Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  It would do it naturally.

  So when his hands slid down slightly on my hips, down towards my lower back and the swell of my ass all I could think was that I needed him to touch me, to grab my ass, to cup it in his strong hands and squeeze it.

  Not once, not even in the slightest, did I concern myself with the fact that this wasn’t me wanting this. Not once was I concerned about my sexuality or gender. I wasn’t Alex then, I was Ali 100 percent. I had embodied her, become her. Sure I was still in here, but I was relaxed and letting her body take control.

  And she craved this.

  Our kiss broke and I whispered breathily to him, “You deserved a reward.”

  His eyes raked up and down my face, surprised and pleased at the same time, “I never knew you were like this Ali.”

  “There is a lot you didn’t know,” I said with a smile, pulling away from him and taking his hand in mine, “Let’s go to your room.”

  I led the way up, drawing him behind me the entire way.

  All the way up the stairs I made an exaggerated show of swaying my hips and wiggling my ass. I made sure to entice him to look, made sure to keep him just far enough from me that the flashes of my thighs would draw his attention and make him crave what was just hidden from view.

  This dress was short, surprisingly short, and somehow managed to keep my panties just out of view of him. But I knew they didn’t hide much more than that. I knew that he could imagine every last bit of what he couldn’t see from that position.

  I got into it, the excitement of teasing him almost as good as the excitement from having him touch me. I wanted him so bad at this point I could feel it pounding in my body. An ache that craved satisfaction.

  As we got to his floor and he walked me over to his room I knew this wasn’t going to end with just making out. I knew there was a line here and that I was going to blaze past it.

  Ruining her reputation was just the icing on the cake, truth be told it was the excitement of the moment that spurred me on. It was the excitement of the man I was with, the prospect of having him undress me and please my body.

  I wanted it, I needed it, and I knew there was no going back.

  So when he opened the door of his dorm room I pushed him inside and pushed myself into his arms once more. I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and attacked his tongue with savage passion.

  His hands came to light once more on my hips and this time I took the in my hands and slid them down, down to my ass and then further down. I made him slide them down onto the backs of my thighs and up and under my skirt. I made him grab my bare ass with his hands.

  Seeing that I was willing to cross that line he reacted with vigor, he squeezed my ass cheeks in his meaty palms and I moaned lewdly into his mouth with the pleasure of it. I squealed a little, unable to contain my excitement as fingers slipped into the space between my cheeks and brushed lower, to the newly dampening spot between my legs.

  When his fingers brushed against my mound I felt my body flinch with it, the sensation of him touching me between my legs simultaneously exciting and arousing. He pressed in harder, pushing my soft panties against my slit and I felt my entire core tense as a riot of images went off in my mind.

  What we had been doing till now had hardly been chaste, but I could walk out of here a woman with her reputation sullied but somewhat intact. What I imagined, what this body craved, was something far more intense.

  I wanted him to touch me, to feel me, to push my panties aside and plunge his strong fingers deep into the space between my legs. I wanted him to finger me, to bring me closer and closer to my climax as his fingers worked their way in and out of my tight wet slit. Then just when I was hovering on the edge I wanted him to-

  I couldn’t say it.

  Couldn’t even admit it to myself. But there it was at the edges of my mind. The images flashing over and over in my head.

  Me on my back. Him on top.

  Him inside of me.

  Oh god I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me. I craved it, felt the urge inside of me to strip him bare and climb atop his hard and thick cock. To let it fill me up and pound in me again and again.

  The urges were so strong, so overwhelmingly powerful, I had to wonder how Ali could do it. How on earth did she manage to hold out? To resist? How on earth did she keep her wits about herself?

  I saw flashes, bits and pieces that were memories and yet somehow unfamiliar. Thoughts that gradually coalesced until I realized I was remembering her life, her past.

  Her habits.

  How every single day she would go back to her dorm room. Every single day she would be chaste and reserved until she got back home and locked her door. Then she would reach over to her drawer, the place where she kept her panties. There in the back she would pull out her old familiar vibrating friend and pleasure herself over and over again. She would lie back in bed, sometimes still wearing her perfectly arranged outfits, and plunge that vibrating stick between her thighs while she imagined herself being taken over and over by all of the men she saw during the day.

  But never me, never dear old devoted Alex.

  So with a flash of emotion that was equal parts rage and desire I pushed through. I knew right then and there that I was going to give in. I was going to give in and give this body what it craved, what it desired, what it needed.

  I was going to give her the reputation she so badly wanted, the one she wanted in her heart of hearts.

  Pushing myself into him I practically leapt into his arms. I could feel him step back, slightly unsteady as I fell into him but his reflexes were fast and he caught me, his hands holding my thighs as I wrapped my legs around him.

  I pushed my tongue into his mouth as I felt his fingers knead the firm flesh of my toned thighs. The strength in his hands massaged pleasure into my body, emanating waves of heat that pulsed through my body and coalesced right there in the pit of my belly.

  I ached there, the heat craving satisfaction as image after image of being fucked in every position imaginable flashed through my brain.

  God Ali had a dirty mind.

