by R L Singer
My fingers left my clit and started to stimulate my back entrance and, in no time, I had a finger in. A few more minutes and I had two fingers in and I was making scissoring movements and enjoying it very much. I needed her to see me now.
I washed myself quickly and returned to the room, determined to wake her up and make her watch me.
Turned out, I didn’t have to wake her up – She was over in the bed stroking her hard cock and enjoying herself. With a naughty smile, I cleared my throat.
“Want some company?”
Katherine
I woke up when Matt left the bed and tried to turn around and go back to the erotic dream I was having. But my hard cock needed attention and I decided to have some fun with myself, while I waited for Matt. So, leaning against the pillows, I started to stroke myself, the way I knew Matt liked to do and soon my cock was even harder. The first drop of precum appeared and I immediately licked my lips, eager to get it.
Unable to take my mouth there, I ran my finger over it and licked it eagerly, loving that salty taste. With a muffled moan, I returned to my ministrations when Matt showed up at the doorway.
“Want some company?” he asked,with a naughty smile.
“Oh, yes, I would love some,” I assured him, smiling back.
He crawled into bed and, in the blink of an eye, he was sliding down my hard cock and riding me in a frenzy. I grasped his hips and helped him go up and down.
“Oh, love, this feels so good,” he moaned with rapture written all over his face.
“Now you know how you make me feel,” I said with a blissful smile, feeling my hard cock engorging inside him.
“And you know the pleasure you always give me, baby,” he assured me, through ragged gasps.
“Yes… I know…”
Pleasure erupted in us and we came as wild waves crashed over us, making him collapse over me, drained. I ran my hands up and down his back and, cradling his face, I stole a kiss from his lips. I had just come hard and my cock was eager for more. The arousal in me was so high I wanted more and more.
“You’re ready for a second turn, aren’t you?”
It wasn’t really a question. He knew his body well and he could still feel me inside him, hard and ready once more.
“Oh, yes, baby,” I confirmed.
“I want you to try something new. Will you?” he suggested, carefully, sliding out of me.
“Tell me about it,” I said and smiled, eager for more.
“Take me from behind.”
At first, I didn’t understand what he meant but, when I did, my whole body tensed up.
“Love, you’ll be in control this time, remember? I want it very much. There will be no pain for you and
I assure you there won’t be any pain for me,” he explained, knowing what was going on through my mind.
He was right, of course. I would be the one penetrating and, who knows - that could solve my problem with it. I knew Matt missed that and it was the only thing I hadn’t been able to please him with.
“Are you sure you want this?” I asked him. After all, he had never been on that end.
“Yes, love, I’m sure.”
He leaned over and kissed me, allowing me to feel all the need he had accumulated. I sighed.
“Let’s do it then. You must tell me if it hurts you in any way.”
“I will, but that won’t happen.”
I kissed him back and he got on all fours, ready for me. I ran my hands over his round butt and slid my hands down his slit looking for his clit, determined to heat him up before starting to work on his back entrance. Rubbing and pinching, I had him moaning in no time and, using his own juices, I started to work on his ass, sliding a finger in.
“Go ahead, love… I’m ready for you,” he assured me, and the truth was, I felt him relaxed and open.
I pushed a second finger in and moved them inside of him. He let out a moan of pleasure that surprised me. I never thought it would give him such pleasure and that made my arousal go even higher, to unsuspected levels.
“Take me, baby, please,” he begged me and, this time, I pleased him.
I rested my hard cock in his entrance and slowly I pushed it in, making it go in inch by inch until I was completely in. It felt amazing. It was a lot tighter than his pussy and the feeling was completely different - it had me moaning in no time.
“Ride me, love, please,” he urged and I started to thrust in and out of him.
We were both so aroused we didn’t last very long. Pleasure came rushing down on us like a powerful tide, throwing us into that blissful sea that left us both shaking and gasping for air. Matt collapsed on the bed and I let myself fall over him, cuddling his body with mine.
“God, baby, I never thought this could feel so good,” I whispered in his ear.
“Yes… it was amazing. Maybe we should buy you a strap-on,” he said with a wide smile.
“Hmmm, did you like it that much?” I asked him with a devious smile.
“I loved it,” he assured me.
I laughed, pleased, knowing I would let him do it to me when we were back in our own bodies. Now that I knew the pain was not a mandatory part of anal sex, I was more than eager to try it. The rest of the weekend was filled with all the sex we could physically take, enjoying all the new experiences we could think of. I have to admit, I was a bit reluctant when it came time to exchange the rings, but I had a great time in Matt’s body and I was sure Matt had enjoyed it as well.
