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Monday

By: BgMma



Ecco woke early in the morning. She didn't want to leave the comfort of her bed, but her father's drunken dozing was making her ill. She cringed as she moved, her unused muscles crying out in agony. She noticed the smears of blood dried on her thighs and sighed. She knew it was going to be a terrible day. Last night was bad, today would be worse.

She showered slowly, washing away the nights remnants. She was confused by her feelings towards her father. She loved him very much, but what had he done? What had she done? She gave up, knowing that he was going to take her no matter what. It may not have been last night, but it would have been eventually, and it scared her. She let him continue knowing it was wrong but unable to control herself. She felt nauseous thinking of what had happened. She was also curious at her behaviour. She had enjoyed a part of it, the closeness and the love. She had also resented the invasion and the audacity. He wanted her, but he had to be drunk.

What am I thinking? It was wrong, it was a mistake. Now what am I going to do about it? She purposely avoided her relection in the foggy mirror.

She got out and donned a robe to go downstairs, her brother already invading the cupboards for breakfast.

"You're up early, Dane."

"I know. I couldn't sleep. Amber is having a party tonight and I guess I am too excited to rest."

"There are going to be parents there, right?"

"Yeah. It's a bummer, but I guess that's the only way to go without getting in trouble."

"Smart boy."

"Boy? Hey, I am all man, lady!"

"Right. Go have a seat and I will make you something."

"I was going to have a Pop Tart, sis."

"Not for breakfast. I have seen you on sugar highs and I am not going to deal with it. I'll whip up some waffles that way I can use that new iron I got."

"Sure, sure. I'm gonna watch a video." He tramped off to the family room and popped in his fave. Which usually meant anything with Steven Segal. She busied herself with breakfast and decided to call her dad's office to let them know he won't be in. She knew he was going to be in bad shape and didn't want anyone to see him like that.

She had just finished calling him in when she heard moaning upstairs. She groaned inwardly knowing that the show was about to begin. She had wanted to avoid her father, but she didn't have much room for escape with living in the same house.

He looked terrible as he approached her, the smell of stale cigarettes, booze and sex hanging about him like an overcoat. His eyes were bloodshot and half lidded against the morning sun. She took a small touch of pleasure from his pain and quickly moved to avoid his eyes.

Roger sat at the table and put his head in his hands. He knew she didn't want to see him, but they had to get it out and over with. He looked up at her and tried to talk, but the searing stare turned him cold. She turned to take Dane's plate into the family room and didn't come back for quite some time. He sighed with resignation. He accepted that she was angry, but she told him it was okay. Yes, okay after you took her with force and stole her viginity, you twat. She didn't have much of a choice then, did she?

But she liked it. No, she liked being close to you, she didn't like being fucked by her father. She told me to keep going. She told me to stop. She put her legs around me. She fought against me. My God, what have I done to her? 

Roger pounded his aching head with his fist. Ecco didn't see him for which he was glad. She would have taken him to hospital immediately and no questions. There was nothing he could do to make it up to her. What could he do to ease her pain. Hmn, to ease your own pain is more like it.

He ignored the nagging in his mind and tired to look sincere when Ecco came back to the kitchen. He heard the back door slam and figured Dane had left already. He would see him later. Ecco didn't say much to him as he sat watching her. She sat a cup of strong coffee in front of him and went back to the sink. SHe finished drying the pan and put it away.

Roger tried so hard not to think about how she felt under him. So soft, so gentle. She didn't know what to do and he forced her to comply. She didn't have much choice. He felt the stirring in his loins as he watched her body move. She tasted so sweet. Too sweet to be real. It was real, he had seen her blood, but he couldn't be sure.

She sighed and leaned against the island. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was staring at the oven with feigned interest. She wanted to talk to him, but she couldn't bring herself to look at his face. She didnt' have long to wait for him to break the ice.

He went to her slowly, so afraid of scaring her. She closed her eyes at his scent. He still reeked of booze and sex. His hands were shaking as he reached for her and drew her into his arms. She didn't hug him. She didn't want to. She could feel his chest heaving as he wept his crocodile tears. She waited for the catch. What was it he wanted her to do? Forgive him? Sure. Forget it and start again. No. Love him like he loved her? Never again. To her, he didn't love her. He lusted for her. No longer was she his daughter. She was his lover. What else was there?

He hitched in his breath and tried to talk through his tears, his voice thick.

"I try very hard to keep you and your brother safe."

"I know."

"I am sorry for the mistakes I make."

"The mistake you made."

"Yes. That is what I mean. You never did let me get away with fogging you."

"Roger..."

"Wait." He noticed that she called him Roger. It was cold, but he knew why she did it. "I can't tell you how sorry I am for last night."

"You are sorry."

"I deserve that."

"Yes, you do."

"May I please finish?" She nodded and looked over his shoulder. "I have no excuses. I was very drunk and very hurt. Ecco, I am sick and I dont' know how long I have, but I want you to know that I went a little crazy knowing that I don't have long. I didn't want you to find out this way, but I have no other choice."

She smelled so good. He didn't want to hurt her again, but he could feel her again in his mind. Her legs around him, her hair in his hands, his dick.....my God, it's happening again.

He tried to put his thoughts elsewhere, anywhere, other than his daughter who smelled so good. Who felt so good. Who loved him so much. He took her quickly into his arms and held her tightly. She didn't fight and she didn't respond other than to breathe.

Roger felt her against him and he groaned. All her curves were surrounding him. His mind swam with the leftovers of last night. How would he be able to let her go? After all they shared she should be more dedicated to him. Who was it who held it together when her mother left?

Ecco felt him tense and knew he had come to a decision. What he would do next would tell her all she needed to know about how her family will change.

He crouched slightly and grabbed her under her ass so he could lift her up. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him in reflex. She didn't know what he was up to and she was too shocked to question him.

Her legs around his hips sent him to a new plateau. He hardened for her. His guilt kept him slow, but his desire made him continue. He drew in a deep breath filled with her natural scent. Her shampoo gave her a smell that was almost tasty. He sighed at the jasmine. HE had always loved that scent and on her it was intoxicating.

He leaned against the island to let her sit eye to eye with him. His breath was fast and heavy with lust; his eyes burning with passion. He touched her face, letting his fingers caress her cheek. He was so hot, so hot. 

Her eyes were wide and frightened. He had never reacted like he had since she had known him and she was scared to know why. Her hands were shaking as they grasped his shirt for balance when he leaned in to kiss her.

She dipped her head and his lips fell to her hair. He didn't mind. She shoved against his chest to get him to move away, but he stepped closer.

"Dammit!" She shoved again.

"Ecco," was all he could get out before his need took over. He took hold of his shirt and tore it open sending buttons in a shower to the floor. She saw this and tried to scoot backwards. He was too fast for her and she was held down by his powerful arms in the small of her back. He held her there as he tugged his pants under his raving prick.

He grunted as he flipped her over. He wanted to see her as he made love to her. He wanted to see that he did care. How else could he show her now?

Her robe had parted to show her thick thighs and her full bush. So natural, so womanly, he thought as he pulled her to his crotch. She cried out as he pushed her down on him. He was too hard on her. She didn't want him like this. Why couldn't he just be there for her?

He grinned as he penetrated her, the smoothness enveloping him with comfort. This is what love feels like, he thought as he pumped her. Even in the coolness of the kitchen he was sweating, his body still ridding him of pollutants.

She fought all she could without hurting him. She loved him, but even in her fear, she couldn't raise her hands to him. And as he took her she resigned herself to the fact that it was going to happen with or without her permission.

Roger felt so good inside her. There was no other place he'd rather be. The slick motions sent him sky high, his hips gyrating with increased severity. Ecco's feet were banging against his ass and the island was creaking with the force of his thrusts.

He could see or hear nothing. He was only aware of the comfort and pleasure he was experiencing. His balls clenched as he felt his release building.

"Ah, Jesus....aaaaahhhhh!" He jerked and shimmied as he filled her with hot come. He stayed in her soaking up all he could of her. She felt so good. How could he resist her when she felt this good?

He heard her. She was holding back her tears as she held her robe together. He slumped against her momentarily and shot to his feet. He had to pull out of her to gain his footing. The slurp of his withdrawl sickening to his ears.

Ecco slid off the island and stood for a moment. She got herself under control and slowly exited the kitchen. She did not look at her father as she went.

He watched her as she went, the sound of her bedroom door closing quietly the signal that he could let out a tortured breath.

He put his head in his hands and slid to the floor. He sat and cried, the empty kitchen echoing his shame.

"Oh, God...." 

Monday



Susan hid deep in the back of the closet, behind the shoes and the baskets filled with dirty laundry, burying her quivering self under piles of closet-things, breathing hard into her mother's long dresses. She didn't recognize the deep voice of the man who had entered their kitchen this morning, interrupting the cinnamon toast and Cocoa Puffs breakfast she was having while her mother, tired but smiling at the other end of the table, drank coffee from a jelly jar. 

She had school today and, for once, she was going. Her mother had promised, and had even gotten up to braid her hair and wash a bowl and spoon to make her breakfast. Susan normally ate whatever she could make for herself on Monday morning—a piece of bread, crackers, cookies if she could find them, with water that she could get from the tap. The milk jug was still too heavy for her to lift. 

She never went to school on Mondays, but today was the holiday party, and her mother kept her promise, grumbling only a little instead of yelling when Susan had pushed and prodded her off the couch. Susan's heart thudded in her little chest, her breathing just beginning to slow and normalize as she strained to hear a sound, anything beyond the walls of the closet. Everything was muffled from here, kind of like when she held her breath and slipped under the water in the bathtub. 

Would he hurt her? Susan's breath went away at the thought.

He had filled the kitchen, blocking the sunlight he'd let in when he entered. She could still see her mother's face, drawn and pale, her mouth meshed into a thin line at the sight of him filling the doorway.

"You owe me, Jennifer," was all he said in that rough voice she didn't know. 

Susan knew there would be no school again today when her mother said: "Go to your room, Sue, and don't you dare come out. I mean it or I'll get the belt, I swear I will."

So she went, hiding in the closet behind her mother's clothes. Her own clothes filled the dresser next to the twin bed she and her mother shared sometimes—although more often than not, her mother slept on the couch. 

She remembered everything; although she would claim then and years later that she saw nothing. 

First, she heard the scream, shrill and fast, almost as if it hadn't happened at all. Fear kept her there a moment, and then concern for her mother made her creep out of the closet on stocking feet. 

She remembered the smell of cinnamon toast, the feel of the wall on her hand, cool and rough, as she made her way down the hall toward the living room. 

She remembered the angle of the doorway to the kitchen and standing next to the sofa that her mother had been asleep on less than an hour ago. Susan could see only their heads as they lay on the faded, dirty linoleum, his face obliterating hers, his teeth clenched, his eyes closed, one of his hands holding both of hers above her head. 

He was moving on top of her, making small noises, but her mother was silent beneath him. Susan was afraid to stay, afraid of being caught there seeing something strange, something she knew she shouldn't be seeing. She was more afraid to go, and she stood there with the longing to see her mother's face, to know that she was okay. 

He cried out, a low, grunting noise, and stopped moving. She strained to see past him, around him, to glimpse her mother's face, needing to see her to reassure herself that this was okay, that she was all right. Susan held her breath until he lifted his head. For the rest of her life she would wish she hadn't seen the blankness in her mother's eyes that looked up at the ceiling, past him, past anything in this world. 

He was gone from her line of vision then, and it was just her mother, lying there motionless on the floor, a trail of blood running from the corner of her swollen mouth. Susan wanted to go to her, and would have, threat of the belt or no, if he hadn't laughed then. 

"Pretty good, Jen," he said, and something landed next to her mother's face with a sickening thud. A small paper bag. "Here's a little something extra. See you next week." 

Susan heard his boots on the linoleum and scrambled under the covers on the couch, settling into the indentation made by her mother's body in the night. She peeked out to look, her mother still on the floor, curled on her side now, staring at the bag. She heard the kitchen door slam, and her mother sobbed, picking up the bag and throwing it through the doorway into the living room.

Susan ducked under the covers until only her eyes were showing, waiting, watching. She would always remember the way her mother sobbed as she sat up, not bothering to pull her robe together as she stood. Tall and pale in the early morning light, her face was smudged with mascara and blood. She stood, head down, trembling and quiet for a moment. 

Then her mother turned and headed towards where Susan lay hidden beneath the covers on the couch. Afraid her mother would yell and bring the promise of the belt, she held her breath, paralyzed. She would remember forever her mother swearing, bending down to retrieve what she had thrown, and peering inside like a kid into a bag of candy. Her mother squealed and laughed then, heading toward the bathroom. 

Susan was never discovered by her mother on the couch that day. She crept back to the closet and fell asleep, awakening to her mother's voice calling her, asking her what she'd seen. Nothing, nothing, I swear it, Mommy, can I go to school, now? No, it was too late for school, but they could go to the park, and they did. Susan would also remember forever the feel of her mother's hands on her back as she pushed her, higher, higher, on the swings. Give me under, Mommy, give me under! And her mother would run under the swing, laughing through a mouth still swollen and beginning to bruise. 



Monday



He's been coming over on Mondays, while the kids are in school, and his wife and her husband are at work. He has a legitimate reason for being there--he's working on the house. Just an old friend helping out with drywall and trim. Taking care of some things her husband doesn't know how to do. Nobody even bats an eye; they've known each other for years.

She tries to sound casual and breezy on the phone when he says he's stopping over. "Sure, come on over, I'll be here." But since last Monday, she's anything but casual. Because last Monday, he invited her to go for a ride with him, and she went. 

She knew what he was asking; they both knew. It had been building between them for a long time. She told herself she was just going to kiss him, maybe make out a little bit. She'd always wondered what it would be like with him. It'll be fun, she thought, like being a teenager again. But she did a little extra shaving in the shower. Just in case. 

She ended up fucking him in the back of his truck. Never in all her fantasies about him did she imagine it would be that good. The deliciously filthy things he said to her. His mouth and hands on her, in her. His cock—-God, it was long and thick and beautiful. Made for her. She could spend hours licking it, playing with it. She wished it was hers. She wondered if his wife knew how lucky she was.

They parked at an empty construction site, but she felt so exposed, her pants pulled down to her ankles, her pussy bare and open for him. She was nervous and paranoid and half crazed with desire. "What if somebody drives by?"

"Don't worry," he told her, "Relax. The windows are shaded. Nobody can see in." 

"You know, there's no way I'm going to be able to come," she said, "I'm way too nervous. I feel too exposed here. I'm just letting you know."

He regarded her with amusement. "Okay. If you say so." 

Then he kissed her belly, moved farther down, licked her clit. She drew in her breath. "Wait! Stop."

He looked up. "Stop? Are you sure?"

"No, don't stop. Keep going." He laughed and kept going. 'No' and 'stop' are meaningless words where he's concerned and he knows it. He could do anything to her, say anything, and she would let him.

He made her come three times.

And now it's Monday again. 

She's nervous and jumpy, can't even figure out what to wear. She rejects several outfits—too sexy, too slutty, too frumpy. She doesn't even know if he wants her again. She's afraid he does, and afraid he doesn't. She wishes she could read his mind. Are we in Friends Mode or Lovers Mode today? Those are two different ways to be, and she hasn't figured out how to combine them yet. There's no handbook for this situation. Maybe there should be--The Complete Idiot's Guide to Committing Adultery with Old Friends.

She settles on her normal hanging-around-the-house ensemble--sweats and a T-shirt. She doesn't even have time to dry her hair or put on make-up before he's at the door. Oh well, she thinks, it's not like he hasn't seen my naked face plenty of times before. She doesn't even bother to cover up her zit. Probably nothing's going to happen today anyway, and maybe that's just as well.

He brings her coffee, and they chat in her kitchen. She stays in her chair and he leans against the counter. Okay, apparently just friends today. She relaxes. Her son will be home from school soon anyway. And honestly, she doesn't know if she can keep doing this. She's not in a bad marriage; she doesn't really have a good reason to be cheating. She wants to, that's all. Is that a good reason? She likes being with him, she likes talking to him, and she especially likes the way he made her feel in the back of that truck. She wants more. And she wants to stay friends with him. And she wants to keep her husband. And this is all too much to deal with today. 

But then he says, "Are you staying far away from me on purpose?"

Damn. She tries to laugh it off, keep things light. "Yes, I'm staying far away from you on purpose. Can't you tell? I tried to look as unsexy as possible today." She stands up, walks even farther away from him, nervously runs her hand through her damp, frizzy hair.

"Well, it didn't work." He's annoyed with her, she can see it in his face. "if you wanted to be unsexy, you should have done a better job covering up your tits."

His crudeness excites her and makes her nervous at the same time. But mainly it excites her. She looks down at her T-shirt, and yes, it makes her tits look good, and yes, she knew that when she put it on. She might be able to lie to herself, but he wasn't having any of it. 

She tries reasoning with him. "Look, I just can't, not today, not here. There are pictures of my kids all over the place.....you can understand that, can't you?"

He folds his arms over his chest. "Not really." He's clearly pissed, and for some perverse reason that makes him even more attractive to her. This is so bizarre, so surreal. Her old friend is mad at her because she won't put out. One of the nicest guys she's ever known is now being not-so-nice—-in fact he's being a little mean—-and it turns her on, makes her want to beg him not to be mad at her. She could see begging him for all kinds of things.

Instead she puts even more distance between them, goes back to her chair, pretends to be busy with her computer. She can't handle this. It's time for him to go. If he touches her now, it's all over, she's done for. She's practically frantic with the need to get him out of her house.

But he comes up behind her and grabs a handful of her hair, yanks it just a little too hard. She gasps with pain and pleasure. How does he know exactly what she likes? He bends over and kisses the side of her face, and her neck, hand still tangled tightly in her hair. She can't move, he's holding her down. "Sweetheart.....relax..." he whispers in her ear, and she shivers.

