Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  His tongue moved quickly, so very quickly that I couldn’t help but gasp. One hand shot out to grasp the back of his head, tangling in his hair and pulling his mouth between my legs I held his there as a low moan escaped me.

  Words spilled out of me, without sense or reason and demanding more and more. Each word was interspersed with a flurry of nonsensical grunts and moans and breathy whispers.

  Liam was oh so skilled with his tongue, tracing patterns and lines and breaking from his attention on my clit to dip down and lick at my slit, tasting my juices and dipping his tongue inside of me.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head as the knot of tension redoubled its efforts. It spread rapidly through my body, running out of my torso and down my limbs, snaking up and around my neck until it seeped into my head and toes and fingers and my whole body went rigid and locked.

  Heat ran over me like a wave, it rocked over me like a shockwave as I lost the ability to make any noise and tensed with the feeling running over me. My orgasm was so powerful, more powerful than any I had ever felt before.

  Once, twice, and three times it rushed over me and it was only after the third time that I could gasp in a gulp of air, my voice crying out loud as I screamed my pleasure out to the room.

  “Oh god,” I cried, “Oh fuck. Oh god. Oh YES!”

  My whole body twitched as one, my arms and legs pulsing and tensing and releasing as the satisfaction washed over my body. I felt my abdomen lock and release and lock again. The tension that had built in my body moved rapidly, releasing me quickly and grabbing me back again.

  Wave after wave of passionate pleasure grabbed and released my body and the whole time Liam kept up his actions. I swear I could feel a grin as his hands gripped my thighs and held me still while his tongue continued to last between my legs. Each new movement of him brought new waves of pleasure from out of my body, each wave building my pleasure higher and higher until it was too much, until I couldn’t take anymore.

  With a cry of regret I tightened my grip on his hair and pulled him away from me, pulled his skillful tongue out from between my thighs. I dragged his head up my body, hips lips and tongue reaching out to kiss and lick whatever bit of flesh they could find until I pulled him up to my lips.

  I wrapped both arms around the back of his head and kissed him hard and deep as my body came down from the pleasure he had given it. I drank deep of him, satisfied with the whole world.

  When our kiss broke we locked eyes and I had the dumbest half-sleepy smile on my face.

  I was content now, didn’t need anything else and I tried to say something, to thank him or tell him but all that came out was a stumble of words like, “You- The best- Never felt- So good-”

  Then I felt his fingers, they slipped between my thighs and dipped deep in the well of my satisfied sex and I moaned as they parted my lips and slipped inside.

  I’d never been penetrated before, never had anything inside of me except the tip of his tongue and it had never slipped so far into me. He pushed in and drew out, making a come hither motion with his fingers that brushed up towards the front of my hip as he withdrew his fingers.

  It hit something in me.

  My breath caught in my throat as my body tensed around him once more, and just like that the craving was back. Just like that I wanted more.

  He knew it too and his hands gripped my waist and lifted me. He carried me easily and securely over to the table in the dining room, the place where we had just had our pleasant dinner.

  Setting me down on the table he stepped back and began to undress.

  I had had many a partner undress for me, pushing me back and stripping down to showcase themselves for me. All of those times were exciting and amazing, each in their own way. But for each of them my partner was putting on a show for me. There was often music, often swaying and dancing. There was teasing. They were showing off.

  Liam was not doing any of that.

  His movements were methodical, unbuttoning his dress shirt and peeling it off his body. Unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his pants. There was no dancing, no swaying, no teasing.

  But this was so much better. As each new inch of strong and muscular flesh was revealed I felt a strong pull, a desire to touch it, to feel the hard muscle under the skin and watch as it flexed and moved.

  He was just as strong and built as I had expected. His whole body spoke of years of hard work in the gym, of the strength that was built into his bones by this point.

  As he stepped out of his jeans I slipped from the table and knelt before him. Reaching up I placed my hands on his firm abs and slid them down to hook into the waistband of his boxers. His bulge was right in front of me, and I felt my mouth watering for him. Wanting to taste him, to see what he felt like inside of me.

  I pulled his boxers down and his thick cock bounced free. Half hard at this point it was thick and long, jutting out from his hips and quivering in front of me. I slipped his boxers down to his ankles and then slid my nails back up his legs until my nimble fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft.

  His cock jumped when I touched it, twitched as his bulbous head pulsed in front of me. Wide eyed but ready I darted forward and parted my lips to let him slip inside.

  The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, his taste was salty and sweaty and heady and his cock swelled and pulsed with the beat of his heart. My tongue snaked out to slide along his head, slipping up and around it, teasing it as I went.

  I moved my head forward, taking more of him into my mouth as one of my hands slipped up his shaft to meet my lips. I stroked while I bobbed on him, my hand following my mouth and spreading my saliva up and down his shaft.

  My other hand slipped down between his legs. It grasped at his balls, fondling them and rolling them in its fingers. His balls were heavy and big, hanging in his sack alight with just the lightest dusting of hair. I raked my fingertips across his sack, letting my nails trace lines that made him gasp and twitch.

  Turning my eyes upward I stared at him while I felt his thick cock pulse in my mouth. He had a look of heady arousal that lidded his eyes and made his whole body twitch every now and then.

