Gender Swapped Volume One

by Sophie Pert

I tilted back my head and kissed him.

  Our lips met like old familiar friends, companions who have danced for years and know just what the other is going to do. There was comfort in that familiarity. I knew that when my time with Jack was done I would not be left wanting.

  I stepped into him and he stepped back, our lips never parting. We danced that way backwards with me basically pushing him all the way until his legs hit the bed. Then I pushed him a little further.

  He fell onto his back and I crawled on top of him.

  I was driven by something desperate and primal and I wasn’t going to stop until the animal inside of me was satisfied. I needed it, more than I had needed anything in this world.

  I continued my crawl, making my way up his body and not stopping until my hips were straddling his face.

  Then I dropped down.

  I pushed my pussy into his face, my body sitting up so my full weight was pressing down on him. My hands grabbed into his hair and pulled his head up into me.

  I felt his smile press against the lips of my pussy and then he started.

  He wasn’t subtle, his tongue started first dipping deep into the well of my pussy before withdrawing. Again and again his tongue punched out and deep inside of me. Bit by bit his angle changed, he would add slight movements and twists on the way out, pulling and drawing at the walls of my sex as he withdrew until he was hitting angles and places inside of me that I wasn’t aware existed inside of a woman.

  Jack knew exactly what he was doing.

  I released my hold on his head and let my hands play their way up my body. I felt the tightness of my smooth skin and let my hands rest lightly on my breasts. I caressed them, feeling their weight in my hands and feeling the taut tension of the flesh there. I played my fingertips lightly over my nipples, feeling them harden under my gentle touch and slowly stand out proudly from my chest.

  I heard something odd come from the side of the room, from where the door was, but at that moment Jack shifted slightly below me, his tongue flicking upwards towards the top of my pussy. He found my clit and quickly lashed out at it.

  I felt electricity run through my body.

  My hands instantly grasped my breasts for leverage, for something to hold onto and that just served to make me moan louder and for those feelings inside of me to build stronger.

  The wildfire started again, and this time there was no stopping it.

  Jack continued his assault on my clit, flicking and licking it again and again and my hips met each of his movements. I bucked and rode his face and his oh so talented tongue kept up his movements.

  Then I felt him suckle on my lips, pulling on me with a new and different sensation that was it, just enough to push me over the edge.

  I felt the fire inside me burn through my veins and bubble over.

  Just like before it was like a string being plucked, the vibrations started and before I could do anything I was shaking on top of him. My vision went dark at the edges as an uncontrollable cry issued forth from me and I slipped. I felt myself slide sideways and fall, trembling to the soft bed.

  I lay there, twitching and giggling and satisfied.

  My eyes were closed and I was thinking of nothing at all, feeling for all the world like I was floating on a cloud, when I felt hands pulling at my thighs.

  My eyes sprung open and I saw Jack pulling me towards him, rearranging me on the bed so he could slip between my legs. My vision slid between his and there I saw the largest cock I had ever seen before.

  It easily put my old one to shame, it was thicker and longer and pulsing with desire. It needed release.

  I wanted to give it that satisfaction.

  Jack scooted forwards, pushing his way between my thighs as I laid back to give him access. My body moved unconsciously, as if it was ready and knew exactly what to do.

  My hips lifted and shifted their angle so as he stepped into me the access was easy.

  He slid right in, pushing his long thick cock into my wet hot hole with ease. I was dripping I was so ready for him.

  I felt my bottom lip tremble as he buried himself in me. Felt him fill me up so completely.

  The other time it had been harsh and unfamiliar, but here and now with Jack it was something completely different. He was bigger and yet gentler, filled me up even more and yet did not stretch me. There was nothing, no inch of me that wasn’t stuffed absolutely full. I couldn’t take any more. But I didn’t feel overwhelmed, didn’t feel like I was going to burst. I felt full.