But real life was knocking at the door and fun time had to end. I would be sending the rings back the following week, with huge thanks to the owners. They had given us a magical, magnificent experience that neither of us would ever forget.
Swapping Hearts
Jonas looked at Kimberly across the hall, chatting with the rest of the cheerleading squad, and sighed. He had fallen in love with her the minute he saw her on the first day of kindergarten. Kimberly looked like a little angel with her blond curls framing her heart shaped face and her sky blue eyes.
She had been his friend for several years but, when they reached adolescence, Kimberly seemed to forget Jonas existed. But for him, she was still the owner of his heart. Sometimes he wished he could swap bodies with her, to force her to see him again and recover the relationship they had before. But, as they say: if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.
They were on their last year of high school and the prom dance would be in a few days, and that was one of the reasons he had been feeling so down lately. He knew he would lose even the solace of seeing her every day. Shaking his head, Jonas took one last look at her and walked away to his mechanics class. But he simply couldn’t concentrate: he was too depressed to think or to analyze the problem the teacher, Mr. Yanhua Wang had put in front of him.
“You’re not here, Jonas. What’s going on?” the teacher asked him, standing in front of the engine part he had given him a few minutes ago.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wang. I guess I’m a bit depressed, that’s all.”
The man had been his teacher since he had discovered his love for engines and they had become friends.
“I guess it’s because of the prom. You’re still dreaming about Kimberly and taking her to the prom,” the man scolded him, but Jonas knew he meant well.
“Yes… you know we promised each other we would go together to the prom dance?” he said, letting out a loud sigh.
“Yes, you told me so.”
“Sometimes, I wish I could swap my soul with hers,” Jonas admitted, with a scowl.
“And what would you do then?” the teacher asked with an amused smile.
“I would make her date me. Show her I’m still the same Jonas she used to say she would marry,” he replied, with a sad smile. “Just for a few days… that should be enough to make her see what she’s missing.”
“You should be careful with what you wish for, Jonas,” Mr. Wang warned him.
Jonas chuckled and shook his head.
“That’s a
wish I’ll never be sorry I wished for,” he assured the older man.
“I’ll remember those words,” the teacher said with a grin.
With a deep sigh, Jonas concentrated on the work he had in front of him.
Kimberly watched Jonas walk away and sighed. She missed him, more than she ever thought possible. He had been her friend all her life, but when they entered Junior high, things started to change and he started to get away from her and things were never the same. She became popular and he had dedicated his time to his studies and his cars. They didn’t seem to have anything in common anymore, but she still missed him a lot.
With a sigh she went to her next class, trying to forget him.
But it was impossible. Each time someone talked about the prom, she remembered the promise they had made each other, of going together to the dance, no matter who they were dating. Kimberly wasn’t dating anyone, and as far as she knew, he wasn’t either. And still, she doubted he would ask her to go with him.
Dodging her friends’ questions about the ball had become an art for her. They all seemed to want to know who she was going with. Pulling her blond hair back, Kimberly tied it in a high ponytail and headed to her cheerleading practice. Life had to go on and she couldn’t stay behind, sighing for a guy that most of the times didn’t seem to know she existed.
Jonas went to bed that night feeling tired. He had overdone at the gym that night, trying to forget Kimberly and his feelings for her, with no luck. That night in particular, she seemed to be present in every thought that crossed his mind.
God, he wanted to be with her so much he was going insane. Jonas remembered his conversation with Mr. Wang about wishing to swap bodies with her and in his mind, heart, and soul he was sure that was the best that could ever happen to him. That way he would be able to force her to look at him, to really see the man he had become. But he knew that was only a wild fantasy and that certainty depressed him even more.
With a sad sigh, he turned off the lights and closed his eyes, trying to sleep and dream. In his dreams, she was always his. The following morning he woke up with someone knocking on his door.
“Wake up or you’ll be late for school,” a woman’s voice he wasn’t able to recognize shouted from the other side of the door.
Frowning, he opened his eyes and looked at his bedroom ceiling, expecting to find the starry night he had painted on it a couple of years ago, but only a plain white ceiling stared back at him. Startled, he sat in bed looking around.
Jonas wasn’t in his room. The room he was in was painted in pink and purple and it was so girly it made him frown even more. He didn’t have any sisters and his parents’ room was painted in green. Sure he was still dreaming, he pinched his arm just to scream when he saw his hand, a lot smaller and obviously not part of his body.
Frantic, he jumped out of bed and ran to the vanity table in front of it, unable to hold back the shout that came out of his mouth.
“Kimmy, are you alright, honey? You have to hurry up, or you’ll be late for school.”
The woman’s voice on the other side of the door confirmed what he was seeing reflected on the mirror. He was in Kimberly’s body. This was really happening. How the hell had this happened? Wishes never come true to him, especially not this kind of wish.
