Four body-swapped teens have more sexual firsts.

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

Chris and his clit.

To

his surprise, Chris woke up in Mary's bedroom again. He had gone to

sleep on that bed, after fingering Mary's clit to one last orgasm,

thinking it was his last chance ever to experience a female orgasm.

Though he honestly wasn't very good at it yet, and nearly didn't get

there on his own. If only Mary had a dildo or a vibrator handy, but no,

she was a good Christian girl, or at least she had been when this whole

mix-up started.

At

first, when Chris woke up and saw the pillowy outlines of Mary's

breasts, he was distraught. They had recited the same spell again.

Surely it should have put Chris back into his own body, or at least one

of the others'. But no, somehow he'd ended up in Mary's body twice in a

row. He wondered if the spell had worked at all the second time, or if

it just hadn't worked for him. At the very least, it meant Mary wasn't

back to being herself yet either.

But

feeling those pillowy breasts with his hands, the nipples firming up

against the night shirt, Chris started to warm to the prospect of one

more day as a woman. Maybe yesterday he had woken up as a girl, but he

was a woman now, having been fucked twice in the school bathroom. Chris

knew he was going to be enjoying those memories for a long time to come,

even though through the bathroom door he had been able to hear the

other kids laughing about what was going on. Laughing that Mary was

actually having sex (even though it was actually Chris). Laughing that

Chris was fucking her (even though that had actually been Theresa).

One

more day, Chris thought. He could be okay with one more day in a female

body. Just one more, and then hopefully everything goes back to normal.

The longer he spent in Mary's body, the more normal it felt, and that

worried him. He was starting to see things the way she did, feel things

the way she did. Was he becoming more female? He wasn't sure where his

mind ended and her body began.

What

if he were stuck as Mary for the rest of his life? He'd already been

careless with her body the day before, letting two men cum inside Mary's

snatch. Letting wasn't the right word. He had encouraged it. He had

enjoyed it. But if this went on, if this body was going to be Chris's

long term, he had to be more responsible with it, or it'd be him pushing

out a baby at age 19. As it was, he might end up being the one telling

Mary to push.

When

he had woken up yesterday he had been a virgin. He had been a good

Christian boy, though at 18, "boy" didn't seem quite right. It was all

changing so fast. In a way, if Mary was pregnant with his baby, Chris

felt a little cheated. Yes he'd taken part in making that baby. Yes he'd

felt the seed when it entered into him. But he'd still feel cheated for

not being the one spilling that seed, even though the seed was his.

But

he'd also taken Paul's cock inside Mary's womb, because it had been

Mary behind Paul's eyes. He looked back on that now with a mix of

arousal and disbelief and disgust at the idea of feeling his brother's

erection move inside him, even if it had felt extraordinary.

"Mary!

Breakfast now or never!" Mary's mother shouted from the kitchen. Chris

startled, realizing he'd been getting himself worked up, when he should

have been getting dressed. Mary's mother hadn't noticed a thing the

previous day, but Chris had kept his mouth shut around her. Speaking of

mouths, his mind went back to that kiss with Mary; no, he had to focus

on getting dressed.

Again

he downed a glass of OJ and a buttered toast and ran for the bus,

slowed down by the bounce in Mary's cleavage. He spent his first class

of the day in a daze. He hadn't run into any of his friends yet, since

they all had different classes for first period. Mary was in a

higher-level physics class than Chris was, and it was all over his head

anyway, he had no hope of keeping up.

Between

classes, he ducked into the bathroom to relieve himself, since he had

forgotten to, when he had hurried out the door. This time he remembered

to go into the ladies' room.

Afterwards,

he couldn't help it, as soon as he started touching himself down there,

he got carried away, heedless of the little yelps escaping his clenched

teeth. He was trying to quickly reach an orgasm to get some relief, but

he was still figuring out how it all worked by trial and error, and

when he was impatient, his fingers tended to go too hard, too fast.

Then

he was interrupted by a knock on the stall door. Chris quickly pulled

up his sweatpants and opened the stall door. In front of him was

Theresa.

"Hey,

it's me, Mary," she said, with Theresa's voice. With Theresa's slightly

more slender build, and hair that gracefully curved at the shoulder.

Chris prided himself on still being attracted to women.

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

"Oh,"

Mary said, taking a second to think things through. "Look, that problem

you were dealing with. Maybe I could help?" Mary said with a sly smile.

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

"If

it'll keep you out of trouble, sure," Mary said. "But not here. Let's

go to the wrestling room. It's not being used during this period."

They

snuck through the halls together. As seniors on the verge of graduating

from this high school, no one would think twice about the two of them

cutting a class. When they got to the wrestling room, Mary flipped on

the lights, revealing the padded floor, the wall to wall mirror.

Fortunately the door had a lock on the inside.

Mary

stepped close to Chris, and leaned in. Theresa was slightly taller, her

neck a little longer, so Chris had to angle his head up to meet her

lips. It was Chris's first time kissing a girl actually, and even though

he had cherished when Mary had kissed him the day before, it had been

tainted because she had kissed him with Paul's lips.

Chris

started to take the initiative, slipping his hands up under Mary's

sweater, unclasping her bra. He was getting more practice with that.

Mary gasped as Chris's hands slid across her chest, and stomach,

reaching around her back and pulling her close. Hearing her gasp like

that was a thrill, a sign he was doing something right. But soon Mary

started undressing him. He tried to even the score, and got her to take

off that sweater at least, but soon Mary had him down to just panties.

And she slid those down off his hips without hesitation, because they

were in fact her hips, her panties, and nothing that lay underneath was

unfamiliar to her.

Chris

lay back on the wrestling mat, as Mary climbed over and around him,

kissing his neck, kissing those pillowy breasts, kissing a ticklish line

down his stomach, kissing those thick thighs. Chris paid attention as

closely as he could, knowing that Mary was showing him exactly what she

liked, knowing that in her body, Chris would like it too.

At

last Mary reached Chris's slit. Or it was really Mary's slit, though at

this point Chris had experienced things with it that Mary never had.

Chris felt her hot breath before he felt the teasing lick along his

swollen lips, and then between them