  His chest came down on me as he pulled his hips away. He thrust in me slowly as his lips met mine in a passionate embrace. We fucked in slow, quiet movements, our actions guided not by an urgency but by the delicate moves of a silent ballet. Our bodies communicated on another level.

  He buried his face in my neck, planting kisses there and light breathy moans. I let my fingertips, my nails, run light circles over his back. I felt the hard muscle underneath the skin, felt the bulk of him press against my soft form.

  I licked his earlobe, pulling in into my mouth to nibble lightly at the flesh. His hips jumped slightly in response and clipped my clit, causing a spasm in me.

  I let loose a light moan and my eyes fluttered open. My mouth flew to his shoulder and I bit it lightly to stifle a cry.

  That’s when I saw the shape in the doorway, the figure peering through the crack. Watching us.

  Adam.

  My eyes locked onto my old body and in a flash the memory of everything that had happened in the kitchen flew to the forefront of my minds eye. I saw that moment, saw him casually using my body. I ached for it.

  “Harder,” I heard a voice come from inside of me, unbidden, “Rougher.”

  Jack followed my instructions. His hands came up to grip my shoulders, holding me tight as his hips thrust again and again. His speed increased, his hips bucked harder, his breathing grew ragged.

  I felt his grip tighten and I raked my nails over his back in response.

  Something was missing though, something wasn’t quite there.

  Adam stood still at the doorway, watching us silently.

  I closed my eyes, trying to push the thought of it away but in the darkness all I saw was the forceful thrusting and rough use from the kitchen.

  I moved my hands to between us, pushing Jack’s chest off of me. I didn’t know what I wanted, my head was unclear and fuzzy and confused. But Jack must have read something, must have seen something in my body language, because he moved with purpose.

  His hands gripped my hips and he flipped me on the bed, flipped me so my ass was up and my head was down. He pushed my legs together and slid himself on top of me.

  From this angle he felt enormous when he entered me. Somehow even bigger than he had before.

  His hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed down, forcing my head into the bed. I let him take me with shudderingly forceful thrusts, filling me up completely. Each time he bottomed out in me I could feel the flatness of his hard stomach smacking my ass, I could feel the flesh there jiggle as he bounced against it.

  He sped up, holding me as he thrust his hips with blinding speed. There was nothing I could do.

  I just let him take me.

  I gripped the bedspread and let myself go for a ride.

  His fingers were digging into my hips as he thrust at me with all of his force. On one particularly hard push I felt my head fly up, my eyes and mouth opening with the shock of it.

  I was facing the mirror, and in the reflection I could see us. Our two bodies, or rather the two bodies of Jack and Jessica, were intertwined on the bed. I could see the sheen of sweat across our bodies and could see the look of concentration on Jack’s face as he worked his sizable cock inside of me again and again.

  He was staring down at me, watching me lay there prone writhing below him.

  That was a good thing, because there at the edge of the frame I could see that the door to this room had opened slightly more. I could see Adam standing there, staring at us. I c
ould see his shorts in a puddle at the ground, could see his hand stroking himself.

  We locked eyes and for a moment it was like there was nothing but us. He grinned the grin of a wolf and I moaned unconsciously.

  “Smack my ass,” I grunted.

  I felt the slap and heard it as Jack complied, but it wasn’t enough. Wasn’t there yet.

  “Harder,” I cried.

  He did, but still there was something missing.

  “Fuck me faster!” I shouted, not caring about volume one bit.

  There was a need, a deep itch inside of me and no matter what Jack did it just didn’t scratch that itch. It was satisfying, but there was still a part of me that needed more.

  I pushed myself up from the bed and Jack followed suit. Before he could turn or move I was on him, pushing him backwards so he fell on the bed and I crawled on top of him. I wasted no time in getting his hard cock buried inside of me once more.

  Riding him like this I made sure that all he could see was me, but I had a view of the door.

  So though it was Jack grasping my hips, though it was Jack thrusting into me from below, all I could see was Adam standing in the doorway.

