Body Swap – Chapter 2

Adult story Editor February 4, 2017 Leave a Comment

First time xxx stories: Body Swap – Chapter 2

by Rebecca Vaughn

Genres: Fiction, Incest, Masturbation, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Young

It is important to read Part One before reading this story. Part One offers exposition and clarity that will make this story, Part Two, more understandable. This story has a lot less ‘story’ and a lot more sex. The premise is that two step-siblings swap lives and are forced to live with each other’s bodies, including their genitals. Enjoy!
The sound of a garbage truck banging a dumpster pulled me from my sleep. Recognizing that I was still in my step-sister’s body, I grumbled. Shelby slept beside me. It was dark outside; we slept through the afternoon and half of the morning. In big, red letters, the clock on the nightstand declared that it was 4:30 in the morning.

I turned on the nightstand lamp. I sat on the edge of the bed looked around the room. I studied the evidence that remained from our sexual act only hours before; the wadded cum rag on the floor; my pussy and thighs, which were sticky because of my squirting; the damp spot on the sheets; the fragrance of ejaculation in the air. Seeing the verification of our dirty encounter divided my mind. Partly, I felt disgusted, unable to shake the what-the-fuck-did-we-do mentality. Contrarily, I was also intrigued and even ready for more.

The fascination of being in my sister’s body had still not left my mind. I stood in front of the mirror once more to admire the new body I had assumed. I treasured the C-cup breasts fastened to my chest and the hairless pussy that replaced my hairy cock. My smooth legs and flat stomach were remarkably attractive, in addition to my curvy butt and my hourglass hips. I had stared for several moments before I snapped out of my lustful trance.

I walked back to the bed. Shelby lay on her side; her cock was soft for the first time I had seen her in my body. Also, I spent a few seconds admiring her body, the body I had ownership of until the night before. When I finished staring, I tapped Shelby on the shoulder, “wake up.” She opened her eyes and sat up. She groaned and rolled her eyes. I wasn’t sure why. She was either upset that she was still in my body or she was reminded of our naughty behavior from earlier.

“You’re still me,” I said.

“I noticed,” she replied.

“Let’s take a shower,” I suggested.

“Together?” she asked.

“Why not?” I responded as she stood up.

She followed me into the bathroom. Our shower was too small for two people to use at one time, but our bathtub was large enough to entertain both of us. It was oblong and shaped like an oval. As Shelby began to draw the warm water, she asked, “how are we going to fix this?”

“I don’t know,” I answered. “It’s not like there’s a precedence for this.”

She replied, “well, I hope we figure it out soon.”

Without any warning, she walked to me and grabbed my pussy. The unexpected move surprised me and caused me to jolt backward. “I’m just checking something,” she said. I moved closer and let her touch me again. She ran her fingers above my pussy. “You need to shave,” she decided.

I took my hand and examined myself. My pussy wasn’t as smooth as it was before; small bristles were beginning to grow. “Okay,” I agreed, “but I don’t know what I’m doing.” Shelby motioned me to sit on the side of the tub. I sat on the edge with my ass facing the water and my feet on the tile floor. She sprayed a handful of shaving cream onto her hand and then applied it to the skin around my pussy. The cream was cool and refreshing.

“Do you shave every day?” I asked casually. She responded, “usually, because it grows pretty fast and I don’t like the bristles.”

Shelby grabbed her razor then sat on the floor. “Ooh,” she yelped.

“What’s wrong,” I asked. She said smiling, “my balls are hanging down and touching the floor. The floor is cold.” I grinned. Her flaccid cock loosely pointed toward the floor. She applied the razor to my skin and delicately glided it back and forth, careful not to make any mistakes, occasionally rinsing it with the water of the tub. I noticed that her cock began to move. Slowly, it increased in length and width and was rising like a cannon. She glanced down at her cock, now semi-erect, which was pointing forward toward the bath.

“I figured that would happen,” she joked. I smiled again. As she continued to shave my pussy, her cock continued to rise. Now fully erect, it pointed toward the ceiling.

When she finished shaving me, she told me to sit in the tub. I unhurriedly slid myself into the hot water lest I burn myself. I sat at the back of the tub facing the spout; Shelby climbed into the other end facing me. She handed me the razor and the cream. “Here, you have to shave your own armpits and your own legs. You should be able to figure that out.”

I took the razor and cream from her and sprayed some on my hands, then lathered the to-be-shaven parts of my body. When I finished shaving, my legs were as smooth as a filled balloon. I felt my pussy, which was equally as smooth. Next, she handed me the shampoo, with which I washed my hair. Lastly, I washed my body with soap. Running my hands across my stomach, my breasts, my butt, and my pussy started to turn me on.

