Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  It seems that Jen, too, had decided on a similar outfit for the day. She also had a tight tank top clinging to her upper body. I looked down at this body, seeing it for the first time from this angle, seeing the female form for the first time from this angle.

  It was the oddest things that turned me on most. Not the curve of her breast or the line of her cleavage, though she had both and they were both equally enticing. No it was odd things, like the line of her bra strap, that drew my eye and made me interested. That intrigued me and made me want more and more.

  I glanced from my body up to him and I knew from the look in his eyes and mine that there was no going back.

  I shuffled my hips and let my coveralls slip to the floor before flipping off my shoes and stepping out of them. My bottom half was decidedly differently clothed than my former body, where he was wearing only boxer briefs this much more feminine side had apparently opted for skin tight yoga pants. You know the type, the pants that show absolutely every curve of a woman's beautifully toned thighs and plump butt. The kind that if they are especially fit when standing straight up you can see the enticing hint of a gap between those thighs.

  You better believe this body had that gap.

  He stepped into me, pressing his body against mine and running his hands up and down my back. His fingers traced lines, feeling my shoulder blades and the hard firmness of my ribs. Everywhere he touched went numb, my body reacting to his fingers by shutting down, the sensation of his hands on me was overwhelming.

  Then his eyes locked onto mine and his hands moved quickly, darting down to grasp my waist and lifting me easily into the air. He sat me down on the countertop behind me and before I could move he stepped into me and pressed his body against me once more.

  His hand snaked up to grasp the back of my neck and tilt my head to look at him as he moved his face closer and closer to mine. So achingly close.

  I closed my eyes and pursed my lips in anticipation of our kiss.

  And at the last second he turned my head and his lips locked onto my neck instead, sucking lightly at the skin there and making me gasp in surprise.

  He released my neck and both hands slid down to my waist, fingers tangling in the waistband of my pants. He scooted his hips back slightly and pulled while I lifted my ass and let him draw my pants and my panties off of me, down my thighs and down my calves until he pulled them off of me and threw them in the corner of the RV.

  I was now completely bare on my bottom half, and the cool of the countertop was nearly unbearable on the skin of my thighs. I clamped my knees together, locking them there and blocking him from seeing anything.

  His hands ran up and down my thighs, fingers prying at the gap between my legs and trying to prise them open while his mouth continued its insistent progress on the skin of my neck.

  I held fast, a slight grin on my face as I enjoyed the teasing, enjoyed the increased frustration evident in the movements of his fingers as they tried to dart between my legs.

  His lips released their hold on my neck and his hands locked onto my knees. With his eyes locked onto mine once more he pulled and I gracefully parted my thighs.

  He glanced down, just once, looking at the space between my thighs. There was a grin on his face.

  Then he knelt before me and his hands slid around my hips to cup my ass and pull my hips towards him. Towards his insistent and stubborn mouth. Towards his nimble and talented tongue.

  When he parted the folds of my sex, when his tongue dove deep inside of me, I moaned loudly to the air. He only penetrated me once before withdrawing and then hovered there before me.

  His hands kept me still as his mouth remained ever so close to me. I could feel his breath tickling me, teasing me, just out of reach.

  I whimpered, small noises of disappointment and pain escaping me unconsciously. My breathing grew harsh and ragged, palpable need suffusing every breath. My hands reached out, fingers tangling in his hair as I tugged him towards me, as I tried to force him to touch me.

  He was immovable.

  I knew what he wanted.

  “Please,” I begged, “Please just touch me.”

  His tongue snaked out quickly, wide and flat and hard it licked me from the base of my slit up to the hood of my clit. The feel of it pressing between my legs, pressing against me with firm and even pressure, was almost overwhelming after the teasing that had come before it. He transferred the upward stroke of his tongue into a clockwise circle, still keeping his tongue wide and flat and still applying heavy and even pressure he circled my clit time and again in slow and deliberate strokes.

  The crest of each circle would stroke over the hood of my clit, pulling on it and sending a sharp pang of desire shooting through my body. Each time I felt the heat rising more and more in my body, the need of the moment building between my thighs as he worked his way with me.

  I closed my eyes, relaxing and letting him play with me, my hands relaxing and releasing his hair, tangled fingers idly running themselves through the strands as I felt the slight twitches of him working between my thighs.

  I felt my jaw tremble unconsciously.

  I felt my legs shudder.

  I gasped loudly.

  My hips began to buck against his face as I felt it build inside of me. The need and the desire building up and up as I felt myself tremble atop the crest of something… something powerful. Something more powerful than I had ever felt before.

  I was so close.

  And then it was all ripped away as he stepped away from me.

  I nearly cried, my mouth gasping in an O as I felt the loss of him working between my legs. But his hands gripped my head and my eyes flew open, locking with his.

  He had a wild look in his eyes, his lips slick with my juices, and he said, “Not yet.”

  Then he drew me off the countertop and spun me, forcing me to my knees before him and leaving me gasping and staring up at his hard face.