  Slowly, so as not to make a noise, the door opened further. He stepped into the room slightly, his hand still on his cock stroking it deliberately while he watched his best friend pound into his wifes hot body.

  My hands flew up to Jessica's breasts, fingers pinching the nipples and my voice crying out as I watched his hand speed faster and faster. I felt the hard cock of Jack pounding into my tight wet pussy but all I could think of was the sight before me.

  Here he was getting all this satisfaction from watching me fuck my husband and he was giving me nothing in return.

  I felt used and I loved it.

  My pussy clenched around Jack as my lips started to tremble. The orgasm came over me all at once without any warning. Before I knew what was happening I was absorbed by it.

  I clenched my thighs around Jack's hips and felt his thrusting stop as he exploded inside of me again and again, his hot seed burning me up inside.

  My eyes clenched shut as I trembled, teetering atop my husband, then collapsed down in a pile. I shuddered on top of Jack, eyes shut and flashes of Adam dancing in the darkness there.

  When I opened my eyes I saw the door was closed. There was no evidence anywhere that we had ever been anything but alone.

  I turned to my husband and placed my lips on his. Our bodies were still locked together and my body responded to his fingers and his lips and his tongue.

  My mind was somewhere else.

  I didn’t know what this would mean for the future, but I was excited to find out.

  END OF PART ONE

  Be sure to check out part two of the series:

  Becoming the Beauty - Part Two: Body Swapped and Unable to Resist

  Betrayal to Beauty: Middle Aged Loser Becomes a Buxom Blonde

  I’d always had suspicions, but it wasn’t until that night that all of that was put to rest. I finally found out the truth and it was exactly what I’d expected all along.

  You know the funny thing, I think she kinda wanted to be found out. I think she’d been trying to get caught and I’d been the one dropping the ball the whole time.

  When it finally happened she had this look about her, like she was happy it was over. Whether that look was about the sneaking around or our marriage I’m not certain.

  I walked in the house at the same time I did every day and heard it coming from down the hall. The moans and groans and the sound of skin on skin. I knew what it was but still I made myself, forced myself, go look. I walked down the hall, each step seeming to take forever, and turned the final corner into the kitchen.

  There she was.

  She was bent over the kitchen table, our glass kitchen table. Our new next door neighbour was behind her.

  There wasn’t a stitch of clothing on either of them. No that clothing had been roughly discarded all over the tile floor.

  Her breasts were pressed into the glass, her hands gripping the edges. He had his hands on her hips, holding her still as he pounded into her again and again and again from behind.

  He was young, young and successful and virile. His body was hard muscles and tight skin, not like mine.

  They both had a sheen to them, the sweat of their exertion clearly evident as their bodies entwined.

  There was a look of concentration on their faces, expressions of barely restrained furious passion written all over them. Him gritting his teeth, her mouth a wide ‘O’ of a moan.

  I heard myself from a distance muster up the shock and indignation to yell out, “What the hell!?”

  My wife didn’t hesitate in her response of, “Get the hell out.”

  She was curt and angry. I had interrupted her, inconvenienced her. That whole moment was a perfect encapsulation of our entire relationship.

  I turned and left, dejected and alone.

  It was raining that night but I didn’t take a car or an umbrella. I just walked, my suit soaking up the rain as I went. At least the rain made the tears less noticeable.

  I walked without aim or objective, just stalked the streets of my town thinking about everything that had led to this point. To my being here, a man standing in the shattered ruin of his life.

  And make no mistake my life was ruined.

  Not that I couldn’t have seen this coming. Not that our relationship was really anything worth fighting for.

  My wife and I, we hadn’t loved each other in a long time. We had stayed together out of convenience and obligation, stayed together because of the kids. They were still in the house and still under the mistaken impression that life was great. Ain’t it funny how kids get those silly ideas.

  It had been a week since my youngest had moved out. It was only a matter of time I suppose.

