Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  His hips responded to me, pushing forward and pressing his bulge against my leg. I felt it hard and firm against my thigh.

  I stepped back, breaking our kiss a little breathless and giggly. Then I hooked my arm in his and let him lead me down the path.

  It was cool out but the excitement of everything had me so warm and heated I didn’t even bother to dress. Scott had scooped up my clothes and was holding them as we walked.

  We walked in silence, just the two of us enjoying the quiet nature around us just like a familiarly married couple would.

  I stepped in closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder as I let go of his arm. He wrapped that arm around me, gently rubbing my side.

  This felt so familiar, even though I had never experienced it before. Being near Scott was something Liz knew, something she understood, and so it was familiar for me too.

  Even though it shouldn’t be.

  Because somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this was odd. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew all of this was not the way it should be. I knew that I was not Liz and that I should not be this close to another man.

  The orgasm and the kiss had left me fuzzy and unsure. The sensation and pleasure so much more potent than what I had experienced before, so much more powerful that it left me weak and vulnerable.

  And something more.

  Because the truth was that if it was anyone else I may have been able to hold out. If it was any other person then I may not have been in this position.

  If it wasn’t for that vision.

  But that vision, that last thing I had seen in her memories. That last thing I had experienced.

  It had been… something else.

  His hand drifted down my back onto my ass, at first cupping it lightly and then squeezing it. The movement was oddly possessive, a silent symbol of him marking me, making me his.

  I yelped a bit and turned to look at him with mock surprise on my face.

  “Hey now,” I said softly, “What if someone saw.”

  His hand didn’t move, he just looked at me with a sly smile on his face and said, “Well then I guess they could watch.”

  “Can’t keep your hands off me?” I asked, quiet and coquettish.

  “Not at all,” he said, stopping in the middle of the path and turning to look at me, “Do you mind?”

  I looked up at him, at his strong and handsome and open face. I saw a flash of that vision, a flash of this man on top of me. A flash of him taking me hard and fast.

  “Not at all,” I told him and meant every word.

  Our bodies moved with urgency, our lips meeting as my hands flew up around his neck. I pulled him down into me, crushing my body against his as I worked with urgent desperation to feel him and have him feel me.

  His hands grabbed my ass, firm handfuls that held me and squeezed me so tight it almost hurt but he released just in time, releasing me and running his hands up to my waist and back to trace circles on the skin there.

  If my time in the water had been intense this was so much more. Each touch of his finger on me traced icy fire across my skin, tracing lines of a burning tattoo of need and desire and passion. Everywhere he touched me just made the rest of me ache for him. I needed to feel his hands all over me, feeling me and kneading their satisfaction into my body.

  I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into me and stepping back. I dragged him into the forest behind me, our lips pressing against each other again and again as we stepped through the underbrush.

  We only made it a few feet off the trail, enough to give us the slightest bit of privacy in the dense foliage, before I spun him and pressed him up against a tree. I let my hands run up and down his body then, feeling the hard muscle beneath his clothes, feeling the firm body he possessed and that I knew he could use.

  I pushed off of him, one hand pressed against a hard pec to keep him where I wanted him which was pressed up against the tree.

  With heaving breasts and panting breath I took him in, seeing his eyes alight with desire for me.

  He was staring at me like I was gorgeous and amazing and undeniable. He was staring at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

  His gaze made me feel desired, made me feel sexy, made me feel needed, made me oh so achingly wet.

  It guided what I did next.

  I fell to my knees before him, my hands sliding down his hard abs and hooking into the waistband of his pants. I unbuckled him, the only sounds around the still chirps of nature, the clinking of his belt, and the harsh breaths of passionate need we both were exhaling.

  I released his belt and tugged his pants down, pulling them and his boxers down to his knees and releasing his glorious cock.

  In all of my visions I had never seen his cock. His was the only one I had never witnessed a vision of.

  With just a glance I could see exactly why she was with him.

  To say it was immense would be to fall short of describing its’ length and girth. To say it was beautiful would be to fall short of describing just how flawless it was.

  It was easily the most amazing cock I had ever seen.

  The long and smooth shaft was completely without blemish, the skin an even tone the whole length of it. The veins that ran along it crisscrossed in a pattern that made you want to stare, to make out a hidden message that had to be contained in them. It was so thick that I could barely wrap my hand around it, my petite fingers just barely brushing against each other when I took it in my palm. The head could only be described as tasty, pulsing slightly in the air as the whole length of it twitched and jumped in my hand. It called out to me, made me want to touch it, to lick it. But I didn’t know how, because it was so long that I didn’t think I would ever be able to take all of it, couldn’t imagine who could ever take it all in.

  But I was more than ready to try.

  Parting my lips slightly I pressed them against the head of his cock, feeling the thick warmth of it pulsing against my lips for just a moment before I opened wide to let him in. I felt my lips pop around his cock, felt his head slide in and sit on the flat of my tongue. I rolled my tongue against the underside of his head, hearing him moan in response to my movement.

