ROMANCE: Mars And Venus (Second Chance Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories) (Contemporary Romance, Out of Body Experience) (3 page)

Vera rolled her eyes. “Sure thing, your bitchiness,” and she got out of bed, flexing and stretching her spine so that her cock jangled from left to right as she swerved, and Mark stared at it for a moment, beginning to grow wet between the legs. On second thought, he did sort of want the d, but he knew if he relented now it would set a bad precedent.

Vera grabbed a handful of Mark's crumpled man clothes from the dresser and walked naked down the stairs with them, and stepped into the shower, where just the night before she'd had her cunt pummeled with the exact same cock she now had soldered onto her waist.

It was interesting being a man. She'd never really thought about it up to this point, but having a cock made her feel surprisingly powerful.

She let the hot water cascade down along her muscular male body, experiencing for the first time what it was like to be a man. She flexed the muscles in her arms as though lifting some imaginary weight, and felt endlessly satisfied with the pumping up of veins as she curled the forearm up and down. Then she placed the palms of her hands on her flat, boobless chest, rippling with muscles and ridged as she slid down past the six-pack abdominals.

Before long she was at the treasure trove, considering the main attraction for the first time in earnest. Long, hard, veiny, and sticky, and burning- like she had to piss, because technically she did after waking up after a full night's sleep with a full bladder. But there was of course plenty of sexual desire involved, and she savored the sensation of her fingers wrapping around the meaty thing,  pulling up along the slick, wet shaft, hot and glorious as the purple head receded into the folds of the skin, and then slowly pulling it back down to the base of her pelvis, holding it there so that the cock was at its longest and fullest, burning with sensation, and after some time a little dribble of pre-cum came jizzing out.

She was curious, and dipped her thumb in it, and tasted it. There wasn't really much to taste, but she loved it. She'd tasted plenty of Mark's cum in the past, but there was something bizarrely erotic about it being her own manly fluids she was tasting. She squeezed out another little dab, and placed a finger against her tip, and stretched out a long, milky thread, studying the substance- did men secretly walk around with this sticky jizz all over themselves all day?

She put her fingers up to the spray of the water and let the cum wash off of it, then placed her fingers down against her testicles, feeling them up very, very curiously. She jostled the balls around inside her nutsack, and it was like the most goddamn weird thing she could have imagined. It was like the little fuckers weren't even really attached to her body, they were just floating around in their little fleshy sack- and wait until the day progressed and she discovered them receding up into her body, shriveling like a prune for no apparent reason.

But, at this point in time, she thought,fuck it,I've tortured myself long enough, and she started pumping away at her body.

Mark could hear her from the bedroom, the loud, crass, and brutish slapping of her fist against her pelvis,KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP KLP,and he rolled his eyes, stuffing the pillow over his head to try and drown out the sound.

Could she havebeenany more obvious about what she was doing??

For the first time in her life, Vera had her first male orgasm. The intense buildup, burning, burning, burning, welling over, the most perfect, molten sensation in the world, up, up, up, up, up, up-

And, WHAM!

She held the skin pulled all the way back, so far she thought she was going to rip it off somehow, and the semen came shooting out the tip, feeling unbelievable.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh God!”

Seven or eight long, sticky blasts, shortening as they progressed, shooting rather willy nilly all over the place (pun most definitely intended) with none of the control she imagined a cock to have all those times she'd scolded Mark for getting pee all over the toilet seat. It splattered against the wall, against the shower curtain, and for all the anticipation that had come before it, it lasted about ten seconds.

“The fuck?” said Vera, staring at the milky little globs still seeping sadly out her tip, “That was it?” She was used to having much, much better orgasms than this, and now that it was over, she could feel herself going rapidly limp, the prospect of getting excited again seeming distant and uninteresting.

“Oh well,” she said naively, “At least I got sex out of the way for the day... That wasn't so hard, Mark, now was it? There's no excuse for your grabbiness if getting past your sexual desire isthat easy for a guy...”