“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” I asked Shelby. She stared at me but didn’t respond.

“About yesterday afternoon,” I nudged.

“We don’t need to,” she replied.

“Okay,” I said. Perhaps I misunderstood her speaking. I reached forward to grab her still-erect cock. “No,” she interrupted. “Not now.”

“Oh,” I said.

“We can’t do that too often. It’s gross. I know the situation we’re in is weird and all, but we don’t want to overly sexualize each other.”

I nodded. When we finished our bath, we dried off and dressed ourselves. By the time Shelby had her clothes on, her cock was soft again.

The rest of the day went similarly to the day before, except I didn’t masturbate in the gym bathrooms. We went out separate ways and tried our best to cope with the struggles of being in the body of the opposite gender. Like the day before, I spent most of the day thinking about girls and sex, and I was wet for the entire day.

When we returned home, we walked into the house together. It had only been a day and one half since we had switched bodies, but the relationship between Shelby and me had already strengthened. We were friendlier with each other; we relied heavily on one another.

We retreated to Shelby’s room. We started winding down. We took off our shoes and socks, put down our bags, and relaxed. Shelby turned on the TV. I sat on the floor in front of the TV. I was horny, but I kept that to myself. I wasn’t sure whether or not to talk to Shelby about my needing to orgasm. I could feel myself getting wetter because I couldn’t stop thinking of touching myself. But, she had resisted earlier.

After fifteen minutes of an internal battle inside of my mind, I finally said, “Shelby, I’m horny, and I need to…you know…But, I can do it by myself if you want me to.”

She pondered the thought for a few seconds. “I was thinking I needed to do the same,” she responded. I was mostly elated by her answer.

“Do you want to do it together?” I asked shyly. She didn’t answer.

She walked over and sat next to me on the floor. “Do you know what is making me the horniest?” She asked. I shook my head. “Seeing me. I don’t know how to say it, but seeing me makes me horny. Since you’re me, you’re making me horny.”

I grinned. She paused and said nothing more. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips; then she pulled away. I leaned forward and kissed her back. She pushed me backward so that I was laying on my back. She climbed on top of me and kissed me more. She pressed her hips against mine. I could feel her erection through her pants, and I felt myself getting wetter.

She began to undress me, and she kissed me between the removal of every article of clothing. She leaned me forward and pulled off my shirt and tossed it aside. She unstrapped my bra and discarded it. She slid my pants and my panties to my ankles, and I kicked them off with my feet. My panties had a wet spot in their center.

Next, we swapped positions. Shelby lay on her back, and I pulled off her shirt. I sat on her hips like a horse, still able to feel the bulge through her pants against my pussy. I leaned forward to kiss her. My breasts hung downward and touched her chest when I bent over. I sat back up and tickled her cock beneath the fabric of her jeans. Then I unbuttoned her pants, kissed her again, then unzipped her pants. I stretched her legs out straight and ripped the clothing from her body.

Her cock made a tent in her boxer shorts. Like the jeans, I quickly yanked the underwear off of her body. Her cock stood straight up like a soldier at attention, but it also manifested a sense of freedom since it was now able to bounce and move in any direction. I cupped my hand around her big ballsack, which sagged low. I gripped my hands around the stiff cock. It was warm and thick, and it begged me to be touched. I cautiously licked the back of the cockhead; Shelby exhaled. I wasn’t sure if I could handle the taste of a cock, but when I realized that it wasn’t too terribly bad, I crammed it into my mouth. I moved the cock in and out of my mouth. I was only able to fit half of the thing in my throat. Otherwise, I would have gagged.

Shelby gave a soft moan and then pulled my head away from her crotch. She stood up and tapped the bed, summoning me to lay down like a dog. I climbed onto the bed and lay on my back. Shelby lay on her stomach, placing her head at my hips. With her index finger, she caressed and teased the outside of my pussy, which, at this point, was more soaked than it had been the night before.

Her teasing made me even wetter and eager to start the real sexual activity. She grabbed my knees and spread them as far apart as they would go. She grabbed her cock and slid it into my wet pussy. I gasped. The initial thrust of her 7-inch cock inside of me sent a flood of pleasure throughout my entire body. She leaned forward and played with my boobs. Her cock rested immobile inside of me. She kissed me again and tangled our legs together. Then she slowly began to withdraw her cock from my pussy. When she pulled the cockhead back to the point where it was almost outside of my pussy, she shoved it back in. Another rush of pleasure resounded through my body – from my head to my toes.

