by Alyson Belle
Still massaging her naked breasts, she slid her free hand down to tease her clit and dart in and out of her moistened folds. Her eyes popped open and she smiled at me with a perfect “fuck-me” smile. “You like that, huh?”
Was it that obvious? I liked that. I liked that a lot. I couldn’t watch her without getting excited myself, and my hand strayed down to grasp my rock-hard… Oh shit.
I didn’t have a rock-hard anything. Instead, I was soaking wet. It was the weirdest feeling, but also really good. Everything was tight and buzzing with pleasurable sensations down in my crotch and it had felt so natural I hadn’t even realized my dick was missing. Now that I was paying attention, it all felt so good that I involuntarily wiggled in place, shaking my ass and tits and getting another jolt of pleasure as my moistened pussy lips slid against each other from side to side.
“Holy fuck that feels good,” I moaned. I bounced up and down again, feeling the comforting weight of my firm tits bobble on my chest.
“No kidding,” the brunette agreed. Her head rolled back again, spilling her gorgeous locks across the fluffy white pillows, as she pushed two fingers deeper into her pussy and moaned with pleasure.
I wasn’t about to let her have all the fun! I slid up onto the bed, shuffling forward on my knees, and quickly unclasped my own bra with shaking fingers. It was harder than I expected and weird to do it from this angle; I guessed I’d have to eventually learn if I was going to be stuck like this for a while. But I managed to get it off and then sighed with relief as my giant breasts bounced free.
The brunette opened her eyes again. “Your nips are already hard, babe.”
She was right. This body might be new to me, but I was as turned on as I’d ever been. I wanted sex so bad that there was literally nowhere in the world I would rather be at the moment. I was dying to get up in her business, dying to feel her tongue and fingers inside my pussy. It was my turn to slide my lacy purples panties down my hips, the panties I’d put on just minutes before, and it felt like magic to take them off in front of someone who obviously and totally wanted to fuck me so badly.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Where are these thoughts coming from? Is it the magic? Fuck, I’m a dirty girl.
“You are a dirty girl,” the brunette noted, and the blush intensified when I realized I’d said the last part out loud. But I was way past caring. I’d always got through tough situations before by doubling down and committing to them, and I was so into that idea.
“I am,” I agreed. “A dirty, dirty girl. You want me to fuck you?”
“Mm-hmm,” she agreed, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Good, because I want you to fuck me too, babe. Lotta fucking gonna be happening up in here.”
If my dirty talk was corny, she didn’t seem to notice. I reached for her body, desperate to run my hands over her, and then I hesitated. The hundreds of college advertisements they’d plastered all over campus had hammered consent again and again into my brain. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but…
“Are you sure this okay?” I asked. “You really cool with this?”
She half-cried with need and grabbed my hand, pulling it onto her exposed pussy. Good enough for me.
Space Swapped (Gender Swapped Science Fiction Book 1)
Captain James T. Mitchell and his co-captain Lana King made one of the bravest sacrifices in human history when they volunteered to have their brains scanned and bodies frozen by the U.S. Human Preservation Service. In the event that mankind was ever in danger of extinction, they would be unfrozen to carry out their sacred mission: Restarting the human race!
Now, thousands of years in the future, James is awoken from cryo-sleep by a strange alien species to discover that humankind is long dead, and the aliens are encouraging him and Lana to do exactly what they swore to. There’s just one problem: James and Lana have awoken in the wrong bodies! Lana is determined to carry out their mission as planned, but James never expected that he’d be the one to have to get pregnant. It all seemed easier when that was Lana’s job…
Can James adjust to his new life as a woman and carry out the mission he swore to accomplish, or is he going to solve the mystery of how this happened and get back into his old body before Lana manages to knock him up? Find out, in Space Swapped!
An excerpt from Space Swapped (Gender Swapped Science Fiction Book 1):
I felt smooth, warm pressure on my lips, and a muscled arm snaking around my back again. Surprised at the sudden kiss, I reacted however came naturally to me: I kissed him back. Lana seemed to be excited by the encouragement and dipped me back, kissing me more deeply. I felt his tongue push its way between my lips, and my mouth parted, welcoming him. My nipples stiffened at attention as he pulled me closer, crushing my soft, smooth body against his rock-hard chest. His masculine down of chestnut-colored hair tickled my skin pleasantly.
“Ohh,” I moaned. He lowered me gently to the soft, yielding grass beside the pool, continuing to kiss me, occasionally dancing down to shower more kisses on my cheeks and neck but always returning again to my mouth with his sweet tongue. I wanted to object, but then he began to gently stroke my legs and breasts with long sweeps of his hands, and I was enjoying myself way too much to want Lana to stop any of this.
“I know exactly what your body loves,” he whispered seductively. “This is fun for you, isn’t it?”
I whimpered my agreement and spread my legs to touch myself for the second time, my fingers stroking through the gushing wetness of my massive arousal.
“Mmhmm,” Lana said, placing his hand over mine and helping my fingers to work my pussy lips. “You like that, don’t you?”
