Body Swap

I opened the stall door, and there was Megan, the girl who peed in the shower, waiting to see who was going to come out. I stared at her for a briefly. Then she walked away. She had an odd smirk on her face. I didn't know what to think, but I had a feeling that she heard what I was doing.

I followed Shelby's schedule for the rest of the day. I sat quietly in her classes so that I wasn't called to answer a question I did not know. I didn't talk to anyone unless they spoke to me first; I didn't know who Shelby knew.

At the end of the day, Shelby and I met in front of the school. I waited for her until I could see her exit the double doors. She held a textbook in front of her thighs. I was abruptly reminded of the insane situation my sister and I were in when I watched me walk toward myself. Instantly, Shelby was already nagging at me. "Why the fuck aren't you wearing a bra?"

"I didn't think it was that obvious," I responded.

"Your nipples are poking through the shirt," she exclaimed. "Where's the bra?"

"I couldn't figure out how to get it on," I explained.

She wrinkled her face and scolded me, "you're pathetic. You should't've even gone into the girls' locker room anyway. You could've told the coach you were ill and sat out the day. You're still a pervert ."

"And you still haven't gotten rid of your boner?" I replied. She said, "every time it got soft, it started getting hard again. Honestly, it's been hard most of the day, and it's starting to feel sore."

We walked the quarter of a mile to our house. We must've been quite a sight: a braless girl with bouncing boobs and hard nipples, and a boy with a fully erect cock.

We walked into the house together and went up to Shelby's bedroom, the room I woke up in that morning. "It's even worse when you stand in the light," Shelby noted. "What?" I asked.

She scolded, "your going commando. I still can't believe you did that."

"I didn't have a choice! I thought it'd be more embarrassing to you to ask someone to help me put on a bra." I responded with an elevated temper.

"How am I supposed to get this thing to go away," Shelby questioned, pointing at the bulge in her jeans. I looked at her and didn't respond. She continued, "It keeps getting hard at random times during the day. It's annoying." Shelby sat on her bed. She pulled her jeans off, then her boxers. Once again, her dick, as hard as a rock, pointed straight toward the ceiling.

I replied, "I usually...you know..." as I made a jerking-off motion with my hand.

"Ewww - I'm not doing that!" She shouted in disgust.

"Then find another way to get rid of it," I replied.

"Why does it get hard in the first place?" Shelby asked. I answered, "It gets hard when you have to pee really bad. It gets hard when you see something you're attracted to. It gets hard when you touch it a certain way. It gets hard when you think about it. Sometimes it gets hard for no reason. It's something guys have to learn to deal with."

"So it'll go away?" She quizzed. "Maybe," I responded, "but probably not. If you've had it all day, probably not. Not without...you know."

"What do you do with your cum?" she questioned. I glared at her and asked, "are you sure you haven't already touched yourself?"

"No!" she exclaimed. "The only touching I did was when I had to cram into a position where it wouldn't be seen." She paused. "Did you touch yourself? Did you finger my pussy?" she asked.

"I couldn't help it. It was wet, and I saw a bunch of naked girls today. I couldn't help it." I said solemnly.

"You're fucking disgusting," she added. "That's my body!"

"Yeah, but they're your hands too. And you're a hypocrite," I retaliated. "You were about to masturbate right now."

"No, I wasn't," she claimed. "Yes, you were," I demanded.

She sighed and considered her response. "Well, this cock is big, and I need it to go down. You said that that's what I needed to do, right."

I nodded. "I usually fill a condom, but I'm all out."

She hesitated, "I'm not going to do it. It's too nasty."

I said, "remember when you told me it was starting to get sore?" She nodded. "That's blue balls, and it doesn't go away until you cum. You've been aroused all day."

"You might want to take your shirt off too," I said. "No sense in leaving stains." She wrinkled her nose at me in disgust.

"Are you going to leave or what?" She asked. "I've seen it before, Shelby," I replied.

With her right hand she grasped the 7-inch cock, but she didn't move. She hesitated and glanced back at me. "I can't believe any of this," she said, "this is the most ridiculous and disgusting thing I have ever done in my life." She continued to whine, "I'm holding my brother's dick."

"At least you're using my hands and not yours," I said sarcastically. She wrinkled her nose at me again. She began to slowly move her hand up and down the shaft of the cock. She gripped it tightly. This was a mystifying moment for me. I was watching myself masturbate, but it wasn't me. My cock was being stroked, but I couldn't feel it.

She lay on her back with her head on the pillow. The expression on her face seemed uninterested and relaxed. She breathed regularly and lay still. She stroked herself cautiously and without hurry. She placed her left hand behind her head while her right hand was grasped around her cock. Her balls lifted and sank with every up-and-down motion of her hand. Her knees were parted so that her legs made a diamond shape and her feet were touching.