  I sucked on him, my hand sliding lightly up and down the shaft as I sucked slowly and rhythmically. My eyes fluttered and I looked up at him, batting my big eyes up at his handsome face staring down at me.

  I tried to take more of him in, bobbing my head bit by bit up and down his shaft. But though I tried to open my mouth as wide as I could, though I tried to relax and take as much of him in as possible it was so very hard. I worked with desperation, my jaw aching with soreness at the strain and my mouth just immensely filled with him but try as I might I couldn’t manage to get more than half of him into me.

  I pulled off, gasping for breath as both hands desperately stroked him and spread the slick wetness of my mouth up and down his hard shaft.

  “So big,” I gasped, my eyes watery as I looked up at him, “So so big.”

  It was all I could say.

  I resumed attacking it, went right straight back to sucking the head of his cock.

  My tongue swirled in my mouth and traced intricate patterns and then I tried to shove as much of him into my mouth as I could but failed once more. Only a sore jaw to show for my effort.

  When I backed off for breath again he had a different look on his face, a look like he was trying to restrain himself. Like he was desperately holding back and concentrating on something.

  This time I bypassed the head of his cock and instead tilted to one side of his shaft and kissed. A long and deep kiss on the side of cock, just below the head.

  I followed that up with another and another, a line of kisses tracing down to the base of his cock. I kissed him and all the while my hands continued their slow stroking up and down.

  Those hands tilted his cock up and gave me room to work.

  I took each of his heavy balls into my mouth one at a time. I sucked on t
hem like I had the head of his cock and I let my tongue work overtime lapping at them.

  When I released them with a pop I heard him groan a single word loudly, “Fuck,” and then he was on me.

  Whatever had been holding him back broke and he moved towards me. His hands grabbed both of my wrists and he pulled me off of him pushing me to one side and practically dragging me over to a patch of soft grass.

  He laid me there on my back and moved quickly, peeling his shirt off and throwing it to one side to join the pants he had already discarded.

  Ducking between my legs I felt him push the fabric of my bikini bottoms to one side and dive right in.

  His tongue, wide and flat, traced a hard line up the slit of my sex. All I could do in response was let my head fall back and try desperately to hold back a cry that threatened to rip out of my chest.

  The feeling was so much better than any I had ever given this body with my fingers. So much better than anything I ever could give to this body.

  So much better than any I had ever received.

  The things that handsome man did with his talented tongue made me squeal with pleasure.

  His hands locked onto my thighs, holding my legs still and stationary so he could keep me in place while his tongue played a staccato pattern on my sex.

  All it once, it seemed, he could have his tongue buried deep inside of me and be vibrating a pattern of swishes and flicks across my clit. All at once he could be everywhere, inside and out.

  I felt my nipples, rock hard and straining at the fabric of my top. They screamed for release and I gave it to them. I tore the bikini from my body and my hands flew to the skin of my breasts, the sensation like ice cold water splashing against burnt skin, refreshing and cooling and satisfying.

  My hands grasped at my flesh, the lines of pressure pressing into my soft bosom and making me moan out loudly and lewdly as the sensation combined with the pleasure emanating between my legs.

  I felt his attention focus, travelling up my slit to the hood at the top and concentrating there, flicking and drawing intricate patterns over the clit again and again and again. Each graze sent me to new heights, each flick made my body spasm with delight.

  I felt that same sensation that had built up in the lake, the same familiar pressure building inside of my body. Arcs of passionate desire swam through my body making me squirm with the need for release.

  I was so close, so close to exploding. I could feel it in my body, I could almost taste it. Even the air around me seemed electric, charged with a sexual potency that was undeniable and irrepressible.

  It was so much. Too much. Too much to deal with. Too much to understand or comprehend.

  Overwhelming.

  I pulled away, squirming in place until I wrenched my body free of his grasp and slid away from his potent and powerful tongue.

  I slid back and up onto my elbows, looking at him push himself up and stare back at me with a hunger in his eyes.

  I grinned with the knowledge that he wanted me so bad. He wanted me more than anything he had ever wanted before. I could see it in his eyes.

  Well if he wanted me he would have to catch me.

  With a giggle I spun over and started to crawl away from him but he was too fast. I barely made it two feet before I felt his presence on top of me.

  His weight held me down as he moved up my body and I relaxed into it, letting my body lay on my front on the grass, feeling the wet blades against my bare breasts.

  Feeling him.

  His girth, his heat, his inflexible rod pressing at me with insistent need.

  My legs were together but that didn’t stop him. With one hand on my hip he angled me to meet him and I felt the thick head of his cock pressing at the lips of my sex.

  I knew that I was dripping, absolutely dripping and waiting for him.

  A rip tore through the air and I felt the skin of my ass now fully exposed. I saw the flutter of my ruined bikini bottoms drift to the ground in front of me.

  Then I felt him push in.

