Four body-swapped teens have more sexual firsts.

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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, where the moisture was building up,

where the pressure was mounting. Mary's hand gripped the muscle of his

leg as she carefully slid her tongue across his clit. Again, her

caressing tongue felt electric against his sensitive nub, and the next

time she teased his hole as well.

Unlike

Chris, Mary knew what she was doing, and despite how gently, patiently

she was building him up to it, Chris was soon approaching an orgasm like

none he had experienced yet.

"Oh

god! I'm about to cum!" he gasped. He reached down and could just

barely grasp the top of Mary's head, trying to press it into his crotch

that much more, not that Mary needed the encouragement. He lifted his

hips to meet her mouth, and then lost all control. His hips bucked, his

knees shook, and he couldn't seem to get a good breath, as the orgasm

lit him up from head to toe.

Mary

hung tightly to him through the storm of his ecstasy. Only when he

stopped writhing and trying to fuck her face did she let go. When she

stopped eating him out, he collapsed on the wrestling mat, his sweaty

back sticking to the vinyl. Mary leaned up, grinning with pride. Chris

felt about ready to pass out, though he knew it wouldn't be wise to do

so naked in the wrestling room. They'd lucked out so far, and hadn't

been disturbed, but that wouldn't last.

Chris

still hoped this would be his last day of being a woman. But he was

glad he'd been granted this second day in Mary's body, because otherwise

he would have missed out on what had just happened.

Mary Masturbates.

Mary

licked her lips. She'd tasted her juices before; who hadn't? But this

was different. Knowing exactly what would work on her body, she had

brought Chris to a humongous orgasm. Mary felt good about that for

multiple reasons. If Chris was sexually satisfied, hopefully he wouldn't

fuck anyone else. And she was hoping that she and Chris would pair off

in the end, and giving him an intense orgasm probably helped ensure

that. And lastly, since she had shown Chris what her body liked, maybe

he would reciprocate sometime, when this was all over.

It

hadn't done much for herself though, leaving her feverish with arousal

and dripping wet. But that was okay. Mary had other plans for Theresa's

body today. She was still mad at Theresa for everything she'd done

yesterday. First Theresa had lied to her, and claimed to be Chris. Then

Theresa (in Chris's body) had fucked Mary's body unprotected, taking

Mary's virginity in the process and possibly knocking her up. That had

been a double betrayal, because she had tricked Chris into it, and she'd

gotten to have sex with Chris first. And Mary resented that Theresa had

possibly gotten her pregnant without Mary getting to feel what that was

like. Now in Theresa's body, Mary had the perfect chance to turn the

tables.

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

"Oh

right," Chris said. "Should I take a morning-after pill, because of

yesterday? I thought I could just leave it for you to figure out today,

but; "

Mary

froze for a second. On one hand, the contraceptive would be just one

sin to add to her tally, and she wasn't planning to settle up with God

until all of this was over. On the other hand, she wasn't certain

whether she wanted it or not. Maybe having a baby from what happened

yesterday would be appropriate punishment for it. Or maybe; it would

take a paternity test to sort out which brother's sperm had done it, and

Chris would probably do the right thing by her regardless. Maybe having

a baby would be a blessing.

"Don't

worry about it, I can sort it out tomorrow," she said. Though she knew

that things might be back to normal tomorrow, or they might not, if

today was any indication. If she didn't take the pill tomorrow, things

could be too far along already by the time she could. But she had

another day to sort out her feelings on the matter.

Chris

was getting dressed as well, but Mary knelt down behind him to help get

the bra back on. With that done, she gave him a kiss on the mouth,

juices still on her chin, and left.

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

"Paul?" she asked cautiously.

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

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

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

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

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

"I

get it, I wasn't in my right mind either," Mary joked. "And um; the

only thing I regret about that is that I wasn't there to experience it.

So do you think; would you want to try it again, but from the other

point of view?"

He

got up from the picnic table eagerly and chucked the remains of his

lunch into the trash bin. Mary took him by the hand, entwining her

fingers with his. To pull this off, she had to be convincing, without

reservation. She pulled him over to a storage shed. Putting her shoulder

into it, she pushed the door open. It was musty and dark inside, but it

was private, and had enough space for them to do their thing.

Mary

turned to Paul, putting her arms around his neck and hissed him

hungrily. That hunger was real, she'd been feeling it since she woke up,

and had intensified it when she ate Chris out; eating out her own

snatch. In no time, they stripped off all their clothes, and Mary had

Paul lay down on the hard floor. She knelt between his legs and gave his

erection a lick.