  His hands released me and worked at his clothes, peeling off his coveralls and pushing them to the ground. He stood before me, his black boxer briefs bulging with the evidence of his arousal.

  There was no mistaking what it was that was contained behind that fabric, and though I hadn’t seen it from this angle before I knew perfectly well what that was.

  And about then is when it hit me. When the whole situation settled down on me and I was forced to take a moment to contemplate and consider what happened next.

  Because the truth was that this situation was unlike anything that I had ever encountered before.

  I was a man and I was a straight man and I was never, not even once, tempted by the same sex. Yet here I was on my knees about to take a step I had never even considered before.

  I was about to give a blowjob.

  That wasn’t something that straight men did.

  Not only that, I was about to give a blowjob to myself, which was probably a problem that no one in the history of the world had ever had to consider before.

  So the question was, how far was I willing to go?

  And the answer is oh so simple to me. Because the truth of it is that there is no question in my mind what happens next. Not one single doubt.

  I need this. My body needs this. It is crying out for satisfaction, every fiber vibrating with a deep and throbbing desire to be sated.

  My body needs to suck this cock.

  And so do I.

  So I reach my hands up and draw the boxers down and his hard cock pops out and hangs, heavy and proud in the air in front of me. It looks delicious, throbbing and pulsing in the air in front of me.

  I had a nice cock, thick and long. Most girls I had been with were impressed when it was unleashed, and more than a few had expressed doubts at being able to take it all. But when it came down to it, I always managed to slide it into them, even if it did stretch them wide and make them cry out with the feel of being filled up more than they ever had before.

  Staring at it now, bouncing and imposing before me, I could se
e exactly why so many girls looked shocked when they first saw it. It looked so big I had no idea how I could possibly take it in me.

  But this body was excited to try.

  I could feel my nipples harden when I looked at it, could feel the wetness between my thighs grow. I could feel my mouth start to salivate as I imagined popping it inside of me.

  I reached a hand up to grasp the base, holding it steady as my mouth ducked forward to take it inside.

  The head was enormous and slick with salty precum that made my tongue tingle.

  Right from the start he wasn’t gentle. While I adjusted to the feeling of having a cock in my mouth for the very first time, resting with the bulging head throbbing on my tongue, he grunted once and then decided to take things in hand.

  He reached out and grabbed my head, fingers sliding into my hair and holding me still. Then his hips began to move forward.

  His first thrust was firm and defined. A singular movement that filled my mouth with him, made me take so much of him all at once that I didn’t know my mouth could be so filled up. I felt him hit the back of my throat and struggled with the sensation of it.

  All of it washed over me, the tingling on my tongue, the bumps and ridges of his shaft, the heady smell of him invading my nostrils. My whole body vibrated with excitement as I felt him fill me up and felt my heart pound as flashes of him taking me firmly and roughly ran past my minds eye.

  He withdrew and thrust again, giving me only a momentary glimpse of the sensation of having him not fill my mouth. My jaw relaxed as I knew what he was going to do here.

  I remembered this.

  But the last time this happened I was on the other side of this cock.

  Right here, right now, I wasn’t sure which side made me more excited.

  His thrusts came quickly now, picking up speed and force as he roughly fucked my mouth. All I could do was take it, relax and let him take his pleasure from me.

  One hand fell between my thighs, a finger slipping briefly inside of me and then feeling the wetness seeping from me soak my hand. I tried to mimic the circular movements he had made with his tongue but I was so distracted and aroused that my clumsy attempts were only a pale shade of his skill.

  Still I worked away between my legs, falling into a rhythm that made me moan and hum on his cock.

  His moan in turn was gruff and unexpected and made my eyes dart up to look at him.

  I saw his handsome face staring down at me, my face and yet somehow completely unfamiliar. There was no recognition in either of our gazes. No as I looked up at him and batted my big brown eyes at him I didn’t see myself. As she looked down at me with eyes heavily lidded with pleasure she didn’t see her body either.

  We saw a sexual being, an individual we felt a powerful draw to, a powerful need to find satisfaction with them.

  I saw a handsome man, and she saw a gorgeous woman.

  All thoughts of who we used to be all but faded in that moment, only the slightest twinkle remaining in the back of our minds. Just enough to make all of this that much more thrilling.

  He shifted abruptly, pulling his thick and slick cock from out of my mouth and releasing me to gasp and gulp for air. Then his hands grabbed me and he spun me once more, manhandling me and moving me into position, facing away from him.

  He held me from behind, his hands running up and down my body as I played with myself. I moaned as I felt him rub his hands along my stomach, over my breasts, around my throat and clenching slightly. I smiled and moaned loudly to let him know he had my attention.

  He pulled my hand from between my legs, eliciting a whimper from me. But he didn’t care. He had important plans in store.

  His roaming hands found their way to my shirt, peeling it from my body and leaving me fully bare before him. I bit my lip as he cupped my breast and felt the firm flesh in the palm of his hand. I moaned lightly as he pinched my nipple briefly before releasing me.