My eyes fluttered open and traced over the rock-hard abs, the muscular biceps, and the lust-filled eyes of the male figure above me. Lana was enjoying this every bit as much as I was, evidently. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet them as he helped me massage my soft, most intimate folds, the anticipation and hunger for my body obvious on his face. Each soft sweeping motion of my fingers felt amazing, and with each motion Lana’s insistent pressure on my hand pushed them a little deeper, driving me to new heights of pleasure at the strange sensation of penetration. It was wonderful. The tingle I’d felt earlier had grown into a deep, aching need to have him inside of me, and I rocked my head back and gripped the nape of his neck with my free hand, grinding into my own fingers and reveling in the ecstasy.
I groaned and reached for his shorts, clawing at the growing bulge I could see forming there. I knew exactly how badly he must be needing this right now, but I was shocked to discover how badly I needed it too. I wanted nothing so badly as for him to take his cock out and ram it over and over again into my dripping, eager pussy. Fortunately, Lana understood my frantic gestures and quickly stripped down to the nude, kicking the shorts away toward the lagoon. His cock now bounced in the sunlight in front of me, proud and rock-hard, quivering for me. I was so turned on by the idea that he wanted me that I moaned eagerly, sat up, and reached forward to take the familiar member in my mouth.
Now it was Lana’s turn to moan in delight, as my tongue swirled up and down the length of his stiff erection, taking extra care to tease him in the spot right under the tip I knew would drive him wild. I scrambled onto my hands and knees, really getting into it, and glanced up to see that he had a focused, delighted expression, panting softly and twitching with each deft movement my tongue made. I licked him extra slowly, pleased with my own performance despite being a first-timer, and his eyes actually rolled back.
“Enough,” he choked out with a grunt, and pushed me back violently. His dick flopped out of my mouth with a wet pop, still rock-hard, and I bounced back onto the soft grass, landing on my newly padded bum. My cheeks burned. I was more surprised and embarrassed than injured. What did I do wrong? I wondered.
But then before I could ask Lana was on me again. He grasped me firmly by my hips and lifted me off the ground, flipping me over like I was no heavier with a child. I collap
sed forward onto my elbows, ass thrust in the open air, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than I ever had before. A fresh gush of wetness spread slowly down my thighs. I was so turned on, and I rocked my hips gently back, dying for him to fuck me on pure instinct.
I felt something hard and soft and huge glide against my pussy lips: his cock, teasing me, parting me over and over again as he rubbed it into my moistened folds.
“Fuuuuuccck,” I moaned. My nipples were so hard they hurt, brushing against my forearms, and a sweat-slicked lock of blonde hair wandered into my field of vision. All I could think about was him penetrating me, having his way with my body, and filling me up with his sperm.
He started pushing deeper, hands resting on the full womanly curves of my hips, and then paused. I could feel his hesitation.
“Oh god, don’t stop,” I panted. “What’s wrong, Lana?”
“It’s just…” She gave a little thrust, and I could feel the skin stretch in my pussy as she worked a bit deeper. “Unnh. Oh, god that feels good. It’s just… I think your body is a virgin, James. They really regenerated these bodies properly, I guess. You’ve never been fucked before. I can tell.”
Christmas Swap: A Sweet Gender Swap Romance
When Albert Green donates the last $20 he has as a gesture of goodwill to a funny old man beside a mysteriously decorated tree, he’s blessed with the chance to make a single, magical Christmas wish! He closes his eyes and wishes for the one thing he’s wanted more than anything else in his whole life: to be a woman. That night, the three spirits of Christmas appear to him in his dreams and work a holiday miracle on his sleeping form.
When he awakens, he’s shocked to discover that he’s sixteen years old again and trapped in the body of an alternate reality version of himself that has always been female! Not only that, but she’s smoking hot. The spirits have granted him two weeks in his own past to experience what life as a woman would have been like, and Albert—now “Allie”—intends to enjoy every possible moment of it.
Will Allie be able to navigate the new and foreign challenges of her strict Catholic school as a teenage girl, beat the mean queen bee Eva Grey, and get an invite to the Christmas dance from her own best friend (and hot crush) Jacob Heyward? And as she slowly falls in love with her new, feminine body, will she find a way to hang onto it? The spirits hinted that there might be a way to remain as Allie forever, but only if she manages to find something as magical as true love’s kiss before her time runs out…
An excerpt from Christmas Swap:
I flushed and quickly washed my hands, suddenly oblivious to the other girls in my urgency to get to my locker, and raced out of the bathroom and down the hall. As I rounded the corner into my locker bay, I collided with another student and lost my grip on my book bag. He kept his footing, but I went tumbling to the floor. My backpack skidded away from me, and I landed on my padded rear with a painful bounce.
“Owwww,” I said, grimacing.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” someone said. Why does that voice sound familiar? A pair of strong hands slipped under my arms and lifted me up like it was nothing, helping me back onto my feet. I turned around, stammering my own apology, but the words died on my lips. It was Jacob! My Jacob!
“Dude!” I cried. instead “You have no idea how glad I am to see you! It’s been forever.”
