Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  My eyes stared up at him now and he stared down at me with obvious difficulty. He was trying to restrain himself, trying to keep his hips and hands steady, to keep from imposing himself on me. So, with a grin around his cock, I took as much of him inside of me as I could and started to hum loudly, vibrating his cock while I had him buried deep in my mouth.

  It was too much for him. His hands flew up to hold the side of my head and his hips started bucking in and out of my mouth. My hands moved involuntarily, releasing the cock of my ranger and laying themselves on the hips of my stranger. I didn’t resist him, didn’t stop him. I didn’t want that.

  Because the feeling of him losing control, the feeling of me becoming his personal fuck toy, was so overwhelmingly arousing I couldn’t help but moan and passively take it.

  My ranger was disappointed, I sensed his movement from beside me and then felt his hands wrap around my waist. He pulled me back and bodily carried me over to the bed, hefted over his shoulder like a fireman the whole way.

  I stared at my stranger who was following a step behind, and yelped slightly when my ranger flipped up my skirt and slapped my bare ass once before dropping me onto the bed.

  I bounced on the mattress, coming to rest as I sensed these two me moving around me. Getting my bearings I glanced around to see both of my partners stripping off the last of their clothes, exposing bare chests rippling with defined musculature. My stranger set into position at my head while my ranger grabbed at my knees and pushed them apart.

  My ranger slipped between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs as he moved in until they reached my panty clad mound and quickly slipped the fabric aside. I stared at him as he looked down at my exposed sex, my lips no doubt glistening from all of the excitement. He slipped a hand between my legs to touch me and I moaned in response once before I felt hands on my head.

  They turned me to one side and I was once again face to face with my strangers thick cock. With a brief smile I opened my mouth for him and let him push his cock inside of me. He filled me up, his cock tasting strong and unfamiliar. With one hand he held my head still while he thrusted the first third of his cock in and out of my mouth. The other hand reached out to fondle, pinch, and slap my breasts.

  I moaned loudly, my eyes going wide as I felt myself split open. I couldn’t move my head, it was held still by my stranger, but I could feel my ranger pushing his thick cock inside of me. Oh god he was so big, so very thick that it verged on the edge of pain.

  But he took his time, pushing in little by little before withdrawing to let my juices coat his immensely thick cock.

  My whole body was tensing, unsure and unaware of what to do, of how to react to the sensations being pushed into it. My hands clenched the sheets as I tried to relax my muscles, tried to unclench. It wasn’t until I felt the thick head of his cock pop into me that I went limp, spasms wracking my body as my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I tried to process the feelings running through me.

  I gasped with relief at the feeling of him inside of me, still feeling so very filled up, so very close to bursting but settling into it, relaxing through the pain to feel the pleasure. To feel the warmth heat of our sex seep into my very bones, to make my body vibrate with satisfaction.

  It was easier for him now, as my body relaxed, and he managed more and more of his cock inside of me. I felt his weight shift on the bed as his hips moved easier and faster between my legs.

  My stranger was moving too, my eyes struggling to focus on his hips as they blurred in their movement. He thrust his cock faster and faster into my mouth as I lay there and passively took it. I felt his hand holding my head, fingers wrapped in my hair as he fed me his cock again and again. Each moan and sigh I made elicited one from him, the vibrations of my body seeping into his.

  I was in heaven, wedged between two strong men as they took their pleasure from me. I had been passive this whole time but my body started to awaken, the heat of them seeping into me and making me twitch and come to life.

  I started with my stranger, my hand coming up to fondle his balls. As my fingernails touched his sack I felt him jump slightly but I pressed on, taking him in the palm of my hand to fondle him lightly. Then they moved to the shaft of his cock, gripping it tightly when he was almost withdrawn from my mouth, when just the head of his cock was still between my lips.

  I let my tongue slide out, slipping all of the way around the circumference of his head with a wet and lewd sound before stopping on the bottom of his shaft. In my memories I had a flash of a movement, a movement Ali had practiced time and again in the mirror. I rolled my tongue, from base to tip, making waves against the head of his cock while I sensed him, while I felt him tense beneath my working. My hand moved then, slipping up and down his cock with steady rhythm. I kept up a pattern, a pattern that alternated between light touches and tight squeezes. It was my favorite move, the one I knew was guaranteed to end any session with my old body in mere moments.

  Meanwhile I did not neglect my ranger. He was still working between my legs but my other hand snaked up and around his neck to pull his head down to my breast, to make him lick and suck at my nipple while he continued to thrust himself between my legs. Oh god between my legs, I tried something new, I tensed. I flexed muscles I didn’t even know I had. I tensed around his cock and felt the walls of my pussy grip his rock hard shaft.

  Both of my partners were struggling, struggling to maintain themselves in the face of this new attention. Both of them were fit to burst.

  My stranger pulled back first, peeling my hand off his cock as he mumbled something about not wanting to finish yet. He pulled away from me and grunted a single word.

  “Switch.”

  My ranger seemed to understand, his body flexing as he easily broke free of my grip and pushed himself off of me.

