ROMANCE: Mars And Venus (Second Chance Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories) (Contemporary Romance, Out of Body Experience)

by Piquette Fontaine

  But... Well... She supposed it was about the polar opposite of the old relationship cliché. She'd always heard about that thing where couples become bored with sex because all they ever do is missionary- missionary, missionary, missionary... But with Mark, she couldn't even remember the last time the two of them had done it in the missionary position.

  How many times could you have sex with the same person with absolutely no eye contact whatsoever before it started to become a somewhat lonely ordeal?

  Any time they made love, Mark inevitably ended up bending her over something, or made her wear a blindfold, or had her straddle him reverse cowgirl style so that he could watch her bouncing ass as she rocked and writhed on top of his cock...

  She really, truly didn't mind doing it this way. But she got tired of him being horny and grabby at all hours of the day, and then when she conceded to relations he treated her like a receptacle, something to wrap himself around and thrust against and ejaculate into, without a living, breathing woman inside the tight, curvaceous flesh.

  Not to mention all the other women she always caught him gawking at...

  Wasn't she fucking enough for the bastard?

  She always caught him, leering like a creepy old pervert at younger women's asses, their tits, undressing them with his eyes- and then doing worse things to them with his eyes, as she could always tell by the boners he got walking around with her. And what's worse, she felt certain that his reason for not wanting to see her face while he fucked her was so that he could imagine she was other women, a concept reinforced by his desire to have her dress up in kinky role play outfits, nurse's and maids and the like, seeking out relations with an entity other than Vera herself...

  There were so many things she loved about Mark, but she got so damn frustrated with him sometimes that she didn't think she could handle another day of it. She felt a little bit like crying, but she knew that if she did she would have to lie about the reason to Mark, and she didn't want to do that.

  She couldn't really tell him the truth, now could she?

  She squinted her eyes hard, and tried her absolute damnedest to let sleep come to her...

  Next to her, Mark was having his fair share of troubling thoughts as well.

  Mark thought of tits.

  Lots and lots of tits.

  So many tits it could make your head spin.

  That's mostly what Mark thought about, in fact. He couldn't help it.

  He just really, really loved tits.

  And that, of course, was a problem.

  Currently, he had joint ownership of a single pair of tits, and they were perfectly lovely tits. Juicy and firm and round, with pleasant little brown nubs for nipples, perfect for biting and suckling on and motorboating... And what's more, the tits were attached to one hell of an amazing woman, a woman who he felt completed him in some small way, or at least to the extent that one person could genuinely complete another person.

  But there were still a hell of a lot of tits out there-

  And Mark's penis knew this...

  His mind kept telling him and telling him and telling him that Vera was the perfect woman for him, that he should be happy and overjoyed as fuck to have her in his life. But his penis just had to ask the question-

  Are these really the only tits we want out of life?

  The term devil's advocate could not possibly be applied to anything more aptly than the human penis, whose taste for sin and betrayal and depravity knows no bounds.

  Mark's penis yanked him around like a divining rod, forcing him to consider possibilities he knows he damn well shouldn't have been, staring at titties and asses as though they hypnotized him, making him want more, more, more, more than what he knew he was entitled to-

  And what's worse, his penis actually tricked him into considering the possibilities seriously. He thought how easy it would be, sneaking around, betraying Vera, without her ever really knowing about it. Getting lost, drowning in a sea of sexy female bodies, women of all stripe and shade piled on top of him, pleasuring him in a big fleshy heap, perhaps the one body ample enough to satiate his lust...

  But he knew it was foolish of him. He knew it, he knew it, he knew it, he knew it.

  He knew he would hate himself forever if he ever did anything to hurt Vera, the woman he loved, and he knew his life would be over if he ever left her. So he just lay there, suppressing his thoughts, squinting his eyes shut in desperate prayer that sleep may come, his erection from the cascading mental imagery of so many titties poking up through the sheets, announcing his true consciousness, and he prayed, too, that Vera was as asleep as she seemed to be, and not just pretending as he was.