"I can't," she whimpers.

"Yes, you can," he murmurs, still kissing her. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to do." Didn't he say that in the truck?

His free hand slides down, cups her breast, pinches her nipple. She moans, and without even thinking about it, she spreads her legs. "That's it," he says, pushing them farther apart. "You want this, don't you?" He releases her hair, slides both hands under her shirt, unhooks her bra. "You've been thinking about this all week, haven't you?"

Her answer is barely a whisper: "Yes." Now both his hands are squeezing her tits, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. She tries to stand up, to turn around and kiss him, but he won't let her. Instead he slowly pulls at the drawstring of her sweats, loosens them, slips a hand inside. 

"Oh my God, you're so wet," he says, as he drags his finger up and down her slit. 

For the first time, she senses his need, too, and it makes her even wetter. "That's what you do to me," she tells him. "All I have to do is hear your voice, and my pussy is soaked." 

He starts to slide a finger in and out, then two, slow at first, then faster. She raises her hips to meet him over and over again, fucking his hand right there in her kitchen. She reaches blindly behind her, grabs a handful of his shirt for better leverage. "Don't stop don't stop don't stop," she moans.

"What's that?" he teases, "You want me to stop?"

"No!" she shouts. And explodes. She comes all over his hand, uncontrollably bucking her hips until she slumped in the chair like a rag doll, completely spent.

He stands up, gently pulls her T-shirt back down, kisses the top of her head. He finally lets her up, helps her stand on wobbly legs, and pulls her close for a hug. He has an enormous hard-on.

He kisses her cheek, her lips. "Now see? Nothing to be worried about." he asks. "I just wanted to put a smile on your face, that's all." 

She does smile, but checks the clock over his shoulder. She has about twenty minutes before reality comes crashing back in, delivered to her door in a big yellow school bus. She sighs. Why does life have to be so complicated?

She reaches down and squeezes his cock through his jeans. "What about this?"

"I'll take care of myself when I get home. I just wanted to make you feel good," he tells her. Is he for real? No guy has ever said that to her, not once in her entire life.

"Well, that doesn't seem fair," she says, squeezing harder. "How fast can you come?"

"As fast as I want, but isn't the kid almost home?"

She hooks a finger into the waistband of his jeans and pulls him into the living room. She pushes him down on the couch and kneels between his legs, pulling at his fly. "Almost, but not quite." Her new toy springs out, huge and hard and ready to play.

She licks the head and tries to get her mouth around it, but it's so big she just gives up and laughs. Seriously, does his wife have any clue how lucky she is? She stands up and steps out of her sweats, then straddles him. She looks him in the eyes as she pulls aside the crotch of her panties. "I'm going to fuck you now, okay?"

He smiles and says, "Hmm, I don't know, let me think about it..."

She slams herself down hard, gasping again at the sheer size of him. They both look down, transfixed by the sight of her cunt stretched tight around his huge dick. "Wow," she breathes, "look at that."

"I'm looking."

She begins to ride him, slow at first, then fast. She leans forward, her hair in his face, and says in his ear, "I'm probably not going to come again, so don't hold back, okay?"

He gives her that amused look again. "Okay."

She just wants to make him feel good now, she wants to feel his release. But his hands are everywhere—on her ass, her tits, tangled again in her hair. She begins to moan again, she can't help it. She kisses his face, his eyes, his mouth. "Oh my God, you are making me feel so fucking good." There's more she wants to say, but that'll have to do.

He's almost there, she can sense it. She closes her eyes, forgets about the clock, and explodes.



Monday Afternoon



It started with a few naughty emails at work.

goldengrace wrote: Thank you for lunch. I don't remember if I thanked you. So thank you. 

Quoting "Max" {MadMax} wrote: I SO wanted your pussy for lunch!

Quoting "Grace" {goldengrace} wrote: You would have enjoyed it. I'm dripping for you.

Quoting "Max" {MadMax} wrote: I will enjoy it as soon as I can get you downstairs and spread your tight bent over ass wide open to lick your dripping pussy.

Quoting "Grace" {goldengrace} wrote: With all due respect- I think I'll enjoy it more :)

Quoting "Max" {MadMax} wrote: You do have a point.

Quoting "Grace" {goldengrace} wrote: Well I'm more than ready to suck that beautiful cock of yours until you come down my throat...

Quoting "Max" {MadMax} wrote: You are too good to me. I am headed down now to see if the good room is open.

And a phone call. "I'm downstairs."

At hearing those words my pussy started to throb and drip. Given our situation we're often forced to fill our physical need for each other downstairs in the study rooms at work. It's dangerous. It's stupid. And we can't seem to help ourselves. I'm not sure if the threat of getting caught adds to the excitement for us or not but either way the quickies downstairs are deliciously forbidden, sexy and incredibly hot.

I rush to the elevator, my pulse racing and my panties dripping. I'm not sure if you're up for it or not. Sometimes we just hold one another and kiss, our reasonable rational sides winning out over lust...sometimes. But even so, just holding you for a while will provide me with much needed calm. 

As I enter the room I see you leaning against the table looking sexy as hell. When you glance up at me I can't break my gaze away from your intense steel blue eyes. Our bodies pull towards each other like two magnets and suddenly I'm in your arms kissing you, devouring you with my mouth. I feel your cock stir against my hip and my pussy drips in response. Your hands tangle in my hair, run down my back and cup my ass. You squeeze and press me harder against you and I feel your dick grow larger. I can tell it's pressing uncomfortably against the leg of your jeans and needs release. I'm more than willing to give it to you however you want it.

You reach down and roughly turn me around tugging at the button on my slacks as you do. 

"What are you doing?" I ask coyly, fully aware of your intent. 

"Unbuttoning your pants." You reply. "What are you doing?" 

"Letting you." I whisper.

You shove my pants and underwear down over my hips and bend me over the table as you begin to work on undoing your pants. I reach back, aching to feel you. As you pull your pants down your cock springs free and I grab your hot solid rod. The weight of you, your warmth and smooth skin, your solid thickness in my hand makes me groan- I need to have you inside me. 

You rub yourself along my slit, coating your cock in my wetness. You smack your dick upwards into me enjoying the wet smacking sounds it makes, telling you in no uncertain terms that I am very wet and very ready to be fucked. You waste no more time and plunge your cock into my soaked pussy. I'm so wet that you slide into me all the way in one thrust. We both moan at the feeling of your huge cock penetrating my tight little pussy. 

Grabbing my hips with both hands you begin to pound into me and almost instantly my pussy starts to contract around you, milking you, pulling your come out of you. You slow down, not wanting to come until I'm ready. I put my hands between my legs and finger my clit. I know this turns you on.

"Yes" you hiss in my ear "That's it." 

You remain motionless letting me fuck myself on your cock. I push back against you, my pussy convulsing and pulsing around your hard shaft. I'm so close- I just need you to fuck me. 

"Your pussy is convulsing." you tell me. 

"I can feel it." I groan. 

"Please, Grace, please come for me baby." you plead at me desperately trying to hold back the torrent that's been building inside you.

You gasp and growl then start to move inside me. You grasp my hips using them to pound me back onto your cock as you shove yourself deep inside me. I feel you swelling and pulsing as my cunt contracts around you and suddenly we both erupt. 

My legs are trembling, my whole body is paralyzed in spasm and I almost collapse back onto you as I feel wave after wave of my orgasm sweep over me. I feel you behind me still coming, still pumping your seed deep into my pussy. As our orgasms subside you slip from me and we quickly pull up our pants. I'm flushed red from head to toe and panting like I've just run a marathon. You look like you're about to pass out. We fall into one another kissing, enjoying the post sex high for a few minutes before we have to leave.

"I told you I was dripping for you." I say in an I-told-you-so voice. 

"If you weren't, you are now." You reply with amusement. 

"Right. I need to go to the bathroom before you start running down my leg." I say. 

I give you another quick kiss and head to the bathroom. This will give you time to leave so we don't end up coming back upstairs together. I hear you leave the room and feel you staring at me as you walk away. I'm sure we're not fooling anyone, but we haven't been fired yet. Yet. We know it's stupid but the chemistry between us makes us that way. Even once we can be together on a regular basis, I'm not sure there won't be days where we still need to sneak away for a quickie at work- and I kind of like that about us. 



Monday Again



(writer's note: I originally posted this in six parts on a blog. I hope you enjoy this and look forward to all comments. Thank You, ~J~)

What is it about Mondays? The weather is cold, dreary. So it must be time for a story.

Linda walked into the Bar & Grill carrying a book to keep her company. Julie had called just 5 minutes ago to let her know that she couldn't make the lunch date. Oh well, Linda was hungry, had the afternoon off and a good book.

The hostess sat her at the requested back booth and gave her the menu. When asked what she'd like to drink, she thought, what the hell, and ordered a drink. The waitress left to get her drink, and after deciding on a meal, opened her book and became quickly engrossed.

Linda felt the eyes on her and assumed the waitress was back. Smiling, she looked up into the greenest eyes she had ever seen. They were deep set into a handsome face. A man that she did not know smiled down at her. His black hair was slightly long, and hung over his high forehead. His lips looked soft - his white teeth slightly crooked, but a beautiful smile. He was clean shaven, and wearing a charcoal gray suit with white shirt and black tie. He looked too professional to be the manager. Linda looked at him quizzically, but still smiling.

"Hello. My name is Jim and I think we may know each other. The hostess said that you are alone, may I join you?"

Linda just stared at him. Who was this man? She'd remember those eyes anywhere and she was sure they had never met.

"You must have me confused with someone else.... I'm sure we do not know each other."

"Oh, we've never met, but we have chatted. I'm Jim - but you might know me better as MrReal."

"OH! Jim! What are you doing here? How did you know it was me?" They had met on a sex site but had only chatted. Linda and her husband were swingers, but no one knew that outside of the men they had met online. This man was someone that she had given up on meeting - he lived too far away. But oh, the conversations they had! He had the most wicked imagination and was able to get her wet with just a suggestion of what he would do to her. She vividly remembered his pictures and now blushed - or flushed? - with pleasure. His one and only face pic was in black and white and was offset. He had seen her face. And so much more. John, her husband, loved to take pictures of her with other men and of just her in sexual poses. Some were posted, some she only shared with the men she chatted with regularly. Some showed the kinkier side of her sexuality - Jim had seen them all.

"Sit, please! Why are you here? How....?", Linda stammered. The waitress brought her drink. She took a long swallow, a deep breath, and tried to relax her shoulders. Everything about this man excited her but she never played without John. That was the agreement. Chatting was one thing - sex was another. She was uncomfortable even being in the same place with a man that knew her so intimately without John. She raised her eyes to him and told him so.

"I know. I called John this morning. We talked for quite awhile about his fantasy. The one where you are with a man, and go home to him used. He told me where you would be today. He arranged for Julie to cancel a few minutes before your lunch. He told me that you should call him."

Linda just stared at him. She couldn't believe this! John never told her about this. She took out her phone and dialed John. He answered on the first ring.

"Hi honey! Like your surprise?", his laughing voice was all she needed to hear. "Listen, I know we hadn't really discussed it completely but you know this has been a hot fantasy for me, and I know that you really want Jim. My only request is that when you come home, you tell me everything and that you don't clean up at all. Your toy bag is in the trunk and so is the camera. I'll see you tonight."

Linda just stared at the phone. After a few minutes of discussion, she closed the phone and looked at Jim. Then she smiled.

"Well, I DID shave my legs today...."

~~~~~~~~~~

Linda and Jim ate the lunch they had ordered, finished a couple of relaxing drinks and talked. They talked about family, jobs, the government, the economy, religion - anything but sex.

Linda was so nervous that she ordered her third drink without even a thought. Usually two was her limit, and that was more than enough to loosen her up. She always thought of herself as a 'friendly' drinker: more likely to flirt, tease, dance - activities that were very hard for her when she was totally sober. More than three and she was an out and out slut - and knew it. So having three was rare and was reserved for very special occasions. She never drank more than two without John there.

But today was different. Today she was going to, for the first time in her marriage, be with an attractive, sexy man without her husband there. In fifteen years she had only been with John and only in the last six months had she had sex with anyone besides John. Sure, she had had 'cyber sex' with many men and some women - but not this.

Jim finally looked her in the eyes, his smile gentle and then he took her tiny hand in his large one.

"Are you okay? I don't want you to feel pressure, but I have to tell you that I can barely contain myself - I want you - now. I want to lick your breasts, I want to taste your pussy and your ass - just like we talked about. I want to feel every inch of you and explore those spots I've only dreamed about. I want to take you out of here now. Please say yes."

Linda looked into those gorgeous eyes. She too wanted to feel him, taste him and hold him. Slowly she nodded, licked her lips and said yes in such a way that she wasn't sure it actually came out audibly.

"Yes.", she said in a firmer voice, trying to sound calm, in control. Jim quickly took care of the check, came around the side of the table and took her hand. As she stood up, she suddenly felt the effects of the three drinks and swayed slightly towards Jim. His arm went around her, bringing her close. Looking into her eyes, he bent his head and gently, but firmly, kissed her.

The electricity between them was very real - raw need, chemistry, pheromones: call it what you will but it was there. Linda felt it in the dampness between her legs and could see the evidence in the bulge that Jim was trying to hide. They made their way to the exit and into the dreary cold of a rainy afternoon.

"I'll drive, if that's ok - my hotel is only a couple of blocks and I really don't want to let you out of my sight." Jim's rental was close to the door - he unlocked it and she slipped into the passenger seat. In the 5 seconds it took him to get in the drivers' side, she tried to even her breathing, but soon gave up. As soon as he got into the car, he started it, turned up the heat and turned to her. In one fluid motion, he took her face in his hands and kissed her with the pent up passion of too much talk, not enough action. He told her without words that she was going to give him everything he wanted and in return she would be totally and completely satisfied. When he finally pulled back, she looked into his eyes and just nodded her acceptance.

The drive to the hotel only took a few minutes. He retrieved her bag from where he had put it in the backseat and grabbed another one with a somewhat sly grin.

"You have your toys, I have mine." He laughed lightly. They went to the elevator and he punched in the floor number. Turning to her, he ran his hand possessively over her back and down over her butt, which he squeezed lightly. When the door opened, he led her to his room and opened the door with his key card. After they entered, he turned the lock but left the lights off.

They came together with all the pent up lust of 3 months of wanting. First they kissed, long, wet and with the sweetness of lovers. Their tongues explored, their teeth grazed lips, their lips searched. Her hands were holding the lapels of his suit coat, his hands were holding her head - his fingers entwined in her short hair. When he pulled his head back, he looked at her in the dim light and then starting at her hairline, placed light kisses all over her face. She felt her knees go weak with desire. Her hands were caught between them, he was in control and he planned on staying that way.

His hands started to stray downward - he ran them over her back and back up her ribs, brushing the sides of her full breasts. Then in a rather quick motion, he removed her sweater, bringing it up over her head, and immediately started to kiss the exposed flesh above her lacy black bra. Next his hands went to the button of her jeans and the button and zipper were no longer a barrier. As he continued to kiss the mounds of her breasts, he slid his hands into her jeans at the hips and started to slide them down over her firm round ass, her thighs were then exposed and then the jeans fell unheeded to the floor. Her black thong the only barrier to his searching hands.

She stepped out of her low heeled shoes and jeans and stepped closer to him. Her hands now around his neck, she sought his mouth with hers and felt it claimed by him. His hands never stopped moving over her soft skin. His murmur of delight barely audible to her ears.

Abruptly, he picked her up and carried her to the king size bed and lay her gently down. As he stood there, he tuned on the bedside lamp and took in every inch of her lovely body. She was in her forties, had two children and had the soft curves of a mature woman. Her breasts were full, her stomach rounded, her ass full and shapely legs completed the package. From her pictures he knew her but in the flesh, she was spectacular.

Slowly, he began to undress. She watched him remove his jacket and tie and put them over the back of the chair. Cuff buttons, and shirt buttons next, a glimpse of a strong chest with black and silver hair visible. Next he undid his belt, button and zipper. And stopped. He smiled at her and said, "undress me."

Linda got to her knees on the bed. She slowly slid her hands over his chest, reveling in the muscle she felt there, and pushed the shirt over his shoulders and down his strong arms. The shirt fell to the floor. She leaned forward and gently took each nipple in her mouth, in turn. His intake of breath her reward.

Her hands then went to the waist of his pants - for a moment she considered leaving his boxers in place, but decided against it. She slowly slid his pants and boxers over his hips, ass and down his thighs.

His erection was large, powerful, his desire right in front of her. Before he could stop her, and before he could step out of his pants she bent forward and gently took the head of his cock in her mouth. He reached for her head and to her pleasure and surprise, he slowly forced her head down onto his cock until she thought she may gag. He then pulled her off and said, "Not yet, my dear. We have much to explore and all afternoon to do it. Now, I think we need to rid you of the rest of your clothes." With that he reached behind her and unhooked the bar restraining her breasts. Slowly and deliberately, he slid it off.

He then paid homage to her breasts with his mouth and hands bringing moans of pleasure to her throat. When he had suckled his fill, he lay her back down and slowing traced his tongue over her belly and down toward her center - licking, sucking, through the lacy thong - his tongue promising delights to come.

~~~~~~~~~~

As Linda lay back, her whole being was centered, focused on what Jim was doing to her clit, through the thin lace of her thong. Suddenly, Jim pulled the flimsy material up tightly between her labia, increasing the pressure on her clit. He was kneeling on the floor with his upper arms pining her thighs to the bed. He maneuvered his chest in order to spread her thighs further apart in order to open he up completely to his searching tongue. She reached down with both hands to grab his head. He allowed that for only a few minutes then looked up at her with a grin on his face.

"You're not the one in control here, you know. But I think you may need help controlling yourself." With that, Jim reached towards the bag he had brought in with him. He quickly withdrew a pair of velro cuffs, and then held them up for her to see. Still smiling, he said, "Give me your wrists."

