Spells and Retributions: Part 2

Four body-swapped teens have more sexual firsts.

Based on a post by shimm2, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

To his surprise, Chris woke up in Mary's bedroom again. He had gone to sleep on that bed, after fingering Mary's clit to one last orgasm, thinking it was his last chance ever to experience a female orgasm. Though he honestly wasn't very good at it yet, and nearly didn't get there on his own. If only Mary had a dildo or a vibrator handy, but no, she was a good Christian girl, or at least she had been when this whole mix-up started.

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 3

A campfire show, a lapdance, followed by couples counseling, & a shower

In 3 parts, by m storyman x. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I heard the tent zipper unzip. I twisted around enough to see a blonde head tossing something into the tent and then disappear again. I pulled from Tina and looked at the floor, my sheets and duffel laying in the tent along with what looked like a night shirt. "This must be for you," I said, reaching for the shirt and handing it Tina.

"Yeah. I think so," she said, rolling over on the bed to look at me. "I wish I wasn't so fat."

"Like I said last night, you aren't fat."

"Well, not skinny either," she said as I watched either Linda or Sandy walk from the camper onto the gravel road, towards the showers.

"Hey, you wanna get her back?"

"Who?"

"Linda."

"Okay. How do we do that?"

"She just went to the showers. Steal her clothes and lock her out of the camper for a while. Tell them not to let her in until I say so."

"She might like that."

"Maybe. We'll see."

"Still a good idea though," she said as she got up and pulled the shirt on. She looked around the floor and found her shoes and then slipped out of the tent, walking quickly towards the shower house. About five minutes later she came back with her arms full of a towel and some clothes.

I pulled on some shorts and sat in my chair while Tina tossed Linda's clothes into my tent and then brought a chair over to my site. We sat and waited. A guy was walking down the road towards the bathrooms. "Hey, buddy."

"Yeah?"

"Got a minute."

"Maybe, what's up?"

"In a couple minutes a young lady is going to come walking back from the showers completely naked. She's getting payback for playing a trick on them last night. They're locking her out of the camper until she makes herself climax in front of anyone out here. So, if you want to watch..."

He grinned. "Yeah, I'll watch," he said, sitting on the tailgate of my truck. Sure enough, about five minutes later a very wet, clearly pissed off Linda came tromping back from the showers.

"Sandy! I'm gonna nail you for this!" she practically shouted as she walked into camp.

"Might not want to shout too loud. As I heard it, they wouldn't let you back in until you stood there and made yourself come for me."

"What?"

"You were the one that wanted to play show and tell. Well, Tina and I had a nice night, now it's your turn."

"Wait, why would they do..."

"They didn't. I did. I didn't like being made a fool of last night. Nice game by the way, leaving me naked in the showers like that. By the way, the woman that was in there with me, she had fun too. Now it's your turn to show us something."

"They're really not going to let me in until I do?"

"That's what I said."

"Oh shit."

"What was it you said? You didn't mind being naked? Well, here's your chance to really show it off. Give us a nice look at your cunt while you make yourself come," I called to her.

"That s the way you want it?" Linda clarified.

"It seems fair," I answered.

She walked to one of their fancy camp chairs and picked it up, carrying it over to our campsite. She set it down near the fire pit, facing me as I sat in my camp chair. She sat down and spread her legs, hooking them over the arms of the oversized bag chair. Her cunt was shaved completely bare, only a small amount of dark grayish inner lip protruding from her otherwise well-tanned cunt. "You like the view?" she asked as she reached between her legs and stroked her cunt lips.

"Very nice. You tan naked outside or in a bed?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip between her lips and draw slowly up her slit.

"I can guess, but I'd like to think it was outside," I answered.

"Sometimes it is," she said as she closed her eyes. "In fact, I'm going to sit here and think about just that. Laying out in the yard, all naked and covered in oil. I have a neighbor that likes to look. He's kind of cute. I wouldn't mind if he walked over some time and played with me. Touched my tits," she whispered as she lifted a hand to her breast and gently pinched and twisted one nipple. "And reached down to play with my cunt. I can almost feel his fingers teasing up and down my slit, working between them to reach my clit," she said before sliding her finger across her own clit and drawing a quick breath. "Yeah, I can imagine him doing that while I undo his pants and pull out his hard-on. I don't think he's as big as you are, but I bet he'd fill me up really well," she half moaned, her eyes closed and two of her fingers pushing into her vagina. "Oh yeah. I can just see him moving between my legs and pushing it right into me."

I could tell she was getting damn turned on, but I also noticed out of the corner of my eye, Tina, her legs spread apart, and the hem of her shirt pulled up enough to let her stroke her own cunt while Linda described her neighbor doing her.

"Oh yeah. Linda continued with her eyes closed. I bet he'd love to push in and out of me. His wife is kinda cute, but she's a tight ass bitch, so I bet he wouldn't mind at all feeding that cock into me. Sliding it in and out, feeling my hot wet cunt around his cock. Oh yeah. That's it Gary. Put it in. Just push it right into me," she moaned.

Tina got up quietly and stepped over to my camp, pulling the front of my shorts down and then pulling my rock hard cock up to point at the air. She shifted over my cock and rubbed my head between her lips and then slowly sat down on me as Linda pictured her neighbor fucking her.

"Yeah. In and out Gary. Fuck my hot little cunt. You know you want to. You watch me so often, peeking over the fence to watch me. Come on in and touch me. Play with my cunt and shove your cock in me."

"Uh," Tina groaned as she settled down on my shaft, her eyes closed as she let me penetrate deep into her, too turned on to complain about our guest watching. Well, he wasn't watching Tina much anyway. He was much more interested in watching Linda. So interested in fact that he was standing up, his cock pulled out of his shorts, stroking it and moving closer to her naked body inch by inch.