But then she finished showering. She dressed, combed her hair in about one one-hundredth of the time it normally took her, and almost instantly things got a lot, lot harder...

It was like walking out and stepping instantly into a world of sexual stimulus, constant, widespread, and everywhere. Everything around her was suddenly a target for sexual intercourse-literally everything.

A female jogger ran by in leggings and a sports bra, and she found her mind going blank, gazing in awe at the bouncing brunette ponytail, the tan, glazed skin, its perfect contours, smooth edges, the little black fleck of a belly button inhaling, exhaling with her breath, her body slick with sweat,just like in sex!,her tits jiggling in that skimpy little sports bra, a vast amount of cleavage peeking out at her, the breasts colliding together, smashing into one another tenderly, plummeting back down, bouncing, her cheeks puffing in and blowing out with her hot, intense breath,just like in oral sex!,and those luscious thighs scraping past one another, oh God, think of the friction, and that little triangle of fabric at her crotch...

The woman gave Vera a dirty look as she passed, and it suddenly occurred to Vera that she was a man now, not a woman, and that staring at a woman as she passed by jogging was nowhere the innocent encounter it had been when she was a woman- it was now inherently predatory...

She swallowed hard as the jogger passed her, that juicy, luscious ass jiggling in her wake. There was some sort of text inscribed across the seat of them, and she tried to be pretending to try and read them, but of course watching the ass cheeks rotate was her true goal...

God, what a fine piece of pussy, she found herself thinking, and suddenly she was shocked. What the hell was she saying? How the hell had she come to objectifying her own kind so blatantly?

She blinked, hard, trying to remember where the hell it was she was supposed to have been going.

She realized she'd not had any destination in mind whatsoever, and she decided to make a trip to the store to buy some- uh- beer, she guessed.

Christ! She didn't even know what to buy for groceries as a man...

She kept walking, trying to focus on the task at hand, but those glazed titties, that plump, thrusting ass kept popping up in her mind, thrusting and pumping and jiggling and wiggling and...Fuck! She was in a stable, committed relationship, wasn't she? With Mark- who was currently possessing her own body somehow... And she was... Committed sexually to her own body? Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

She turned a corner and came across a billboard advertising milk- featuring a supermodel in a bikini sporting a milk mustache...

Suddenly, in her mind, it wasn't the milk that had given her the mustache...

The model was on her knees, wrapping her hot, luscious lips around Vera's cock, and Vera had hold of her by the back of the head, slamming the little slut into her body,WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM,deep-throating her, letting the juices from her mouth and throat flow like wild-

No! Christ! Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Everywhere she looked she suddenly saw sex- holes in the ground, two birds mating in a bush- hell, bushes themselves were suddenly making her think of pubic hair...

Her head was spinning by the time she at last made it to the grocery store, and the instant she walked inside she was assaulted with a rack of pornographic magazines, with sexy stickers covering up naughty bits; or else her gaze fell to women's magazines whose every issue promised the best orgasm ever, and she had to resist not to tear these all open, claw into them, staring, gaping at the images like a madman-

No! Focus, focus, focus, focus!

She at last procured the beer she'd come here to buy, and hurried up to the cash register to pay for it, fumbling for the wallet that was suddenly in her front pocket instead of in her purse, and her hand brushed against her cock as she pulled it out, making it tingle, and she opened the wallet to discover a condom Mark kept in there for emergency situations, and oh God, oh God,sex, sex, sex...

The cashier was an older woman- a cougar, she instantly assumed, and instantly the woman's clothes were off in her mind, and the two of them were naked, and Vera was laid down across the surface of the cash register, and the woman was straddling her waist with Vera's cock up her pussy, and her body was writhing on top of her, grinding, the lips of her pussy stretching around and around and around, and she was bouncing, and her tits were jiggling, and her cock was pressing up against the inside of her tight, tight jeans as she thought about it, burning, the semen dribbling out, and-

No! No, no, no, no! How the hell did Mark live like this all the time?!

Three

Mark, incidentally, was not doing all that well himself.