Smiling, she sat up and put her hands in front of her. He place a cuff on each wrist, checked for good circulation and then forced her arms behind her back - hooking the cuffs together.

"HMMM - I think that is a good start. But we both know that you need more." With that he reached back into the bag and brought out the ankle cuffs and straps. He quickly cuffed her and then secured her legs to the legs of the bed. Finally a blindfold came out of the bag, along with a ball gag and his favorite toy of all - a butt plug. He had more, but those were for later.

They had discussed this exact scenario in their chats. He knew that this was a fantasy for her - forced sex, forced orgasm, loss of control, being taken by a strong dominant man without pain or fear. As he placed the blindfold over her eyes, he saw the arousal mixed with some concern - after all, they had never actually met. This level of trust is usually earned over time, and she was giving him all of herself on faith that he was the same man she believed he was. He smiled again.

Legs spread wide, hands under the small of her back, blinded, she was literally dripping wet now. The thong she still wore was soaked through - her scent rising to great him - making him even more aroused. His cock felt like it would burst soon. He walked around the bed and pulled her head to the edge of the bed until her head hung over the side.

"Open wide.... ", and he thrust his engorged cock into her mouth - loving the hot wetness of her mouth, unable to hold back for long, he took her mouth- fucking it - watching her struggle to take all of him. "Relax your throat - breath through your nose - slowly - yes, that's the way - oh, God, your mouth is so good - there - suck harder - take it all!" With that he came deep in her throat while she tried not to gag with the large amount of cum that he forced her to swallow. She took every drop, and started sucking again, knowing that his now half hard cock would get hard as steel again.

"Ha, ha, no my little slut. I have much to do before I cum again. Don't worry, you'll feel my cock everywhere before this day ends and then I'm going to send you back to John full of my cum. Because you are my cum slut today and tonight he will fill you again. Today, you are going to be used like the slut you are and you are going to love all of it!" With that he put the ball gag in her mouth, ran his wet cock over her face and then walked away.

It was quiet. She wondered what he was doing, where he had gone. What would happen next? She strained to hear but only heard voices in the hallway, a TV on too loud and then the door opened and closed. She felt alone. Knew that he had left. She wasn't really worried - she knew he wasn't done with her. But she did wonder what he planned and felt a flutter of fear mixed with arousal. Her pussy was so wet, throbbing, needing release. Would he allow her a release soon?

With these thoughts going through her head, she was startled by the sudden opening and closing of the door. She tried to talk with the gag in her mouth, but could only mumble. Then she felt his hands on her breasts, rubbing, kneading, pinching her erect nipples.