  Liam was moaning and grunting with satisfaction at my movements. He was enjoying himself and I could see it in the way his cock grew and pulsed in my mouth.

  I let my hand slip away from his balls and pushed it against his thigh, pushing him backwards and into a chair. He fell heavy and my mouth followed, never letting his hard cock slip from between my lips.

  With this new position I concentrated on his cock, both of my hands pressed against his thighs right at the base of his shaft, holding him steady while I prepared to take as much of him in me as I could.

  I let my jaw go loose, shifting my body so his cock was pointing directly into my mouth. Then I moved.

  I slid down his shaft until I felt his head tickle the back of my throat and then I relaxed and let it slip inside. I kept going until I felt my nose brush against his abs and my lips press against his hip bone. I had done it, I had taken all of him in me.

  And there I held, held him fully inside of me while I heard him moan out loudly, his voice hard and guttural as he grunted his satisfaction.

  Breaking from him I flew off of his cock, letting all of him fall out of my mouth as I gasped for air. My hands flew to him, stroking his slick shaft with both hands while I took in great gulps of air and looked at his through eyes watery with effort.

  His face was a mask of arousal, his features heavy with need.

  I smiled and went back.

  I wasn’t going to deepthroat him this time, not yet at least, but my hands held his shaft still while I instead bobbed on him as quickly as I could. My head was a blur as I bounced on him, my mouth making a chorus of lewd sounds as I rapidly sucked him.

  He moaned loudly and I heard him utter a strained, “Oh fuck.”

  Punctuating it all I finished by once again burying his cock in my throat, though this time only f
or a moment before releasing him.

  Stepping to my feet I continued to stroke him with one hand while I spun around. I was dripping at this point, but if I wasn’t the slickness of his cock would be more than enough lubrication. Pointing his cock with one hand I backed up to him and felt him tickle the edges of my sex.

  His thick head played between my lips and for just a moment I had a flash of everything that had happened today. How I had woken up in this body, had almost played with myself in the bathroom, had almost fucked Zack in the bedroom. How I had had an existential crisis about who I was and what was happening and how little that mattered right now.

  I was a man, of that much I was certain. I was absolutely a man and I was absolutely straight. Except for right now.

  Right now and right here I was entirely a woman and I was going to enjoy every single minute of it.

  So I fell on his cock, feeling him push into me and fill me up. I cried out loud at the sensation, a single piercing wail that was laced and heavy with satisfaction and fulfillment. This was what I had needed, what I had craved, what I had desired.

  This feeling of penetration, of fullness, of being filled with the thick and pulsing cock of a hot and horny man.

  This and what came next.

  I settled on him, his cock pulsing and twitching inside of me. My legs were spread wide and his were tight together. Placing my hands on his lower thighs I braced myself and began to ride.

  Moving up and down on him I took my time and lifted myself slowly before falling back down onto him quickly. Each achingly slow movement upward tickled every last bit of me. I felt every inch of him, slowly moving between my legs and giving me achingly pleasant satisfaction.

  I got into a rhythm, my upward movement speeding as my downward strokes slowed. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, and as I moved up and down I squeezed something deep in my belly and tightened the grip of my sex around his hard cock.

  Letting my body relax into the movement I leaned back, my back pressing into his hard chest as my hips continued their insistent movement. His hands reached around me, embracing and enfolding me in his strong grip as one hand snaked down between my legs and the other up to cup and fondle my breast.

  One hand pinched my nipple while the other began slow circular movements over my clit. He thrummed the heat of our bodies into me, his hands moving in time to the beat of my hips as our bodies merged and moved as one.

  We became one there and then, our breath and the beat of our hearts falling into sync as we relaxed into the moment. We enjoyed each other, both of us embracing this moment and the feel of us together.

  It was perfect.

  But it wasn’t enough.

  Though we both we slowly building to something there was an urgency present in both our bodies, a desperate need that craved and cried out for fulfilment.

  I could sense it in the touch of his fingers on me, just a bit too twitchy, too firm. I could feel it in the edges of my body, quivering with impatience as my toes curled and fingers gripped the seat of his chair.

  We wanted more, we needed it. What we were experiencing right now had a subtlety to it that was unnecessary. We wanted brutish force, animalistic fucking. We wanted to let loose.

  So when his hands gripped my hips with an iron grasp I sighed with relief. When he lifted me and draped me on my stomach over the table I mewled with need. When he grabbed my ass and positioned me just at the edge my breath caught with anticipation.

  My breasts were pressed against the tabletop, my hips right at the very edge and my feet dangling as my toes scraped at the floor. My ass was tilted up to him, the lips of my sex exposed and presented for him as he stepped up to me. I was helpless in this position, entirely subject to his whims and loving every minute of it.

  He gripped my hip with a single hand, holding me still, while his other hand pressed into my back and pushed me down onto the tabletop. My arms lay ineffectual at my sides and I let out a loud moan as I felt him pop the head of his cock into my pussy, a moan that turned into a sharp cry of surprise as he buried himself to his root in me with a single thrust.