  Still what hurt the most was her attitude to the whole thing. Sure there was something to be said for it being inevitable, but we had loved each other once. Our life together had meant something. To act like that, to say that to me, to treat me like an inconvenience when you were the one with someone else's cock inside of you. That had to be unforgivable.

  It was just cruel.

  Not that I could do anything about it. I was nothing if not self aware and I was definitely aware enough to know what sort of person I was. I was a nobody, a nothing. I didn’t have the spine to stand up to anyone. I didn’t deserve to be treated like dirt, but I certainly wasn’t in any place to ask for something more.

  No I was the sort of person who got walked all over and just apologized and walked away. I was the sort f person who walked aimlessly in the rain.

  Until I wound up here.

  I had no idea where I was. In my aimless wandering I had somehow wound up in a place that had neither houses nor lights. I was wandering through the dark of the night in a place I didn’t recognize.

  The clouds had closed overhead, leaving me in complete darkness. All I could see was the vague shimmering of the road in front of me, stretching forever forward in an unending straight line. I’d never been in such darkness before.

  A flash of lightning lit up my vision, leaving behind an imprint on my eyes. A road stretched ahead, a forest on the left and on the right a steep embankment.

  I may have been sad, may have been content to wallow in guilt and self-loathing. But I was cold and I was wet and I wanted to get somewhere where I could at least find myself a drink. The road ahead didn’t look promising, but perhaps I could spot something from the top of the embankment to the right. Maybe if I climbed it I could see the lights of civilization or at the very least a dive bar I could drink away my feelings in.

  The embankment was steep and muddy and difficult to climb. I wound up on my hands and knees, pulling myself up by digging my hands into the muddy soil as dragging myself up the hill. I was struggling and concentrating so much that I didn’t even notice I had reached the top until I tumbled over it.

  Ass over he
els I fell down the hill, stumbling and rolling until I came to an abrupt stop in a deep puddle of muddy water.

  I felt it close over my head and felt myself sink into it.

  This must be what quicksand feels like, though I had always somehow imagined it to be warmer than this.

  Instead I was surrounded on all sides by cold, wet, watery mud. I felt peaceful, I felt like this was it.

  It invaded me fully and I felt like it was seeping into my pores, into my ears and nose and mouth and choking me fully. I felt like I was suffocating in it, and as the panic set in I realized this wasn’t what I wanted. I was mopey and I was a wreck, but I wasn’t ready to go out like this. I wanted more out of my life.

  And so, kicking and sputtering I pulled myself to the surface of this muddy pool. I pulled myself up until I broke the top and took a deep and gasping breath, my lungs burning like they had never tasted air before. I pulled myself to the edge and lay there panting and gasping for breath, staring at the stars through a break in the clouds and feeling like I was newly born, rejuvenated and ready to take on the world. I lay there, covered in mud from head to toe, and for the first time in so long I can’t remember I smiled with hope at what the future held for me.

  The rain had stopped, which was unfortunate because at this point I was almost hoping it would be useful to wash off all this mud. But it had stopped and the clouds were starting to break and in the light of the moon I could see that I was fully covered in mud. I grasped at it and tried to pull it away but it seemed like it just was constantly replaced. Like no matter what I did there was always more.

  Standing there in the light I looked like some sort of swamp creature, you couldn’t even tell it was me beneath it.

  Great, I thought to myself, How am I going to get myself out of this mess… Literally…

  A quick glance across the street showed me my saving grace.

  Somehow, out of all the places I could have landed, I wound up at the one place I knew I would always be welcome.

  I wound up at Ryan's house.

  Well I use the term ‘house’ loosely here.

  Ryan was a bachelor and about 20 years younger than me. I’d met him through a friend of a friend and we’d hit it off in spite of the age difference. I was 52 and he was 31. But somehow we had found common ground and an easy conversation patter. Lord knows how you couldn’t find two more different people.