  This man, this stranger, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome. He walked me over to the desk against the wall and sat me down. My bare cheeks contacted the cool top of the desk and it made me squeak once more.

  He tried to step back, but found my legs wrapped tighter around him, pulling him in. I wasn’t going to let him leave until he satisfied me.

  So instead he turned to the front of my dress and the row of buttons that traced a line down the front, all the way down to the waistline. His mouth connected with my long neck and he took his time unbuttoning each one deliberately.

  He didn’t try to push apart the material, he let it fall naturally all the way up until his fingers freed the last button. It wasn’t until then that he peeled his lips from the spot they were tasting on my neck.

  Reaching out he slid his hands under the fabric at my collarbone and parted the two halves, sliding them over my shoulders as they parted to reveal me fully to his eye.

  Since before I could remember I had fantasized about this moment, about seeing Ali’s breasts. I had pictured them on days when we sat in the library studying alone, when we ate quiet meals, when we talked about the boys who she fancied. I had a clear and distinct image in my mind of what they would be and those expectations were shattered.

  Her breasts were larger than I thought, larger than I had expected. They were just over handful sized. And so very pert, even braless as she was now the ends of them, capped in perfectly symmetrical pink nipples, were upturned just the slightest bit. Her areola were small, fading out into pale white skin at the edges as they blended into the rest of her breast.

  They were beautiful and gorgeous, statuesque and proud. They stood out on her chest, the slopes perfectly soft and blended with the rest of her body, her stomach below it toned and firm and tight.

  My dark and handsome stranger took the opp
ortunity, as any man would, to stare openly at them. Taking in their beauty and their flawlessness. His hands came up to cup them, holding the sides and lifting them slightly before letting them drop, watching the jiggle of the firm flesh as they came to rest.

  Then he dove in, his greedy mouth kissing down the slope of one breast until it found my nipple and pulled it in, sucked on it and nibbled slightly at it as it elicited a moan from me.

  I wanted him to touch me more, to use his hand to satisfy my other breast while his mouth worked on the one before him, but I was denied. Instead his hand slipped down onto my bare thigh and slid up under my skirt.

  It found my panties and with fingers that were adept and nimble it pushed the fabric aside. I felt him press into me, his thick digits pushing into my dripping sex as I moaned and squirmed beneath his touch.

  His head moved to my other breast, taking my nipple into his mouth and biting it lightly while his fingers pushed in and out of me with steady movements. I let my head fall back,staring up at the ceiling and reveling in the sensation.

  It was so unlike anything I had ever felt before. Somehow stronger and more gentle than anything I had experienced as a man. If I had to describe the difference with a single word it would be crude. Sex as a man, touching myself as a man it had a physical sensation to it. It was like ever movement was intensified, everything needing to be over the top.

  But as a woman the slightest touch was enough, you could be gentle, be easy, and still elicit pleasure from this body. Not that you couldn’t be rough, but gentle was enough. So much so that escalating to rough meant escalating the pleasure. If the slightest touch was enough to draw a moan out of me, a touch that was hard and rough would be enough to rip out cries of pleasure.

  My hands came up to him, my fingers in his hair as I held him at my breast and pulled him in. I pushed him into my chest and savored the sensation of his lips and tongue and teeth on me. Moaning and bucking my hips into his hand I felt him slip another digit into me and tensed around it, squeezing his fingers inside of me as I felt them fill me up.

  Two fingers was so much, it felt enormous in me, felt like I was on the edge of bursting. But I knew those two fingers were nothing in comparison to a long and thick cock and I had no idea how this body could possibly take it, could possibly stand the overwhelming pleasure of a thick cock splitting me open.

  I could barely imagine it, the memories flooding into my mind in a riot of confusion. Memory mixed with fantasy as it all became one big indistinguishable blur. All of it overwhelming me, making my breath catch in my throat as I gulped for air.

  My whole body was tensing beneath him, the feeling of him touching me satisfying this body in ways I couldn’t imagine. In ways that it couldn’t imagine.

  This was satisfying a need deep in Ali. Something she desperately wanted. She wanted to be touched by this man. To be pleased by him and to please him.

  She wanted it more than she wanted anything else.

  Even though she didn’t know his name, even though she had only just met him. The thrill of him being a complete stranger made it even better, made it even dirtier.

  And then something else happened.

  There was the click of a latch and the door to the dorm room opened.

  The man who walked in was tall and handsome, his skin a deep dark olive complexion. He looked like the sort of guy who spent long hours working outdoors, like he was a park ranger or something along those lines. You could just picture him in the woods, confident and assured as he walked through the dense brush. He had wide shoulders and thick arms, a trim waist hidden beneath the loose button up shirt and tight jeans he was wearing. His pale green eyes turned on the scene before him and he was struck silent by it, his eyebrows raising as he looked in slight shock on the two of us.

  My tall, dark, and handsome stranger heard the noise and turned, looking over at him standing in the door. With what seemed to be his usual eloquence he stuttered a bit unable to form a sentence.

  His roommate, the ranger, managed to find his voice as my stranger stepped up and away from me.

  “Dude,” he said to my stranger, “You should have put a sock on the door.”