"That's it Gary. Fuck me. Fuck my hot little cunt. Show that bitch of a wife of yours what a man can do to a cunt!" she moaned as she plunged two fingers in and out of her own cunt frantically. I could hear her fingers squishing in and out of herself as she drove them in hard, pretending it was her neighbor fucking her. "Oh shit!" she squealed loudly as she arched her back and pulled her fingers from her cunt. She pulled on her lips with both hands, spreading them wide as she spurted a gush of juice out into the air between us. Our guest, whose name I didn't even know, stood there, staring for a fraction of a second before his own cock spurted the first gush of cum out at Linda.

The two of them spurted several times, her cum landing in the dirt between us and his landing all over her shuddering spasming body.

"Oh fuck. Sorry about that," he mumbled before tucking his still hard cock into his pants and walking quickly out of camp towards the showers.

"Jesus! Did he just come all over me?" she asked, looking down at the cum splattered on her chest and stomach and then back at his now retreating back.

"Who fucking cares?" Tina mumbled as she bounced on me, reaching for her shirt and pulling it up and off, leaving her naked again. She reached for my hands and pulled them up to her wildly bouncing tits. "God, make me come again," she moaned softly.

"Jesus," Linda groused again, as she stood up and walked towards her camp wiping his cum off her as best as she could. "Now I need another fucking shower."

I grinned and squeezed Tina s tits, using the finger and thumb of each hand to squeeze and twist her hard nipples while she slid her hot cunt up and down my shaft. It seemed like the floodgates were open and she couldn't get enough of it, as she bounced on me, completely oblivious to the older couple walking down the gravel road towards the shower house.

"Tell me that doesn't turn you on," I heard the woman say, drawing my attention to them. It only took a few moments before I realized it was the woman from last night, and presumably her husband. I hoped there wouldn't be any trouble which distracted me considerably from the sexy cunt riding my cock.

"So they're naked," he answered.

"And that bulge in your shorts is what? A tennis ball you forgot to leave at the camper?"

"I didn't say seeing her naked wasn't fun to look at."

"I'd do that to you."

"What?"

"Strip and fuck you like that, if you'd let me."

"Why would I wanna see you strip where anyone could see you?"

"What? You don't think my body is good looking enough for that?"

"I didn't say that, but who wants to look at an old woman's body?"

"The hell you say!" she said, stopping in the middle of the road. "You wanna try that again?"

I was glad that Tina was about to push over the edge and climax on me, because I had a hunch the argument in the driveway was about to become a serious distraction.

"Just that no one wants to see old people's bodies," he said again, digging the hole even deeper.

"Really? You're sure you wanna stay with that? Not something like, damn you're a sexy woman and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked anywhere you want to strip?"

"I'm just sayin'," he answered, starting to pull the dirt in on top of him as he stood in the bottom of the hole he just dug for himself.

"Maybe we should just see about that," I heard her say just as Tina started to climax on me, her cunt squeezing and spasming around my shaft as her legs trembled.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned loudly as she sat on me, no longer bouncing, but just enjoying the orgasm washing over her.

Looking past Tina, I could see the woman in the road starting to pull her shirt up and off. In a few moments it hit the gravel and she bent to push her shorts down her body, dragging her underwear with them. She bent, her ass sticking out at me, showing me her cunt as she worked her clothes over her shoes. She stood there for a few seconds, waiting for a response from her husband, who did nothing but stare. "Alright then," she said turning and walking towards me. "How about you? Interested in playing with an old woman's body?" she asked, giving me a little grin and wink. "My husband doesn't think my body is sexy enough to be naked in public. What do you think?"

Tina looked around, her fading orgasm letting some of that bashfulness slip back out again. She pushed off of me and crossed her arms over her tits before running to the camper across the road, running right past the guy in the road.

"Well now. This is interesting, isn't it?" the woman asked, stepping towards me. She reached out for my cunt-juice covered cock and wrapped her hand around it as much as she could and began to stroke it. "Does this old body look sexy to you? Sexy enough to fuck?"

"With your husband standing right there?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"I didn't say I was going to fuck you, I asked if you thought my body was sexy enough to fuck? If I sat right there on that tailgate and spread my legs, would you wanna fuck me?"

I chuckled, understanding what she was doing. "Well, you're already naked, so if you walk over there and sit down, if your husband doesn't come fuck you, I'd be happy to."

She winked at me again and let go of my cock. She turned and walked over to the tailgate and sat on the edge, leaning back and lifting her legs much the way I had her the night before. "You mean like this?"

I got up from my chair and stepped over the few feet to the truck and stood between her legs. I let my shaft press against her cunt lips and reached up her body to her tits, grabbing both of them and squeezing them. "Something like that," I agreed as I let her grind her cunt against my cock.

"How about it Gary? You wanna come fill my cunt or should I let this hot stud take care of it. It's not every day you're gonna find me naked on the tailgate of a truck. Better not miss the chance."

"Right there, in public like this?"

"This guy doesn't seem to be bothered," she said, reaching down for my cock and pushing me back so she could rub my head up and down her slit, spreading her lips with it. "Mmm. Such a nice hard cock. Is yours hard yet Gary? Or should I let him push this right into me?"

"You wouldn't," he responded.

"Gary, you have ten seconds to get over here and fuck me or so help me, I will!"

"You wouldn't," he repeated.

I could see the look on her face, one of determination. She pulled on my cock, coaxing me to push into her a little bit, my head spreading her as my head started to slide in. I could tell by the way she was holding me she didn't want me to slide all the way in, just a little bit, just enough to tease her husband into action. "Oh fuck; he feels so big. You sure you don't want to come over here and fill me? It's not every day I'm going to offer something like this. You better take advantage while you can."

"In public like this?" he asked again, still not moving.

