, his arms stretched out to reach, and he slid them from there to my waist. I looked him in the eye and smiled, then gave him a little grind with my hips before pushing myself off of him fully.

  I stood in front of him by the edge of the bed, waiting until he sat up, until he was staring at me. Until I had his full attention.

  Once he was sitting up and watching me I reached behind my back and drew down the zipper of my dress. I shimmied my hips and let it slip off my body and fall to the ground.

  He undid his shirt as well, pulling it off of his shoulders and tossing it into a corner of the room.

  I saw his body bare for the first time and I took my time taking the whole thing in.

  He was just as built as I had imagined. Just like you would picture someone who relies on his physical capabilities to pay his way through school. He had broad shoulders and wide flat pecs. His abs were defined, rippled even. Even sitting down you could count each one of his six pack clearly.

  His eyes, meanwhile, were only for me. He took me in, standing there in front of him wearing only a lacy set of black underwear. He looked at me like he had never seen anything so beautiful before.

  I reached down and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his pants. Starting at the edge I drew my fingers ever closer to the middle until they rested on his belt buckle.

  “Wait,” he said, and I met his eyes, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  I smiled, ducked my head and responded, “Yes,” while I removed his belt.

  He lifted his hips to help me and I slid off his pants and boxers all at once. His cock jumped out to meet me.

  It was nice, big and thick and handsome. It wasn’t porn star sized, wasn’t ridiculous or enormous. It was large though, larger than any I had ever seen in real life. Certainly larger than mine had been. It was long and thick enough to be more than satisfying, I suspected, without being so much I couldn’t take it.

  I looked forward to tasting it.

  Dipping my head down my body worked automatically. If I relaxed it would take control and work almost automatically to please both of us.

  I opened my mouth, parting it just slightly so the head of his cock still had to press through to work its way into my mouth. My head bobbed down, taking as much of him into me as I possibly could. Then bobbed back up, letting him pop out of my mouth as my hands grasped his shaft near the head of his cock and drew them down to the base and back up again, spreading my saliva over his entire shaft.

  While my hands continued their work my mouth darted down to suck and lick his balls, each one in turn. I heard him moan and that spurred me on, stirring something deep inside of me. Some deep-seated need. Returning my mouth to his head I let one hand drift down to fondle his balls while the other continued stroking the bottom half of his shaft.

  I increased my speed now, bobbing faster and faster on his cock. On the apex of each bob my tongue would slide across the head, back and forth, before bobbing back down again.

  His grunts took on a rhythm and out of the corner of my eye I saw him grip the edge of the mattress. I felt the subtle thrust of his hips as he tried to restrain himself, tried to keep from bucking and giving in and thrusting his cock deep into my mouth.

  The subtle loss of control just made everything so much better.

  “Oh god,” he mumbled, “That’s amazing. How?”

  I felt him throw his head back and moan out into the air as I drew my nails lightly over the skin of his ballsack.

  “I can’t,” he continued, “I have to-”

  Then he cut off, standing he pulled me off of him and I was in the air and spinning. I fell out of his arms and came to a crash on the bed and he was on top of me and his mouth met mine once more, just for a brief second before he released me and kissed my cheek instead.

  He traced kisses down my body, to my jaw, to my neck, to my collarbone. To the top of my breast, to the side of my ribs, to my abdomen, to my belly button, and below that. Just above the waistband of my panties. There he paused, and his fingers hooked into the cloth and drew it over my hips.

  My bottom half was fully exposed to him for a second time, this time I didn’t mind so much.

  His kisses connected between my legs, pressing hard to the top of my slit, onto my clit. Then the kiss became sucking and he was pulling on the skin and the feeling was almost too much. When his tongue snaked out and flicked the nub of my clit my back arched involuntarily and I screamed loudly, so very loudly.

  My god this body was sensitive.

  He continued his ministrations, licking up and down my slit and always always pausing to play with my clit. The sensations were so overwhelming it was damn near impossible to separate one from the other. I was forced to just sit there and let his beautiful and glorious tongue work its magic between my legs.

  His fingers came into play at some point, dancing down there and dipping in ever so slightly. Then they made the plunge, pushing into the depths of me and feeling for all the world like they were stretching me to the breaking limit. Somehow I always stretched just that much more though. One finger became two became three and then they were driving into me, the lewd sounds of them so loud in this room.

  He developed a rhythm, between his fingers plunging in and out of me and his tongue licking the top half of my slit. He settled into this and I felt it building me up again and again and again. Each time it came higher and closer to crashing over, each time I felt like it was the big one, the one that would make me explode.