  I was alone on the bed, lying on my back and panting with naked desire.

  My stranger grabbed at my arms, pulling me up to a sitting position as he lay down on the bed. His hands gripped my waist and with an involuntary squeal from me I found myself floating through the air before I came to a graceful tumble atop his chest.

  His lips found mine, kissing me quickly as his hands pushed my hips down. All the way down until I felt the head of his cock brush my sex.

  I knew what he wanted. Placing my palms against his wide and hard pecs I pushed away from his mouth and up to a sitting position. Well more of a straddling position really.

  Straddling his thick cock.

  My hand snaked out to hold his shaft, to angle it just right that I could slip it inside of me. I felt him slide in easily, my lips open, accepting and dripping wet. Locking eyes with him I released his shaft and let myself fall on him.

  He filled me up and I cried out with pleasure. His length was so much more than my ranger and he hit a spot deep inside of me that made me tremble, made my brow furrow, made me cry and shiver with the overwhelming sensation of being filled up.

  I pressed my hands against his chest and began to ride him, moving my hips up and down and back and forth on his long and rigid shaft.

  My ranger stepped up to me, standing beside me on the bed with his oh so thick cock mere inches from my face. I took it in my mouth quickly, struggling for something to still the cries escaping my mouth. One hand on his hip I bobbed my mouth up and down on his shaft in time to the movement of my hips.

  I was filled, so absolutely and overwhelmingly filled up from both ends that I felt suffused with pleasure. I knew I was cutting a lewd picture and I loved it, loved being the focus of these two men, loved being taken by both of them.

  “Holy shit,” I heard the gasp come from the doorway of the room and my eyes darted over.

  We had not been quiet and it seemed our activities had attracted quite the crowd. I couldn’t focus enough to determine numbers, but a group of men and more than a few women had gathered to glance in the open door and watch us while we fucked.

  I heard her name, whispered between the witnesses
with disbelief.

  Ali.

  It seems my plan was working.

  And in this moment I didn’t care whether it was or not. I wasn’t driven by a need to ruin her reputation, to sully her. I wanted to be fucked and I wanted to fuck. The feeling of these two cocks pulsing inside of me was enough to satisfy me.

  Still I put on a show for the crowd, winking once as my movements became more exaggerated, more lewd, more attention seeking. And while I performed I satisfied as well, sucking and clenching on these cocks, pleasing them as best I could.

  I let my hand leave the chest of my stranger, slipping around behind me to tickle his balls while I rode him.

  I let my tongue slide just out of my mouth as I sucked at the head of my ranger’s cock, bobbing quickly and shallowly on it as I moaned pleasure loud enough for everyone to here.

  “Fucks sake,” I heard the grunt and I didn’t know which of my two partners made it but I didn’t care.

  Four hands grabbed me and moved me, my surroundings a blur as I was twisted and turned until I found myself balanced on knees and elbows. I felt a cock push into my sex and cried out loudly and lewdly before I was silenced by another cock in my mouth.

  I was seesawed between them, held still in their hands as their hips became a blur and all I could do was passively take their furious thrusting. I was filled up, unaware of who was in my pussy and who was in my mouth and not caring one bit.

  I was satisfied.

  My eyes closed as I felt the overwhelming power of my climax build inside of me. It was a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced before, almost indescribable in its power.

  Every bit of my body, every inch of me was suffused with erotic pleasure. I was vibrating at a higher wavelength, a feeling of pressure building inside of me like a teakettle about to whistle.

  I felt something tense deep inside of me, something clenching in my belly so quickly and so forcefully that it sent shockwaves through my body. Great rocking spasms that wracked my body again and again as I screamed out my pleasure around the cock in my mouth.

  Everything else stopped as I basked in the sensation running through me, pulsing through my veins like molten lead that quickly cooled and hardened until I vibrated like a struck tuning fork.

  My fingers clutched the sheets as my toes curled and I tensed through it all.

  Until I couldn’t take it anymore and then the relaxation hit. I went limp, every single bit of me pliable and soft. I would have slumped to the bed if I hadn’t been held in the arms of these two men.

  But they held me up and when I came back to the world I found they were still there, still pushing their hard cocks into me.

  Both of them pulled out at the same time and I heard the order, “Kneel.”

  I obeyed, making sure to slide off the bed and kneel in full view of the door.

  I sensed their bodies as much as I saw them, my attention split between so many things at once that I had a hard time concentrating on any one thing.

  Until I felt the first splash of hot semen hit my breast.

  I turned to look at that cock as another splash hit my cheek.

  They were coming, coating me in their salty seed in big, sticky globs.

  I relaxed into it, my hands coming up to stroke their cocks towards me, to milk them of everything they were worth as they spasmed and splashed me again and again. My lips, my cheeks, my neck, my breasts.

  I stroked them for what seemed like forever, eyes closed as I enjoyed the sensation of being coated by them.

  Until they were done, until both of those men were fully drained. I reached out then and took each of them in my mouth in turn, just the heads of their cocks. I cleaned them with my lips and my tongue while they moaned and twitched, overwhelmed.

