Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  I was caught in the tide of him, gasping for breath as he pulled back and pounded into me again and again. With each swell I would take a great gasping gulp and between them I felt all of the air forced out of my body.

  His cock was so big I could feel every last bit of it. Could feel all of the details on every inch of his shaft as it pushed and stretched against me.

  My lower body was held still by him, firmly in his grip so that all it could do was wrap my legs around his back to keep them from shaking. But my upper body was my own and it had a mind all it’s own. It thrashed at the bed, struggling to maintain any sense of sanity in the face of the relentless thrusting of him between my legs.

  I lost all ability to form word, to form sentences, to make any noise other than mindless babbling and guttural animalistic noises. I was lost to him, his gorgeous cock had fucked all of the sense out of me. It had left me senseless.

  Then I came back, bit by bit I regained control over my body and my mind as I acclimated to the feeling of him inside of me. He was still stretching me out, but I grew used to it, my body grew accustomed to it. It felt right.

  We felt like two puzzle pieces that didn’t quite seem to fit together, but once they settle into the bigger picture you can see the pattern emerge and can see that they only belong together. They were made to fit together.

  And for all I knew we were, for all I knew whatever spell had put me in this body and had changed his in such amazing ways had made it with purpose and design. Had made it with this end in mind.

  And I really couldn’t complain about it.

  Because whether I had lost all sense or regained it the feeling of him between my legs was just right. It was filled with satisfaction and heat, it was amazing. This sex, right here, was better than any I had ever experienced before.

  And I was drawn into it, relishing it and wanting more. Craving it.

  I didn’t want to be a passive recipient. I wanted to be active. I wanted to feel him and relish him but I wanted to please him too, please him as much as he did me.

  So when I regained control over myself and my eyes locked with his I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.

  I pressed my lips against his and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I played with him, licking him and biting his lower lip with a smile. Then I broke the kiss and pressed his head between my breasts. I knew my partner and I knew he was a breast man. I knew he loved to bury his face between them and lick and kiss and suck and bite on them.

  So though he was satisfying me, though I pulled his head from breast to breast as he worked on me, I knew he was satisfied as well.

  And something more. I knew what he liked, in specifics.

  He had told me, while drunk one night, exactly what he loved. What he couldn’t get enough of.

  There was one position, nothing fancy or ostentatious. He liked his fucking simple and straightforward and he liked his women on top.

  So while I had his head on my breasts I flipped us until I was riding him. My trim thighs were straddling him and his hard cock was still buried deep inside of me.

  With him below me I pulled his head away from my breasts. I heard a noise escape him halfway between a growl and a whimper but still I pushed him to the bed, made him lie back and gave him a single soft kiss before pulling away from him.

  I knew the figure I must have cut. I had seen more than my fair share of women from the position he was in right at this very moment.

  He could see every inch of me, the lines of my flat stomach, the curve of my breasts, the slight sheen of sweat on my skin, the bouncy locks of my tousled hair. I could tell from the big wide eyes that he was giving me that he definitely enjoyed the view.

  I let my hips sway back and forth, grinding on him as I felt him spear me from below and fill me up. It felt amazing, I felt like a goddess being worshipped by him. I knew I had all of his attention, and I had never felt so wanted or desired before in my life.

  My hands traced lines up and down my sides, playing with my skin and drawing his attention into them as I let them slide up my body and fall back down again. I hypnotized him with the movement, pulling him into me as I shifted the movement of my hips.

  I began to bounce up and down on him, feeling him slide in and out of me again and again, feeling every bump of him pressing against me and filling me up. And while I felt that my hands slid to my breasts, cupping and fondling and pinching them.

  Something began to build then, something more than the general feeling of desire building in my body. Something more than the satisfaction.

  It rose in me, pounding against my skin from the inside like a hot wind pressing against me. The pressure of it increased, increased and spun and twirled inside of me until I was a vortex of heat. I began to feel it pressing against me harder and faster, building inside of me like a hurricane.

  I found it hard to breathe, hard to concentrate on anything except the rhythmic movement of my hips and my hands as I struggled to contain myself. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out everything else and focus on the indescribably amazing feeling in my body.

  His hands grabbed me, gripping my hips and holding me still as his hips bucked into me. He had taken over and was fucking me quickly and mercilessly and it just served to intensify the torrent of feelings building in my body.

  I moaned loudly and lewdly, crying out my passion to the open air as I struggled to maintain myself. My eyes flew open and locked with him and I saw something there, something behind his eyes that I had only seen glimpses of when we were in the midst of an intense competition. I saw the animal inside of him.

  He lifted me, standing up while he moved me so we stayed together but shifted our position. He moved quickly and I was at a loss for where we were going until I felt myself crash into the wall. He held me against the wall with his hands while his hips continued their forceful thrusting into me.

  He was filling me up and all I could do was moan and mewl and cry out my passionate satisfaction. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and I kissed him as hard as I could, I pressed my lips into his as I squeezed my eyes shut and let go fully.