Then the ice. He ran the ice cube over her nipples, making them even harder! The sensation on her hot skin was intense! But she knew this was only the beginning. She knew he had much more that he wanted, that he knew she wanted. How far would he go? How far could she go? She decided to stop thinking. She would float on the sensations - higher and higher - and give herself completely to him and these needs. Her last coherent thought as he continued his playing with the ice, was that John was going to love this story.

~~~~~~~~~~

Linda shivered as the ice melted slowly over her right nipple and then her left. Jim was merciless too - back and forth until the ice chip was completely gone. No matter which way she moved - right or left, arching her back or hunching her shoulders, Linda could not escape the coldness that was quickly followed by the heat of Jim's tongue as he lapped at the melted ice.

She heard the ice clink in the bucket and soon felt another chip being slowly dragged across her belly, down to her navel where he let most of it melt. He slowly lapped it up and repeated the process over and over. She thought she would go mad if he didn't stop! Her dripping pussy was screaming for his touch - and he knew it. Her release was still his to give, when he chose. She heard another clink of ice.

She felt him shift his position so that he was settled between her thighs, his elbows pushing gently against her. With one hand he pulled the thong tightly against her clit again and moved it back and forth to tease her. With his other hand he held the ice chip. He ran the chip up one side and down the other, briefly touching her hot, swollen clit, and then repeating the motion. Just when she thought she would cum just from this touch, he stopped. She whimpered with need. The ice dripped over her clit - her thong was hot and cold in turns - hot from her juices, cold from the ice. She heard him sigh and then inhale deeply.

"I love the smell of you. You have a wonderful mustiness that drives me crazy. This thong is in the way now, so off it must come!" He got to his feet and walked across the room to his bag. She could hear him rummaging through it and heard his satisfied grunt. "Ah, just what I needed," he said softly, "and a few things that you need too."

She heard a funny metallic sound and then felt her thong come loose - cut with a knife! She stiffened - fear racing through her. She realized that she was alone with basically a stranger! She tried to pull at her restraints but it was useless. Her fear grew.

"Now, now, don't worry - I just didn't want to have to release you to remove them - I'll even buy you new ones! Dozens if you wish - relax, darling, I would never hurt you. Besides, John would castrate me if you even got a scratch. Let your fear go, this is about pleasure only."

Slowly, Linda relaxed with his soothing voice so close to her ear, she wanted, needed to believe him. His hands began a soft exploration of her body. He started with her face, down her neck. He placed gentle pressure on her throat and whispered, "You have a lovely neck - soft." He continued down her shoulders and upper arms to where her arms disappeared behind her back. He then came back to her upper chest and his hands glided over her breasts, tweaking her nipples gently.

Jim's large hands roamed slowly over her ribs, upper belly, then her lower belly to just above her sex. Then they spread out over her hips, outer thighs, knees, calves and ankles. He knew her feet were off limits - her extreme ticklishness was a source of amusement for both Jim and John, but both knew that she really hated having them touched. So he would avoid them.

He then brought his hands slowly up the inner portions of her legs, past her knees to her inner thighs and stopped just short of her very hot sex.

Kneeling at her side, he could see her labia were wet, the juices dripping down the crack of her ass. Slowly, deliberately, he parted her lips with his fingers. She lifted herself off the bed towards his hand, straining for his touch. He gave in to her need and plunged two fingers into her moist pussy. With his other hand he lifted her ass, his finger against her anal opening which he felt spasm in anticipation.

He could hear her moan of pleasure and need. He started to pump his fingers in and out - slowly at first, then faster, his palm slapping her clit with each thrust. He deliberately slipped his finger into her ass and felt her body stiffen for just a second and then open to him. His finger sank into her ass while he continued to finger fuck her pussy. She bucked wildly against his hand, her need growing, her orgasm so close. Suddenly he leaned over and took her clit in his mouth for the first time, sucking it hard. Her orgasm was explosive. While it rolled over her in waves of pleasure, she could not think of anything but his fingers, his tongue - nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. This was nirvana!




Monday at the Bathhouse



On Mondays it only costs $1.00 to get into the bathhouse, so it usually gets pretty crowded. There's always someone there I know, and this past Monday was no exception. 

Paid my dollar, got my locker key, stripped down...I always get such a charge out of being naked, even if it's just for a second. Wrapped myself up in a towel, and left the locker room. I had hoped it would be busy, and I was not disapointed.

The lights are always dim in the bathhouse, but not too dim; it's easy to see what's going on in the shadows and steamrooms. Dimly lit figures writhed in the corners, and behind the outcroppings - asses, the backs of heads, towels in heaps.

I walked around for a bit. Stopped in the steam room, the sauna, the shower - any excuse to get my towel off.

I was leaving the video lounge when I felt his fingers dragging lightly against my hip. A bolt of electricity shot through me as I tried to see him in the dim hall. He passed near a yellow light, and I instantly figured out who he was, and the shock of recognition stopped me in my tracks. Even though he was barely touching me, and with only one finger, I felt myself being pulled toward him. We found ourselves face to face. I shocked myself by kissing him - long, deep kisses. I felt his lips, his unshaven face. I broke off the kiss, and looked at him. Even in the dim light I couldn't stop looking at him. Thin, wiry, muscular. Smooth skin - I can't explain it, but it felt tan, even in February, with a hint of a tan line that drove me wild. Some body hair, just enough. I couldn't help myself. I took a step back from him, and let my towel fall to the ground. I was rock hard, and a bit embarassed about it, but his kisses turned me on so much, and I had to show him. I felt him look at me, which got me even harder. Then he stepped back, and dropped his towel too, and I realized I had nothing to be embarassed about - he was just as hard as I was. His cock was smooth and thick, and it stood straight up into his abdomen. My gasp was audible, as was his little giggle. I let him press me up against the wall, not hard, as we started kissing again, tongues sliding back and forth into each others' wet warm mouths. My hands moved over his chest, and I played with his nipples. My lips moved to his neck, and then they joined my hands on his nipples. I flicked each nipple with my tongue as my hands moved to his firm but soft ass. I massaged his ass as we pressed against each other, our cocks grinding into our hips. His cock was bigger than mine, and with each thrust I felt myself moaning louder and louder.

My eyes were closed, and suddenly I felt myself alone. I opened my eyes in a panic, but immediately saw that he was in front of me, just not touching me. He motioned me over to a corner, near a mat on the floor. this time he was the one against the wall, and I was on my knees in front of him, his cock right in my face. Up close, it looked even bigger as it throbbed and pulsated. I grabbed the throbbing cock in one hand as I brought it to my lips. With one fluid motion, I took it into my mouth. I felt his whole body jump as my wet warm tongue wrapped around it in my mouth. The cock FILLED my mouth. I moaned and sighed as I worked my lips to the base. I wanted more, I had to have more.

But he wanted more, to, and I was only happy to oblige him. I felt his hands from above, pulling me up - I let him. We kissed some more, then the only words of our encounter were spoken by him:

"lay down"

And I did. And he laid down next to me. And took my cock in his mouth.

My back arched as I fed him my rock-hard cock.  My hands were in his hair as I gave him more and more of my pulsating dick. A crowd had formed around us - men stroking their cocks watching us. I felt every single eye on us as I tried to get my cock even deeper into his mouth. He welcomed each thrust - his body begged for more and more of my cock. As well as I thought I sucked his cock, he did it 10 times better. I fought the urge to cum so hard - my whole body wanted to cum. Just as I couldn't fight it any longer, he knew it was time. My cock snapped out of his mouth. He grabbed it and stroked it a couple of times.

Couldn't fight it any longer...

felt it rush through me...

whole body...

I shot a GIGANTIC load all over my belly.

He kept stroking my cock as more and more cum shot out, all the way up to my chest. I laid there, covered in my own cum, as he got up. I moved to him, eager to repay him, when he picked up his towel and walked away. He looked over his shoulder and smiled at me as he walked through the door and down the steps. To me, the smile said "next time."

And then I realized I wasn't alone - I remembered that I was on the ground, covered in my own cum, with a bunch of stroking guys around me. I got up, gave a theatrical bow, and headed for the locker room.



Monday: Law and Order



THE SEVEN DAYS(Of Fantasy)

INTRODUCTION

The Seven Days are a collection of seven one-chapter stories involving fantasies and role-playing with a personal flavor. These are my personal wish lists that I wished I had lived out before I had gotten married. So sit back and enjoy.

MONDAY: Law & Order 

TUESDAY: Mile High Club 

WEDNESDAY: Forbidden Fruit 

THURSDAY: Overlooking the Stereo Types 

FRIDAY: Two is Fun Three is Never a Crowd 

SATURDAY: Power of Trust 

SUNDAY: Out in the Country 

*****

Garfield the comic strip cat used to hate Mondays. Rick Brewer also hated Mondays. First his company was rolling back salaries by ten per cent. Second his ex-wife was re-petitioning the courts for more money. Third his current girlfriend phoned to tell him she’s moving far away to be closer to home. Rick couldn’t even enjoy a quiet drink in his favorite neighborhood pub, without a fight breaking out and glasses smashing all over. At least the police had gotten there quickly to take the combatants away. He noticed a cute well-built blonde police officer. Their eye contact was brief as she was still sorting out paper work with the pub owner.

“Time to go home.” Muttered Rick to himself as he dropped some money on the table to pay for his drinks.

Rick hopped into his car and headed for home. He had only a couple of miles to drive home and he was halfway there when he noticed the red and blue flashing lights in his rear view mirror.

“What else can go wrong today?” Rick grumbled out loud as he rolled down his car window.

“Drivers license and registration please.” Asked a female voice.

To Rick’s amazement, it was the same blonde police officer that he had seen in the pub. He fished his license out of his wallet and produced his registration and insurance from the glove compartment.

“Here you are officer.” Rick said politely as he surrendered the documents to the police officer.

“Turn off the engine and step out of the car please.” Ordered the police officer.

Rick obeyed her and stepped out of the car.

“How much have you had to drink sir?” Asked the officer.

“Three Rum and Cokes over the last hour and a half.” Replied Rick.

The blonde police officer looked at his license and gave the information over her portable radio to the dispatch.

“Get out of the car, Turn around and place your hands on the hood of the car, and spread your legs shoulder width.” Ordered the officer.

“What, am I being arrested?” Asked Rick, as he did as she requested.

“Don’t argue with me,” Responded the blond officer, “I’m just going to do a quick search for weapons. Any needles or sharp objects in your pockets?” 

Rick shook his head and could feel her hands slide over his shoulders and chest, and down the side of his ribs. They methodically searched his arms and legs.

“One hand behind your back.” Ordered the officer.

Rick obeyed, and he could feel and hear the click of the handcuff click onto his wrist.

“And the other hand.” She ordered again.

Rick obeyed, and he had both hands cuffed behind his back. He turned to look closer at the arresting officer. Her nametag read Constable Liske. She was slightly shorter than he was. It was hard to tell because she was wearing her bulletproof vest, but Rick was sure she had a pretty nice build. He guessed that she was in her late twenties. The radio crackled something to her, and after she acknowledged it, she led him back to the patrol car.

“You have a clean record Mr. Brewer,” Officer Liske told Rick, “Please get into the car and watch your head.”

Rick did as he was told, and wiggled his way into the back seat. It was uncomfortable sitting this way with his hands bound behind his back. Constable Liske locked Rick’s car up, and got into the driver seat of the patrol car and drove away from the area.


“If I have a clean record, where are we going?” Asked Rick.

“I’m taking you in to ask you some questions.” Replied Officer Liske.

“Questions? What kind of questions? Am I being arrested?” Rick asked nervously.

“You’ll find out soon.” Officer Liske said.

The car pulled into an underground parking lot. Rick thought it seemed rather strange, as he did not recognize the building. It looked more like an office building rather than a police station. Officer Liske spoke into the radio again, and then turned it off. She helped Rick out of the car and led him to an elevator.

“The bartender told me you had a really bad day.” Chatted Officer Liske as the elevator started to climb.

“Hmm, nice of him to share.” Said a dejected Rick.

“Well you could try to act more positive, you know, lighten up a bit.” Scolded Officer Liske.

“Lighten up? After what’s happened today, and now being arrested, are you kidding me?” Rick said with a blank look.

The elevator stopped and Officer Liske led Rick down the hallway. This was no Police Station. This wasn’t even an office building.

“What the hell is going on?” Rick asked again. “Where are we, what’s going on?”

Officer Liske ignored him and opened an unmarked door. Inside was a large open room. On one side was a living area, with couch, chair, and entertainment center. A kitchen and dining area was located closer to the window. On the other side was a complete gym, with eight to ten pieces of equipment. A large hot tub was still steaming in the far corner. Near the work out area was a King size brass bed with a huge, thick mattress. A large oak dresser and mirror was parallel to the bed. 

Officer Liske led Rick to the bed and shoved him onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” Rick asked again.

Officer Liske ignored his question. She removed her vest and gun belt, and put them on the dresser. She pushed Rick onto his back. She gave him a big smile as she took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest slowly.

“You know, I’d feel a lot more comfortable if my hands weren’t behind my back.” Rick told her. “And, uh, Officer Liske, can I call you by your first name, that is if you tell me?”

“Sharon.” Officer Liske replied, “Lie on your stomach and I’ll change the cuffs.”

“Change?” Thought Rick as he complied with her request.

Sharon sat on Rick’s back as she unlocked one side of the cuff. Rick’s arms were stiff from being locked up for so long. He tried to wriggle onto his back so he could flip his captor off him, but her training and leverage kept him in check, and she quickly handcuffed the one hand to the brass tubing of the bed.

“Now lie on your back so I can handcuff the other hand.” Ordered Sharon.

Rick realized he couldn’t escape even with only one hand cuffed. He thought that he might as well play whatever game she had in mind, and complied with her order. After all, she did seem to have a pretty nice body. After his second hand was handcuffed to the bed, Sharon walked slowly to the side of the bed with a big smile.

“Now I have you where I want you.” Sharon smiled, licking her lips.

Sharon went and flipped off Rick’s shoes. She ran her hands over his chest. She straddled his fully clothed hips as she continued to run her hands over his chest. She leaned over and began to lick and bite Rick’s nipples on his exposed chest.

“Ouch, not so hard.” Protested Rick.

Even though Sharon had just started her caressing, licking and biting, Rick could feel himself getting aroused. He was her captive and he couldn’t do anything about that. Sharon went to his belt and removed it. She undid his button and zipper, which allowed his semi hard cock to push up against his underwear. Sharon giggled as she discarded his trousers. She reached under the elastic of his shorts to grab and squeeze his rising hard-on. She removed his shorts, which allowed his hard-on to stand at full attention. She wriggled down so she could stroke his throbbing tool.

“Hmmm.” Cooed Sharon as she squeezed a drop of pre-cum, and quickly tasted it with her tongue, “I bet there’s more where that came from.”

She stroked his stiff shaft with her hand as she worked her tongue over his balls. She moved her other hand under his ass so she could squeeze the cheeks. The combination of the stroking and licking sensations were driving Rick wild, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he would blast his load. But Sharon had other ideas. She paused briefly to remove her trousers and panties. She still had her shirt on. She then positioned herself with each knee jammed into Rick’s underarms, with her pussy inches away from his mouth.

She smiled at Rick as she shoved her pussy into his waiting mouth. Rick reciprocated by diving his tongue into her hot wet pussy. She too, was also hot from the teasing that she had done. Rick could taste her juices that flowed through her pussy. He wished that he had a hand free to caress more of the beautiful pussy staring at him. But then again after briefly enjoying her sweet juices, Sharon teased him by pulling her hot love mound away from him.

“What’s Up?” Rick asked. 

Sharon removed her shirt and bra, revealing a pair of thirty-four Double D breasts. She maneuvered herself into the sixty-nine position and resumed her stroking and licking of Rick’s cock. Rick also returned his tongue back into her juicy hot mound. He alternated, a few dozen seconds at a time thrusting his tongue deep inside of her, and then by lightly licking her swollen clitoris. It was hard for him to tell, but he was sure he could feel her body twitch and quiver as she was building her orgasm. Her hands and tongue felt good on his stiff cock. She had such a well-toned body, he mused to himself that she could probably squeeze his head unconscious with her legs. He could feel his own body reaching its level of excitement, when she swung off of him again. This time she quickly swung her pussy over his erect penis, and impaled herself with it.

Her pussy felt so good as it engulfed his cock. She rode him in a slow rhythmic manner. She would pause briefly to dangle one of her breasts near his mouth, so he could have a taste and a nibble, but quickly returned to her riding. She reached down with her one hand to balance her rocking body on the bed, and moved her other hand to finger her clitoris as she rode his cock.

Rick could hear her moan, and her vagina muscles squeezed his cock tighter as she was ever so close to orgasm. She thrust five more times, and with a mighty squeeze with her hips she reached her orgasm, groaning ever so loudly. Her body quivered as she tried to get two more strokes as the electricity shot through her. She kissed Rick on the lips, plummeting her tongue deep inside of his throat. After awkwardly pounding two more strokes, she briefly collapsed on his chest. She then realized that he had not come yet. She resumed her riding of him, slapping even harder onto his cock. Rick couldn’t take much more, as her athletic body bounced on top of him. With a dozen more thrusts, Rick moaned as he met her downward stroke as his body lifted off the bed. His cock spewing it’s milky white load deep inside of her. She slowly worked down her momentum as she milked his cock dry with her vagina muscles, and even rested, still with Rick’s cock inside of her. She kissed him again, deeply and passionately before she dismounted, and uncuffed him.

“I’m back on duty in ten minutes.” Sharon told Rick. “I hope you wont sue me for false arrest.”

“Hmmm, you might have to plead your case.” Smiled Rick. “ Or you might have to interrogate my intentions.”

Sharon smiled at Rick, as she got dressed. This was one guy that she had hoped would be a repeat offender.



Monday Lunchtime Blues



I am a 44 year old male who would love to swing and have tried to get my wife interested into swinging but she is just not interested in it so I'm reduced to reading stories others people's experiences. So on this particular Monday I was in front of my computer around lunchtime reading a few online stories and looking at some porn by which time I was really turned on. My cock was bulging and needed relief but instead of retiring to the toilet to let rip I pulled my trousers down to my knees and started wanking in front of the computer as I watched the action on the screen.

All of a sudden I was aware of a shadow in the window, it was my next-door neighbour who was delivering a leaflet. I was a bit shocked and stuffed my cock away in my trousers and turned round to look at her through the window. Jane my neighbour who is 42 yrs old with sandy hair to her shoulders and is slim with tiny boobs stood there with a big grin on her face and pointed to the door for me to answer it. Embarrassed I went to the door trying desperately to get my cock to subside. 

I answered the door and Jane pushed her way in quickly and said that she'd seen what I'd been up to and it would be very un-neighbourly to waste all the energy I'd already put into my cock. And with that she pushed me back against the wall, kissed me hungrily and pushed her hand down my trousers to meet my rapidly rising erection wrapping her fingers tightly around my man meat.

Although we'd been friendly for a number of years and she's a sexy woman I'd never dreamed of this side of her but within seconds I was responding by slipping my hand round her shapely backside and slipping it round and under her skirt to rub her pussy. She responded by pushing her hips forward and allowing me to slip my finger underneath her knickers and it to slide into her wet hole. I could feel a lovely prominent clit and made an early beeline for it and she responded by groaning as I hit that spot that I love to find. I realised that we were pretty much in full view of anyone that came to the door so I stopped her shut the door and asked her upstairs.

Once there our clothes were quickly stripped off and I sought that joy button with my tongue. I found it quickly and rubbed my tongue and nose up and down pushing my tongue deep in side her and using my middle finger to find her g spot. Within 2 minutes Jane was arching her back and cumming, raising her hips to meet my tongue, which I kept lapping away at her clit. I felt her stiffen and cum and then she sank back down onto the bed. I was not letting her clit go so I kept nibbling and licking and she starting to go into a prolonged orgasm. After 3 or 4 orgasms almost one after the other Jane begged me to stop. 

As I lifted my head up she sat up and grabbed hold of my cock. She knew how to handle it as she tickled my balls and then she went down on me giving me a long slow blowjob. I didn't know whether I wanted to sustain or to cum as my loins felt like they were about to erupt. 

After about 5 minutes of her sucking and teasing my prick and sucking my balls I said that I wanted to cum. Jane stopped and said no. She kept starting and stopping on me until my balls were about to burst, then she said she wanted me inside her. I said that I would last about two strokes, she said that was fine and she sat on top of me and squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles. I let go with a shudder and creamed myself deep inside her pumping all that spunk that I had built up in my ball sac.