"Honey, I'm horny as hell at the moment. I have a fat cock already starting to inch into me. I swear to God, if you don't come over here and fuck me, I'm going to let him put it all the way in." He didn't move from the road and she pulled on my cock a little more, inching a little more of me into her. "Oh, fuck yes. You sure you wanna let him do this and not you? If I'm not worried about being naked, why the hell should you be?"

He finally moved off the road and walked towards us. I pulled from her as she gave me a smile and a wink. I quickly moved out of the way as he unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.

"Drop your pants honey. I don't wanna get bit by a damn zipper. If I can be naked you can sure as hell drop your pants."

"Uh. Okay," he mumbled, undoing his pants and letting them fall.

"Oh yeah. That's what I want lover. Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she moaned as he sunk himself into her.

I shook my head, pulled my shorts back up from my thighs and went to my tent. I grabbed a towel and my shower and shave stuff. I walked to the middle of the road and picked up her clothes and tossed them into my chair before starting the walk to the showers, which I seemed to need again after the aborted one last night.

"Hey!" I heard Linda call as I was starting down the road. I paused a second and turned around to find her almost running from the camper with a towel around herself. "You going to the showers?"

"I am," I answered, not particularly sure I wanted anything to do with her after how she treated her friend. "But after last night..."

"Oh. I'm not Linda. I'm Sandy," she said quickly.

"Oh," I answered non-committal, as I turned and started to walk again.

"Um. Would you like some company?" she asked sounding hopeful.

"Why? Didn't you have enough fun at my expense last night?"

"That was Linda. She can go a bit overboard," Sandy answered.

"Didn't exactly answer my question."

She took a deep breath and sighed. "Okay. Maybe we were a little hard on Tina, but damn she enjoyed it, didn't she? I mean she said she wanted to get screwed, and well....she sure as hell did. That's all she can talk about now, is how good it felt. I was just wondering..."

"If I'd fuck you?"

I looked over and saw her blushing a little. "Something like that."

I paused in the road and looked at her. I reached for the towel around her body and pulled it, pulling it off and leaving her naked. "It'll be on my terms."

"Okay."

"Men's showers."

"Okay," she said a little hesitantly.

"And you don't get to wear anything, at all, until we're back at camp."

She stood for a second thinking about it. I shrugged and turned to start to walk away, still holding her towel. "Okay," she said quickly, almost running the three steps to catch up. "Nothing to wear until we get back. But you have to promise to fuck me."

"Trust me, I will," I answered her as I continued to walk. She walked next to me, stark naked, not that there were all that many people to notice. The men's showers were empty when we got there, so there wasn't anyone else to see us. I walked to the counter with the sinks and slapped the counter. "Put your ass up here. Ever shaved a man?"

"His beard? No," she answered as she hoisted herself up on the counter.

"You will now," I said as I set my kit bag on the counter and started to pull out my shaving stuff. "Your first task is to get me hard," I said as I stepped between her legs.

"I can do that," she said, reaching down with both hands for my half hard cock, she lifted her feet and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me towards her until my balls were pressed against her cunt. "Wanna play with my tits while I work on this?"

"I wouldn't mind," I answered, reaching up to both perky little B cup tits. I cupped each one and played with them, squeezing them and letting my fingers tease her quickly hardening nipples while she gently stroked and twisted her hands on my growing hard-on. "You might want to think about putting that in you pretty soon, since that's where I plan on having it while you shave me."

"You're going to fuck me while I shave you?" she asked in surprise.

"Honey, I plan on leaving it in you the entire time, including in the shower. Since you guys seemed intent on using me, I'm going to use you for my pleasure. Oh, don't worry," I said as she started to object. "I'll make sure you have a good climax when I'm done."

She paused her strokes for a few seconds and then loosened her legs around me. "Then I guess I better get to fucking you." She pushed my cock down to her cunt and rubbed my head up and down her already wet slit. She nestled me into her vaginal entrance and used her legs and hands on my hips to pull me towards her. "You know;" she gasped as she forced my head into her; "I don't do this a lot."

"What? Tease guys until they fuck you?" I asked, surprised at how tight she was. I moved my hands from her tits down to her hips and slipped them around to her ass, pulling her towards me as I slowly sunk into her cunt.

"Oh, no. Teasing guys is easy. Especially in the neighborhood. Stepping outside naked or sunbathing naked in our back yard. It's the fucking part I don't do very often," she said breathlessly as she stopped pulling me towards her, my cock only about half way into her tight cunt. "Oh, damn you're thick! I've heard about huge cocks like this."

"I've seen bigger," I answered as I pushed and pulled a little, working my cock in and out of her an inch or so.

"Well, I haven't done any," she moaned as I worked myself deeper and deeper into her with short little strokes. "God, I feel like you're going to split me wide open."

"I doubt that'll happen," I said as I held myself into her with my head jammed against her cervix, still two inches of me sticking out of her wet lips. "Why not just let that sit a while."

"Good idea," she panted. "So, what now?"

I handed her a can of shaving cream. "Lather my face."

She nodded and squirted some cream on her hand and used her fingers of her other hand to dip into it and spread around my stubbly cheeks. She was still rubbing it around when the husband from the campsite fuck walked in, stopping to stare at me. "Another?"

I looked at him. "I'm surprised. I'd have thought you'd have jumped at the chance to shower with your wife."

"Over there? But someone else is already in there," he protested.

"Look, there aren't that many people in this campground, and from what I can tell, none of them are going to complain. So go shower with her, and if you see another naked woman, great. I'd be willing to bet your wife wouldn't let you get done showering without trying to have sex again."

"You think?"

"I'm pretty sure," I answered. "Hell, look at me. Anybody complaining because I have a naked woman in here with me?"

"Not me," he said with a grin.

"So go shower with your wife, and if she doesn't object, put her ass on the counter and fuck her. You never know what it might start down the road!"