Before I even realized what I was doing, I had enveloped him in a huge, friendly hug. It had been two years since I’d seen that handsome, goofy face of his, and I’d missed him terribly. He had been deployed to the Middle East when he joined the army, sent on scouting missions, and even when he was home on leave it had only been for a few days at a time. Seeing him in front of me, in the flesh, sixteen years old again and already looking as much of a man as he had at twenty, was one of the best Christmas gifts I could have asked for.
But then I noticed he wasn’t hugging me back. He was resting his hands gently on my shoulders, a look of shock on his face. Furthermore, I noticed for the first time that my body was having an unexpected reaction to being pressed up against a boy like this. Rather than the friendly, masculine bear hug sensation I was used to feeling with Jacob, now our bodies had come together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. My curves practically melted into him, pushing my pert breasts against his chest, and I felt the hardness of his developing stiffy push against my bare leg through his pants, as well as the smooth curve of his muscles in his back and arms wherever he touched me. I felt a warm, tingling sensation in my crotch, and blushed as I realized that I was wet down there! Holding Jacob like this had turned me on in a big way, apparently I had turned him on too, and the worst part was that I really, really liked that… I didn’t want to let go of him, but I forced myself to disentangle and step back before I could embarrass myself any more.
He looked even redder than I was, and then he said slowly: “Uh, is this some kind of joke? You see me every day, Allie. Your locker is right next to mine. You just don’t usually say more than two words to me…”
I was stunned. Could it be possible? Jacob was my best friend in the world. I loved everything about him. Our lockers had been side by side since the first day of middle school, which was how we had met, and we’d become best friends in high school bonding over all kinds of regular teenage problems. He’d even thought about dating Eva Grey once, back in 7th grade, when she was all knees and elbows and hadn’t yet developed into the bombshell she’d later become, and I’d talked him out of it because I thought he was too cool and too smart to be with her. She was still probably dumb, and I had no idea how hot she was going to get… and mean. He really dodged a bullet there.
But then I realized that as a girl, especially as a pretty girl, we probably wouldn’t have ever struck up a conversation at our lockers. We wouldn’t have bonded over teenage problems, because that bonding had happened over teenage male problems. But Jacob was so handsome! It was a strange thought to have, and it popped into my head out of nowhere, but I knew the truth of it was that I’d always thought that about him… for some reason it was only now, as a girl, that I felt like I could admit that to myself about him.
It was even worse, because in this female body, I felt the most amazing attraction to him. I loved the way his eyes followed my small movements, and I was almost hypnotized by every little detail of his. The attraction was ten times as powerful as anything I’d ever felt for him when I was a man, and I could tell that he was attracted to me too, even if my little stunt with the hug hadn’t proved it by giving him a boner. Right now all I wanted to do was rush back to him and feel him sweep me up in his strong arms again. These teenage hormones were no joke! I’d forgotten how powerful they were, and I’d never experienced them from the female side.
My biology was screaming for me to mate—more specifically, to mate with Jacob…
VR Gender Swap: A 4-Book Virtnet Chronicles Bundle
Mike Wantry has always wondered what it would feel like to be a girl, and thanks to the magic of full-body virtual reality his dreams are finally possible! There's just one problem: All gender and sex programs are blocked on his VR machine.
When he finds himself home alone one day, he decides to "borrow" his step-sister's machine and see what it's like to walk a mile in her shoes. Everything is going well until her girlfriend Amy catches Mike in the act. She decides to have a little fun with him by showing him exactly what being a girl means!
Now Mike is in over his head and the action is getting hotter every second, but can he get out of his female VR body before he starts to like it a little too much? If Amy has her way, he might be stuck like this forever...
That would be terrible... wouldn't it?
An excerpt from VR Gender Swap: A 4-Book Virtnet Chronicles Bundle:
After a moment, Amy opened a full length mirror next to him. He gawked at the girl staring back at him in it. She was still a tanned, pretty brunette with long, flowing hair, but she had soft brown eyes instead of his sister’s sharp greens, she was slighter of bui
ld, and she was two inches shorter than the previous avatar he’d worn. She was standing spread eagle, hair curled and heavy make-up perfectly accentuating her dark features. She was dressed in a lacy black push-up bra and matching thong. The sight of that, along with the feel of the rough lace against his ass and breasts, drew another little spasm out of Mike. While Amy and Kyla’s avatars were grown women in their early twenties, this girl didn’t look a day over eighteen. She looked… well, she looked like she could be Kyla’s avatar’s little sister.
“That’s better,” Amy said, smiling at her handiwork.
“How can you do all this?” he asked, panting.
“Virtnet hacking,” Amy explained. “Pretty advanced stuff. Who do you think taught your step-sister her programming skills, huh? I’ve got all kinds of fun toys for us to play with. Most of what I’m doing is highly illegal.” She arched an eyebrow at him, smiling. “But then, you won’t be telling anyone, will you?”
He gulped and shook his head, brown curls bobbing back and forth.
“I didn’t think so. Want another little taste of what I can do? Check this out… Mikala.”
What had she just called him? Amy tapped at her screen a few more times and Mike’s head spun… it felt like someone was unpacking his brain, jumbling it up in a box, and then shoving the pieces back in with a new arrangement.