  Then he did this thing with his fingers. It was just a little wiggle but when they were plunged deep inside of me they curved up slightly, toward the front of my body, and he slowly drew them out. They hit something there, something on the way out and that was the end.

  It exploded inside me like a thousand thousand fireworks, each explosion setting off a hundred smaller ones as they spread all throughout my body and ricocheted. I just lay there writhing, my head lolling back and forth as my abdomen spasmed and shook. My legs trembled, and I cried out loud to the room a guttural noise I had never made before. I tried to grasp something to regain control, settling on grabbing the sheets and clench
ing them in tight fists while I waited out the sparks of heat still exploding inside of me.

  When I could finally open my eyes again he was standing in front of me with a smile on his face. I smiled at him sheepishly and said, “Well that was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything quite that fantastic before.”

  “Hmm,” he said, stepping up to me, “Let’s see if we can beat it.”

  I crawled backwards across the bed as he crawled forwards to meet me until both of us were on the mattress. Then I let him reach me, climbing over me to connect us lips to lips.

  His hands played around my back as we kissed and I arched my back to give him easy access to the back of my bra. He unsnapped the hooks expertly and drew the straps over my shoulders.

  Our kiss broke then and he pulled back from me to take all of me in. This was his first time seeing me naked, and he gasped slightly at the sight. I watched his eyes draw over my body, taking in my entire form as a smile broadened on his face. Then he locked eyes with me and I felt his hand on my hip and something very different between my legs.

  With a single short thrust he pushed the head of his cock inside of me.

  If his fingers had felt like they were stretching me to the limit this was something else entirely. This was something immense and unknown, something that overwhelmed me and left me gasping. My mouth split open into a wide O as my hand flew up and latched onto his shoulders.

  He drew out slightly, then pushed himself in further.

  Just an inch more, just a little bit. It was so much stronger, the sensation. It felt like I was being split open. My fingers gripped into his shoulder.

  Drew out once again, and pushed in that little bit more.

  The threshold, I felt like we were pushing against an invisible wall. Like there was some sort of barrier that needed to be crossed and when it was all of the built up pressure would come crashing over me once again and I would be complete.

  Drew out, all the way to the tip, and buried himself inside of me.

  A crescendo. Like the crashing of waves against a breakwater during a tsunami it spilled over and my voice cried out my pleasure to the room. He was in me, inside of me. All of him.

  My head flew back and then rocketed forward again. I locked eyes with him and I knew he felt it too, knew he realized just how amazing this was. We stared at each other like wild animals ready to pounce, ready to consume our prey.

  I grabbed him by the back of his head, lacing my hands in his hair, and pulled his mouth to mine.

  Our lips connected and a spark jumped between us. I felt him start to thrust in long slow movements, drawing out to the tip and pushing down to the stem. I felt all of him inside of me, moving and twitching. Every gorgeous inch of his cock spreading me and filling me up.

  We moved in tandem, our bodies connecting as he thrust and I rocked my hips to meet him. We fell into sequence without having to think about it, our bodies working automatically together as we slowly built up speed and force.

  His hands played with my body, one on my hip and the other on the small of my back. HIs fingers traced circles on me, intricate patterns without form or substance that burned on my too hot skin.

  My hands pressed into him. One on the back of his head crushing his face into mine, the other on the flat of his chest, pushing against the strong, solid muscle there.

  I felt his hips working away below me, and I wrapped my long trim legs around his waist to make sure I was taking as much of him as possible.

  We fell down onto the bed, his hand snaking out from behind my back and playing across my stomach, working up to grasp my breast and elicit a gasp from me. His fingers pinched my nipples as he jumped his speed up even faster.

  Our lips connected, pressing and moving against each other as my tongue snaked its way inside of him mouth and danced along the tip of his. Our mouths were battling while our hips working in tandem and it worked oh so well.

  Not enough though.

  So close, but it could go farther.

  It needed to go farther.

  I grabbed his head by the back of his hair and pulled him away from me, looking him dead in the eye while he continued thrusting into me I demanded, “Fuck me harder.”

  The grin on his face was like I told him he could take a brand new sports car out for a test drive.

  His hands flew to my ass, grabbing it and holding me. Before I knew what had happened or how it had happened we were standing. Just as quickly I felt my back slam into the wall.