With that Jane got off took off her t-shirt wiped my cum away that was starting to dribble out of her and said she had to get back to delivering the leaflets. But if I was free this afternoon and had any energy to come round her house to see her she would love an action replay. 



Monday Mayhem



Authors Note

I owe some inspiration for this story to another story on literotica called "Wild Wednesday" by Jake Marlow, definitely recommended. The fantasy of suddenly switching bodies or sexes is certainly not original, but many such stories seem to dead end too quickly. Twins also share a significant bond that is worthwhile to explore. This story turned out to be somewhat more complex than I originally intended; it takes place over multiple days with numerous characters, so please be patient getting through the setup.

Any resemblance to real persons, alive or deceased, is purely coincidental.

*****

Prologue

(Sunday afternoon in a Midwest town) "KIDS! We're leaving! See you in two weeks!" Their mother called from the front door. Shannon came in from the living room and gave her a quick hug goodbye.

"Have a good time, Mom," Shannon said tersely. 

"Thanks, hon. Love you." Her mom almost teared up during the hug, but was able fake a smile as she stepped back. She knew her little girl had not been happy moving to the Midwest four months ago. Aside from leaving her friends behind, she had to put her burgeoning dance career on hold as she struggled to find a local studio or dance instructor that could handle her level of training and talent. 

Shannon had been dancing since she was 3 at a great studio back home, where the head instructor had become a second mother to her. Now 5'6" and 110 lbs, her figure was a stunning combination of slimness, toned muscle and perfect C-cup breasts, with proportionally long legs for her height. She moved with effortless grace when she wished to, and could both jump incredibly high and perform gymnastic tumbling at a high skill level. 

She had drifted from one studio to another during the past four months, training as best she could and essentially being her own coach. She had even almost been desperate enough to try out for cheerleading just to have a regular workout after school, but for reasons her Mom didn't understand, she had been ostracized from the team before the tryout took place. 

Shannon was dressed as usual in loose yoga pants that hid her fabulous dancer's legs from view. She had become somewhat shy and introverted after the move, and again her Mom had not figured out why, but she hoped her girl would come out of her shell again soon.

Shannon's twin brother Sean came in from the front yard after helping their father load the car with the luggage that the parents would need for a week-long conference and second week-long resort vacation their father had won from work. The twins were finally considered old and responsible enough to take care of the house during the trip. 

Sean picked his mother up casually and nearly crushed her in a hug. At 5'11" and 175 lbs, he was a serious martial artist without an ounce of fat who trained for several hours every day. His Mom gave a mock groan as he switched her from a hug to picking her up by the waist, his forearm tendons and veins standing out through his skin. She said, "Put me down, boy, before you kill your poor old mum." 

He smiled at her and said, "Take care, but don't feel like you need to call us unless there is a problem. We want you two to relax and not worry about the home front." 

Sean's black hair and blue eyes came straight from his handsome father, and contrasted sharply with Shannon's lightly freckled white skin, deep ruby red hair and green-gold eyes that had passed down from her maternal grandmother.

Shannon and Sean had been inseparable as kids, but as puberty began after 12 they had grown apart. Currently, Sean was happy with the move, having found a mixed martial arts gym with great instructors nearby that he could walk to from school or home. Shannon had protested the move vehemently, but was overruled in favor of her dad's career. She and Sean had fought over the move almost as much as she had with her parents, and she had not yet forgiven him for failing to take her side. Even before this, however, the twins had developed separate friends and separate interests. Long training hours kept them from interacting much during the past 2 years as they moved through the latter stages of puberty, growing taller and larger in their respective ways. 

The new high school was a mixed bag for them. Neither had been able to overcome the new kid popularity hit, and their outside interests were not commonly shared at the school. No one aside from her new best friend Misty even knew Shannon was an aspiring professional dancer. Sean had made a few casual friends at school and at the gym, but so far no one besides his training partner Oliver had become a close friend. 

Sean's good looks had made him successful at getting some dates with the cheerleader crowd despite not playing on the teams, and he had been dating a cheerleader named Erica for about 4 weeks. 

Shannon, on the other hand, did her best to conceal her body in oversized jeans and shirts. She had been somewhat popular at her last school, but was passive-aggressively punishing her mother by trying hard not to fit in. She wore her thick-framed glasses instead of her contacts. She even stuffed her gorgeous mass of curly red hair in a hat during most school days and pinned it up in a tight bun on other days and during gym classes, where she also insisted on wearing loose sweats or yoga pants instead of shorts. 

Aside from her straight A's, there were two other major contributors to Shannon's social anonymity at the school. The main one was that somehow, without knowing why, she had made an enemy of the most popular girl in school, a tall, stacked blonde senior named Kristen who was head cheerleader. Kristen's disapproval was the social kiss of death. Kristen could have been Kathy Ireland's larger-breasted twin, and the guys in school bent over backward to try to get her to notice and approve of them. 

The second factor was a basketball player named Tony, who had dated Shannon soon after she first arrived and seemed really sweet at first. An attempt at losing their mutual virginity went poorly due to premature ejaculation and lack of enthusiasm on Shannon's side. She had not liked Tony's pressure tactics as they were parking one night, but caught in a vulnerable moment in her life, she was convinced to go along and just get it over with. All to her dismay, it turned out, as the condom slipped off his smallish penis soon after penetration of her mostly dry vagina and he squirted all over the place as she pushed him out. 

Fearful of her telling the tale to his buds, Tony had further trashed her reputation and called her a frigid little geek. Her hymen was gone, but she got zero pleasure from the whole experience, a huge (or not-so-huge, so to speak) bummer. So far she had not retaliated with her side of the story, but did try rebound dating another guy named Henry a couple of times before moving on.

A recent, promising development in her otherwise non-existent social life was Adam, the starting running back: 6'2" tall, 200 lbs of muscle, but with boyish charm and a crooked smile. He had dated and fucked Kristen every which way for well over a year before breaking up with her last month. No one knew why. The football captain had surreptitiously asked Shannon out on two dates so far, and been very patient and gentlemanly with her for reasons of his own. 

Conversely, Shannon was nearly ready to tear his clothes off on their next date. Her hormones had kicked in with a vengeance after the Tony thing went bad, and masturbating had made her want the real thing even more. It had to get better than that first time!

Sean's new girlfriend Erica was Kristen's best friend on the cheerleading team. She was a natural sex bomb, carefully working her way through the local pool of hot guys and not really caring what anyone else thought of her. A long-haired brunette with naturally tan skin, high cheekbones, C-cup breasts, huge brown eyes, wide lips and long legs, she was a star in nearly as many masturbation fantasies around town as Kristen. 

Sean was a virgin when they met, something Erica could easily tell. She had ulterior motives for dating inexperienced guys, but Sean was unaware of them. She had started to take him up the ladder of experience. Oral sex had started after she teased him for a few dates, and they had done the deed a week ago in the back of her parents' car. 

Unfortunately, Sean's inexperience made him less than memorable for her, and Erica was not a patient teacher. His earlier fumbling while going down on her had been disappointing and he only lasted a couple minutes during intercourse. 

Regrettably for him, Erica loved to discuss her sex life in the cheerleaders' section of the girls' locker room, so the remarks and giggles had started to follow Sean as he walked around school. He was still trying to figure out how to deal with his hot, bitchy cheerleader; so far she held all the power, and had not told him everything about her history or plans.

The previous Friday at school, Kristen had stormed up to Shannon and Misty during lunch. "Hey, skanks. I just heard one of you is dating my boyfriend." 

The friends glanced at each other perplexed. "Your boyfriend? You mean Adam?"

"Yes. He and I aren't finished yet." 

Shannon shrugged, "He said you were. We've been out a couple times, sure. I guess you have a problem with that?"

"Oh yeah, big problem, bitch. Stay away from him or you will regret it." Kristen leaned forward and smacked Shannon's juice glass toward them. It still had a bit of liquid in it, so some drops got on Shannon's clothes. "Oops, sorry, but then again, no one could tell if there stains on those rags you always wear. How much did you pay Adam to ask you out?" 

"Are you calling your boyfriend a whore?" Misty laughed. 

Kristen stormed off, not knowing how to respond. 

Shannon sighed, "Guess I was expecting that. Wonder if anyone ever had the balls to break up with that witch before?" 

"Probably not. I mean, look at her. Absolute perfection, and I'm told those breasts are real. She's mowed down a lot of guys, rules this place with an iron fist. I'm still not sure you should have said yes when Adam asked you out." 

"I know, but he took me by surprise, and you know how gorgeous he is." 

"Oh yeah," Misty sighed. "And then he turned out to be so nice, I can't believe such a nice guy could have such a bitch for a girlfriend."

Shannon and Misty headed toward the car she shared with Sean after school. He was already there with Erica in the front seat. "Great, I love riding with the slut-queen's first minion!" Misty muttered as they approached. The girls smiled falsely at the "happy" couple as they climbed in the back. Erica barely paid them any mind since they were not popular enough to be on her radar. 

Sean could hear them muttering and giggling in the back seat, probably at Erica's expense, and fumed a bit. He knew Shannon didn't like his new girlfriend, but at least she could be more polite about it. He usually found Misty very entertaining, too, except when her target for jokes was Erica.

After dropping Erica and Misty off, Sean headed home with Shannon. He walked to the gym for a workout, which he did almost every day of the week. His friend Oliver was already there getting changed. 

"Hey man, you're late." 

"Had to give Erica a ride home first, you know how it is." 

Oliver nodded as if he commiserated, but he had never had a girlfriend. He was taller than Sean, but slimmer, with very androgynous Mediterranean features. His face was girlishly pretty, having bright green eyes with a slight tilt and long lashes that girls would kill for, but almost no beard growth around a sensual mouth that grinned easily, showing brilliant teeth. He was the kind of guy who is so attractive that other guys avoided him, either through jealousy that their girlfriends would want him, or because he made them question their orientation nervously. All this was contrasted by his large package, which he was shy about due to some guys giving him crap about it when he was in the lower ranks. 

"Ok, let's hit it." 

They headed in for their usual 2 hour weekday workout: 20 minutes of extreme calisthenics followed by an hour mixing forms and techniques and weapons from various disciplines under instructors' supervision, then finally 40 minutes of sparring or working the speed or heavy bag. 

Sean was fairly new to the gym, but his speed, strength, stamina and martial skills, well-honed at gyms back home, had elevated him already to join Oliver in the upper ranks. Oliver had been at the same gym for years, with the strength and skills to prove it.

After the workout, they went back to the high belt locker room. As usual, Sean casually stripped down and headed into the showers as Oliver nervously averted his eyes as much as possible. Sean didn't know Oliver had mixed feelings about him. He missed Oliver's surreptitious glances since typical men's locker room etiquette was to not focus on anyone else directly. It took all Oliver's concentration to keep his dangling penis totally flaccid as they showered in separate corners. 

Sean headed into the kitchen around 6 o'clock. "What's for dinner?" 

"Why do you ask?" 

"Aren't you cooking something?" 

"No, why is the girl the one who is expected to cook? You can read, and turn on the stove, can't you?" 

"Jeeze, you don't have to bitch, I was just asking. Let's go to Han's and eat there, I hear its really good Chinese." 

"I guess. I suppose you want to drive?" 

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" 

"That car belongs to both of us, you know!" 

The bickering went on and on, Shannon was in a mood. They sat at a corner table at the restaurant and waited for their orders to arrive as the argument escalated. Before they could help themselves, things better left unsaid were aired. 

"You should have supported me when I asked not to move, I think Dad would have reconsidered if you had asked too."

"Just because you were really close to your dance teacher? What about the rest of us? Don't you think Dad's career is also important? It's ok here. I like the town, the weather, and I'm even doing ok with the girls at school."

"Your little cheerleader slut Erica is not very discreet, you know. Every girl in school has probably heard all the details about your, uh, inexperience." 

"You're kidding, she wouldn't do that to me, would she?" 

"Don't you know?" 

"Fuck, she did. Well, great, at least I'll talk to her and ask her to stop, which is better than you leaving Tony alone as he made everyone believe you're a frigid bitch." 

"Has he been that bad? I was hoping he would just let it go, he is such a pencil-dicked moron." Tears came to Shannon's eyes as she ran through all the epithets she knew under her breath.

Behind the thin wall, an elderly Chinese woman was eavesdropping on their fight and their woes as she sliced vegetables. She clucked to herself and thought, "A twin brother and sister should be closer, so sad. And they need to learn better how to deal with the opposite sex. Hmm..." 

She was tempted. She had not "meddled" in a long time. She was one of only a handful of people in the world who still knew about an ancient serum. The serum could only be given to close relatives, usually parent and child or siblings of the same sex, but she thought it might also work on twins of the opposite sex even though she had never tried that before. 

She imagined the disruption that her subjects would go through, and hoped it would help them, like breaking eggs to make an omelet. She opened a hidden compartment on the side of the chopping block, grabbed her bag of special herbs and headed off to find their order.

Their order arrived in due time. Oddly, it only had one fortune cookie: "The path to enlightenment often requires taking the opposite perspective." Shannon shrugged after reading it, "Does Robert Frost know the Chinese are plagiarizing him?" 

"Who?"

"Dumbass." 

Sean and Shannon continued to snipe all the way home, and went to bed still pissed at each other.

Day 1

Shannon was having an erotic dream about Oliver, whom she had lusted for ever since seeing him hang out with Sean. He had unbuttoned her top and was kissing his way down toward her breasts, warm hands caressing her back, then sliding down to cup her ass. 

She came half-awake and reached down to masturbate with the dream still humming in her mind. Her hand felt strange, heavier than usual. She slid it under covers and it bumped abruptly against a raging hard-on. She screamed in shock. There was a man in bed with her! 

She sprang out of the bed in and promptly struck her head on the ceiling lamp. "Oww, shit!" she yelled. "Who lowered that fucking thing?" she thought. 

She raised her hand to rub her head and froze. The heavily callused hand was not hers, nor was there this much hair on her forearm, and that bulging bicep was definitely masculine. She could feel something weird in her pants, and pulled the unfamiliar pajama bottoms out to show very large morning wood. "This must be a dream, and a very fucked up one," she thought to herself. She stumbled towards the bathroom to find a mirror, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Why did the floor seem farther away than usual? 

Sean had been waking up slowly a minute prior to his sister. He raised his arms and stretched lazily. He looked down and saw very firm young breasts barely concealed by a purple camisole. "Wow, those are nice," he thought, watching them rise and fall...with his breath. He cried out in shock as he realized they were attached to him. 

"Is that my voice?" He wondered. He leaped out of bed and promptly stumbled to his hands and knees. His hips felt strange, both wider and looser than typical. Long red hair that curled just like his sister's had fallen forward around each side of his face. He looked down and saw the soft hands of a girl resting on the red carpet that was usually in his sister's room. "What the hell?" He got up and stumbled toward the adjoining bathroom he contentiously shared with Shannon.

They opened the doors at the same time, and stopped, staring incredulously. "Why am I standing over there?" they both thought simultaneously.

Shannon asked, "What the fuck?" 

Sean moaned in his higher pitched voice, "This is the worst dream ever! I'd like to wake up now!" 

"You and me both. How are we sharing this dream?" 

Sean did the first thing he could think of: he reached out and slapped his former body's face hard. "Oww!" His soft female hand throbbed painfully. 

Shannon was shocked by little that hurt and thought, "Damn, is this real?" She spoke, "Don't hit me, you idiot!"

Sean was still shaking the hand in pain and looking down at himself in shock. "Don't worry, I won't do it again! That fucking hurt me more than you. Your hands are too damn soft." 

Shannon was also looking down and seeing her maleness. "Well your penis is too fucking stiff, how do you pee in the morning?"

"There is no way this can be real," Sean cried, but the mellifluous sound of his sister's voice speaking the words made him put his soft hands to his face in shock. Time stood still as both twins tried to come to grips with the situation. They had switched bodies! 

Shannon was the first to recover. She saw the clock and gasped, "School starts in 90 minutes!" 

"So, we can't go anywhere like this, are you nuts?" 

"I have to hand a paper in, it's due today." 

"So?" 

"So I have an A+ average to maintain, numbnuts!" 

"Hey, I get good grades, too, Miss Brainiac, and I have a History test today. Crap, I guess we do have to go." 

They both panicked when they realized they each needed to shower, get each other dressed and eat. Shannon went first. She didn't want to touch Sean's penis again, so she sat down to pee after Sean left the bathroom, bending forward so the partially erect organ would flow into the toilet. She finished and reluctantly tapped it to shake off any drops. She stood up and again felt a bit dizzy being an extra 5 inches from the floor. She reached into the shower and grabbed the hot water handle, which usually turned stiffly. Her forearm tendons flexed and the handle turned too far, hit the stop and broke off. "Damn."




Monday Mayhem Day 02



Authors Note 

If you are uncomfortable with certain pairings due to the sex of the body or mind involved, you're probably reading the wrong story, but I thank you for your interest anyway. Consider yourself forewarned. 

I am also deliberately compressing the timeline of events and forcing some interactions with the outside world. Most readers on this site probably don't want to read "Day 2 - the twins stayed home sick and moped in their rooms..." I'm trying to drive the events with a decent progression of background story while keeping in mind that a fantasy needn't be too elaborate or too long. Convenient free periods and lack of oversight by school officials and parents are also shortcuts that I'm using when appropriate. 

I've not bothered to write "they stopped to put a condom on" in every sex scene. Safe sex is important, but can seem tedious when writing. Assume condom use where you think prudent, please. 

All players in all scenes are 18 or older. 

***** 

The phone rang early, waking Shannon from a fitful sleep haunted by dreams of Erica. She reached out groggily and banged into the phone as her hand shot past it on its longer arm. Her eyes opened wide. Still in Sean's body, damn. She picked up the phone. "Hello, Mom." 

"Hi, Sean, just checking in. Are you two ok?" 

"No, we burned the house down, but the phone hookup in the garage still works. I'm lying on the lawn trying to figure out how to rebuild the house before you guys get back." 

"Very funny. Look, I'm not just being a busy-body here. I've been really worried about your sister, was hoping she would pick up, actually." 

Shannon sat up straighter, "She is still asleep. Why are you so worried, she just seems a bit down lately." 

"Oh, honey, don't tell her, I don't want her to feel bad, but I've been lying awake nights since the move. I feel so bad, she hasn't found a teacher yet, she's not talking to anyone. It's all my fault." Her mom sobbed a bit. 

Shannon felt tears come to her eyes. "Mom, she will be fine, believe me. She knows you care, and that it was not entirely your choice to move." She paused as the brimming tears cascaded down her face and then made a decision. She had been hurting her mom without realizing it, she was so selfish. "Actually, just yesterday she started dressing up a bit more for school, like she used to." 

"Really, that is so great! Maybe she is feeling better. I wish I was there to see it." 

Shannon panicked at the thought of her parents seeing their kids' behavior in switched bodies. "I'll talk to her and make sure, but I think she is definitely feeling better about things. I'm hoping she can work things out with that cheerleader that has been tormenting her, too." 

"More good news. I hope you two are getting along better, at least. Are you respecting each other's boundaries?" 

"We're sure trying to. Ok, well, bye, Mom, take care and have a great vacation. Love you." 

"Love you both, tell Shannon I called." 

Shannon wiped her eyes and headed for the bathroom to shower after a few more minutes of beating herself up mentally. She wished she was back in her body more than ever, just to talk to her Mom for real. The distraction helped her get through the shower easier than yesterday. She hardly glanced down at Sean's equipment as she scrubbed his body quickly. She got out and dressed, thinking about how to shed her deliberately geeky image with Sean in her body. 

Sean came into the kitchen in t-shirt and shorts. "I'd say good morning, but since I'm still seeing myself already dressed instead of in a mirror, I'm thinking it's not." 

"Nope, still switched." 

"Did I hear the phone ring?" 

"Yeah, Mom called to check in. They're fine." 

"Why are you dressed? I thought we'd stay home sick today or something since we don't have any tests?" 

"Here's the short version: Mom has been worried sick about me, and it's my fault because I was punishing her for the move. I told her just now that you, or Shannon, are starting to dress up and fit in a bit better at school. I'm sorry to ask, but can you help me pull that off before they get back?" 

"I can try, but I'm not all that good at pretending to be a girl." Sean tried not to think of the previous night. 

"I know. Luckily for you, I don't have a lot of friends yet, so you just have to fool Carly and wear better clothes for a few days. Hopefully we'll switch back before it gets too complicated." 

"I guess I'll head into the shower, then. Could you make some coffee? I didn't sleep that well." He headed to the bathroom. 

