by R L Singer
Eager for more, I pulled his head closer to me. “Oh, yes… more…” I moaned.
Rob kept playing with my breasts, but one of his hands traveled down and found the waist of my skirt, pulling them down my legs before he covered my pussy with his big hand.
A bit roughly, he pushed a finger inside me, making me gasp in surprise as jolts of pleasure rushed through my body. “Yes… don’t stop…” I begged. My hands ran down his strong back until I reached his waist and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his impressive cock.
Thick and big, it looked so delicious that my mouth watered. Eager to get more of it, I changed places with him again and went down on him.
“Wait…” he protested. But I didn’t give him time to speak. I took that big piece of meat into my mouth and sucked it hard, swirling my tongue all around it and loving its salty taste.
Incredibly, he didn’t last a minute, before he was coming hard in my mouth. His whole body shaking and trembling under the powerful waves of the orgasm that crashed over him. A bit surprised, but probably not as much as I should've been, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash myself.
He followed me only a few seconds later. “I’m sorry. I tried to warn you…”
I forced a smile and looked at him through the mirror.
“It’s okay. It happens.” He stood closer to me and I was able to feel his cock was hard again, poking my buttocks.
Shyly, he slid his arms around my waist a pressed his massive cock to me. “Can you give me another chance?” he whispered in my ear, scattering gentle kisses down my neck and over my shoulder.
“Sure… why not?” I accepted, though I knew he probably didn’t have much semen left. I didn’t want to make him feel he had ruined things.
He ran his hands down my back and pressed me a bit forward, while his feet spread my legs. Before I could understand what he was doing, he was thrusting his hard cock up my brand new vagina.
God… that felt so good. The way his cock stretched my walls, making way for itself, couldn’t be compared with anything in the world. But then he started pounding me fast, going deeper and harder with each thrust and I simply exploded into my first orgasm as a woman, being washed away into a totally different universe where pleasure and bliss ruled.
Once again, he didn’t last very long but was still able to flood me with his seed. But like the sorcerer said, I knew I wasn’t pregnant. With a deep sigh, I hid my urgency and turned around to kiss him. It wasn’t his fault after all.
We showered together and half an hour later, Marian was picking me up in front of the hotel. Incredibly, it was past five in the afternoon.
“I’m guessing by the look on your face you didn’t get lucky,” she said, looking at my deep frown.
“College guys cum too fast.”
“Oh… ohhh… I see.” We drove in silence for a few more minutes. “What are you going to do now?”
“What the hell do I know?” I ranted, completely out of ideas. I needed a man willing to share his seed with me. And that was harder than finding a damn red diamond. “Why aren’t you a man?”
“So funny,” she retorted with a scornful tone.
“You could lend me your husband,” I suggested, just poking her.
“In your dreams, sweetie. You’re too beautiful.”
“That won’t help me.”
“I would suggest you look around a sperm bank, but they aren’t open on Saturdays.”
“What can I do, Marian? I don’t want to be a woman for the rest of my life. I like being a man,” I confessed, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
“Why don’t you look at a couple of clubs? Meanwhile, I will try to find you a man that might accept if you pay him.”
“I guess I’ll have to do that. But I need to get changed first.”
We went back to my place and I put on the little excuse for a dress Marian had made me buy and soon I was at my favorite club. I walked around, danced a few times and received a couple of suggestions, but the moment I told them I wanted to get pregnant, they simply disappeared into the crowd.
Disheartened, I went to another club after checking on Marian’s progress. She still hadn’t found anyone available. I repeated the same routine at this new club and the answers I was getting were no different than the ones I had received from the other club. I was about to leave the club when a man stopped in front of me. I tried to walk around him but he didn’t allow me to.
A bit pissed, I was about to push him away from me when I looked up at him. It was Igor Kovrov, head of the local Russian mafia. What the hell was he doing there?
“Come with me,” he said and, though that was the last thing I wanted to do, I also knew it wasn’t a good idea to piss off a man that powerful. Mid-forties, tall, strong, dark hair and blue eyes – the man was as attractive as he was dangerous.
He took me to a private room, with a couch and a small table at the back of the club, closing the door after we entered.
“It reached my ears you’re looking for a man to get you pregnant,” he said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“I might, yes. Is there a problem with that?” I asked, trying to keep Gideon on a short leash. I couldn’t piss this man off.
“No, not at all. In fact, I want to… volunteer,” he said.
To say I was astonished was not enough. Kovrov wanted to get me pregnant? Why? I shook my head to clear my mind. Did it matter? I had the man I had been looking the damn whole day in front of me.