  With one hand pressed against the wall and the other holding my ass he slammed into me from below. He was pounding me with a force I hadn’t thought possible and I was trapped between him and the wall. Not that I minded, not one bit.

  I tightened my legs wrapped around his waist and buried my head in his shoulder, screaming out a string of obscenities as I felt him fill me so completely again and again and again.

  He was like nothing I’d ever seen before. His hard muscular body was strained, every bit of it bulging as he worked his way inside of me. The only noises he made were the unintelligible grunts that punctuated each one of his thrusts.

  I held on for dear life and just let the feeling of having him fuck me take over.

  Then he pushed off the wall, stepping backwards towards the bed. I kissed him and instructed him one more time, “I want to ride you.”

  I don’t know what came over me. If I had to guess I would chalk it up to the unconscious desires of this body. All I know is that when we landed with his back on the bed I felt him fill me up even more and it felt so right.

  I ground my hips into him and flexed a muscle deep inside of me that I didn’t know I had, squeezing his thick cock as it speared me from below.

  He grunted and grabbed my hips.

  Lightly holding me he felt me rise up and fall back down on him. Again and again, my hands reaching out into the air, I lifted up and fell back down on him.

  I got into the rhythm of rising and falling quickly, and found that by placing my hands on his strong chest I could find the leverage to ride him even better. Of course this had the side effect of squeezing my breasts together, and judging by the look on his face I had the feeling that was appealing to him as well.

  His hands slid up my waist, up my abdomen and found my breasts. They held them and squeezed them with his strong grip and I moved my hands over his to encourage him.

  When he bent at the waist I let my arms drift around his neck and pull his mouth into each nipple in turn. He wrapped his lips around them and sucked, letting his tongue play over my nipples and flick sensations of pleasure into my body.

  While his mouth worked on my breasts his hands found my hips once again and at the top of one of my rises he stopped and held me there. His hips began to move, not subtle or slow at all. He held me still and pounded me from below with speed and intensity. His upper body fell back onto the bed as he concentrated all of his force and all of his effort towards driving into me.

  My breasts were left all alone, so I comforted myself by playing with them with my hands. Squeezing them and pinching my nipples as he pounded into me once more.

  We locked eyes, both of us in the final throws of this. We had the husky look of someone on the edge of climax.

  He was the first to break, saying “I’m going to-”

  “Inside me,” I cut him off, “This body… I can’t get-”

  That was all I got out. He pounded up into me one last time and stayed thrust up inside of me. I felt his cock twitch as he was buried deep inside of me and then it exploded.

  The heat of his seed filling me up was enough, it ran through me and warmed me up and I bubbled over as well. My hands crashed down onto his chest and pressed against the firm muscle as we both soundlessly screamed out of climax to the room.

  We tensed as one, and we relaxed as one, and we collapsed into each other's arms. With shaky bodies and trembling limbs we moved until our lips found each other.

  They danced then, in the still of the
room, pressing and playing against each other as we gradually stilled.

  We fell asleep like that, our bodies entwined and completely and fully satisfied.

  Becoming the Beauty: Body Swapped with my Best Friends Wife

  I’d only been in town for a little while, just crashing at my friends place. It was part of my nationwide tour, going from city to city, staying with friends and working odd jobs to build up enough cash to move on.

  You see a few months ago I’d had a string of bad luck and decided a change was in order. So I just picked up and left my life behind. Not that I had a whole lot to leave behind.

  I was always a bit of a lone wolf, making my way through the world not beholden to anyone or anything. I’d had connections, friendships, but not attachments or obligations.

  That was just the way I liked it.

  So I cashed in on these attachments with every city I landed in to find a couch to stay on while I was in town. It had worked out so far, though lately it seemed like the bad luck I’d been running from had finally caught up with me.

  I’d slid into this town a few weeks ago and wound up crashing on the couch of my good friend Jack. We’d known each other since high school and stayed close that whole time, well as close as could be considering he moved halfway across the country.

  He had a nice place now, a nice life, and a nice wife as well. So surely it was nothing to him if I borrowed his couch and his hospitality for a couple of weeks.

  One of my other friends, someone I’d met working in one of the previous cities on my tour in fact, set me up with a friend of theirs who could always use some help with their bar as well. I’d been working there while I was in town, just busing tables and the like, nothing difficult but it made me some scratch to play with. Plus it was work in a bar and I love working in bars.

  I’ll tell you why.

  Working in the bar puts you in the unique position of spending a large portion of your time in prime pickup territory while being absolutely 100% sober. Well at least mostly sober.