Shannon called to Sean in the shower. "Are you using the loofah?" 

"Yes, and eyes are closed. I've got this hair up in a bun already, was practicing, hope you don't mind." 

"No, actually, that's good because you don't have to wash my hair today, it's only every other day." 

"Thank god for small favors." 

"You'll have to shave my legs tomorrow, though." 

"Fuck, you could have waited to tell me that." 

"I laid out some stuff for you, including a jog bra and boyshorts, if you keep your eyes closed you should be able to manage to get them on." 

"Thanks!" Sean stepped from the shower and toweled off with eyes closed, wrapped the towel around his sister's body and opened his eyes. He walked into his sister's room and examined the jeans and intricate blouse, with plain looking sports bra and shorts lying on top. 

For reasons he was a bit confused about, he was now disappointed at the lack of lacy matching underwear. He could hear Shannon moving things around in the kitchen, so he stepped to Shannon's dresser and opened drawers until he found her underwear drawer. He pulled out a peach bra and panties and slipped them on with his eyes mostly closed. Then he quickly stuffed the jog bra and shorts under the bed. 

His confusion cleared up as he stood in front of the full length mirror to admire the near naked lingerie goddess before him, pivoting back and forth a few times to get the full effect. Finally, he stepped to the bed and pulled on the jeans and top. 

He headed for the kitchen. "Can I wear your contacs today? Those glasses are annoying." 

"Yes, part of dressing up more is no glasses." 

"Sounds good. You know, I don't know enough to keep you looking good during the day. Don't you have to redo your hair and makeup every now and then? It seems like girls flock to the bathroom every hour." 

"We'll keep it simple for now. I'd love to surprise everyone in a dress with my hair down, but I don't want to push it with you. You were such a trooper to wear that dress last night." 

Remembering the dream, Sean gulped and lied, "Yeah, you owe me for that big time. So hair up and contacs and we're good to go?" 

"Yes." She apologized, "About gym class today, sorry, I don't have any school gym shorts. I'll have to request them from the PhysEd department, so you'll still be in sweats there. I hope you're not too hot." 

"Whatever, you look good in anything." 

"That's sweet of you to say, thanks! By the way, if Kristen lays into you in gym like she sometimes does, you have my permission to get physical with her. Maybe you can work things out, you're a better peacemaker than I am." 

"It's the fiery red hair, sis, it makes you crazy." 

"Good thing I don't have it anymore, then." 

Misty was waiting for them at the entrance to school. Shannon waved to her from Sean's body but kept walking. She felt forlorn. She really missed talking to her friend, but she was afraid she would blow their covers if she said more than a few sentences to the blonde. 

Sean greeted her, "Hey, Misty." 

"Wow, look at you, no hat, no glasses, and more clothes that fit! You've moved from geek into smoldering territory, wait 'til they see you in a skirt." 

"Thanks!" 

"Hey, how was the big milestone date?" 

"It went well." 

"By well, does that mean you got some action?" 

Sean was not sure how much girls talked about this stuff, and certainly had not expected to be put on the spot. "A lady doesn't kiss and tell," was the best he could come up with. He had no idea if Shannon and Misty had already set expectations for how carnal the date should have been. 

"True dat. When I see a lady, I'll let her know." 

"Slut." 

"Whore." 

"Hey, no one wants to pay me for it, though I try." 

"Ok, you win, you're not a whore, skank." 

Sean enjoyed bantering with Misty, wondering if she was this quick and funny when guys were talking to her. 

"Seriously, I'm waiting for the blow by blow." 

"Hey, no one blew anyone else last night." 

Misty laughed, "Maybe not where you were, but I heard Erica was stalking your poor brother after school in one of her fuck me outfits." 

"Really, Shan-, uh, Sean didn't mention anything to me." 

"Maybe Erica missed him, did he go out somewhere?" 

"No, he was at home all evening." 

"And he was still in one piece later on? Thank God, I've been worried there will be nothing left of him for me to date after she is done." 

Sean laughed, "Don't worry, Sean can handle her, he's tough." 

"He knows about her 'ridden and rated' system?" Misty grinned. 

"Rating system?" 

"Oh, yeah, I forget you two are still kinda new around here, it seems like we've been friends forever. Last year Erica told the guidance counselor that her ambition was to become a sex blogger. You can imagine how quickly that news got spread, at least amongst all us catty bitches." 

"Sex blogger? Crap!" Sean was stunned. Erica had never told him she was writing, or planning to write, about them. 

Misty continued, "She has a chart in her locker. I've seen it, personally I don't believe how low she rated Sean, he's so damn gorgeous, but then again I'm willing to tell a guy what I want. Erica feels like she shouldn't instruct them, it wouldn't be honest journalism or something weird like that. I heard she's planning to send some writing samples out to the national sites soon. " 

"Damn, I have to warn him, I guess." 

"Sorry, I thought you knew, so he knew, and he was bravely continuing to try and get his rating up." 

"I don't want to think about that. Please don't tell me what his rating is, it's too weird for me as his sister." He was going to kill Erica if he ever got back in his own body. 

"Ok, no problem, but if you catch her at her locker she'll show you her chart if you do get curious." 

Erica strutted up to Shannon in her cheerleading uniform, still obsessed with the mystery of her boyfriend's new skills. "Hi, stud! I've been thinking," she began. 

"Dangerous habit, there." 

"Bastard. I keep track, so I know you haven't been seeing other girls." 

"Not seeing, no." Being, that was a different story, Shannon thought. 

"I also know you aren't going to learn tricks about my anatomy from your little workout buddy Oliver." Erica mused out loud. 

"What was that about Oliver?" Shannon was puzzled. 

"You know he's bi, or gay, right? I was joking a bit about you fooling around with him." 

"No way!" 

"It's not uncommon knowledge, though he seems way in the closet so far." 

"He's never acted gay around me." 

"Hey, believe what you want, my gaydar is infallible. Your workout buddy likes cock. Talk to you later." Erica turned and walked away, forgetting her kiss but swaying her hips so her cheerleader skirt bounced up a bit to reveal glimpses of her talented ass in matching bloomers. Somehow the view seemed more titillating to Shannon than it would have been before last night's encounter. 

"Down boy," she told her dick. Her mind raced. "Crap," she thought, "Oliver might have really misinterpreted that stupid hug yesterday. I'm so screwed. I'll skip the gym today and try to figure something out. Sean is going to freak." 

Adam approached Shannon's locker again when she was usually getting books. He could see a few more boys casually hanging nearby, even though he knew for a fact that their lockers were way across the building. Word was starting to get out about his girl. He glared at them and staked his territory by putting his arm around the redhead and kissing her cheek. "Hey, gorgeous." 

Sean looked around at the tall, muscular back and blushed, remembering fooling around with him in the theater and feeling totally embarrassed. "God, if anyone finds out that was me," he thought. Unfortunately for him, the blush looked great on his sister's face, making Adam think Sean was very pleased to see him. 

"I know you're running late for class, but I wanted to ask you real quick. How about another date tomorrow night?" 

Sean winced inwardly, but knowing his sister really liked this guy, he couldn't think of an excuse to say no. His sister's body signaled eagerness for more of Adam's talented hands. "Down, girl," he thought. "I can't wait," he said. 

"Great, pick you up at 7, and don't eat dinner, we'll have a picnic." 

"At night?" 

"Trust me." 

Adam left happily as Sean cursed his predicament. "Please, please switch us back tonight," he begged whatever gods might be listening. 

If asked directly, Kristen could not have fully explained why she disliked Shannon so much. Obvious reasons like being the new girl, jealousy over Adam, derision about her sexual inexperience, and pure cattiness did not cover it. Unlike most of the other A-listers, Kristen had only briefly been fooled by Shannon's frumpy clothes. Early on she recognized during gym class that there was likely a very fit body under the sweats Shannon insisted on wearing, and the size of her hair bun strongly hinted that said hair would be glorious when let down. 

The suspicion that Adam had apparently seen through the disguise too was just another reason to hate her. Kristen had several years' worth of sexual encounters, and considered herself to be better in bed than anyone in school, except maybe Erica. She was puzzled and hurt when Adam dumped her all of a sudden during yet another seemingly minor argument over yet another nobody whom she had peremptorily given pariah status at the school. Why did he care about any of them? 

Adam was not the entire reason for her antipathy, however. Deep down where she would not allow her conscious self to go, she was very curious to see the real Shannon, and had been frustrated repeatedly as the redhead managed to dodge Kristen in the locker room when changing. The girl never seemed to break a sweat during class and therefore never took a shower afterwards. 

During gym class, playing tetherball of all the stupid sports, Kristen took the opportunity to get next to the redhead. When the ball came around, she tried to give Shannon's body a good shove with her hip, intending to send her sprawling. She was surprised when Sean spun around on his back heel to keep his balance and allow the encroaching hip to slide off and completely past, then a little extra bump and Kristen herself went sprawling. 

"Bitch!" she screeched, jumping to her feet and swinging wildly. Her nails were extended and ready to scratch deeply, but her hand hit nothing but air as Sean easily ducked the blow, and another, as the other girls scattered out of the way. 

The gym teacher finally noticed the fracas and blew his whistle. "You two! Go inside and cool off, and check in with the assistant principal at 2 o'clock. If he sees any scratches or bruises, your parents will hear of this." 

Kristen stormed off with Sean following calmly. His heart rate had barely budged during the brief combat. Inside the building, Kristen turned and said, "We need to talk. Follow me!" 

Sean shrugged and followed at a prudent distance, curious to see if he could do Shannon a favor and resolve this once and for all. He didn't see how the girl could possibly hurt him, even if she was quite a bit taller and heavier than Shannon's body. 

Kristen had experience taking her boyfriends to all the unused spaces in the field house, so she threaded quickly through the maze to the wrestling room, always empty during the off-season and dimly lit from overhead skylights. Sean tested the surface and kicked his shoes off just in case Kristen attacked him. The blonde closed the door and dropped the latch. She turned and studied her nemesis, who balanced easily on the padded floor 3 feet away. 

"I'm up to here with you. You need to stay away from me and especially from Adam. No one dumps me!" 

"Really, I could swear I dumped you on your ass about 3 minutes ago." 

Kristen's eyes bulged at the taunt, but she held it together. "You and your little frump act are not fooling me. I noticed you stopped wearing the baggy clothes and nerd glasses, but you've got a long way to go before you're this hot," gesturing to her own body. 

"Bit full of yourself, aren't you?" Sean asked, though he secretly agreed with Kristen regarding her legendary hotness. The girl was all that and a bag of chips if you were into blondes. 

Kristen fumed. "I'm so sick of seeing you in those damn sweatpants and baggy shirts and bag-lady clothes, geek! Do you even own a dress?" 

Sean smiled until his sister's green eyes glowed, "I sure do, in fact Adam got to see one of my best ones last night." 

Kristen lunged into a low diving tackle, accidentally grabbing Sean's loose pants and pulling them down as they fell in a tangle. Sean fell backward as he tried to pull his sister's long legs free of the pants while Kristen scrambled for the advantage, trying to pin the smaller girl with her weight. 

Sean's legs came free at last, so he scissored them around and caught Kristen coming in with a cross-body hold, then he twisted her into a flip to smack into the mat on her back. His loose hair clip flew off as he rotated around on his shoulders.  

Kristen lay stunned as Sean climbed on top of her and sat hard on her pelvis. Kristen looked up past her heaving breasts at the peach silk wrapped pudendum, and her eyes were drawn up the lightly muscled torso and now gaping t-shirt to see marvelous C-cup breasts in a matching peach bra. Curly red hair tumbled down around her enemy's shoulders. Kristen's nostrils flared as she smelled a mix of strawberries and overheated female. 

Sean looked down at the beautiful blonde laying prone in a thin gym t-shirt and shorts. She was at his mercy, and he could not help thinking, "If only I was in my body right now, she would be staring straight at my dick." He could see Kristen's nipples standing out through her bra and t-shirt. He looked down between his spread legs to see that her t-shirt had pulled up, revealing a diamond piercing glimmering from the shadowed flat stomach. He could feel the spread of Kristen's curvaceous hips against his calves. He leaned forward and pressed his sister's slim, strong arms down on Kristen's shoulders. "Are you done attacking me? I can keep kicking your ass all day and not leave a mark on you." 

Tears welled in Kristen's eyes as she lifted her hands and grasped Shannon's knees weakly. There was a ripple of taut muscles in Shannon's incredible legs as Sean tensed up to counter any aggressive move. Something in Kristen flipped, something she had never acknowledged consciously, something that Erica's "infallible" gaydar had not detected. Her hands slid up the redhead's arms slowly and grabbed her locked elbows to push them into a bend. 

Sean let her bend his arms and leaned forward accordingly. Kristen kept pushing and he kept leaning until his face was only 2 inches from hers. He could smell her sweet breath, it was intoxicating. He leaned one last inch as Kristen's neck arched forward to match the distance, and their lips touched. He felt Kristen's tongue lick his sister's soft lips and opened his mouth. Their tongues tasted each other eagerly, wetly, and he felt Kristen's hands slide from his elbows and grasp his hips to rotate them forward. 

Kristen felt her former opponent's firm breasts push against her own slightly larger rack. The cheerleader squirmed her hips until her own vulva was pressed firmly against the one spread on top of her. They ground against each other for half a minute as the kiss continued. Her hands briefly caressed the girl's curvaceous ass, touched the dimples above it, then grasped the t-shirt and pulled it upward. 




Monday Mayhem Day 03



Day 3

Shannon woke early, planning to spend more time dressing Sean. The abs on Sean's body flexed as she sat up easily. She stopped to admire the view down her front, and flexed her pecs a few times. She listened carefully for any noise from Sean's room, then she pulled her shorts down to get the full monty. 

She stared at the semi-erect penis, about 2/3 of its ultimate size, and wondered how much it changed as boys walked around in various situations. She had heard most boys were only 5 to 6 inches erect, so Sean had been somewhat blessed, although she had no idea if he was thicker than the norm as well. She tentatively reached out and ran a finger up and down the side of it. The smooth, taught skin was very sensitive, she thought. It had grown a bit more now, pointing straight out. She pushed down on it to see how that felt. It didn't hurt much unless she tried to push hard. It would easily go upward against her stomach, though. 

Her experiments now had it fully erect, 7.5" long and standing up at 45 degrees with a swollen head. In imitation of countless males over the centuries, she tried to bend forward and touch it with her tongue, but fell short by several inches. She laughed to herself and watched it shake a bit. 

She listened again for any noise in the house, it was still dead silent. She wrapped one hand around the thick rod, and squeezed it. That felt better than she expected, not hurting at all. She cupped the hairy scrotum, also more sensitive than expected. She squeezed it a bit harder and the sharp pain surprised her. The line between pain and pleasure on the scrotum was apparently very fine. She rubbed it more carefully, feeling the testicles move around under the strangely bumpy skin of the sack. She shifted to the shaft again. Her heart was beating harder now and her mouth felt strange. She slowly moved the clenched hand up and down, feeling the dry friction on her skin, watching and feeling the skin stretch up and down with her ministrations. 

"These things are kind of fun," she thought. She gripped the base with her left hand and the upper half with her right, the width of the two just less than her length. She held it like that for a few moments, then she moved her hands together, trying to imagine what it felt like fully inserted in a vagina. The dry skin of her palms spoiled the fantasy, though.

She turned to her bedside table and pulled out a tub of hand cream. Listening all the while for Sean, she took a dollop of the cream and spread it out on her penis, making it twitch, slippery and glistening. She grabbed it with both hands again and rubbed them as one. That felt pretty good, she thought, too bad I'll probably never stick this in a girl for real. She took the left hand off and continued to stroke with the right. That felt even better, so she stroked harder, altering the stroke to get a better feel as the hand rubbed up onto the mushroom head. 

The head was getting very sensitive now and a tingling feeling was running down the rampant penis. She stroked faster and moaned softly. Her left hand moved below to cup her balls again. She squeezed a bit too hard and felt pain, so she tried pulling down on them gently, which felt good. She stroked harder with her other hand and kept caressing her balls. "Ahhhhh," she groaned, and the tingly, burning feeling gathered at the base of her rod and shot upward, come spurting onto her stomach and chest. She was surprised at how fast she could achieve orgasm and far the semen shot out. It usually took her quite a bit longer to masturbate in her own body. Her new knowledge made her a bit more sympathetic to Tony's quick shot, though she could not condone his actions afterwards.

Suddenly she remembered Sean was in the house, and held her breath to listen. It was still quiet, so she tentatively stuck a fingertip into a gob of semen, then stuck it in her mouth. It smelled a bit but didn't taste like much. She imagined swallowing it like Erica and shrugged. Then she hopped up and quietly walked to the bathroom with the slowly wilting penis waggling before her, leading her into the shower.

After the shower Shannon looked into her wardrobe with a critical eye. She was going to dress to impress today, so she wanted a good outfit for Sean to show her off in. She finally decided simpler was better, and chose a black ruffled skirt that would show off her legs and a deep blue blouse that made her hair look even redder than usual. Sean would have to shave her legs, at least the lower parts anyway. Due to the black skirt against her very white skin, she tried to find a decent set of pantyhose to wear, but they were all old and worn since she had not been dressing up for over 6 months. She thought about switching to pants, but that seemed boring. She finally dug into the back of her lingerie drawer and pulled out a new pair of thigh high black stockings she had never worn before. 

"I hope he can handle wearing these, they should stay up ok without a garter," she thought. Slightly higher platform style heels finished the outfit.

Shannon went into Sean's room to find him buried under blankets, just some random strands of red hair sticking out. She sat down on the bed and shook him. "Sean!" 

"What?" 

"You need to get up a little earlier, remember? I'm dressing you up a little more today, I promised Mom." 

"Uhhh. I was hoping I'd be me again this morning." 

"Me too. Do you think I like waking up each morning with a stiffy? It's really strange. And you have calls of nature twice as often as I'm used to because your body eats so damn much. And I'm always hot, not in just the good way, but just plain overheated. Why are you under all those blankets?" 

"Because your body is always cold, especially at night!" 

"Aww, poor baby! Rise and shine, I have an idea to get you shaving and showering in general without keeping your eyes closed." 

"What?" His head popped out of the blankets. 

"Ta da!" She held up a white bikini. 

"Brilliant!" 

They headed into the bathroom. "I think you could just get away with the lower legs and knees, the skirt is not that short." 

"Um, ok," he replied. 

"Ok, same drill." He closed his eyes and took off the t-shirt and shorts and panties. She put the bikini bottoms on one leg, then the other, and he pulled them up snugly. "Arms out." She fastened the bikini top, "Ok." 

He opened her eyes. "If you want to leave, I'll get to it." 

She walked out, and he closed the doors and quietly locked them for the first time in 3 days. He looked back over his shoulder to admire the view of Shannon's ass in the hi-V-cut bikini, then he turned slowly to get the full show. He wasn't sure he could ever get used to seeing this every morning, it was better than his stash of playboys. If only he had his dick to stroke...wait, not for his sister, but...face it, he realized, she was so hot it was useless to deny the fact that she turned him on. 

He got in the shower and dropped the wall bench to sit on while shaving. The hot water had Shannon's soft skin ready in no time, and he started to apply the gel and rub it into lather. "Hmmm, that's not bad." He decided to keep going, the feeling getting more intense as he rubbed lather up over his inner thighs to the edge of the bikini. Squirming toward the end, his whole body was getting flushed. He ran the razor carefully down one firm calf. Ok, that was not hard. 

He was done with her legs in a few minutes. They felt great when he ran his hands along the baby smooth skin. He could feel some warmth beneath the bikini. The feeling grew more urgent, so he pulled the bottoms down and took a peek. His sister's landing strip had widened a bit with fuzz over the past 3 days. With her body encouraging him, he decided to clean it up. It would save her the effort if they switched back tomorrow, or something like that, he rationalized weakly. 

He slid the tight bikini down and hung it up, then took the shower head to wet himself down with warm water. The feel of the pulsing water almost made him cry out, he bit his lip and shuddered, and his pussy lips were now fully engorged. "Holy shit!" he thought. "Get a grip, she's going to start wondering what you're doing." He sprayed more gel around the landing strip and lathered it, slippery and shuddering a bit now. 

His hand was shaking slightly. "Careful!" he thought, on the ragged edge, trying to focus and steady his hand. The safety razor helped as he very carefully shaved around the strip and down her body's bikini line. Was it ok? He placed the razor on the shelf and reached a shaking left hand down to feel for further stubble, or so he told himself. It was smooth and very, very slippery all over, a mix of warm steam from the shower, the residue of the lather and the copious juices from his aching pussy. 

He could not stop his hand from sliding toward the middle, toward his engorged and sensitive clit. He rubbed slowly, first on the clit, then around it, then back. He gasped and switched to using his middle finger on the clit and index and ring fingers to caress all around. He leaned back against the tile wall, round ass still on the edge of the bench, long shapely legs extended and spreading. His hand slid easily up and down over the slick pussy, then his middle finger curved into the slit as his legs pressed into the floor on tiptoe, raising his ass off the bench, right arm braced beneath him. His hips tilted and thrust involuntarily as his middle finger slid out to circle the clit and back down to penetrate his vagina, now dripping wet. His pelvic muscles clenched on the invading finger each time. 