  He was forceful and rough, pushing me down and holding me in place while he thrust into me time and again and again. His hips were a blur of speed as he fucked me with ruthless passion, grunts and grumbles and moans of masculine heat forced out through his clenched jaw while he took me time and again and again.

  The tops of my thighs banged against the edge of the table with each thrust forward, my thighs burning with the pain of it but my head somewhere else. I didn’t care a whit about the pain, my whole being was focused on the pleasure instead.

  “Yes,” I cried out, “Fuck me harder.”

  I squeezed my thighs tight, increasing the pressure on his shaft as he fed me his big cock time and again. I was in ecstasy, moans and cries escaping my mouth punctuated only occasionally by nonsensical words and orders.

  “Fuck,” hands scrabbling for purchase.

  “Yes,” hissed with eyes closed and head thrown back

  “So big,” said with a furrowed brow and a look thrown over my shoulder

  “More,” moaned out loud and long, drawn out over a dozen and a half rapid thrusts.

  I wanted it, I wanted what I was getting and I wanted so much more. I wanted him to never stop, to fuck me just like this, just this hard and fast. To take me how he wanted me until he spilled his seed all over my hot skin and branded me as his.

  In this moment I was his. I was a woman and I was his woman.

  I felt him tensing inside of me, as his hand slipped from my back and down until both of them were grabbing my hips. He tugged me back and took my legs in one arm, spinning be around quickly but firmly so I was no lying on my back looking back up at him.

  Then he thrust forward once more, pushing my ass back onto the tabletop and holding my waist as he continued to fuck me.

  My eyes locked onto his face, watching him watch me with open and rapt desire. His gaze ran up and down my frame, from the place where his cock was burying itself between my legs to my full breasts bouncing and jiggling with each of his forceful thrusts. I saw him bite his lip, enjoying the view.

  My legs wrapped around him as his hands slipped up my body and grasped my breasts. He bent over in half, still thrusting with even and forceful movements as he cupped my breasts and brought my nipples to his mouth.

  He bit me, lightly nibbling as he lips closed around my breasts. I moaned with desire and the sensation of being pleased, being pleasured, being worshipped.

  Then he released my breasts and stood back up again and this time his hands grasped my ass, angling me so that each time he thrust in or pulled out he hit this one particular spot.

  Right there at the front of me, just inside my dripping slit. A little button that hit all the right levers inside of me.

  My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my body immediately reacted. All of my dials were set to eleven as I gasped with the sensation of him. He bumped and ground his cock inside of me and I bore down hard on him, squeezing his shaft with every bit of strength I had as my body tensed all over and all at once.

  With a cry and a string of nonsense jibberish I exploded as he thrust into me again and again. Then he stopped, unable to move as my legs locked around him and pulled me into him.

  I tensed around him, feeling his hot firmness deep inside of me. I squeezed around his shaft my abdomen tensing as I wave after wave of pure and unadulterated pleasure washed over me.

  He roared and I felt him tense, felt him pull back and slide out of me as I gasped with the loss. Then I felt him explode, his sticky seed burning hot against my creamy skin as he grunted with masculine pleasure and painted my stomach with the evidence of his pleasure. He coated me in great spurts as he spilled his seed all over my belly. I felt it splash on me, slipping up to coat my stomach and the bottoms of my breasts. I moaned and reveled in the sensation of feeling him cover me as I stared at him, at his handsome face contorted with pleasure again an
d again until he finally relaxed, his whole being emptied onto me.

  Biting my lip our eyes locked and he reached a hand out to me, to help me off the table. I took this gesture of gentlemanly indulgence and slipped down.

  Taking me in hand he walked me through the place and into the master bathroom. Wordlessly he turned on the shower and guided me inside.

  I stepped in and he released my hand, turning to leave me.

  But I snaked out my fingers and caught his wrist, pulling him in with me and under the running water.

  In the warmth of the shower our bodies pressed against each other. We stared at each other as my hand snaked out to pull him to me, our lips and bodies connecting once more under the running water.

  Gender Swapped by my Girlfriend: Becoming a Woman for Her

  I consider myself to be the luckiest man in the world.

  Odd thing to say I know, but hear me out.

  Now I’m not going to lie and build myself up unfairly. I wasn’t some sort of stunning specimen and things didn’t come easily to me. I wasn’t the most handsome man, or the smartest, the strongest, or funniest. Life hadn’t always been easy for me and in my time on this earth I’d had my fair share of heartaches and troubles.

  But I’d learned one lesson, learned it recently. A lifetime of strife can be wiped away in the arms of right woman.

  And I’d found the right woman. The perfect woman.

  Emily and I had met through some mutual friends. It wasn’t a setup, let me make that clear. We hadn’t been trapped in a double date or conveniently been the only two single people at a couples dinner party or any one of the dozen and a half ways that couples try to play matchmaker with their single friends.

  No we hadn’t been an arranged relationship, because honestly never in a million years would anyone expect the two of us to get together.

  I am not too tall, not too in shape, roughly average guy with dark hair and a terrible sense of style. If someone asked you to describe me your response would probably be to say something along the lines of, “Rick who?” because you probably couldn’t pick me out of a crowd.