  My whole body tensed, clenching like a fist as the heat erupted inside of me. It felt like it was forcing itself out through every pore, like I was screaming out satisfaction with every last bit of me.

  I heard a ringing and heard my heart pounding as I shook and tensed for what felt like forever. Still he moved, pounding himself into me again and again with furious need.

  I was clenched around him but I could feel he was close, so close to his own satisfaction as he drilled me over the edge into mine.

  Melting all at once I fell around him, my lips softening as I kissed him again and again.

  Then he pulled away and I slid to the ground, moving quickly to get my knees below me as I awaited what came next.

  My body moved instinctively, hands flying up to grasp his shaft and stroke him as I pointed his thick hard cock towards me. Until he exploded, with a roar he came hard and forcefully, painting me with his seed again and again.

  Everywhere it touched me burned like fire, his seed painting my breasts and face and stomach. He came so much, so much more than I ever thought possible. I stroked him through it all, until his roar transformed into a moan of satisfaction and he stumbled backwards to lean against the bed.

  I was coated, my upper body plastered with him. I reached a finger out to scoop up a dollop sitting on the edge of my nipple and popped it into my mouth.

  The taste was unbelievably satisfying, more satisfying than any meal I had ever had before and before I knew it I was scooping up drop after drop and popping them into my mouth with mumbles of satisfaction.

  Until there was none left, and I realized I needed more. I realized it with desperation and I glanced across the room at Mike leaning against the bed.

  He was hard again lightly stroking himself as he watched me.

  I stood up and crossed the room, stepping right past him and crawling onto the be
d. On hands and knees I threw a glance over my shoulder.

  “Competition,” I said, “Bet I can have the most orgasms tonight.”

  With a smile he replied, “I’ll take that bet.”

  Turned into a Sexy Redhead: Swapped and Seduced by an Older Man

  It was just a stupid argument. It was never supposed to mean anything. We had a dozen of these little spats every week and they never turned out to do anything.

  So I’d gotten a little heated, it was a heat of the moment thing to say. Could you really blame me for that?

  Just a dumb argument.

  She was picking on me, making it out that all I did was complain about things and so I fought back. Told her my life was hard. Hard compared to hers at least.

  Then apparently I ‘Don’t understand what it’s like to be her’ and I ‘Don’t understand what she’s going through’. I think I understand just fine.

  Told her that too, but that just made it worse and before I know it she had kicked me out. Told me to find someplace else for the night.

  Told me she needed to calm down.

  I love her, I do in spite of everything. And I’ll admit I’m not the easiest guy to be with. I’ll admit I can be a bit of an asshole.

  So fine I’ll be a good guy for once. I’ll stay away, spend a few nights somewhere else and then go back and make up.

  I’ll apologize, tell her I’m sorry and that she has it hard as well and I’ll tell her I’ll try to be more considerate. I’ll try to remember that she has a hard life too.

  Maybe I’ll even throw in some flowers.

  And then she’ll forgive me and we’ll be right as rain once more.

  But for tonight I need a place to stay, and that is where Zack comes in.

  Zack Temple, best friend since I can remember and all around good guy. Always there to help out a friend, always considerate, and just as unlucky in love as I am.

  Zack has just gone through something similar, except his took it to the next step. My girl can get a bit heated but when things cool down then everything goes back to normal. Zack really likes the girls who don’t cool down. His relationships are passionate and exciting and usually over in a flash. Sometimes with an explosion.

  This last one ended just that way and it ended with her emptying most of his back account and burning quite a lot of his stuff.

  So Zack was more than willing to help out, but the problem was he didn’t exactly have his own place at the moment.

  Zack had moved back into his old childhood home temporarily, which meant he had what could charitably be described as an old roommate back. A man I’d always known as Mr. Temple, Liam Temple.

  When Mr. and Mrs. Temple had broken up a ways back Mr. Temple had kept the family home while Mrs. Temple moved across the country for work. I’d only seen him a handful of times since then but he didn’t seem too broken up about a long-term marriage ending. Then again I don’t think I’d ever seen Mr. Temple display any emotion other than cool, dispassionate, and detached reasoning.

  Mr. Temple was okay, he was a bit of a hardass but it was fine because Zack travelled a lot for work and so did Mr. Temple. So even though they shared a place they rarely if ever had to worry about running into each other.

  No awkward moments dealing with each other, or any female companionship that they might bring home and having to explain any sort of one-night attachments away, if you catch my drift.

  Zack let me into the apartment with a smile on his face and a clap on the bed. It was late when I got over, after midnight, and he looked sleepy and about ready to crash.

  But he stayed up for a bit with me, and we did the usual dance of catching up with each other before Zack laid out the schedule for the next few days.

  Mr. Temple was out of town tonight on business, and Zack would be heading out of town tomorrow. I was free to crash on the couch for tonight and then I could have his room for the next week if I wanted since that was how long Zack would be away for.

  Easy peasy. I would spend the week here, which would be just long enough for my girl to start missing me, and then would stride back all apologetic and ‘I’m so sorry baby I missed you so much and I’ll never do something as stupid as take you for granted again’.