“Are you saying no?” he asked with a frown.
“What? No, no, of course not. I was just clearing my head.” I took a deep breath. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes, I am. Are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Good.”
He stretched his arms and pulled me into them and kissed me as if there was no tomorrow. His hands cradled my face and tilted my head to give him better access to me, as his tongue explored every inch of my mouth, igniting a fire I hadn't every felt before. I hadn’t been this aroused in a long, long time.
One of his hands slid into my hair and pulled it, exposing my neck to his fiery lips, as he blazed a trail of the hottest kisses I had ever experienced. His other hand pulled my top down, freeing my breasts and capturing my nipples between his fingers, pinching and twisting them.
He released my hair, just to cup my breasts for a few moments before he got rid of the bra Marian had insisted I wear. His powerful hands replaced my bra and soon his mouth was playing with them as well, driving me insane with the pleasure he was conjuring inside me. Eager for more, he carried me to the couch and made me lay down, as he pulled my skirt up and trashed my thong.
He joined me after getting rid of his clothes and if Rob was big, this man was monumental. He kissed me once more while his fingers looked for my clit and found it, making sure to rub and stimulate it until I was moaning and squirming under his touch.
Pleased, he nested between my legs and soon his cock was thrusting deep inside me. The pleasure I had experienced with Rob was like a kid’s game in face of the tsunami Igor conjured for me. Wave after wave, my body shuddered wildly as pleasure rushed through my whole body. Only then did he let out a guttural groan and came buried inside me, flooding me with his seed.
As soon as the waves subsided, I knew I was pregnant and a wave of relief filled me. Igor got up and after cleaning himself with some wipes he found in the room, he cleaned me as well.
“Get dressed. We’ll continue this on a hotel bed.”
“Oh… but…”
“Is there a problem?”
“No… no problem.” I guess I could stay with him for a little while.
He took me to the hotel and dedicated the rest of the night to showing me a new meaning of pleasure. And when he finally fell asleep and I was finally able to leave him, I was completely exhausted. I fell in bed like a stone and before I knew I was at the beach facing the sorcerer.
“You managed to find a man, after all. Did you learn
your lesson?” she asked with a scornful smile.
“Yes. I will never speak again about things I know nothing about,” I humbly said.
“I should let you stay as a woman. I’m sure that gorgeous mobster would be a good father for your child.”
I was about to rant, but I knew it would be fruitless so I stayed silent.
“Fine… whatever.” She snapped her fingers and instantly I was my old self. “Enjoy your life, Gideon.
But remember – I’m always looking over your shoulder.”
She disappeared and this time I was taken back to my room.
Relieved, I picked up my phone and texted Marian: “All back to normal.”
“Ah, what a pity – I was starting to like Gina,” she typed back. “I want to hear all the details. I deserve to hear all the details.”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow at work. Right now, I’m getting in bed. I’m beat.”
She sent a few emoticons laughing out loud and ended the conversation.
“What a crazy experience,” I thought to myself. “What a crazy, crazy experience.”
Inside You
Allison
One more Saturday night spent in the library. My social life was really fantastic. I haven’t had a date in months. I guess being at the top of your class when studying Aeronautical engineering doesn’t help you to be a popular girl. And being a woman in such a career didn’t help me either.
So, in the past year, I’ve dedicated my free time to studying even more. Though, sometimes I just went to the library and wandered through the halls of science fiction and ancient mythology. Those were genres I loved to read and there was always peace and quietness in those rooms. Few people bothered reading these days, and I usually had the place to myself.
Tucking an auburn lock behind my ear, I kept scrolling the books in the last aisle of the room. The theme here seemed to be soul swap: exchanging bodies with someone else. That sounded so interesting I kept going there to read all I could on the subject. Not that I thought it possible: after all, I’m a scientist, but it allured me like few things did.
That night, I was looking for a book I had read about in another book. I wasn’t even sure it existed or if the book was there at that particular library, but I just needed a little adventure hint to make my night a bit more exciting.
So, there I was walking down the hallway, looking for the book. All of a sudden, a book with a shining red cover trapped my attention and I was about to pick it up from the shelf when a man came up to me.
Gideon Swan.
What the hell was the captain of the football team doing on the library, a Saturday night?
He stopped in front of me, looking better than ever, with his dark hair, deep blue eyes, full lips and a muscled body built for sin, stuffed in black jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Well, well, well… if it isn’t Miss Prude herself.”