"Yeah. Maybe so," he said as he walked back out of the shower house.

"You really think she won't complain?" Gary said as he exited.

"I'm pretty sure after the way she fucked me last night that she'll welcome the change," I whispered.

"Now. Shave? Just like you do to your cunt." I redirected to Sandy.

She used my razor to gently remove the stubble while I held her ass in my hands and slowly stroked myself in and out of her. I didn't want to press too hard to make her cut me, but at the same time I wanted to do it enough to keep my excitement growing. Once she finished and rinsed my razor I stroked into her harder, working both of us closer to climax before abruptly stopping and pulling from her. "I think it's time for the shower."

"Oh damn. You could have just kept doing that," she panted. "I was getting so damn close."

"I know," I said with a grin. "But trust me, we'll finish this." I pulled back and stepped to one of the shower stalls. I stepped in, leaving the door standing open like Naomi had the night before, and turned on the water. I handed Sandy the bottle of body wash and let her start washing me while I played with her nipples, teasing and squeezing them, to keep her body from forgetting just what we had been doing. It didn't take her long to finish washing me and start playing with my cock again.

I lifted one of her legs, setting it into a little soap dish in the wall. She reached up and grabbed the stem of the shower head, so she could hold herself propped between the two side walls of the stall. I wrapped both hands around her ass and stepped to her. I squatted down a little to bring my tip back to her cunt, and then pushed up into her. A long, slow moan of pleasure escaped her lips as I pushed ever deeper into her. "Oh fuck yes," she moaned. "Fuck me. Make me come, please!"

"Uh huh," I grunted as I started pushing in and out of her, this time allowing my climax to build more quickly, and with mine, hers. The water timed out and we still stood in the cubicle, stuffing my cock in and out of her tight cunt. I could feel her body responding, her hips trying to rock to grind her clit along my shaft and her legs trembling slightly as her orgasm built. Over and over my cock pushed deep into her, the need to complete, the urgency to keep stroking growing more undeniable with each passing moment.

"Oh shit!" she suddenly cried as her body stiffened, her already tight cunt squeezing me so tightly that it nearly stopped my shaft from pushing back into her. I shifted my hands on her ass and pulled it towards me as I thrust up into her, jamming my cock hard into her half a dozen and then a dozen more strokes.

"Uh Fuck!" I grunted as my body spasmed, jamming me hard into her, and gushing what little cum I had left in my balls, up into her. My body spasmed over and over as she climaxed on my cock, until we were left standing, panting heavily. I reached over and turned the water on, the cold water hitting us before it warmed. I eased my cock from her and let her stand as we rinsed each other off. "I think we're done."

"Oh yeah. If I can walk," she said with a little giggle. "God damn my cunt feels like I had a Yule log in it," she said as she kind of waddled out of the shower stall.

I chuckled and walked to the counter, picked up my towel and dried myself off. I stepped into the shorts I'd brought and packed my kit bag. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she said as I walked towards the door. She followed me, buck naked, out of the men s shower house and down the road towards our campsites. She stopped in the middle of the road and turned to face me. She pulled her body to mine, pressing her tits to my chest as she lifted herself to kiss me. She gave me a long, wet, slow kiss before pushing away and wordlessly heading back to her camper, her bare ass wiggling enticingly. It was already late morning, and I hadn't decided what I was going to do that day, yet. I walked back to my tent, climbed in and flopped down, already tired.

By lunch time I'd woken from my nap. The camper across the street was gone. In some ways I was glad and in some ways, disappointed. I set about cooking myself some food since I'd skipped breakfast. Maybe I'd just stay the day and relax. I had no place I had to be, so why not? After brunch I walked up to the office to pay for another day's camping. I walked in and pressed the little doorbell to let them know someone was there.

"Hi there!" the young lady said as she came out of what I assumed was a residence behind the office. She had on short shorts and a snug t-shirt that seemed to be molded to her full round tits, two prominent bumps pushing the material out on either side of chest. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah. I need to pay for another night. I think I'm just going to hang out today."

"Oh? Well, we can arrange that," she said with a smile, pulling out the papers for my one night. "That'll be another sixty dollars." I handed her my card to let her run it through the machine. "You know," she said quietly. "There was a lot of interesting stuff going on around here last night," she said, holding my card and leaning over onto the counter so she was leaning on her elbows, her big tits pushing out and down between her arms.

"Oh?"

"Uh huh. Seems there was at least one man in the ladies showers last night."

"Really?" I asked innocently.

"As long as no one complains, I'm not about to tell people to stop what they're doing. I mean on some slow days I'll go take a dip in the pool and my swimsuit might accidently fall off or something. That ever happen to you?"

"My swimsuit fall off or seeing someone's swimsuit fall off?" I asked.

"Maybe both?" she asked, shifting and crossing her arms on the counter so that her hands were near each breast.

"Hmm. Can't say I have."

"Mom was kind of surprised last night too. She said she saw a few people headed to the showers without anything on. I told her it made sense, since you didn't wear anything in the shower," she said with a giggle. "She didn't think it was funny, but I think she was kind of having fun looking," she said, one thumb slowly stroking her own nipple. "Especially at the big hard-on the guy had wagging around."

"I see. Is that how she found out there was a man in the ladies showers?"

"Well, she saw a man go in there and was going to chase him out, but when she got to the shower house, she said she didn't have the heart to spoil whoever was having fun."

"Oh, well, maybe that was the best thing," I said as she continued to tease her nipple.

"Seemed kind of disappointed though." The girl added.

"Yeah? About what?" I did my best to act completely uninformed.

"Well, it's been an awfully long time since she's had any of that kind of fun."

"I see." My god, was this gal trying to set up a 3-way?

"It's kind of hot today, isn't it?" the vixen continued to tease.