Oh God,he was thinking, what the hell did I do? I kicked Vera out?! Oh God... She's going to find someone better for her than me out there, I just know it! Christ, what an idiot I've been! Who would want me? She's just going to find someone prettier and smarter and funnier and younger than I am... Why didn't I just let her have her way? We could have figured it out after sex... Dammit, dammit, dammit!

He tried to contain himself, but he just couldn't stop thinking of Vera, wrapped in an encasing of beautiful woman, piled all on top of one another in every skin shade, pale and tan and deep dark chocolate, writhing around all over her, their heat melting them together, their limbs wrapping around her...

That was his job, dammit!

And suddenly, he thought of Vera, in his body, completely naked, crawling up onto him, wrapping him in her arms...

God, the pronouns in this fantasy were really killing him...

But suddenly, he felt aroused. He was getting incredibly moist between the legs at the thought of himself fucking himself, anxiety about the overall situation be damned, and he decided that maybe it might just be about time to inspect his newly acquired femininity...

He plunged his fingers down between his legs, and felt up the tight, pink meat of his pussy-

And he shuddered...

“Ohhhhhhh... Christ!” It was far, far, far more sensitive than he'd imagined it, and he savored its texture and its warmth as he pressed it around, exploring the contours of his juicy coochy, pressing into the little pink nub of his clitoris, and-

Holy fuck!

Suddenly he remembered something, his breasts heaving with the sensation as the feeling raged through his body, and he scrambled for the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out Vera's vibrating marital aid.

Hellllllll yessssss....

If he couldn't have his own meaty cock between his legs, he supposed he'd have to settle for a buzzing plastic one instead.

He inspected the thing for batteries, and turned it on at full blast- a rookie mistake for men who have suddenly and inexplicably transformed into women and wanted to experience their first female orgasm with the aid of a vibrator. It was rattling in his grip like a fucking chainsaw by the time he plunged it into his body, and by the time it was all the way in, it was too late for him to realize his mistake.

“Oh Christ, oh Christ, oh Christ, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FFUUUUUUUCCCKKK!”

The damn thing was stirring him up inside, tearing him apart with sensation, humming so steadily that he thought the bed would start rocking beneath him. His knees closed in to one another to try and contain the agony, his toes curled into he sheets, as did his fingers. The orgasm ripped through his body like a wildfire, raging up from his cunt, and sending convulsions in thick, intense waves through his form,“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,”and he tore his fingers from the covers and cupped them to his breasts, as though somehow bracing himself for the earthquake, but nothing could have stopped him, and he writhed in pleasant agony in the sheets, numbed, his head spinning until he didn't think he could take anymore, and at long, long last, he pulled the thing out of him, letting it roll to the floor and buzz along across the carpet.

He collapsed back on the bed, his tits heaving, the sweat pouring down along his form, making him cold, shivering as the cool air of the room prickled against his skin.

And then the door clicked open.

He sat bolt upright in bed, his heart thudding like a drum in his chest, thinking that it was an intruder coming to take advantage of him-

But no- It was Vera!

“Vera! Oh God!!! I've missed you so, so much!”

Vera looked at him, and then smirked down at the dildo buzzing across the floor. She walked over, picked the slick thing up from off the ground, and clicked it off. “Well, it looks like you've been managing...”

Mark couldn't help but grin. “Didn't you grow up learning to share your toys?”

Vera smiled softy, and then a serious expression came over her- his- her- whosever face. “Mark... I owe you an apology... I know we've had some issues, for a while, but... Well... I'm realizing now that being a man isn't as simple as I imagined it was. I was only out for an hour and I felt like sticking my dick in everything with a hole in it...”

“Wha- Youcheated on me?!” asked Mark, his eyes welling up with tears, his lip quivering.

“What? No! Mark, what I'm trying to say is- I guess... You can't really help having a wandering eye now and then... It's just... Your programming, I guess... And you've been faithful to me all this time despite being barraged with so much constant temptation... I can't pretend it's still all that gratifying to know that I'm not enough for you, but...”