  Easy.

  So with the lights off I slipped into sleep with a smile on my face and a plan in mind.

  ---

  Sleep was odd.

  I’d had nightmares before and I’d had regular dreams. This was neither.

  It felt real and somehow not real, like a fever dream that I couldn’t break free from. Everything felt wispy and uncertain, like I was pushing through haze to try to get back to reality.

  I kept hearing my girlfriend, chanting words and phrases I didn’t understand in a language I couldn’t comprehend.

  It reminded me of her meditation, when she would sit in the middle of the room and chant the same phrase over and over again. She believed in magic and spells, believed she could do things to the world around her. My inability to take that point of view seriously had been the cause of more than a few fights in our time together.

  But in the dream it somehow felt real. Oddly being here, floating in a directionless soup of wispiness with only her voice to keep me company, I felt like her magic had form.

  Her voice came from all around me, growing in volume as it grew closer and closer until it felt like wherever I turned she was right in my ear. It reached a pitch so loud that it made my head pound, made me thrash my arms and legs and struggle to plug my ears.

  The harder I thrashed the harder it became to move. The wisps seemed to harden around me, stiffening and holding me in place until I felt like I was caught in a spiders web.

  It began to wrap around me, enfolding me in layer upon layer like a cocoon until I was no longer able to move.

  It tightened, squeezing me. Painful at first and then numbing.

  I lost all feeling in my body, I couldn’t feel anything at all.

  The air squeezed out of me last and I gasped for a breath as I slipped into darkness.

  My last thought was that the cords were letting me go, and that my body felt strange.

  It felt not my own.

  ---

  I awoke with a yawn and accompanied by the sound of Zack banging his way out of his bedroom. He wasn’t exactly a graceful guy, and I heard him trip over something and curse before clomping his way over to the door and yanking it open.

  Through bleary and sleep lined eyes I saw him step out yawning. He barely even glanced my way, only deigning to acknowledge me with a sleepy, “Morning.”

  “Morning,” I replied, my voice sounding oddly high pitched and off.

  Something sounded odd to Zack too. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly, his eyes wide as he looked at me lying on the couch.

  Backing up quickly he put his back to the wall and practically shouted at me, “Who the hell are you?”

  Okay, so now he’s making some sort of stupid joke. I’d never known Zack to be a funny guy, not particularly so at least, and it was far too early in the morning for this sort of confusing humor, so early that all I could muster was a half-heartedly confused, “What?”

  “Why are you in my house?” he cried, “Where is Aaron?”

  “Come on man,” I mumbled, struggling to keep my shit together, “Don’t be an idiot.”

  “What the hell is going on?” he went on.

  With a sigh I slumped myself to a sitting position on the couch, my long red hair falling in a tumble in front of my eyes.

  Wait that was odd, I don’t have red hair, and I certainly don’t have long hair. Did he pull some sort of stupid prank where he put a wig on me in the middle of the night? How is that funny?

  I pushed my hair out of my eyes, hearing Zack sputtering in the background, as my eyes struggled to focus on what was in front of me.

  I had gone to bed wearing a pair of my boxers and a loose t-shirt. I was still wearing just that when I woke up, but it looked for all the world
like everything else had changed.

  I noticed it subtly at first, staring down at my creamy smooth thighs and wondering why they looked so odd, so different, tapered and slight not hairy and muscular like my normal legs.

  Then my gaze drifted from there to the unmistakable bumps under my shirt. There was something under my shirt, right up on high on my chest where breasts would be.

  While Zack freaked out in the corner I reached up with my hands and squeezed those bumps.

  My body responded, feeling myself grasping at a part of my body that was so obviously mine and yet somehow not at all mine. Not what mine used to be. And the feeling it stirred in me, somewhere between heat and desire as I sleepily struggled to process why groping at my chest would somehow turn me on until it dawned on me.

  Shakily I withdrew my hands from my chest and dipped one down into my boxers.

  I felt nothing, well not exactly nothing. Where my cock used to be I felt an absence and something more, a slit, two lips and wetness.

  My hand jerked back as if it had been burned.

  Just what the hell is going on here?

  I turned to look at Zack and he was still jabbering on, something about the police and asking where Aaron was.

  On shaky legs I stood from the couch and pushed past him into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind me and turning to stare at myself in the mirror.

  She was staring back at me, a soft and smooth woman. She had long red hair that was mane of tousled fire. It fell down around her shoulders in great waves, somewhat curly but mostly just wild looking, untamed.

  Her lips were soft and pink and pillowy, achingly kissable and petite at the same time. Her skin was pale and the color of porcelain, it was smooth and absolutely flawless.

  Her whole face was soft, no hard lines whatsoever in it. She was both pretty and beautiful at the same time, adorable and somehow had a look that screamed femme fatale.

  Her eyes were a pale green that somehow seemed to swirl and shift to grey when you stared too long at them. They drew you in and captivated you. Made it difficult to look away.