"Seems like it," I agreed.

She nodded as she used her fingers to pull on the front of her t-shirt, working the hem of her shirt up her body until she had it bunched up over the top of both her round tits, the bare creamy white orbs sticking out over her arms, both nipples standing erect from the center of the pink circular areola on each mound.

What the hell! This mother-daughter pair must be on the prowl for man-meat.

"Well, anyway. I know mom has to clean the showers later. There's the ladies and the men's ;and then the little one by the pool. As hot as it's supposed to be today, after she finished the other ones and did the little outside one by the pool, she wouldn't be wearing all that much."

"Kind of like you?"

"Maybe even less than me. She might even just decide to take a dip in the pool."

"In the pool where swimsuits sometimes fall off?"

"Uh huh. Usually around the middle of the afternoon...if it happens. I mean not that she always has a swimsuit on. One time I saw her just take her clothes off and get in the water that way. Never know, something might coax her to do that again."

"I see. And what do you suppose would coax her to do that?" I asked as I stepped closer to the counter and leaned on it, my arms crossed so my hands were near hers. My face was only a few fractions of an inch from hers as I let my right hand reach across hers and gently run one finger across her hard exposed nipple.

"Well, she said the guy she saw go in the shower was pretty hunky. Been a while since she called any guy hunky. Well, anyway, if that hunky guy just happened to be around and just happened to have his swimsuit fall off in the pool, never know what might happen," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I chuckled and asked her quietly, "Are you trying to fix me up with your mom?"

She blushed a bit. "Well, the way the ladies in the RV were talking when they checked out... well, it seems that you're not afraid of a little fun... and well... mom hasn't had any of that kind of fun in a long time."

"That's what you said," I answered, still stroking her nipple, letting my finger run around and around it.

"You know, I'm thinking..." she said as she moved her arms so that her tits were completely exposed in front of me. She set the card back on the counter and whispered, "If you wanted to stay tonight no charge, I'm sure mom wouldn't mind. Especially if you wanted to hang out around the pool this afternoon?"

"I see. I suppose I could arrange to hang out by the pool a while," I answered quietly, straightening up. I reached out and cupped both big soft tits, letting my thumbs stroke back and forth across her hard nipples. "Around the middle of the afternoon... Any chance your swim-suit might fall off too?"

She looked at me with a little surprise on her face. "At the same time?"

"Well, if you're going to give me a free night..." I answered her, giving her tits a gentle squeeze.

"Maybe," she said with a grin. "You never know."

"In that case, I guess I'll just hang out here today and see what kind of fun drops by," I answered her with a grin before turning and walking out of the office. I really didn't have any plans. I just hoped mom looked half as good as the daughter.

By m storyman x for Literotica.

At first, when Chris woke up and saw the pillowy outlines of Mary's breasts, he was distraught. They had recited the same spell again. Surely it should have put Chris back into his own body, or at least one of the others'. But no, somehow he'd ended up in Mary's body twice in a row. He wondered if the spell had worked at all the second time, or if it just hadn't worked for him. At the very least, it meant Mary wasn't back to being herself yet either.

But feeling those pillowy breasts with his hands, the nipples firming up against the night shirt, Chris started to warm to the prospect of one more day as a woman. Maybe yesterday he had woken up as a girl, but he was a woman now, having been fucked twice in the school bathroom. Chris knew he was going to be enjoying those memories for a long time to come, even though through the bathroom door he had been able to hear the other kids laughing about what was going on. Laughing that Mary was actually having sex (even though it was actually Chris). Laughing that Chris was fucking her (even though that had actually been Theresa).

One more day, Chris thought. He could be okay with one more day in a female body. Just one more, and then hopefully everything goes back to normal. The longer he spent in Mary's body, the more normal it felt, and that worried him. He was starting to see things the way she did, feel things the way she did. Was he becoming more female? He wasn't sure where his mind ended and her body began.

What if he were stuck as Mary for the rest of his life? He'd already been careless with her body the day before, letting two men cum inside Mary's snatch. Letting wasn't the right word. He had encouraged it. He had enjoyed it. But if this went on, if this body was going to be Chris's long term, he had to be more responsible with it, or it'd be him pushing out a baby at age 19. As it was, he might end up being the one telling Mary to push.

When he had woken up yesterday he had been a virgin. He had been a good Christian boy, though at 18, "boy" didn't seem quite right. It was all changing so fast. In a way, if Mary was pregnant with his baby, Chris felt a little cheated. Yes he'd taken part in making that baby. Yes he'd felt the seed when it entered into him. But he'd still feel cheated for not being the one spilling that seed, even though the seed was his.

But he'd also taken Paul's cock inside Mary's womb, because it had been Mary behind Paul's eyes. He looked back on that now with a mix of arousal and disbelief and disgust at the idea of feeling his brother's erection move inside him, even if it had felt extraordinary.

"Mary! Breakfast now or never!" Mary's mother shouted from the kitchen. Chris startled, realizing he'd been getting himself worked up, when he should have been getting dressed. Mary's mother hadn't noticed a thing the previous day, but Chris had kept his mouth shut around her. Speaking of mouths, his mind went back to that kiss with Mary; no, he had to focus on getting dressed.

Again he downed a glass of OJ and a buttered toast and ran for the bus, slowed down by the bounce in Mary's cleavage. He spent his first class of the day in a daze. He hadn't run into any of his friends yet, since they all had different classes for first period. Mary was in a higher-level physics class than Chris was, and it was all over his head anyway, he had no hope of keeping up.

Between classes, he ducked into the bathroom to relieve himself, since he had forgotten to, when he had hurried out the door. This time he remembered to go into the ladies' room.