He mocked me, like he always did, ever since he saw me for the first time, while I was drooling over him, at the aeronautical faculty main hall.
“Gideon… I have to say you are the last person I ever thought I'd see in a library,” I replied, ironically.
This small war had been going on between us for over a year now. We didn’t meet much, but when we did, he always made sure to approach me and mock me somehow. I had no idea he did that, but I always answered back as well as I could.
“Oh, I have my moments, Miss Prude. But, I’m here tonight because I saw you heading this way and I got curious. What could a nerd like you want from a place like this?”
He looked up to the book I had been about to pick and he stretched his hand to pick it himself. But, I beat him to it and grabbed the book. Unfortunately, he was able to read the book title: “Soul Swap”. Had he followed me there? Why? Just to mock me? That didn’t make much sense.
“Really, Miss Prude? Soul swap?” he mocked me, chuckling.
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” I asked, rudely, squeezing the book against my big, round breasts.
“No… not a problem, exactly… I just never thought you could possibly be into it,” he said, leaning his shoulder against the shelf, locking his eyes with mine.
“I’m not into it,” I grumbled. “I just like to read books about it, it’s fun. Now, if you’ll excuse me… I have to go.”
“Running away?”
His question stopped me halfway as I was turning around.
“Running… why would I need to run away from you?”
My tone showed a scorn I didn’t feel. After all, I had a crush on him ever since the day I saw him from afar and despite my self-scolding, I haven’t been able to shake it off. He took a step closer to me.
“I don’t know… maybe because you can also feel the flow of energy between us,” he said with a wicked grin.
His words froze me. Did he feel it too? How was that even possible?
Gideon
I stared at the shock in her eyes and I almost laughed, if it wasn’t for the fact she had been driving me crazy for the past year. I did all I could to avoid her, sure she wouldn’t give me the time if I asked her.
Though that night, when I saw her go up the stairs to the science fiction room I wasn’t able to resist the temptation and I followed her.
“What are you talking about?” she asked me, but I could tell she knew exactly what I meant.
She was flushed, her nipples were so hard I had no trouble seeing them through her top and she was breathing hard. So, she was into me. The revelation got me hard as hell and I took a step closer to her.
“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Another step closer and I had her against the books’ shelves.
“I really don’t…” she started to say, but I didn’t let her finish.
Resting a hand next to her face and cupping her cheek with the other, I leaned over and claimed her lustful lips in a passionate kiss, sliding my tongue inside her mouth after a few moments, eager to feel her completely.
She gasped, surprised and tried to move her head away, but I was so close to her, she wasn’t able to move an inch. I deepened the kiss, being thorough in my sensuous exploration, only abandoning it when we were both breathless and panting hard for air.
“You don’t need the fun you find in these books,” I told her, with a wicked grin.
“You have no idea about my needs,” she grumbled.
“Why waste your time with fiction when reality can be a million times funnier?” I insisted.
“It’s none of your business. I like reading about swaps.”
“Pure fiction,” I mocked her, rubbing my thumb up and down her cheek.
“Maybe, but it would be a hell of a way to teach you a lesson,” she spurted out, squeezing the book tighter to her chest.
“Oh, and what lesson would that be?” I inquired, raising an eyebrow and watching her dry swallow.
“To respect women…” she replied but I could tell there wasn’t conviction in her words.
“Who says I don’t respect women?” I teased her.
“Do you?” she asked, with a slight frown.
“Of course, I do. That doesn’t mean I don’t desire them, but I only take what I’m offered,” I assured her, leaning once more to kiss her again.
The fire between us was sizzling. My cock was so hard, it pressed against my pants furiously, trying to escape its imprisonment. I was sure she felt the same way, by the way, her hard nipples pushed against her green top and the way she breathed.
“I’m not offering you anything,” she protested but, once more, her words lacked conviction.
“You guys, always think you know it all.”
“I’m starting to think you are the one who would love to swap into a man’s body and see how it feels,” I teased her once more.
“Why not? It would be liberating?” she asked, raising her chin.
“Are you sure? Men have their own problems,” I assured her.
“Not as much as women,” she
insisted, scowling.
“Would you like to be me for a couple of days? Do you think you could manage that?”
There was mock in my tone, I knew it, but I couldn’t help it.
“Of course I could, but I truly doubt you would be able to be me,” she spurted and slid away from me a few inches.
I chuckled and grabbed the book, pulling it away from her chest. But the moment I touched the book I was sent back by some powerful wave of energy ending up on my but a few yards from where I was standing.