  He moved me into place, bending me at the waist and forcing me to throw my hands out for support. I braced myself against the countertop, bent over it with my ass fully on display for him.

  He took advantage of this by taking the time to paw at me, slap me slightly and watch the firm flesh of my rump jiggle briefly under his agitation.

  I heard the shifting of him removing his shirt as well and threw my gaze over my shoulder just in time to see him penetrate me.

  He took it slowly, pushing just the head of his thick cock between my lips. Still it felt so big it made me cry out in pain and pleasure, drawing his attention. He looked at me, staring at him over one shoulder with my mouth wide open and my eyebrows furrowed. He saw the palpable pleasure clearly evident in my face, the potent need spurring him on.

  With a cocky grin he gripped my ass with both hands and buried himself in a single thrust.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head and a long low moan escaped me.

  He didn’t waste a minute.

  His thrusts we firm and forceful, slower than when he was fucking my mouth but no less rough. Each time he drew himself out of me he would tease just at the end of his shaft, the bulging head of his cock spreading my lips and threatening to leave me empty before filling me up again.

  And oh how filled I was.

  Something spurred deep in this body, something I knew innately.

  This body had never been this filled with cock before.

  He was filling me up and spreading me so much that it was fulfilling a long held need and desire this body had. She wanted to get fucked hard and so did I.

  I grunted, my head whipping back around to face the wall as I felt my arms tremble more and more with each thrust.

  His fingers gripping my hips were like white hot brands searing my flesh, branding me with his mark and making me his forever. I lost control of my arms, slumping to the countertop as his speed increased.

  He was pounding into me hard and fast and I know that if I had the ability to look his hips would only be a blur but the truth is I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but let him take me, let him pound his thick and meaty cock into my tight hot slit over and over with the force and fury that only a tightly muscled masculine body could muster.

  All I could do is take it, feeling his thick cock pressing into me and splitting me apart. Feeling my body pressed again and again against the cool top of the counter, my nipples dragging against it with each thrust and sending sparks of pleasure arcing through my body.

  My eyes were clenched shut and a low and constant moan was escaping me.

  I tried to tell him more.

  I tried to tell him yes.

  I tried to vocalize anything to let him know that this was what I needed. What I wanted.

  That I wanted this and so much more.

  But I couldn’t.

  The overwhelming sensation of him pounding me and filling me up again and again drowned out any ability to verbalize anything. It made me a trembling and blubbering mess of twitching and quivering sated need.

  All I could do was feel the waves of pleasure washing over me. Crashing over me and leaving me gasping time and again.

  And somewhere in the distance, deep down in the pit of me I felt something start to build, something strong and overwhelming, somehow more than what I had experienced to this point.

  I knew there was something big on the horizon, and I knew if he kept up exactly what he was doing I would feel it.

  He seemed to know this too, which is why with a hard slap on my ass he pulled out of me and teased the lips of my sex with the head of his cock while I gasped with the feeling of it.

  “Please,” I begged, but he only laughed at me lightly and stepped away.

  I was trembling and struggling to maintain control as I heard his footsteps cross the RV. There was the scrape of metal on floor and my eyes flew open to look in the direction of the sound.

  He had seated himself in a chair, and when he saw me looking he crooked a single finger in a come here motion.

 
I pushed myself off of the counter and crossed the room towards him.

  While his eyes raked up and down me, seeing my full naked form for the first time, all I had eyes for was the thick pole between his legs. It stood proudly, vibrating in the air and waiting for me to mount it.

  I didn’t waste any time, straddling him and impaling myself on it, burying it inside of me in a single thrust.

  I grabbed his head and tilted it up to me as I pressed my lips against him. While my hips began to move I thrust my tongue into his mouth, pressing it and dancing it against his.

  I bounced on his cock, my long smooth legs working to lift me up and then fall shudderingly down on him.

  Our lips broke and I pulled my head away from his, watching his gaze as he stared at me, as he watched me work on him. My hands were still holding his head and I tilted it again, down this time and pulled him forward as I thrust my chest into his face.

  His lips and tongue touched the skin of my breasts and I held him there, cradling him against them as he sucked and licked and bit at skin and nipple in turn. I moaned, loudly and lewdly as I closed my eyes and concentrated on all of the sensations overwhelming me.

  It was all so much.

  His thick cock was spearing me, making it more and more difficult to lift myself off of him each and every time he impaled me fully. All I wanted was to feel every inch of him suffusing me, every throbbing vein and wide flat of his cock bumping and grinding inside of me.

  Filling me up.

  And the sensation of his lips and tongue on my body were so much. Everywhere they touched they left behind lines of wetness that burned and stung in the cool air of the RV.

  His hands wrapped around me to grasp my ass, palming both cheeks and squeezing them, feeling the muscle under smooth skin working to lift me off of him again and again and again. They switched to grip my hips, to pull and push me on his lap and help when my burning thighs threatened to give out.

  I ran my hands over his shoulders, feeling the tense muscle beneath my fingers working as it held something back.