Afterwards, he couldn't help it, as soon as he started touching himself down there, he got carried away, heedless of the little yelps escaping his clenched teeth. He was trying to quickly reach an orgasm to get some relief, but he was still figuring out how it all worked by trial and error, and when he was impatient, his fingers tended to go too hard, too fast.

Then he was interrupted by a knock on the stall door. Chris quickly pulled up his sweatpants and opened the stall door. In front of him was Theresa.

"Hey, it's me, Mary," she said, with Theresa's voice. With Theresa's slightly more slender build, and hair that gracefully curved at the shoulder. Chris prided himself on still being attracted to women.

"I'm you again," Chris said, and then had to explain. "I'm Chris."

"Oh," Mary said, taking a second to think things through. "Look, that problem you were dealing with. Maybe I could help?" Mary said with a sly smile.

"You would do that?" Chris asked. He wasn't sure where this was headed, but he was dying to find out.

"If it'll keep you out of trouble, sure," Mary said. "But not here. Let's go to the wrestling room. It's not being used during this period."

They snuck through the halls together. As seniors on the verge of graduating from this high school, no one would think twice about the two of them cutting a class. When they got to the wrestling room, Mary flipped on the lights, revealing the padded floor, the wall to wall mirror. Fortunately the door had a lock on the inside.

Mary stepped close to Chris, and leaned in. Theresa was slightly taller, her neck a little longer, so Chris had to angle his head up to meet her lips. It was Chris's first time kissing a girl actually, and even though he had cherished when Mary had kissed him the day before, it had been tainted because she had kissed him with Paul's lips.

Chris started to take the initiative, slipping his hands up under Mary's sweater, unclasping her bra. He was getting more practice with that. Mary gasped as Chris's hands slid across her chest, and stomach, reaching around her back and pulling her close. Hearing her gasp like that was a thrill, a sign he was doing something right. But soon Mary started undressing him. He tried to even the score, and got her to take off that sweater at least, but soon Mary had him down to just panties. And she slid those down off his hips without hesitation, because they were in fact her hips, her panties, and nothing that lay underneath was unfamiliar to her.

Chris lay back on the wrestling mat, as Mary climbed over and around him, kissing his neck, kissing those pillowy breasts, kissing a ticklish line down his stomach, kissing those thick thighs. Chris paid attention as closely as he could, knowing that Mary was showing him exactly what she liked, knowing that in her body, Chris would like it too.

At last Mary reached Chris's slit. Or it was really Mary's slit, though at this point Chris had experienced things with it that Mary never had. Chris felt her hot breath before he felt the teasing lick along his swollen lips, and then between them, where the moisture was building up, where the pressure was mounting. Mary's hand gripped the muscle of his leg as she carefully slid her tongue across his clit. Again, her caressing tongue felt electric against his sensitive nub, and the next time she teased his hole as well.

Unlike Chris, Mary knew what she was doing, and despite how gently, patiently she was building him up to it, Chris was soon approaching an orgasm like none he had experienced yet.

"Oh god! I'm about to cum!" he gasped. He reached down and could just barely grasp the top of Mary's head, trying to press it into his crotch that much more, not that Mary needed the encouragement. He lifted his hips to meet her mouth, and then lost all control. His hips bucked, his knees shook, and he couldn't seem to get a good breath, as the orgasm lit him up from head to toe.

Mary hung tightly to him through the storm of his ecstasy. Only when he stopped writhing and trying to fuck her face did she let go. When she stopped eating him out, he collapsed on the wrestling mat, his sweaty back sticking to the vinyl. Mary leaned up, grinning with pride. Chris felt about ready to pass out, though he knew it wouldn't be wise to do so naked in the wrestling room. They'd lucked out so far, and hadn't been disturbed, but that wouldn't last.

Chris still hoped this would be his last day of being a woman. But he was glad he'd been granted this second day in Mary's body, because otherwise he would have missed out on what had just happened.

Mary Masturbates.

Mary licked her lips. She'd tasted her juices before; who hadn't? But this was different. Knowing exactly what would work on her body, she had brought Chris to a humongous orgasm. Mary felt good about that for multiple reasons. If Chris was sexually satisfied, hopefully he wouldn't fuck anyone else. And she was hoping that she and Chris would pair off in the end, and giving him an intense orgasm probably helped ensure that. And lastly, since she had shown Chris what her body liked, maybe he would reciprocate sometime, when this was all over.

It hadn't done much for herself though, leaving her feverish with arousal and dripping wet. But that was okay. Mary had other plans for Theresa's body today. She was still mad at Theresa for everything she'd done yesterday. First Theresa had lied to her, and claimed to be Chris. Then Theresa (in Chris's body) had fucked Mary's body unprotected, taking Mary's virginity in the process and possibly knocking her up. That had been a double betrayal, because she had tricked Chris into it, and she'd gotten to have sex with Chris first. And Mary resented that Theresa had possibly gotten her pregnant without Mary getting to feel what that was like. Now in Theresa's body, Mary had the perfect chance to turn the tables.

She gathered up the clothes that Chris had taken off of her, and started getting dressed again.

"Oh right," Chris said. "Should I take a morning-after pill, because of yesterday? I thought I could just leave it for you to figure out today, but; "

Mary froze for a second. On one hand, the contraceptive would be just one sin to add to her tally, and she wasn't planning to settle up with God until all of this was over. On the other hand, she wasn't certain whether she wanted it or not. Maybe having a baby from what happened yesterday would be appropriate punishment for it. Or maybe; it would take a paternity test to sort out which brother's sperm had done it, and Chris would probably do the right thing by her regardless. Maybe having a baby would be a blessing.

"Don't worry about it, I can sort it out tomorrow," she said. Though she knew that things might be back to normal tomorrow, or they might not, if today was any indication. If she didn't take the pill tomorrow, things could be too far along already by the time she could. But she had another day to sort out her feelings on the matter.