  That done I released them and got up off my knees. With a smile aimed at both of them I said, “Thanks for the good time boys.”

  Then I strode towards the door, towards the group that had gathered to watch us. I walked out topless and covered in hot, sticky come while the crowd parted to watch me go.

  I didn’t know where I would go from here, but I knew that I wasn’t nearly done having fun in this body.

  Gender Swap Competition: Loser Becomes a Lady

  My friend Mike has always been the competitive sort. Lucky for him I’ve always been competitive too.

  Unlucky for him when it comes to pretty much every single thing we’re equally matched, which I suppose is unlucky for me too.

  Because we’ve known each other most of our lives and for most of that time we’ve been in competition with each other. Mike and Matt, inseparable and always fighting for first. The joke was that even growing up we’d competed over who said the first word and who could walk first. But being equal in all respects makes competition pretty fun, it’s always a good back and forth.

  We took it seriously though, even if we did enjoy ourselves. I think it helped too, always fighting against someone to prove yourself means you’re always trying your best, always trying to outdo your last achievement.

  We never settle.

  So whatever it is we’re always neck and neck. Fighting for the best spot on the team, the fastest time in sprints, the best grade in class, hell even the best girl at the bar.

  Each and every time a dead heat. Just when one of us would succeed at something the other one would come from out of nowhere to dominate and turn the tide, spurring the other one on to retaliation.

  I think it’s good, and since there is no definitive winner and never has been one I think this bit of competition is going to be around for a real long time.

  Tonight we were out at a bar, just hanging out shooting the shit while relaxing from a stressful day. There was no sign that competition was about to start up, nothing that made it seem likely or anything when all of a sudden this girl walks in.

  I swear the whole place drew this collective gasp, because this girl was a perfect 10. An absolute knockout. Blonde and curvy and bouncy, the type of girl that you can’t help but just stifle a cry of ‘goddamn’ when you see her. The kind of girl that just oozed sex with every step. That had every single guy wondering what it would be like to take her home and lay her down in bed and have some fun.

  Including the two of us.

  So now Mike and I go from relaxed to competitive in an instant. We exchange a glance and the rules are laid out without us even having to utter a word. First one to get her interest wins.

  Mike takes first shot, stepping up and walking over to her to try his game. I know his game and I know it works, we’re not complicated guys and our game isn’t complicated either. None of that sophisticated bullshit for us.

  We know what we are.

  We’re both successful and attractive young guys who have no problem drawing the eyes of ladies without any tricks or trouble. So ‘game’ for us basically breaks down to buying the girl a drink and introducing ourselves. Talking to the girl as if she’s a human being, being interested in what she has to say.

  Remarkable isn’t it?

  Well that’s the game most times anyways, and it’s the one that Mike tried on her tonight. Thing is that there is always other options, especially when competition is involved.

  So while Mike holds her attention and she holds his I make my move, slipping around the room without him noticing and casually sitting at the bar in her eyeline.

  Now she’s at the bar, with Mike beside her and between her and I. She’s turned to look at him and catches a glimpse of me out of the corner of her eye. I don’t try anything, but I notice her glance at me quickly while MIke is trying his jokes and conversation and her attention drifts to me just a little too long before sliding back to him. So I know I’m in.

  I order a drink from the bartender and take a long sip before angling it towards her and tipping my head a bit, just enough to let her know that I’ve noticed her.

  I can tell without even looking now that she’s blushing, that she knows she was caught checking me out. So with a smile
I turn to her, now looking at her for the first time, and cock an eyebrow while smiling slyly.

  Then I lock eyes with her, and I’m not going to be the first one to break.

  Eye contact is extremely important, it draws in attention and makes a quick and easy personal connection with someone. I could tell from her response, from the slight blush, the way she bit her lip, the way she held my glance. I could tell I was in.

  And then the next phase started. I didn’t even have to listen to what Mike was saying I knew all of his lines ahead of time. He went on an on, using his material which he had structured to be witty and funny and easygoing.

  I had a routine as well, a series of gestures and responses perfectly timed to mock him. To make it hard for her to keep from laughing, to draw her attention from him to me.

  At which point I finish my drink and very deliberately leave the bar.

  This is the hard part, this is the part where you have to wait for the payoff. So I lean up against the wall outside of the bar, just beside the door, and wait.

  But I don’t need to wait for long.

  She steps out and I sweep her into my arms. Our lips connect instantly and her surprise melts into desire.

  She grabs onto my shirt, tugging me into her before pressing her hands into my chest and feeling me flex in response. I hear her mewl slightly and let my hands slip down to rest on her ass and squeeze her pert cheeks.

  We walk over, we fall around the corner into a little space that’s just out of view of the street. It’s exposed, but just barely. It offers enough privacy that we can’t be seen and it’s there that I break our kiss and hear her voice for the first time.

  “I’ve never done anything like this,” she whispers breathily, but I don’t respond with words. I respond with actions.