  And they lay there, each consumed in their own thoughts, slowly, very slowly, drifting off into sleep, each inwardly certain that it would take an alignment of Venus and Mars to get men and women to see things from one another's perspective-

  And then, it happened.

  Venus and Mars did align just as soon as the two of them nodded off to sleep, and the eclipse's rays came barreling into their bedroom window, penetrating through the glass and zapping their naked, sleeping bodies-

  And something amazing happened.

  Souls floated in and out of bodies, warping and dissolving and shimmying in and out of existence, and by the time they'd touched back down into their fleshy human vessels, things had become very, very complicated...

  Two

  Mark awoke with a start, to the feeling of a hot, moist cock being ground up and down between the warm cheeks of his ass.

  “Hey! What the hell?!”

  He flipped around wildly, snarling like an animal as he tried to locate the gay perverted intruder who'd tried to initiate butt sex with him while he was still conked out asleep.

  And then he turned, and peered into his own eyes, staring lustfully down at him...

  “Aw, come on, babe,” said his own low, seductive voice. “Don't let this morning wood go to waste. Let me bring it inside your log cabin for a while- I'll even use the back door...”

  Mark swallowed hard. He felt the face of the man, supposedly himself, staring back at him, and felt the scratchy stubbly texture of his own five o'clock shadow. The second self smiled.

  And suddenly, Mark was aware of a long, flowing cascade of hair draping down over his shoulders, and he felt his heart practically stop. He reached slowly up to his chest to confirm this fact, but his hands were stopped before he could reach it- obstructing his heart was a large, luscious breast, smooth and round and warm and firm, and he pressed his hand into it, clutching it, not so much to arouse himself, but not believing the fact of its existence on his body.

  “V- V- Vera?” he said, uncertainly, trying to establish in his mind the only thing that made even a modicum of sense.

  The second self grinned. “Who the hell were you expecting, the milk man? Now get in here, I need to get in my morning dose of dairy...” Vera leaned in, moving to suckle on her own tit, and Mike slapped her away.

  “Stop it you, bastard! Don't you realize what's happened? You and I must have... Must have...Switched bodies somehow!”

  The male Vera, formerly Mark, paused, and thought about this.

  “Well...Son of a bitch!” she said, comprehension dawning on her face as she reached down beneath the sheets, and stroked the long, erect shaft of her cock. “Hot damn, you're right! I hadn't even thought about it. Well, this is pretty damn wonderful, now isn't it? Now we'll each get to experience what it's like to fuck ourselves!”

  “Get off me, you pig!” shouted Mark, surprising himself somewhat- normally he'd jump at the chance to feel his own veiny cock shoved up his pussy- not to mention, he'd be fascinated with the concept of having a pussy to begin with. What the hell was wrong with him? “Look, we need to figure this out... I'm serious, I can't think clearly!”

  “Wellll, maybe you'd think a little more clearly with a bit of mid-morning whoopie, first,” said Vera, a little dab of pre-cum seeping out the tip of her cock. She surprised he
rself as well- normally she'd been the rational one, and she should be the one who was panicking right now, not the one rearing to stick her cock in something, anything, ASAP. But then again, she'd never really had a cock up to this point, had she? And besides that-

  Titties...

  She leered over at her former fun bags, salivating, and reached over to grab them.

  “No! God dammit, Vera!” shouted female Mark, swatting her away, and pulling up the sheets over his exposed breasts. “Is that all you ever think about you pervert? If you're not going to help me get to the bottom of this...”

  “Oh, I'll get to the bottom of this...” said Vera, reaching over to Mark, and goosing his plump round ass beneath the sheets.

  “Fuck! Cut it out! Get the hell out of here, I just want to be alone and think!”