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Body Swap – by Rebecca Vaughn

Adult story Editor July 23, 2015 Leave a Comment

First time xxx stories: Body Swap by Rebecca Vaughn. This is a story about a boy and a girl, Josh and Shelby, who swap bodies. I’ve never written something as unconventional as this, so let me know what you think and whether or not it works. For purposes of clarity, understand this: Shelby, the female, will be refereed to as “she, her, herself, Shelby,” etc., even though she might be inside of a male’s body. This is a lengthy story.

First time xxx stories: Body Swap

by Rebecca Vaughn

Genres: Fiction, Female solo, First Time, Male Solo, Males / Female, Masturbation, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Young

I was an average guy: I was fit and athletic, but not buff, with brown, shaggy hair. Also, in my late teenaged years, I still had a lustful mind. Even my sister had been the center of my sexual thoughts. Shelby, in fact, was my step-sister, and she was one of the hottest girls I had ever met. We were the same age, too.

I do not believe that I exaggerate when I claim that Shelby was gorgeous. She had shoulder-length blond hair, a perfect hourglass figure, a firm butt, a flat stomach, and beautiful C-cup breasts. She had every right to flaunt her body, but she didn’t. She was modest around the house and in public; she never wore anything that revealed too much of her cleavage or too much of her legs. She wasn’t overly-conservative and uptight, but she wasn’t a slut either. She respected herself. One night, however, I violated such self-respect. My hormone-driven curiosity was uncontrollable.

Our parents had already gone to sleep. Routinely, Shelby was taking her nightly bath. Our bathroom was in-between our rooms. One could travel to Shelby’s room from my room via the bathroom or the hallway. I was executing a plan that I had conceived earlier that day: as odd as it may sound, I just wanted to know whether or not Shelby watched porn. Once I heard Shelby climb into the bath water, I knew I was safe. While she occupied herself in the bathroom, I sneaked into her room from the hallway. I didn’t turn her light on because I was afraid she’d see them from under the door.

I quietly sat in her desk chair and wiggled the computer mouse until the screen lit up. Access to the desktop required a password. Firstly, I tried her name, which didn’t work. Secondly, I tried her birthday. Shelby foolishly used her birthday as her password. Now I had access to her desktop. Quickly, I opened her internet browser and viewed her history. The exhilaration of attempting to rapidly dig through her history, knowing that she was just in the room next-door, caused my heart to beat heavily and rapidly. I was even breaking into a mild sweat.

I was fascinated with what I saw at the top of the page. I read to myself the list of recent videos that she had watched: “Squirting blond gets fucked,” “Cute redhead fingers herself,” and “College chick takes huge dick.” The history showed that she spent ten minutes on the last video before going to YouTube, and she had just watched these videos less than fifteen minutes before her bath.

“That was enough time to masturbate,” I thought to myself. “That’s what she was doing!” I opened the video, during which she supposedly fingered herself, to see what she watched. The video showed a brunette girl that lay on a bed getting fucked by a hung guy; she moaned and squirted when she came. Her dirty mind was incredibly exciting to me. The thought of my step-sister being sexually intrigued developed a bulge in my boxer shorts.

I continued searching through her history and discovered that she watched these videos just about every night before her bath. And every set of videos had one in particular that she watched longer than the rest, presumably a video to wank to. I opened another video entitled “French girl fingers herself.” It opened, but I suddenly heard a noise from the bathroom. I quickly tried to close the tab, but the bathroom door opened, and Shelby walked into the room.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Shelby shouted. Unable to respond, I sat and looked at her. She wore a white bathrobe and had apparently exited the tub without my noticing.

She exclaimed, “What the fuck are you looking at?” She turned on the lights.

I glanced back at the computer screen, on which a girl sat in a reclined chair with a vibrator. “Are you going through my history?” She shouted. Still, I said nothing.

“Get the fuck out of here,” she demanded. I stood up and attempted to leave the room.

“You’re a fucking pervert. You’re a weird,” she cried after noticing the bulge in my boxer shorts.

I quickly escaped her room and retreated to mine. I lay on my bed contemplating what had just happened. Strangely, I felt no remorse for what I had done. I only regretted getting caught. I should’ve waited until she wasn’t home at all. I feared to face her the next day, but I was confident she wouldn’t tell anybody since she would have to admit that she watched porn.