  Slipping off of the desktop I crossed the room, staring at this new addition and saying, “Nonsense, the more the merrier.”

  I slipped my arms around my rangers neck and pulled him down to me as well. Ali isn’t short but this guy seemed so tall that slipping my arms around his neck made it feel like I was reaching up to a skyscraper. He bent and kissed me, his lips light and slightly nervous. I broke our kiss and both of us turned to my stranger to see whether I’ve lost him by doing this. His face had a look of nervousness and curiosity on it, what was happening now was unexpected but not exactly undesired.

  That knowledge was encouraging.

  I turned back to my ranger and kissed him again, now we’re both enthused by the situation. His hands fell on my waist and his touch wasn’t nearly so nervous as my stranger. He was bold and aggressive, barely pausing at my waist before sliding up to cup and fondle my bare breasts. He touched them roughly, pinching my nipples between index finger and thumb and rolling my hardening nubs between his digits. I sighed into his mouth and resisted the urge to leap into his arms.

  I felt a hand touching my ass, sliding up to my waist and then felt a hard body pressing into my back as his lips touched my neck. My stranger was behind me, pressing himself against me and sandwiching me between him and this other man. They were both so big, so imposing, that I couldn’t help but feel tiny and slight between the two of them.

  I broke my kiss, spinning around with a giggle to kiss the stranger behind me lightly and quickly before taking things to the next level once more.

  Pressing away from both of them I placed a hand on each of their chests to keep them at bay. I looked at each of them in turn, their expressions mirrored and hungry with desire. So I decided to satisfy them, falling to my knees before them.

  My hand traced down their chests and abs as I slipped to the ground, fingers grabbing at their belts and tugging them towards me as I touched the ground.

  Looking up at both of them they were so big and immense, towering slabs of muscle and power and manliness staring down at me with open and naked desire.

  I turned to my stranger first, unbuckling and unzipping his pants quickly, slipping them down and leaving him standing in his tight boxer briefs.

  My ranger came next, his jeans slipping off to reveal his boxers as well.

  Their bulges were immense and seemed to be pulsing with the heat of the moment, and when my hand reached out to gently caress them they were warm and hard. I quickly slipped their boxers down, popping both of their hard cocks out at the same time.

  They bounced and stood up proud and hard in the room, and thus I was face to face with the first cock that wasn’t mine.

  They were big, both of them were so big. Long and thick they definitely suited the strong muscular bodies both of these hot men were graced with. My stranger had a longer cock, maybe two inches or so longer than my rangers. But my ranger had a cock that was so thick it was unbelievable, so thick I thought my hand would have trouble wrapping around it.

  I reached out and grasped both of them, my hands holding them at their base and angling both of them to point towards my face.

  It was intimidating, having their hot and hard pulsing cocks in my hand, feeling their flesh both thick and soft at the same time. Knowing what was going to come next. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

  I was about to suck a cock. I was about to suck two cocks, both of them long and thick and both of them belonging to men I had just met, men whose names I didn’t know. My reputation wasn’t on the line, I was in the body of another person and they would have to deal with the repercussions, not me.

  But still this was something I hadn’t imagined doing, something I had never in a million years expected.

  I was a man, and a straight man. I wasn’t supposed to suck another man's
cock. I wasn’t supposed to want it as much as I did.

  But I did want it, I wanted them in my mouth and in my pussy. I wanted them to pound me and touch me and feel me. I wanted them to please me and I wanted to please them.

  And so even though I was terrified, even though I was a man, even though I had no idea what I was supposed to do, I bent forward to take one of them in my mouth.

  I started with my ranger, slipping the wide head of his cock into my mouth and sucking on it while my hand slowly stroked up and down the cock of my stranger. It was the oddest sensation, the taste and feel of cock in my mouth. It was exactly like something was alive inside of me, I could feel him pulsing, could feel his hips giving little thrusts back and forth, could feel his shaft twitching and moving in my hand. He tasted salty and a little smoky, a taste that was not entirely unpleasant. He tasted like man, and I could smell the scent of their manly musk combining in the air, invading my nostrils. My body fed off of the scent, the excitement growing stronger in me.

  I could feel my body react.

  My nipples hardened and there was an ache between my legs, a desperate sense of emptiness that needed to be filled, to be satisfied.

  I craved more.

  So I tried my hardest to please my ranger, letting my tongue move against his shaft, tracing lines up and down the slit in the head of his cock. He moaned lightly in response and I turned my eyes up to look at him.

  His eyes stared down at me, heavy lidded with open desire and need. I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, saw my stranger staring down at me as well but his look had none of the desire but plenty of the need. I had been neglecting my work.

  So I popped the head of my rangers cock out of my mouth, spitting lewdly on it and letting my hand jack up and down his shaft to spread the wet saliva I had left on it all over him. While that hand worked I took my strangers cock in mouth instead.

  He moaned instantly and I grinned around his head before beginning to bob with vigor. His cock wasn’t nearly as wide and so it was far easier to take more of him into my mouth. I did just that, feeling the head of his cock sliding in and out of me, almost all of the way down. I felt him hit the back of my throat and stifled the spasm that came from that, focusing on taking as much of him as I could into me.