Chris was getting dressed as well, but Mary knelt down behind him to help get the bra back on. With that done, she gave him a kiss on the mouth, juices still on her chin, and left.

At lunch time, Mary found Paul outside at a picnic table.

"Paul?" she asked cautiously.

"Yeah, it's really me," he replied. "I can't believe I ended up back in my own body, given what happened to everybody else."

"Same here," Mary lied, letting him think that she was Theresa through and through.

"Oh you ended up back where you started too?"

"Yeah," Mary said. "I feel bad for Chris and Mary. But they're sure to be sorted out tonight. Third try's the charm."

"Theresa, I'm sorry that I gave your virginity away, and I'm sorry that it was with Mary," Paul said.

"I get it, I wasn't in my right mind either," Mary joked. "And um; the only thing I regret about that is that I wasn't there to experience it. So do you think; would you want to try it again, but from the other point of view?"

He got up from the picnic table eagerly and chucked the remains of his lunch into the trash bin. Mary took him by the hand, entwining her fingers with his. To pull this off, she had to be convincing, without reservation. She pulled him over to a storage shed. Putting her shoulder into it, she pushed the door open. It was musty and dark inside, but it was private, and had enough space for them to do their thing.

Mary turned to Paul, putting her arms around his neck and hissed him hungrily. That hunger was real, she'd been feeling it since she woke up, and had intensified it when she ate Chris out; eating out her own snatch. In no time, they stripped off all their clothes, and Mary had Paul lay down on the hard floor. She knelt between his legs and gave his erection a lick.

But that wasn't all she wanted out of him. She moved up, straddling his waist, making out with him again, pressing her crotch down on his until she felt the nudge of his member against her.

"Hey, do you have those condoms I bought for you?" Paul asked breathlessly.

"No, I threw them all out. I don't believe in contraception, remember?"

"You didn't believe in sex before marriage either, until yesterday."

"Like you said, until yesterday," Mary said, trying to shut him up with a kiss. She reached down and lined the head of his cock up with her slit, pressing just the tip to her hole. She could tell how eager he was, his hips rising to penetrate her just a bit.

"You could get pregnant from this," Paul said, though his body had fewer reservations about it.

"I know," Mary said, as she sank down on him, taking more of him within her. "I'm counting on it."

"Oh my god," Paul moaned, and Mary moaned right along with him. She'd never felt this before, never felt a cock sliding in and out of her, let alone one bearing life-sparking seed. Riding on top of him, she could control just how slow or fast they went, just how deep he slid into her, and just how much of him she let slide out again.

"Oh Theresa! Are you sure about this?" Paul asked. "This is for real. This is oh so real."

"Yesterday was real too," Mary said, as if she was one to talk. Paul had played it relatively safe the day before. "I; I'm cumming!" She said, as it almost took her by surprise.

"Ung," he grunted, as he felt her vaginal walls contract around him. But Mary knew he hadn't cum yet, because she'd know for sure when he did. She stopped for a moment, sitting heavily on his lap and letting her orgasm run its course before she began riding him again.

He had held out through her orgasm, which was more than she had expected, but it wasn't long after that, when his breaths turned to gasps, and she started to feel his rod swelling inside her.

"Theresa, are you sure you want my sperm inside you?" he managed to ask, but Mary could tell he didn't have long to decide.

"Oh Paul, yes! I want it!" Mary urged him on, close to another climax. "Make me pregnant! Make me yours forever!"

She felt him swell up even more, his arms around her tightening, the head of his cock pushing as deep into her as he could get.

"Oh Theresa!" he cried, as his semen first shot out and deep into her, coating Theresa's cunt.

Mary finally got to feel a man cumming inside her, and it was everything and more. Every time she felt him swell inside her, his flesh expanding outward against hers, her whole body, Theresa's body, squeezed back against him, contracting, constricting, convulsing as she felt him pour more of himself into her, until she'd taken all he had to give.

Then Mary collapsed on him, spent and full at the same time. Her knees felt wobbly and limp against the gritty concrete floor of the shed. She didn't care about the moldy air, she needed to catch her breath after that.

"I love you, Mary," Paul said.

It took Mary a second to realize what he'd said, and another second to realize that he hadn't been fooled by her attempt to trick him into thinking she was really Theresa. She wasn't ready to lift her snatch off his cock, but she did tense up a bit with worry.

"How did you know?" she asked. "Was it something about the way I had sex?"

"No, I knew because I share a bedroom with Chris, and I could tell Chris wasn't really Chris. Theresa woke me up by sucking on my cock."

"I'm sorry for lying to you," Mary said.

Paul laughed. "You didn't convince me, so no harm done."

"Are you really in love with me?" she asked.

"I don't know, with all the endorphins, it felt like the thing to say," Paul said.

Mary relaxed again on top of him, and squeezed him in as much of a hug as she could. She had gotten what she wanted, revenge on Theresa, and she'd gotten so much more out of it than she'd even expected. She felt full of warmth and contentment.

Hopefully that night, she'd be back in her own body, and then sin be damned, she'd go on birth control right away if it meant experiencing something like this again.

Christopher s climax.

Chris had seen from afar when Mary went up to Paul at the picnic table, and he had watched the pair walk off, hand in hand. Even at a distance, Chris could see the affection between them, and when they snuck into the shed, he feared the worst. So he had watched the scene unfold, through a corner of the shed's dusty window.

Something sank in the pit of his stomach as he watched them undress. Chris thought he and Mary had something special. "If it'll keep you out of trouble" she'd said, but then she'd gone looking for that trouble himself, without him. And it wasn't an isolated incident either. Mary had fucked Paul first the day before too. Her first time with a woman had been with Paul, and her first time with a man had been with Paul, and Chris was starting to feel jealous.