I pulled the covers over myself; I lay for quite a while but was unable to fall asleep. The thoughts of Shelby masturbating continually filled my mind. I slid my hand under the covers and into my underwear and gripped my still-erect cock. I stroked up and down, and after what felt like less than one minute, I came in my boxers, then fell asleep shortly thereafter.

I felt disoriented when I woke up. My vision was blurry, and my head hurt. The room was dimly lit by the morning sun peeking through the blinds. After a few seconds, though, I came to my senses and was bewildered when I realized I was in Shelby’s room.

“Why the hell am I in Shelby’s room?” I thought to myself trying to make sense of the situation. “And where is Shelby?”

Suddenly, I became conscious of how unusual my body felt. I noticed the hair on my head was reaching down and touching my shoulders. As I sat up, I noticed that my chest felt heavy. I placed my hand on my chest to examine the strange feeling, and I was horrifically shocked when I felt something soft and squishy. I sprang out from under the covers and turned on the lights. I stood facing the mirror in complete, unprecedented surprise.

The reflection in the mirror wasn’t mine; it was Shelby’s without any clothes. But I looked down and saw that my body was different. I even tried moving around, but the new body followed me and obeyed every command of my mind. I slowly became aware that what I was seeing was undoubtedly happening. I ran my hands across my body: my skin was smooth, my face was soft, the muscles I was building were gone, my ears were pierced, and my hair was long. Most apparent, however, were the C-cup breasts my chest was now boasting with brown, quarter-sized nipples in the middle. I grabbed the breasts, moved them around, and examined their flexibility and spring-like quality.

Then I moved my hand moved to my pelvic region. My dick and my balls, which were once surrounded by a patch of black pubic hair, were replaced with a shaven pussy. I ran my fingers over my new pussy; the area felt to be lacking a serious amount of volume. The skin was silky and seamless as if she had shaven the night before.

“My dick is gone,” I thought to myself. I flew out of her room, ran through the bathroom, and tried to open my door. It was locked. I banged on the door and shouted, “Shelby!” I was startled when I heard that my voice was high-pitched and fragile. I waited for a moment, but after hearing no response, I banged again. “Shelby! Open the door!”

“What do you want?” a male’s voice said from the room. Before I could respond, the male’s voice uttered, “What the FUCK!” and then I heard a crashing sound as if the disoriented voice fell to the floor. “What the FUCK,” I heard again, over, and over. After a few seconds, the door flew open. There stood me as if I were looking into a mirror – but it wasn’t me. It was my body, but it was occupied by Shelby.

She stood equally as confused as me. “You…you…you’re in my body!’ she stuttered. In a masculine voice. “What did you do!” she shouted at me. I replied in my feminine voice, “I didn’t do anything! Why do you assume that I did this?”

“You invaded my privacy last night,” she argued. What did you do to switch bodies?”

“I didn’t do anything. How the hell would I pull something like this off,” I questioned.

She started at me. “Why are you naked?” she asked. I replied, “This is how I woke up!”

“Get in here before our parents hear us,” she demanded.

I entered the room and turned the lights on. Shelby ran to the mirror to verify what she was feeling. She shrieked when she confirmed that she was trapped inside of a boy’s body. Shelby wore only a pair of boxer shorts that had a huge bulge in the front, which she had yet to realize. Wha…what do we do?” Shelby begged. “You’re in my body!”

Shelby looked down and muttered, “the fuck” when she noticed the fully-erect cock. She pulled the boxer shorts to her ankles, exposing her 7 inches of morning wood. “I have a cock,” she exclaimed as she turned my direction. Her cock aimed toward the wall, and her balls hung loosely. She grabbed the boxers from around her ankles.

“Ewww!” She shouted. “There’s cum stains on them.” She threw them back to the floor.

I shrugged my shoulders not knowing what to say or do. “You’re fucking disgusting. Don’t touch anything,” she demanded, “keep your hands off of my body.” I replied, “How the fuck am I supposed to not touch anything? Everything’s stuck on me.”

“I don’t know,” she muttered. “I don’t know.”

She sat on the bed with crisscrossed legs. Her cock now pointed toward the ceiling and her balls dangled and rested on the sheets of the bed. She began examining her new body. “Your legs are hairy,” she noted. “So are your armpits and your crotch. All this hair feels gross.” I had never considered myself a hairy person; I still hadn’t grown any stomach, chest, or back hair. To Shelby, however, it must’ve felt like a jungle. She cautiously and softly ran her fingers around her erect genitals, inspecting their feel and texture. She had never felt a cock before. I sat next to her on the bed. We sat for a few minutes without saying anything. We were grasping the reality of the circumstance.

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