  Vera rolled her eyes. “Sure thing, your bitchiness,” and she got out of bed, flexing and stretching her spine so that her cock jangled from left to right as she swerved, and Mark stared at it for a moment, beginning to grow wet between the legs. On second thought, he did sort of want the d, but he knew if he relented now it would set a bad precedent.

  Vera grabbed a handful of Mark's crumpled man clothes from the dresser and walked naked down the stairs with them, and stepped into the shower, where just the night before she'd had her cunt pummeled with the exact same cock she now had soldered onto her waist.

  It was interesting being a man. She'd never really thought about it up to this point, but having a cock made her feel surprisingly powerful.

  She let the hot water cascade down along her muscular male body, experiencing for the first time what it was like to be a man. She flexed the muscles in her arms as though lifting some imaginary weight, and felt endlessly satisfied with the pumping up of veins as she curled the forearm up and down. Then she placed the palms of her hands on her flat, boobless chest, rippling with muscles and ridged as she slid down past the six-pack abdominals.

  Before long she was at the treasure trove, considering the main attraction for the first time in earnest. Long, hard, veiny, and sticky, and burning- like she had to piss, because technically she did after waking up after a full night's sleep with a full bladder. But there was of course plenty of sexual desire involved, and she savored the sensation of her fingers wrapping around the meaty thing, pulling up along the slick, wet shaft, hot and glorious as the purple head receded into the folds of the skin, and then slowly pulling it back down to the base of her pelvis, holding it there so that the cock was at its longest and fullest, burning with sensation, and after some time a little dribble of pre-cum came jizzing out.

  She was curious, and dipped her thumb in it, and tasted it. There wasn't really much to taste, but she loved it. She'd tasted plenty of Mark's cum in the past, but there was something bizarrely erotic about it being her own manly fluids she was tasting. She squeezed out another little dab, and placed a finger against her tip, and stretched out a long, milky thread, studying the substance- did men secretly walk around with this sticky jizz all over themselves all day?

  She put her fingers up to the spray of the water and let the cum wash off of it, then placed her fingers down against her testicles, feeling them up very, very curiously. She jostled the balls around inside her nutsack, and it was like the most goddamn weird thing she could have imagined. It was like the little fuckers weren't even really attached to her body, they were just floating around in their little fleshy sack- and wait until the day progressed and she discovered them receding up into her body, shriveling like a prune for no apparent reason.

  But, at this point in time, she thought,fuck it,I've tortured myself long enough, and she started pumping away at her body.

  Mark could hear her from the bedroom, the loud, crass, and brutish slapping of her fist against her pelvis,KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP,and he rolled his eyes, stuffing the pillow over his head to try and drown out the sound.

  Could she havebeenany more obvious about what she was doing??

  For the first time in her life, Vera had her first male orgasm. The intense buildup, burning, burning, burning, welling over, the most perfect, molten sensation in the world, up, up, up, up, up, up-

  And, WHAM!

  She held the skin pulled all the way back, so far she thought she was going to rip it off somehow, and the semen came shooting out the tip, feeling unbelievable.

  “Oh, oh, oh, oh God!”

  Seven or eight long, sticky blasts, shortening as they progressed, shooting rather willy nilly all over the place (pun most definitely intended) with none of the control she imagined a cock to have all those times she'd scolded Mark for getting pee all over the toilet seat. It splattered against the wall, against the shower curtain, and for all the anticipation that had come before it, it lasted about ten seconds.

  “The fuck?” said Vera, staring at the milky little globs still seeping sadly out her tip, “That was it?” She was used to having much, much better orgasms than this, and now that it was over, she could feel herself going rapidly limp, the prospect of getting excited again seeming distant and uninteresting.

  “Oh well,” she said naively, “At least I got sex out of the way for the day... That wasn't so hard, Mark, now was it? There's no excuse for your grabbiness if getting past your sexual desire isthat easy for a guy...”

  But then she finished showering. She dressed, combed her hair in about one one-hundredth of the time it normally took her, and almost instantly things got a lot, lot harder...