  Nothing had prepared me for that sensation, the feeling of being stretched out and so very filled up by him. The immense head of his cock spread me and I swear I could almost hear as he popped inside of me.

  A long and low moan forced its way out of my mouth as I laid my head down on the grass and tried to process the feeling.

  Just when I thought I had an angle on it. Just when I thought I had some inclination of what was going on. Just when I thought I had found my orientation and come back down to earth I felt him pull back and push forward again.

  So much more of it pushed its way into me. I felt so full, so very filled up.

  Memories flashed through my mind and I felt all of the times Liz had been stuffed full of cock before and all of it was unsatisfying compared to this. This sensation was unbelievable. There was nothing like it.

  It hovered on a knife edge between pleasure and pain. The feeling of being absolutely filled was the ultimate in satisfaction and yet there at the very edges of everything was this palpable sensation of pain that was cloudy and unsure, as if the edges of it were tinged with something else, something amazing and fantastic.

  Something indescribable.

  I felt him pull out and took a sharp inhalation of breath knowing just what came next. A thrust and a push through to the next plateau, to the next level of satisfaction.

  My body went limp as I moaned and let him pound pleasure into me.

  Bit by bit he made his way until I felt his hips pressed against me and knew that he had managed it.

  I couldn’t believe it, I couldn’t believe I had taken his entire cock.

  I lost every last bit of myself then, all of my previous self pushed aside in a moment as I relished the sensation of him inside of me. There wasn’t a bit of me that cried out for anything other than more satisfaction, more pleasure, more of him inside of me. Right then and there I wasn’t a man anymore. I was a woman with needs and Scott was a man able to satisfy them.

  I just lay there on the ground with a silly smile spread across my face and enjoyed the feeling of being so very filled up.

  Then he started to move. Where before his strokes had been slow and deliberate, pressing on and making sure that he was not pushing past my limits, now he had no such restrictions or restraints.

  His strokes were hard and fast, he didn’t pull out too far instead he only withdrew by about half of his shaft before pushing back into me.

  I could hear him grunting above me, could feel his weight on me and feel his hands kneading at my ass cheeks. With each push forward my breasts dragged along the ground a little, my hard nipples pulled back and forth across the blades of grasp as he drilled his way into me again and again.

  My whole body felt like it was vibrating, trembling as he pressed himself into me again and again.

  I squeezed myself around him, clenching down as hard as I could on his shaft and milking it for all I was worth. I felt him start, his thrust erratic and slightly impatient as he felt me work on him.

  His hands shifted, sliding off of my ass to grab at my waist and pull. He pulled me back as his hips moved back and before I knew it we were both on our knees and he was still buried in me to the hilt.

  But this new position gave him so much more room to move and he took full advantage of that.

  The crack of his hand smacking my ass was like the shot of a starter pistol and we were off to the races.

  His thrusts were stronger than I had ever experienced before. Forceful and abrupt they shook my whole body and in the wake of them I could feel my breasts jiggle below me.

  Gradually he lengthened his thrust until I could feel him pull almost his entire length out of me. I could feel the bulging and twitching head of his cock spreading the lips of my sex and threatening to pop out, making me afraid to be left without him inside of me only to have my fears assuaged at the last moment as he buried his entire length in me once more.

  With each pass I could feel every inch of hi
m passing in and out of me, could feel each vein of his cock rubbing at my lips and walls. Could feel him filling me up so much.

  My head grew fuzzy and I couldn’t help but relax into it and focus on the sensation being drilled into me.

  Everything else went quiet as my upper body slumped to the ground and I fixated on the feeling deep inside of me.

  I knew, somehow in some place far away from my conscious mind I knew that I was making a constant sound, a long and low moan that vibrated forth from the center of my being, from that place deep inside of me that was experiencing the ultimate in satisfaction.

  But I didn’t have any control over that.

  All of my being was focused on the feeling of him stretching me out and filling me up.

  All of me was focused on the pleasure building up in my body.

  All of it.

  His hand slipped around my hips and between my legs, his fingers finding my clit and tracing slow circles over it as his cock kept up its even thrusts. The pleasure inside of me was too much to deal with, too much to understand.

  I’d never felt this way before.

  I just closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensation, on the even warmth suffused throughout my entire being. On the brief fires that had started to break out.

  There was no rhyme or reason, no pattern to them at all. They set off like tiny sparks that were alive for a brief moment before fading into the warmth. But it was undeniable, they were present and irrepressible and I knew what they were building to.

  And with each spark they built up the gradual pressure in my body, built me up and made it so much more difficult to concentrate on anything but them. Anything but the inevitable result I could see at the end of the tunnel.

  Something so powerful. Something unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

  I opened my eyes.

  I missed something.

  Somehow I had been so distracted that I had missed him moving me.

  I stared up at his eyes.

  I was flat on my back now, my legs in a wide V with him between them. His thrusts were smooth and even and his hands were on my breasts, pinching and playing with the flesh.