Gradually, she increased the speed of her fapping. Her hand now moved at a moderate pace; her balls rose and sank quicker to mimic the movements of her dick. Her facial expression appeared more focused and less relaxed. She closed her eyes to concentrate more on the wonderful feeling that was expanding inside of her. Her breathing became deeper, and her chest rose and fell quicker.

After several minutes of casual wanking, Shelby was now furiously pumping her dick up and down. Her balls were bouncing all over the place because she was jerking so quickly. She made a clapping sound with her hand every time she reached the base of her cock. The sexual pleasure building in her cause her facial expressions to be inconsistent and ever-changing: she altered between holding her mouth wide open, to sensually bitting her lip, to scrunching her nose and face. Every once in a while she let slip a soft moan with her masculine vocal chords.

She gasped for air, and her chest and face turned a pinkish color. I knew she was about to climax. The tip of the head of her dick leaked a small bit of precum, which oozed over her thumb and dropped into her pubes. Her left hand grabbed the pillow and squeezed. She yelped quite an audible moan and wiggled her knees about. Her cock abruptly shot ropes of cum that landed all over her body. Each rope shot with such a velocity and volume that it looked like it should have stung her skin when it landed. Two shots landed in her hair, one on her chin; six shots pooled on her stomach and into her belly button, and the rest dribbled down her cock, onto her hand and into her pubes.

As the thrill and excitement of her orgasm decreased, she stopped her stroking. She lay in shock and amazement. She held her hand up to view and wiggled her fingers around to show the rope of cum that stretched across four of her fingers. Cum lay pooled upon her stomach. He brushed her clean hand across her head to feel the cum that had made it all the way to her face. Her cock was shiny and glossy from the last bits of cum that had dribbled out of its head. Her black pubes were decorated with specks of cum. She lifted her dirty hand to her face to see what the jizz smelled like.

She sat up and the cum on her stomach oozed toward her cock. She looked at me with a bewildered look on her face. She didn't smile or frown, but from her expression, I could see that she had had one of the strongest orgasms of her life.

"That...that was fantastic," she mumbled trying to catch her breath. "You're so messy!" She exclaimed.

I handed her my towel, and she started mopping up her cum-covered body. While she cleaned herself, I became aware of the wetness in my pants. I placed my hand over my pussy and could tell that my shorts were soaked.

She looked at me and said, "are you gonna do it now?"

I nodded. Shelby moved from the bed, and I took her place. I lay my head on the pillow. I removed my shorts and threw them onto the floor. Shelby climbed onto the bed and slid my panties off. "Jesus," she murmured, looking at the large amount of pussy juice that I had leaked. She threw them onto the floor.

"Take off your shirt," she asked. I did, and my breasts met the cool air of the room, and my nipples stood erect.

I took my little, right hand and felt my pussy. It felt similar to how it did earlier that day in the girls' bathroom; it was warm, soaked, and gooey. I inserted two fingers just like I had earlier, but Shelby immediately stopped me. She leaned her head and stuck her tongue inside of my pussy. I promptly jumped at the shock of the intensity of the pleasure. Briskly, Shelby began wiggling her tongue around inside my pussy: in and out, up and down, and all around. The tingling in my pelvic area gradually began to grow.

Her tongue on my shaven pussy made smacking noises. She alternated between sticking her tongue inside like a snake and licking the skin like a dog. Each time she alternated, the pleasure multiplied inside of me. Each time she exhaled I felt her warm breath on my wet skin. Shelby quickened her tongue; I was no longer able to keep the lower half of my body still. I grabbed the back of Shelby's head so that I would not pull my pussy away from her mouth. When she grabbed hold of my legs tightly to keep me from pulling away, I moved my hands to my tits and fondled them as Shelby was licking me. My hard breathing caused my tits to rise and sink quickly.

I felt a wave of please coming across my body. It became stronger and stronger until it hit me like a giant wave of water strikes the beach. I was unable to breathe until I screamed a loud, ear piercing moan that, if anyone else were in the house, they would have heard. I squirted a large amount of clear liquid onto Shelby's face, and the pleasure was so great that I had to pull myself away from her mouth.

I crawled backward and she laughed. She had my cum on her face, and the bed sheets were stained; it looked like someone had spilled a small glass of water. Some of the female ejaculation was also thick and white, similar to a male's cum. Most of the thick stuff was stuck on my skin under my pussy. Shelby crawled up beside me. We lay quietly for quite some time, unsure of what to say to each other. The fan caused a breeze in the room that felt cool on my wet skin. The room smelled like sex, too. Eventually, Shelby fell asleep beside me, and her boner slowly vanished. I fell asleep shortly after her.