  It was like walking out and stepping instantly into a world of sexual stimulus, constant, widespread, and everywhere. Everything around her was suddenly a target for sexual intercourse-literally everything.

  A female jogger ran by in leggings and a sports bra, and she found her mind going blank, gazing in awe at the bouncing brunette ponytail, the tan, glazed skin, its perfect contours, smooth edges, the little black fleck of a belly button inhaling, exhaling with her breath, her body slick with sweat,just like in sex!,her tits jiggling in that skimpy little sports bra, a vast amount of cleavage peeking out at her, the breasts colliding together, smashing into one another tenderly, plummeting back down, bouncing, her cheeks puffing in and blowing out with her hot, intense breath,just like in oral sex!,and those luscious thighs scraping past one another, oh God, think of the friction, and that little triangle of fabric at her crotch...

  The woman gave Vera a dirty look as she passed, and it suddenly occurred to Vera that she was a man now, not a woman, and that staring at a woman as she passed by jogging was nowhere the innocent encounter it had been when she was a woman- it was now inherently predatory...

  She swallowed hard as the jogger passed her, that juicy, luscious ass jiggling in her wake. There was some sort of text inscribed across the seat of them, and she tried to be pretending to try and read them, but of course watching the ass cheeks rotate was her true goal...

  God, what a fine piece of pussy, she found herself thinking, and suddenly she was shocked. What the hell was she saying? How the hell had she come to objectifying her own kind so blatantly?

  She blinked, hard, trying to remember where the hell it was she was supposed to have been going.

  She realized she'd not had any destination in mind whatsoever, and she decided to make a trip to the store to buy some- uh- beer, she guessed.

  Christ! She didn't even know what to buy for groceries as a man...

  She kept walking, trying to focus on the task at hand, but those glazed titties, that plump, thrusting ass kept popping up in her mind, thrusting and pumping and jiggling and wiggling and...Fuck! She was in a stable, committed relationship, wasn't she? With Mark- who was currently possessing her own body somehow... And she was... Committed sexually to her own body? Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

  She turned a corner and came across a billboard advertising milk- featuring a supermodel in a bikini sporting a milk mustache...

  Suddenly, in her mind, it wasn't the milk that had given her the mustache...

  The mod
el was on her knees, wrapping her hot, luscious lips around Vera's cock, and Vera had hold of her by the back of the head, slamming the little slut into her body,WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM,deep-throating her, letting the juices from her mouth and throat flow like wild-

  No! Christ! Stop it, stop it, stop it!

  Everywhere she looked she suddenly saw sex- holes in the ground, two birds mating in a bush- hell, bushes themselves were suddenly making her think of pubic hair...

  Her head was spinning by the time she at last made it to the grocery store, and the instant she walked inside she was assaulted with a rack of pornographic magazines, with sexy stickers covering up naughty bits; or else her gaze fell to women's magazines whose every issue promised the best orgasm ever, and she had to resist not to tear these all open, claw into them, staring, gaping at the images like a madman-

  No! Focus, focus, focus, focus!

  She at last procured the beer she'd come here to buy, and hurried up to the cash register to pay for it, fumbling for the wallet that was suddenly in her front pocket instead of in her purse, and her hand brushed against her cock as she pulled it out, making it tingle, and she opened the wallet to discover a condom Mark kept in there for emergency situations, and oh God, oh God,sex, sex, sex...

  The cashier was an older woman- a cougar, she instantly assumed, and instantly the woman's clothes were off in her mind, and the two of them were naked, and Vera was laid down across the surface of the cash register, and the woman was straddling her waist with Vera's cock up her pussy, and her body was writhing on top of her, grinding, the lips of her pussy stretching around and around and around, and she was bouncing, and her tits were jiggling, and her cock was pressing up against the inside of her tight, tight jeans as she thought about it, burning, the semen dribbling out, and-

  No! No, no, no, no! How the hell did Mark live like this all the time?!