Now every time Paul tightened his grip on Mary's hips, every time Mary's should blades rose and fell, every time her cry of pleasure could be heard through the window, Chris could tell that Paul was erupting inside her, even though that was happening deep within the join of their flesh. Because Chris knew that feeling firsthand, his mind flashing back to yesterday when he'd had that same cock inside him, fertilizing him with the same sperm.

"Don't they look beautiful together?" Theresa said, looking over his shoulder. She was in Chris's body again.

"It should have been me," Chris said softly, despondently.

"Which one? Him or her?" Theresa asked.

It was a good question. Chris still wanted to wake up tomorrow and be himself again, and he wanted to share that version of himself with Mary, like Paul just had. At the same time, he envied Mary too. Visions of the day before flashed in his mind, when it had been Chris on the bathroom counter, Paul's cock sliding deep inside him, with Mary commanding it. And that first time, with Theresa. She had tricked him into it, but they had climaxed together all the same, and he'd felt things he never had before.

Inside the shed, the post-coital couple had collapsed on each other.

"Show's over," Theresa said, putting an arm around him. "Let's go somewhere else."

Chris let her lead him, and the idea of fucking Theresa, which he would have rejected an hour ago, started to make a lot of sense. As jealous as he'd felt watching Mary on top of Paul, it had also excited him, and now with Chris feeling bitter about what he'd seen, fucking Theresa seemed like a good way to get those frustrations out of his system.

They were backstage in the high school theater, where only a few safety lights were on. The theater kids wouldn't show up until later in the afternoon. Theresa started taking off her clothes; Chris's clothes; and Chris realized to his surprise that whatever hormones were happening inside Mary's body, however her neurons were hosting his mind, he was, at least right now, attracted to men. Or at least to his own body, with Theresa in it. He walked up to her, and ran his hands across her chest, her broad, manly shoulders. He slid one hand behind the muscle of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, the unshaved stubble bristling against his cheeks.

Then Theresa started to disrobe him. They hadn't gotten to see each other completely naked the day before, they'd just pulled down their pants and done the deed. This time she lingered on his chest; on Mary's chest; with its full bust, freeing from that pesky bra, and fondling the mounds of his breasts. Not in the awkward star-struck way that an actual boy would have, but the way of someone who normally has breasts and remembers what feels nice. Theresa leaned over and kissed him on the neck as she started stripping him from the waist down. She laid him on the floor and there in the shadows, he felt a slight chill when she pulled the damp panties from his mound, from the wet slit between his legs. But he wasn't cold for long, because Theresa soon had her face there instead, carefully keeping the stubble out of the way, as she licked him, as she sucked on his clit.

Chris was on his way to a roaring orgasm, the blood starting to pound in his ears, but neither of them wanted it to end this way. He sat up and kissed Theresa again, tasting his juices, Mary's juices, on her lips, on his lips. And then he rolled her onto her back, and climbed onto her lap. This was what he'd seen Mary do to Paul, and now Chris wanted to try it, and to even the score. At first he just pressed his slit against the erection nestled between them, rigid and hot with blood flow. He slid his slit up and down the length of it as he and Theresa hungrily made out behind the theater backdrop. And then, as if inevitable, he felt the poke of the cock head against his hole, and he pushed down on it, a little at a time. The sensation of having female anatomy was still so new, let alone the feeling of having an erect cock penetrating his vagina, that it every fraction of an inch deeper it went was a fresh sensation, and almost overwhelming. But when he took her cock; his cock; all the way inside of him, there was a perfect feeling of fullness, of snugness, of his clit pressing against her flesh when they thrust into one another.

"Chris, I'm going to orgasm soon," Theresa warned him. "You're in control of whether I ejaculate inside you or not."

"I; I know," Chris said, focused on the symphony of sensations between them.

"If I do, it's going to be your sperm meeting Mary's egg," Theresa said.

But that was the conundrum. He was doing this in part because he was mad at Mary, and yet getting even might mean getting Mary pregnant with his child. Chris felt like he just couldn't win. And the damage might already be done, since he'd already taken his sperm and Paul's sperm into Mary's womb the day before. But he couldn't think all this through with his orgasm approaching fast.

"Chris, I'm seriously about to; " Theresa only got that far before Chris felt everything inside him clamp down on her as his climax came suddenly, and Theresa lost what little control she had left. Chris felt the semen gushing into him, as if Theresa had been holding back the floodgates. As they both came together, in a magical moment their bodies synced up, Chris's vaginal spasms milking the vital fluid out of Theresa's cock; Chris's own cock, and the feeling of that swelling, that warmth pouring into him, touching off another aftershock. Chris held on for dear life, or maybe for new life, as their bodies used each other to the fullest.

It was several minutes before Chris felt like moving again. He didn't feel raw or used up like he did after masturbating Mary's snatch. He felt well used perhaps, but like a well-oiled machine, or like he'd just had the best work-out of his entire life.

"Thanks," Chris said, getting the frumpy sweatpants back on.

"Hey, if we're still; if I'm still you and you're still her tomorrow, want to do this again?" Theresa asked.

Chris still wasn't sure what he'd do if he was going to be living in Mary's body long-term. But he knew he wouldn't say no to that. Hell, if he was going to be Mary the rest of his life, he'd be happy having sex like that with Theresa as long as she'd have him. Maybe even mothering a child, if it came to that, a matter that might already be set in motion.

"Absolutely," he said.

That evening, the four of them got together again. Paul brought the book, but since he was already back in the right body, he didn't chant the spell with them.

The Third Morning: Mary s next move.

Mary awoke the next day in a male body again, but this time it was Chris's. She looked over to the other bed, where Paul was sleeping. She wondered if Paul would still be into her today, or if he'd still be into Theresa's body. But she also had to figure out who was in her body this time. If she didn't get whoever that was, to take a morning after pill today, it might be too late by the time they got all this sorted out.

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