Unknown to him, his position was almost identical to Shannon's favorite, with arms reversed. He opened his eyes and looked down at the gorgeous body in its wanton position, breasts in the bikini thrusting skyward and beautiful hips rolling and thighs quivering. The perfect vision of feminine lust easily tipped him over the edge. He felt his pussy contract as lights exploded behind his closed eyes and his toes curled against the hard tile. He clenched his sister's jaw as hard as he could to keep from crying out loud, so just a few soft high pitched noises escaped from his throat. 

He relaxed and sat back down on the bench, legs still shaking a bit as his pulse calmed. He couldn't believe how powerful the female orgasm was, how did they ever leave the house? He then heard a soft knock on the door. 

"You almost done in there?" Shannon called. 

"Still washing your hair!" he called, controlling his voice with an effort. He stood and washed his pussy and legs quickly. Then he pulled on the bikini bottoms and quickly tried to get the mass of red curls clean. 

Once dry and wrapped with a towel over the swimsuit, he peeked into Shannon's room, and heard her in the kitchen. Not wanting his sister to see the telltale newly smooth landing strip on her body, he grabbed the panties and quickly slid them on in place of the bikini bottoms, took a deep breath, and called casually as he could. "Hey, I was able to change a bit by touch, but I need your help with the bra." 

Shannon came in. "Oh, that's ok, I guess." 

He closed his eyes and dropped the towel. She quickly switched the bikini top for the matching bra, then she eyed her body. Her legs looked great, smooth all the way up... 

"Did you shave above the knee too?" 

"Yeah, I kept trying to even the line out on both legs, but after getting up above the knee I figured what the fuck and did the whole things. It just seemed easier, hope you don't mind." 

She pictured him caressing her upper thighs with shaving cream, and the thought was disturbingly erotic. 'No, I guess not." 

He smiled and thought, "Phew, got away with it."

"Ok, here is what you're wearing today: this skirt and blouse and wedge heels. We'll just let my hair fall naturally, it's not supposed to be windy." 

He looked again. "What are these? Stockings?" His voice was nervously high pitched. 

"Sorry, no pantyhose, I need to go shopping. These were all I had left. I think you will be able to manage them, just make sure to give them a tug up whenever you head to the bath room." 

"Uh, ok, I guess." He didn't want to tell her that the thought of her long legs in black stockings underneath the skirt he was wearing was so intensely erotic, he wasn't sure he would be able to hold a coherent conversation with anyone or sit still for more than 30 seconds at a time all day. "Aw, man, I'm screwed," he thought, for about the hundredth time during this ordeal.

"Putting on stockings is easy, especially with your legs fresh shaved. You just gather them up in a neat handful like this, carefully insert the foot like so, then slide them slowly and carefully up to avoid snags." She slid the elastic top up to his thigh, leaving an inch or so of bare skin below his panties. "Now you try the other one." 

Sean gulped, not wanting her to watch. He quickly went for a hail mary. "Did you hear a knock at the door?" 

"No, but I'll check." She left, and he quickly tried to emulate her technique with the left stocking. The look and feel of it sliding up his leg made him shake a little, which was what he was afraid of her seeing. He stood up as she returned. 

"No one there. Ok, looks like you're good so far, put the skirt on and let me see to your hair before we button that blouse on."

He let her drive to school, not wanting to try it in heels. They sat in the car in the parking lot for an extra minute. "Ok, last minute stuff. Unlike the sundress, you can cross your legs in that skirt, in fact they look great doing it. Keep it draped just above the knee when you do. Let my body do the walking when you can. Oh, and even though this skirt is slightly longer, you still need to be sure not to bend forward when walking up the stairs in front of anyone, or you'll flash them. Only one class upstairs today, so should be piece of cake. Got it?" 

"Sir, yes, sir!" He gave a mock salute. 

His own face smiled back at him. "Make me look good," Shannon said, and they got out of the car. 

"By the way, that shirt you're wearing is not for school, it's for going out." Sean advised her. 

"Your idea of a decent shirt for school differs greatly from anyone with a reasonable amount of taste. This shirt makes me look great, much better than the floppy t-shirts I've been grabbing all week." 

"Yeah, it does, but then you have to wash it and iron it, what a pain in the ass." 

"Hey, if you want to keep someone like Erica interested, and God only knows why, you need to put more effort in. You can't count on the ladies seeing these rippling muscles underneath your crappy clothes, and even when they do it won't always distract them from the fact of your crappy clothes." 

"You totally lost me there, sis," Sean grinned.

Getting to Shannon's locker was interesting. Sean walked gracefully down the hall, hair bouncing a bit. He had to concentrate on keeping his mind clear with breathing exercises because the feel of the stockings occasionally rubbing each other under his skirt as he walked was making him want to find a broom closet and rub himself to about 3 more climaxes. His deep breathing was subtly emphasizing his tits, and the skirt revealed his sister's sensational legs with each stride. Since he was not concentrating at all on walking, Shannon's body reflexively made the most of walking in the heels. 

There was practically a small parade of guys who had turned to look and were following him down the hall. Two teachers looked out of their rooms to see what was going on. Shannon watched from afar, somewhat jealous despite the amount of feminine attention she had gotten during the past few days in Sean's body. She badly wanted her body back. 

Misty had to push past several of the boys to get to her best friend. "Haven't you morons ever seen a girl before? Go away already." 

She looked the redhead up and down and whistled softly. "Ok, you've officially left smoldering far behind!" 

"What about my behind?" 

"I'm considering changing teams just looking at it." They laughed. "I have news: I was just going by Erica's locker. She has upgraded Sean quite a ways on her little chart." 

"Ok, that's good, I guess. Not sure how he got the new rating, though." Sean started to wonder if Shannon was telling him the whole truth. Could she have let Erica seduce her? If so, was she better in bed with his body than he was? It was a disturbing thought. 

"Well, it's both good and bad news for me. If she keeps moving him up the other cheerleaders will want a piece before I can ask him out." 

"I think I can guarantee he will look you up after dumping that lying skank."

They walked off to class together.

Later in English class, Misty noticed that her friend was writing quickly and easily with her left hand. "Shannon," she whispered. 

"What?"

"How are you doing that?" 

"Doing what?" Sean guiltily stopped rubbing his crossed, silk-stockinged legs together under the desk, the feel of them having kept his pussy delightfully hot and bothered through the past two classes. He had not really been paying attention to much else, but was writing an occasional sentence so the teacher wouldn't notice. 

"You're writing left-handed." 

"Shit!" Sean thought. He had slipped up. He stammered, "Um, I, ah, hurt my right wrist the other day." 

"Bullshit, you would have told me." 

"I'm telling you now." 

Misty decided to get tricky: "Hey, remember when I stepped on that nail? I told you right away." 

"Oh, yeah, you did. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner." 

There was no nail. What was going on? She thought hard about their conversations during the past couple of days. In retrospect, they were a bit strange. Shannon hadn't told her any details about her big date for several days, when normally they would have spent longer talking about it than she did on the date itself. Was Shannon mad at her? Was she sick? Had she ever mentioned being ambidextrous? Their friendship had grown rapidly over the short months to the point where they shared everything about every event. Questions flew through her head as she worried and analyzed the problem.

Sean had trouble with boys trying to chat him up all day, despite the risk of Adam's wrath if he had caught any of them. The attention was flattering but also confusing. "Shannon owes me big time for this," He thought as he flirted mildly as best he could, trying to be vivacious and witty, but generally feeling uncomfortable any time he began to enjoy himself. 

After about the fourth class with legs crossed and hovering perpetually on the edge of getting off, he had no choice but to retreat to the bathroom. To add insult to injury, one of the hotter cheerleaders was in the process of adjusting her skirt as he walked in, flashing her panties at him accidentally. He moaned inwardly and rushed into a stall. He crossed his legs again and rubbed powerfully and silently until the girl had left the bathroom empty. Then he raised his skirt to see the sexy lingerie and panties, now with a big wet spot. He reached down the panties with his left hand and rubbed his clitoris. It only took seconds for him to come hard. Luckily no one walked in at the time to hear him gasping in pleasure.

He finally got through Shannon's last class, and with optional study hall as final period, he left early to walk to the gym, bag slung over his shoulder and the black skirt flowing a bit in the wind as the air teased the skin above his stockings. He was desperate to get some sort of workout in after 2 days of nothing.

That morning he had talked to Shannon. "Do you mind if I take your bod to my gym? I'm getting antsy with no daily endorphin fix." 

"Why not go to my dance studio?" 

"I'd be willing to try, but you don't have an instructor, and without someone telling me what to do, I don't know how to dance, even if your body does." 




Monday Mayhem Day 04



Authors Note

Note that there are a few music lyrics embedded in the story. Hopefully that is still clear if the formatting does not transfer from Word.

Day 4

Shannon woke up after a long night of tossing and turning. Her brother's hand was curled around yet another morning hardon. "Really, you didn't get enough last night?" She admonished it. She got up quickly and stormed into Sean's bedroom. 

"How do you live with this thing?" she asked loudly. 

Sean rolled over sleepily to find his own penis nearly poking him in the face. His half-asleep instinct was to stroke it, so he reached out and laid his soft hand on the rampant bulge. He had rubbed it gently for 3 or 4 seconds before he awoke fully to find Shannon staring down at him, confused and now mentally as well as physically horny. She was looking at her own face near her brother's penis and hoping for them to get even closer together before she became shocked at what she was thinking. 

"Why did you do that?" she asked. 

"Huh, woops!" He let go quickly. "Sorry, habit. It is my penis, after all." 

Shannon retreated to the bathroom, where it took 5 minutes before her uncooperative dick would soften enough to pee. Her mind kept flashing back to disturbing longings that did not help matters.

Sean put on the dress Shannon had picked out for him, buttoning up the front over a dark blue underwear and bra set. "No stockings today, thank God," he thought. The dress was shorter than yesterday but not like the 3rd date dress, so he thought he could manage it.

The phone rang. Sean picked it up, "Hi Mom." 

"Shannon, sweetie, how are you?" 

"I'm great, actually. How are you two doing?" 

"We're fine, the weather is terrific here. Your dad has a wicked sunburn. How is school?" 

"It's going fine. I think I caused a riot yesterday, though." 

"Really, how?" 

"I let my hair down." 

His mom laughed. "What did Misty say?" 

"She propositioned me, of course." They both laughed. 

"Well, I'm glad to hear you're having fun. Not too much fun, I hope. No wild orgies?" 

"Maybe a couple." 

"Tell Sean I said hi. Love you!" 

"Love you, too."




On the way to school, Shannon reminded Sean that she was heading to Erica's house afterwards. 

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he joked. Since he had been told by Misty about the blogging and that his reputation had improved a bit in rank, he had been torn between telling Shannon about the blogging and letting her continue to fool his girlfriend a bit longer. 

Shannon gave him a withering look. "I have already done enough to get you out of the sex cellar. I'd rather not do anything else if I can help it." 

"You have to at least give her a good kiss, otherwise she may decide your other kisses were a fluke." 

"Fine, one good kiss, I'll just close my eyes and pretend she is Adam. Speaking of whom, how was the date?"

"It went pretty well. I didn't barf on him or anything."

"Thank God for small favors. He seemed to like the outfit. Did you talk to him at all? Did he try to get physical? I need details."

"We talked about music and stuff. He took me to his uncle's house for a picnic, had it all planned out. There is a butterfly enclosure there, it's pretty neat. He must really like you to go to that amount of effort." Sean hoped to distract her away from the question about how physical the date had gotten. He still couldn't believe how far it went, and there was no way he could explain it to her.

"I just wish I was the one dressed up and enjoying the attention." Shannon brooded, forgetting to press him for further details.

Sean and Shannon had been doing all right in each other's classes when homework was the only consideration. Unfortunately Sean finally got hit with a pop quiz in Calculus, which he had not yet taken. He failed miserably, and knew Shannon would be furious. If the switch continued much longer, the portion of her grades based on quizzes and tests would plummet.

During free period, Sean found himself thinking about Shannon's prodigious talent and fitness level, and whether she could channel it towards school while still looking for an instructor of the right caliber. He walked into the empty auditorium and imagined Shannon up there dancing, with the whole school applauding afterwards. Unfortunately, without switching back, all Sean could do consciously was singular moves like pirouettes and plies and such. Someone would need to tell his body how to link things together as art. They really need to figure this switch out soon, he thought. 

He walked up the stairs and across the stage lightly. Then he did a pirouette that flared his skirt out to reveal the blue panties. "Woops," he thought. He hummed some half-forgotten music from one of his sister's recitals, and his body started to move in a few graceful, well-rehearsed steps. The music helped put a few moves together, and he now wondered whether playing it for real would allow him to recreate a whole performance. He tried to remember more of the song, but just a few bars here and there were all he could recall. As he moved haltingly around the stage, his long legs and short skirt showed well-defined muscle in calves and thighs.

Kristen watched from the shadows of the stage, mesmerized by the redhead. She was missing a class but did not care. The ugly duckling was gone, and this beautiful dancer had her hooked. Kristen had never felt such longing for any male, instead everyone had always wanted her, chased her, obsessed over her. She had waited impatiently for Shannon to seek her out after their encounter, but nothing had happened. Instead the girl had started dressing up instead of down, unbelievably beautiful to her, as if to twist the knife in her gut. The turnaround was devastating. 

She had surreptitiously followed Shannon around for the past two days, sick to her stomach with desire. This morning Kristen had readied herself as carefully as she knew how: trimming her pussy, waxing, skin softener, her most expensive perfume, eyebrows plucked, makeup applied to perfection, hair styled in a perfect French braid, teeth flossed and breath sweet, Victoria's secret angels lingerie with stockings and garter under a wraparound dress that showed her tits to perfection. 

When she got to school, every cheerleader she saw had asked what the special occasion was. She made up a story about a photo shoot and possible modeling gig immediately after school.

The redhead finally stopped dancing and looked ready to leave. Kristen stepped from the shadows. "Shannon, wait up!" Her voice was a bit shaky. 

Sean saw the tall blonde goddess step into the light and got such a rush of desire he was relieved. "Not totally gay yet," he thought. "Hello, Kristen. Why are you so dressed up?" 

"Someone-, uh, something special I wanted to do today. Do you have a minute? I'd like to talk, no fighting, I promise." 

"Ok, as long as it's not about Adam." 

"It's not, believe me. We could sit on the edge of the stage, I guess, or I know a place that is a bit more comfortable." 

"Ok." 

Kristen led her backstage to the unused director's office, where there was a desk and a couch. She sat nervously on the edge of the couch while Sean chose to lean on the desk. Sean was aware of intriguing sexual tension due to their earlier encounter, and enjoyed the feeling being caused by a girl for a change. He then recalled the problems caused for his sister by this beauty and felt his desire wane. 

He looked down at the blonde bombshell and said evenly, "I've been enjoying not being a pariah around here. I guess I should thank you." 

"As if I could have stopped you after your transformation. You're so stunning, no one would listen if I had proof you worshipped Satan as a hobby. You could probably have a dick hidden under there and still be popular at this rate." 

Sean smiled wryly at the irony. "Well, you know there isn't one."

"Yes, I do." Kristen shifted, rubbing one leg up over the other. From his recent experience with the same leg actions, Sean suspected she was very turned on at the memory. He wondered what she was wearing under the dress. "I had never been with a girl before, you know." 

"I remember you saying that. I hadn't either." 

"So we were virgins, in a sense." 

"More than you know." 

Kristen was puzzled for a moment, but then continued. "I wanted to apologize again for the way I have treated you in the past. Can we get past that?" 

"I don't know. Definitely not yet, anyway. It's only been a few days, Kristen. You haven't really proven anything to me at this point." 

"I guess you're right. I'd like to prove something to you now." Kristen took a deep breath. "Do you like my outfit?" 

"Yes, it's very pretty," Sean answered carefully. 

"I was hoping you would. It has a special feature." Kristen stood up, reached down and untied a hidden string on the wraparound dress. She then shimmied carefully, and the dress fell from her body. Her d-cup breasts strained against the black and pink demi-cup bra. The matching panties were low cut with strings around her hips. The tight triangle of silk showed her labia were already engorged. Black stockings rode high on the extra-long, shapely legs. A black and pink garter belt completed the set. Kristen stood posed on her high heels, more nervous than confident despite her magnificent body and face. She had never feared rejection until now, and so had stacked the deck as much as she knew how.

Sean stared unabashedly at the beauty before him. He had seen much of the blonde the other day, but only poorly lit and up close. The full effect of the complete woman before him was stunning. He was awestruck that such a woman wanted him, or really Shannon. 

He cleared his throat. "Turn around, let me see the rest." 

Kristen turned to show her exquisite ass outlined in silk cut high on each cheek. Sean nearly leaped on her, but the thought of how his sister felt about this girl helped him hold his ground. It helped that he could no longer see Kristen's enormous blue eyes.

"Kristen, I'm not the girl for you, I'm sorry." 

Kristen's shoulders hunched at the rejection. "Why not?" 

"The jury is still out on whether you are a good person, and I'm dating Adam, your ex-boyfriend. We shouldn't be doing each other, too. Also, the girl thing may be sort of temporary for me." 

Kristen dropped to her knees slowly and ended up hugging herself loosely. "I don't care about Adam anymore, to be honest. He's a great guy and great in bed and all, but suddenly I'm not that into guys." Kristen shifted and looked back over her shoulder, still kneeling. "I'll do anything for you, though." 

The view of her pleading face, long slim back stretched gracefully above the horizontal line of her garter belt, venus dimples above buttocks bent and straining the tight panties, was something that Sean would try to remember forever. He clenched his hands on the edge of the desk. "I should go before we regret this." 

Kristen turned and crawled slowly toward him, breasts hanging heavily against her bra, rounded ass flexing under pink and black. Her high-cheekboned face was flushed and long eyelashes shadowed her eyes. She reached Sean's feet as he stood paralyzed. She bent and kissed his instep, then licked up his calf. "Just one more time, please, I beg you." 

Kristen slid her hands up the exquisite legs slowly, past the knees, and then up the outside of the thighs. She began kissing again above the knee, making her way up the inner thighs, her hair tickling Sean's smooth skin. The short skirt was slowly raised, exposing blue panties with a large wet spot. Kristen sniffed the juices and moaned, gripping the muscled thighs tightly as if trying to prevent her quarry from escaping. Sean could not have moved if his life depended on it.

Kristen licked the silky material, tasting the redhead again. She pushed her tongue into the fabric and caressed the labia. Sean's legs spread outward to accommodate her while his heart raced. 

Kristen continued to probe with her tongue, slowly. Then she let go of Sean's thigh with her right hand and slid it around up the between his legs. He felt her long fingers caress up the crack of his ass as her tongue continued to torment him. Her fingers slid the tight panties to the side, exposing his pussy and anus. She licked his clitoris and wet her index finger with his juices, then she teased the sphincter with the slick digit. Sean nearly collapsed at the dual sensations. Kristen didn't want her lover to go too soon, so she pulled back before the girl could tip over the edge.

Kristen slid her hands up and pulled the panties down while Sean lifted his buttocks off the edge of the desk. She then reached up and unbuttoned the dress by feel while kissing and licking the soft skin above and to the sides of the red-haired strip. Sean caressed her hair, then let go as the blonde grabbed the skirt of the dress and stood, pulling the dress up and over his head. 

Kristen paused to marvel at the dancer's body, now wearing only the blue bra and sandals. She was so feminine, and yet showed muscle each time she moved. She was irresistible, amazing, intoxicating. Kristen had to see all of her, so she reached and unclasped the bra at the front, letting the C-cup breasts stand proudly, dark pink nipples taut. She sucked one, then the other, while sliding the bra off the redhead's shoulders. She then hugged the girl to her and kissed her full on the mouth as she caressed her back and stroked her ass. 

Sean felt the blonde's lingerie rubbing sensually at his nipples and hips and thighs as they kissed. He gripped one large breast in his left hand and held the small of her back with the other. He then moved his lower hand to the skin between Kristen's stockings and panties, running smooth fingernails around the area. 

Kristen dragged them over to the couch and leaned Sean over and down onto it, kissing him all the while. She quickly slid her panties off and climbed on top of the redhead with her head hovering over the awaiting pussy. Sean found himself in his second 69 of the last 24 hours, this time surrounded by stocking-clad legs and looking up at the pussy of the hottest blonde he had ever met. 

The two girls sank together, tongues lapping their wet labia and clits. Sean licked slowly from clit down to moist crevice and back, while Kristen circled the dancer's clit with sure strokes. Their bodies writhed in pleasure while they each grabbed their partner's ass to hold steady. 

Sean spread Kristen's labia with his fingers. Her blonde pussy was fascinating to him, and he wanted to explore every inch of it, slowly. 