Jonas took a better look at the mirror, watching the big t-shirt she used to sleep, that barely covered half her thighs and quickly, he realized he wasn’t wearing anything under it. His heart missed a beat, just before it threw itself in a manic pace, so deafening he couldn’t even hear his own thoughts. He was actually in her body.
With shaky hands, he ran his hands down his new body, cupping his new big, round breasts and loving the way they felt before he went down all the way to the hem of his t-shirt. He was about to pull it over his head when Kim’s mother knocked on the door again.
“Sweetie, Jonas is here to see you. He says he needs to talk to you urgently.”
There was a curiosity in her tone and Jonas almost let out a loud laugh when he heard her words. Of course, she wanted to talk to him.
Kimberly went to bed that night feeling restless. She hadn't seen Jonas again that day, but she didn’t seem to take him out of her mind. Exasperated, she had gone to bed earlier, and against all hopes, she had fallen asleep almost immediately, just to be wakened up by a loud alarm she didn’t recognize.
Turning around in bed, she tried to find the source of the annoying sound and found a cell phone on the nightstand next to the bed. Kimberly silenced the damn thing and lied on her back again staring at the ceiling. Startled, she blinked a few times, time to see the white ceiling of her bedroom, but instead, all she was able to see was a starry night sky painted on the ceiling.
Sure she was still dreaming, Kimberly sat in bed and looked around. She was in a man’s bedroom, there was no doubt of it, judging by the clothes scattered around the place and the lack of decorations of any kind. Even the bed sheets were plain blue.
Curious, still sure she was dreaming, Kimberly jumped out of bed and walked to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. She had to admit she wasn’t the least surprised to see Jonas staring back at her. After all, he was always in her dreams. Though this time, her dream was a bit different, because he was naked. But when a knock on the door startled her, she started to realize this wasn’t a dream.
“Jonas, hurry up. You told me you didn’t want to be late for school,” a woman’s voice warned her.
“This can’t be,” she murmured and pinched her arm, hard, letting out a loud moan.
“Are you alright in there, sweetie?” the woman asked, from behind the door and this time she was able to recognize Jonas’ mother’s voice. Mrs. Smith and her mother were best friends and it was often to find her at her place, chatting with her own mother.
“Yes… I’m fine,” she said, with a deep frown. “I’ll be right out.”
“I’ll wait for you downstairs. Breakfast is ready,” she announced and Kim was able to hear her walking away and down the stairs.
This was really happening. She was in Jonas’ body. How the hell was that even possible? And when had he built that body, for god’s sake?
Her eyes rolled down his perfect abs and gasped. She… he… was completely naked… and completely aroused as well. His incredibly big and thick cock was so hard, she had no idea how the hell she was going to hide that.
Kimberly had to find Jonas… she had to find out what the hell was going on. She remembered reading cold showers helped, so she stepped into the shower stall and took a deep breath before she opened the cold water, but not before her hand ran along the perfect shaft, feeling its hardness beneath the silkiness of the skin.
The cold water did the trick, though Kimberly came out of it shaking and after she put on the best t-shirt she was able to find and a clean pair of jeans. Kimberly put them on along with his tennis and grabbing his cell phone from the nightstand, she quickly walked downstairs, trying to find out where his car keys could be.
“Jonas, come and have breakfast before you leave. There’s enough time for that,” Mrs. Smith called from the kitchen.
“I’m in a hurry right now. Have you seen my car keys?” she asked her, trying to sound as natural as she could, but the whole situation was weird.
“They’re in the key holder, as usual,” she replied as she approached the main door.
Kim looked where the woman had told her, trying to find out which ones could be his keys, when she saw a key chain she had made for him, as a Christmas gift, when they were still friends. It was supposed to be a horse made in clay, but instead, it looked like a beaten up pinata. She picked it from the key holder, furrowing her eyebrows, surprised he still had that.
“Are you sure you don’t have to eat?” Mrs. Smith asked, leaning on the doorway that led into the kitchen.
Getting out of her amazement, she turned to look at her and smiled.
“No… not this morning. I… I have a few… things I need to take care of bef
ore I go to school,” she explained, trying to sound convincing.
“Are you going to school like that?” she asked him, surprised.
She looked at the outfit she had put on, trying to see what was wrong with it.
“Yeah… why do you ask?” she asked her, puzzled with the question.
“You always wear those awful shirts and sweaters, that’s all…” Jonas’ mother said, showing her disapproval to her son’s style. Come to think of it, she had always hated it herself.
“I’m in a hurry today.”
he Kimberly blew a kiss to his mother and ran out the door.