Kristen had inserted a finger into Sean's vagina and was slowly pumping it in and out. She spread his juices all around, making the entire area slick before she nuzzled and licked vigorously.

Their hearts quickened to a pounding beat as they each hit various erogenous areas with their tongues and fingers. Kristen, being the more experienced, set the pace based on how far along she thought the redhead was. Her own body was easy to gauge from experience, and she wanted to come at the same time as her infatuation did.

Sean went along for the ride, trying to keep up as the blonde seemed to have two tongues and twenty fingers. He licked and suckled Kristen's clitoris with his tongue, three fingers inserted into her vagina and pumping steadily. 

Suddenly Kristen's body started to go out of control, the redhead was overwhelming her. The blonde tried to suppress it but couldn't hold back. She inserted one wet finger into her partner's anus and sucked on her clit, humming harshly to vibrate it. Sean felt like his pussy was electrified, and cried out as his toes curled and his pelvis lifted Kristen, pumping up and down as the orgasm took hold. 

Kristen's orgasm was even better, the result of days of longing for the beautiful, forbidden woman beneath her. She shuddered, teeth clenched to prevent a scream that might echo around the auditorium. She passed out for a few seconds from the intensity of her release.

Sean slid out from under the tall, tanned body of the head cheerleader. Kristen rolled to her side, still dazzled by the best orgasm she had ever had. She had tears in her eyes. Sean rolled to face her and saw them. 

He was puzzled, "Are you ok?" She looked so vulnerable. 

"No, not really. That was so amazing!" She started to cry harder. 

"You're crying because it was amazing? I don't understand." 

"You're as oblivious as a guy, you know?" 

"I guess." 

"This may have been a little experimentation for you, but it meant everything to me, even if I didn't want it to. I've never felt like that with anyone else. I could love you. But you don't really want to be with me, do you?" 

"No, I can't, not right now, at least. I'm sorry." 

"Please get dressed and go away, seeing you naked is not helping me." 

Sean realized he was lying in Shannon's birthday suit beside the lingerie-clad fantasy of every guy in school. And he was rejecting her. Only the switch could have produced a situation this fucked up, he thought ruefully as he pulled on his panties and picked up his bra.




Shannon found Erica standing beside the car after school. She had apparently teased her hair after school since it had quite a bit more volume and bounce than her usual. Her cheerleading uniform hung just below her crotch as she leaned casually against the fender, legs crossed. "Does this girl ever not look like sex on a stick?" Shannon wondered.

As a dancer, she was used to the occasional risqué movement or performance or outfit, but it seemed like Erica's whole life revolved around maximizing her allure. 

"Hey, babe, did you do something to your hair?" Shannon greeted her like she thought his brother would. 

"Hi, stud, I was just playing around. Did you bring some muscles for me?" 

"Only one," Shannon flirted as best she could. Erica laughed and they got in and drove to her house.

Once inside she led the way down the carpeted steps. Shannon cursed as she bumped Sean's head on a low part of the stairwell. Erica giggled and kept going into the finished room. 

It seemed comfortable, with a big L-shaped couch, several padded wooden armchairs and a stereo/TV combo built into the wall. There were lally columns running down the center at 10 foot intervals. A tall box was leaning against and hiding the last one, with a larger box over to the side. 

"Those are the boxes. They're big and awkward. My dad couldn't even move them." 

"I'm hoping these monkey arms are good for something," Shannon replied. 

Erica watched her pick up the first box and carry it across the basement to the door. "That's far enough for now." 

"You sure?" Shannon was barely breathing hard after picking nearly 200 lbs. Sean's body was amazing, she thought for the umpteenth time.

"Have a seat on that chair and rest a minute. I want to thank you properly." 

"Uh oh," Shannon thought. She sat down and waited for the elaborate hug and kiss she was sure to receive. 

Erica had other plans. "Remember 'close your eyes'?" 

"Yes," Shannon smiled at the recollection.

"Your turn." 

Shannon closed her eyes and waited. Erica talked to cover the other noises she might make. "I liked that so much, you were so hot that night." 

Suddenly Sean heard a sound, "zzzz..." and felt something tug on her wrists. She looked and saw that her forearms had been tied with thick zipties to the arms of the chair. 

"What the fuck?" Shannon gasped.

Erica laughed. "You're my prisoner." 

"Get these off me!" Shannon tried to slide her arms back to free them, but the back of the chair was in the way. The cheerleader had planned well.

"What's the magic word?" Erica teased, still smiling. 

"Please?" 

"Nope, that's your safety word, silly." 




Monday Mayhem Day 05



Day 5

Sean dreamed about Kristen. She was still crying, dressed in her lingerie. Still in Shannon's body, he comforted her, one thing led to another, and they were making out. Kristen sucked on his tits and caressed his ass, murmuring, "I wish you had a dick." 

The dream Sean bent her over the bed and growled, "I do!" Sean's penis had appeared on Shannon's body, and he sank it to the hilt into Kristen's pussy from behind. The feeling was familiar but the view past his heaving breasts astonishing, and he and Kristen both cried out... Sean woke up, heart pounding and panties wet. He was still Shannon. Fuck. What a weird dream.

Shannon had woken up even earlier, groaning at the feel of her penis pressing into the mattress. When would this end? She had to get out and do something to get her mind off the dick in her pants. She threw on a t-shirt and headed out for a long, fast run after laying out clothes for Sean on the bed.

Sean cheered up a bit at finding himself alone when he stepped from the shower. He found a skimpy black lace ensemble in Shannon's lingerie drawer and slowly put them on. He posed in front of the mirror, turning himself on with images and actions that he commanded from the beautiful girl therein. He pinched his nipples, finally taking one breast and licking it down towards the tip. He ran his smooth nails down his torso and thighs until his skin was tingling. 

He nearly started masturbating right there, fingers doing a quick caress of his damp pussy, but he figured Shannon would be back any moment. Instead he donned the green button up blouse and dark brown lightweight skirt that Shannon had picked out for him. The blouse was tight across his breasts and at the wrists, while the skirt hugged his round ass and thighs. He put on the strapped, heeled sandals, and then he sat in her makeup chair and practiced crossing his legs, starting to get turned on again.

Shannon stormed through the front door, not even breathing hard after the 5 mile fast run. She took in her brother as he walked into the kitchen in her clothes and felt a bit better at how good her body looked. 

"I always loved that outfit," she said wistfully. 

"You look good in it," he replied, feeling a bit guilty at playing with her body earlier. "Better get going, we don't have much time." 

She headed off to shower and dress quickly, and they headed to school in silence, each wishing the switch would end soon.

*

Not knowing that Shannon now was aware of Erica's blogging ambitions, Sean had decided to take matters into his own hands. When study hall came up during last period, he followed Erica down the hall to deliver his breakup message personally in private, if possible. Unfortunately he would appear to be posing as his sister delivering the message for him. Though this would make him seem like a chickenshit, he didn't think he had much of a choice. It didn't seem fair to ask his sister to deal with any fallout of his mess. 

It was easy to follow Erica, she was pivoting along sexily in 3.5" heels, a tight yellow skirt, and a lace black strapped top with built-in bra that laced up the sides and left several inches of her sexy dusky midriff bare. "How does she get away with dressing like that in school?" he wondered, admiring the view nonetheless. 

Sean would have easily been able to blend in and sneak up on someone in his usual body and clothes, but with Shannon's body he was mistaken. Erica easily spotted the very noticeable redhead skulking behind her. She was curious, so she kept walking past the first girl's room and heard Shannon's heels still behind her, keeping up. She turned a corner and went all the way down the hall to a distant girl's room that was usually empty due to an adjacent construction project in the school's west wing. 

As expected, she heard Shannon come in behind her. The brunette calmly approached the sink and began her usual primping routine, checking her makeup and hair as she watched the Shannon's reflection in the mirror. 

"Erica." 

"Hi, Shannon." 

"You, uh, look nice today." 

Erica smiled broadly. Sean had no idea how girls began conversations in the bathroom. 

"Thanks, so do you. That green really brings out your eyes." 

"Thanks. Sorry, but I guess there is no way to sugarcoat this. I came to deliver a message for Sean." 

Erica's eyes shifted back towards her in the mirror as she applied mascara. 

"He has suggested a new blog entry theme for you to write about called 'the time I got dumped.'" 

Erica put some final touches on her lipstick and put the makeup back in her purse. Then, as Shannon's reflection continued to wait for a reply, she reached into her top and lifted each breast into a higher position. She then pulled up her skirt to adjust her yellow thong, taking her time and giving the girl a good view of her buttocks and the small tattoo in front on her hip. 

She saw the redhead's eyes widen at the display and smiled mischievously. "I think you misunderstand my relationship with Sean. See, I'm the cat, he's my mouse that I enjoy playing with. The mouse doesn't really go out with, or break up with, the cat." 

"Really, I don't think he was aware of that." Sean was both furious and aroused. 

Erica continued, "I can seduce your brother any time I want. I did just last night, and I didn't hear any complaints. He made me come twice, in fact." 

Sean had been a bit mesmerized by Shannon's sensual adjustments, her endless tan legs and bright yellow thong, but now shock chased the feeling away. Shannon had had sex in his body! She had lied to him, at least by omission. 

He tried to rally. "He doesn't appreciate you not telling him he was a "rode" test and that you plan to write all about him." 

Erica turned slowly to face him, leaning her rounded ass against the counter and crossing her legs. She put her arms back on the counter and slightly arched her back, thrusting her breasts a bit and showing her diamond belly stud and an extra inch of flat dusky stomach. The subtle, teasing show deepened Sean's breathing. 

"Just because he is suddenly a great lover doesn't mean I can't trash your brother any time I want to, you know. But I'll make a deal with you. I'll leave him alone from now on, and leave him with a stellar rating." 

"That sounds good." 

"You haven't heard the good part yet." Erica tilted her head. "You know, Kristen is not the only one who knows her way around the field house." 

"What?" 

Erica smiled knowingly at the shocked redhead. "I followed you two the other day. I gotta admit, that was quite the show. I nearly came twice just watching you two." 

"Oh, no." 

"Oh, yes. So, to tell you the truth, what I want in return is... you, just once. I had been considering seducing Kristen, but she is my best friend. That could get too complicated, and now you're my new fantasy girl anyway. I've never seen such beautiful hair, and those legs of yours are to fucking die for." 

Sean couldn't help but be flattered that this sex kitten was fantasizing about him, really his sister, but he was driving her body. He debated: if the switch wasn't permanent, this would help him eventually, but then again his sister would flip if she ever found out about Kristen, let alone Erica. On the other hand, part of him was also resentful that his sister had slept with his girlfriend and was apparently better at it than he was. That part didn't really care what Shannon thought, and wanted to prove her wrong. 

"When?" He stalled. 

"Here. Now." 

He watched Erica's nipples hardening visibly in her tight top. He stepped up to a separate sink to look in the mirror and consider the proposal. 

Erica slowly stood up and walked to the door, but rather than leaving, she turned the lock. Then she stepped close, circling around behind him. She looked over Sean's shoulder and into the mirror. It framed them together while she slowly reached out and brushed the long red hair away from the side of his neck. She leaned her lips close to the bare skin. 

"So?" she whispered, letting him feel her breath. Her spread hand combed through his hair gently while her other hand softly touched his ass and rubbed. She continued to gaze with eyelashes lowered at his wide green eyes in the mirror. Sean felt like he was falling through the looking glass into those sultry brown eyes.

"Ok," he whispered back to the beautiful brunette.

Erica kissed his neck, sucking gently, while rubbing her breasts softly against Sean's back. Her hand was now squeezing his ass more firmly. 

He breathed deep and caught the mixed scent of his own strawberry fragrance and Erica's familiar perfume. Erica wrapped her arms around Sean's waist from behind, then she cupped his breasts through the blouse. She rubbed his nipples with expert fingers and then unbuttoned the blouse slowly but steadily. Sean's black lace bra was revealed, and he stood mesmerized by the mirror as his girlfriend pulled the blouse off his shoulders. 

The tight cuffs trapped his hands as she pulled it behind him. Erica smiled at the redhead's temporary helplessness and slipped her arms under his to cup his breasts again, pinching the nipples through the thin lace bra cups and lightly biting his neck until he was squirming, clitoris rubbing hard against the counter top. 

Erica stepped back suddenly, hands on cocked hips, allowing him to turn and quickly unbutton the cuffs of the blouse. The blouse dropped to the floor, and Erica shook her head. "Careful, remember, you have to get dressed again." She bent to pick up the blouse and hang it up carefully while Sean unbuttoned his skirt and stepped out of it. He folded it carefully and turned to drape it over a handicap rail. 

Erica's pulse quickened at the sight of the alabaster skin, black underwear, muscled calves and taut hamstrings, heels set on the floor wider than her hips, venus dimples shaded darkly above the exquisite ass leading up to the wasp waist, tapered back and slightly broad shoulders. Her fantasy girl, indeed.

Sean turned to find Erica had more quickly removed her own yellow skirt. She tried to drape the skirt on a bar behind her without taking her eyes off his sister's perfect body, but the skirt slid off without her noticing. 

Sean smiled sexily at this first sign of Erica losing control. He had never seen such urgency in her, even when viewing his own gorgeous male body. Erica's hands slid lightly along the front of her hips until they were caressing the exposed skin at either side of the tiny thong. The two sirens faced each other for a second, the moment rich with anticipation. Sean broke the impasse by stepping forward and grasping her thrusting breasts with both hands, kissing her at the same time. 

Erica moaned as one hand slid to rub the center of her own thong and the other snaked around to squeeze her lover's ass. She pulled Sean's hips closer, turning the hand in between them and moving it so it rubbed hard on both vulvas at the same time. Sean squeezed her breasts harder as he felt the new friction. 

He broke off the kiss and bit her neck as his hands pulled the straps of her top off her shoulders and down until her nipples slipped free of the fabric. Erica's hand moved from his ass to tangle in the long red tresses and pull Sean's head down to one half-exposed breast. Sean sucked hard and Erica cried out. The hand between them slipped down the front of Sean's panties and went to work directly on his wet clitoris. 

Sean backed up slowly towards the counter as Erica stepped with him, locked in their embrace. When Erica felt his ass bump the counter, she moved both hands to Sean's black panties and slipped them downward, exposing the red-haired pussy to her eager gaze. 

Sean boosted his ass up onto the counter and let the girl finish slipping the panties past his heels. He spread his legs and Erica stepped into the gap. Her talented hands darted behind him to undo his bra with a quick twist and pull it off. Sean was now completely naked except for the heels. 

Sean's fabulous legs lifted and bent around the cheerleader's body, lightly dragging the heels along her round ass. Erica bent and sucked one engorged nipple while rolling the other one between her fingers. Her other hand had returned to rubbing Sean's clit, which pulsed achingly at the attention.

Erica slowly licked her way down the dancer's body, pausing to tongue the ridged stomach muscles and taut belly button. When her hot breath hit Sean's wet juices, he grabbed her long hair in one hand while bracing the other behind him. Erica licked lasciviously along from the bottom of his slit to his clit as he pressed her face into his mound. Sean's back arched, shaking his breasts as Erica expertly moved from one tingling nerve ending to another, in a pattern which took him slowly up the curve. For several minutes Erica continued the erotic play, the bathroom silent except for the sound of the redhead's excited breaths and groans. Erica finally thrust two fingers into the vagina below as she sucked the clit, sending Sean over the edge. He cried out, both hands pushing the brunette's face into his pussy as his heels poked Erica's back.

Sean pulled Erica up to kiss her wetly, licking up the juices from his sister's body. Erica was amazed by the uninhibited actions that nearly matched her own; she had thought this girl inexperienced. Sean caressed Erica's exposed breasts as he kissed her, pinching the nipples lightly. Then he caught her in an armlock and spun her hard against the counter. Erica was a bit shocked at the move and the strength revealed. A tiny bit of doubt burgeoned in her mind; she might not be able to control this girl like she did all the guys. The feeling of unpredictability enhanced Erica's excitement.

Sean grasped Erica's wrists from behind and placed her hands on the counter. "Stay still, and look in the mirror," he commanded. Erica saw the yellow thong practically glowing against her tan skin, then her eyes moved up her flat stomach to her own thrusting c-cups spilled out from the top, nipples hard and aching. She reached up to caress her own nipple, but Sean slapped her hand away. "No touching." Erica was surprised to her herself moan in disappointment. 

Sean pressed his sister's magnificent body against his now ex-girlfriend from behind, rubbing his breasts on her back as he bit down on shoulder and caressed the sides of her breasts with his soft hands. Sean's tilted green and gold eyes locked on Erica's brown ones in the mirror as he sucked her neck. Erica shuddered at the erotic image and the sensations. 

Sean continued to tease her, his fingers coming very close to the nipples but never touching as he kissed and sucked the skin on her shoulders, eyes watching her the whole time. Sean wished he had a dick as well as he pressed his pelvis against Erica' firm ass, pushing her mound against the countertop hard and making her gasp. Erica's heart pounded faster and faster. The redhead finally relented and rolled her aching nipples between thumb and forefingers. "Oh, yes!" Erica cried, rubbing herself against the countertop.

Sean put one muscled leg between Erica's and slid her legs apart while pulling her hips backward. Erica was now leaning hard on the counter, head down, legs spread wide on heels, yellow g-string running up between her naked buttocks. Not having a penis to satisfy the ready vixen, Sean instead crouched between her legs and turned, balanced on his heels, bending his sister's flexible back, hanging onto Erica's ass from underneath as he bent his head backward, long hair dangling down his spine. He pressed his mouth and tongue to the soaking yellow fabric. 

"Yes, eat me!" Erica cried. 

Sean pulled the thong to one side and complied eagerly. He parted her swollen labia with his tongue and lapped her clitoris slowly and deeply, savoring the taste as Erica quivered. Sean used his sister's agility to balance easily on the heels, back arched, breasts thrusting, knees spread and thighs flexed, freeing his hands. His left hand went to spread Erica's labia and expose the clit fully to his tongue and lips. His right hand dropped to caress his own pussy, his wanton position firing his imagination like nothing he'd done yet this week. 

Shannon's dominant hand knew exactly what to do, fingers masturbating expertly and letting him concentrate fully on fucking the vixen with his left. Erica's hips were rolling forward and backward on her shaking legs as his fingers spread to caress the sides of her mound with firm pressure, tongue licking up the middle. Sean slapped her clit lightly with his fingers, making her jump, then he rolled it between his fingers just hard enough to hurt slightly. Erica moaned as the pain and pleasure intertwined. Sean thrust his tongue into the dripping slit as deeply as he could, it felt so slippery. "So damn good!" Erica gasped.

Sean felt himself tightening, getting close as his fingers moved in circles on his clit. He moved his left hand to dip it into the soaking vagina above him, then caressed the tight little anus with wet fingertips as he resumed licking and flicking the clit. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, yyyyessss!" Erica cried as she came. Sean's orgasm hit just moments later, his right middle finger deep in his slit, feeling the muscles contract around it, but balanced on the heels the whole time. 

Erica smiled to herself as she heard the redhead come for a second time. "She's so damn hot!" she thought.

Sean got up slowly as Erica turned to lean on the counter once more. 

"Come here," Erica requested. Sean stepped forward, expecting a kiss, but instead Erica raised his right hand to her mouth, sucking each finger to taste the redhead's juices one more time. 

"Best deal I ever made," Erica whispered. 

*

Misty was still bothered by Shannon's behavior and wrong answers. She decided to check and see how Sean was doing instead, so she skipped class and watched him go to his locker. "I could stare at him all day," she admitted to herself, biting her lip. 

As she watched, he opened his locker right handed. "Wait, I know he's a lefty," she thought. She approached him as the other kids hurried off to class, "Hi there!" 

"Hey, skank!" Shannon so surprised to see Misty that she accidentally greeted her in their usual way.

Misty's suspicions doubled at the greeting. She smiled and played along, "I guess someone's been hanging with his sister a bit too much! How's it going?"

"Ok, I guess. How have you been this week?" Shannon could not help being curious and asking the question a bit more intensely than intended. She had missed her friend a lot. 

"I've been good. Your sister has been kind of quiet, though, not quite herself. Do you know if she is upset with me?"

"Um, no, definitely not," Shannon replied, concerned that her friend was misinterpreting her brother's actions.

"Hey, someone asked me and I realized I forgot: how much older are you than your twin?" 

"10 minutes."

"I thought Shannon was older?"

"Oh, yeah, she is."

"And my middle name is?" 

"Abigail." Shannon replied without thinking. Then she put her hand over her mouth in a feminine gesture. Misty had told her no one else knew the embarrassing moniker. She tried to recover, saying quickly, "Um, Shannon told me that."

Misty wasn't buying it. "Are you ok? You two are acting very strange. Shannon won't talk to me and you're answering everything like she would." 

Shannon could not help flinching guiltily, then she felt tears come to her eyes and turned away to try and hide them. Misty reached up and put her hand on a large shoulder, and was startled to be suddenly hugging a crying 5'10" guy, her face buried against a very hard chest. Shannon could not stop herself, she needed to talk to someone about the switch. 

"Oh, Misty, I missed you so much!"