But

that wasn't all she wanted out of him. She moved up, straddling his

waist, making out with him again, pressing her crotch down on his until

she felt the nudge of his member against her.

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

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

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

"Like

you said, until yesterday," Mary said, trying to shut him up with a

kiss. She reached down and lined the head of his cock up with her slit,

pressing just the tip to her hole. She could tell how eager he was, his

hips rising to penetrate her just a bit.

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

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

"Oh

my god," Paul moaned, and Mary moaned right along with him. She'd never

felt this before, never felt a cock sliding in and out of her, let

alone one bearing life-sparking seed. Riding on top of him, she could

control just how slow or fast they went, just how deep he slid into her,

and just how much of him she let slide out again.

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

"Yesterday

was real too," Mary said, as if she was one to talk. Paul had played it

relatively safe the day before. "I; I'm cumming!" She said, as it

almost took her by surprise.

"Ung,"

he grunted, as he felt her vaginal walls contract around him. But Mary

knew he hadn't cum yet, because she'd know for sure when he did. She

stopped for a moment, sitting heavily on his lap and letting her orgasm

run its course before she began riding him again.

He

had held out through her orgasm, which was more than she had expected,

but it wasn't long after that, when his breaths turned to gasps, and she

started to feel his rod swelling inside her.

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

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

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

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

Mary

finally got to feel a man cumming inside her, and it was everything and

more. Every time she felt him swell inside her, his flesh expanding

outward against hers, her whole body, Theresa's body, squeezed back

against him, contracting, constricting, convulsing as she felt him pour

more of himself into her, until she'd taken all he had to give.

Then

Mary collapsed on him, spent and full at the same time. Her knees felt

wobbly and limp against the gritty concrete floor of the shed. She

didn't care about the moldy air, she needed to catch her breath after

that.

"I love you, Mary," Paul said.

It

took Mary a second to realize what he'd said, and another second to

realize that he hadn't been fooled by her attempt to trick him into

thinking she was really Theresa. She wasn't ready to lift her snatch off

his cock, but she did tense up a bit with worry.

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

"No,

I knew because I share a bedroom with Chris, and I could tell Chris

wasn't really Chris. Theresa woke me up by sucking on my cock."

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

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

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

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

Mary

relaxed again on top of him, and squeezed him in as much of a hug as

she could. She had gotten what she wanted, revenge on Theresa, and she'd

gotten so much more out of it than she'd even expected. She felt full

of warmth and contentment.

Hopefully

that night, she'd be back in her own body, and then sin be damned,

she'd go on birth control right away if it meant experiencing something

like this again.

Christopher’s climax.

Chris

had seen from afar when Mary went up to Paul at the picnic table, and

he had watched the pair walk off, hand in hand. Even at a distance,

Chris could see the affection between them, and when they snuck into the

shed, he feared the worst. So he had watched the scene unfold, through a

corner of the shed's dusty window.

Something

sank in the pit of his stomach as he watched them undress. Chris

thought he and Mary had something special. "If it'll keep you out of

trouble" she'd said, but then she'd gone looking for that trouble

himself, without him. And it wasn't an isolated incident either. Mary

had fucked Paul first the day before too. Her first time with a woman

had been with Paul, and her first time with a man had been with Paul,

and Chris was starting to feel jealous.

Now

every time Paul tightened his grip on Mary's hips, every time Mary's

should blades rose and fell, every time her cry of pleasure could be

heard through the window, Chris could tell that Paul was erupting inside

her, even though that was happening deep within the join of their

flesh. Because Chris knew that feeling firsthand, his mind flashing back

to yesterday when he'd had that same cock inside him, fertilizing him

with the same sperm.

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

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

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

It

was a good question. Chris still wanted to wake up tomorrow and be

himself again, and he wanted to share that version of himself with Mary,

like Paul just had. At the same time, he envied Mary too. Visions of

the day before flashed in his mind, when it had been Chris on the

bathroom counter, Paul's cock sliding deep inside him, with Mary

commanding it. And that first time, with Theresa. She had tricked him

into it, but they had climaxed together all the same, and he'd felt

things he never had before.

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

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

Chris

let her lead him, and the idea of fucking Theresa, which he would have

rejected an hour ago, started to make a lot of sense. As jealous as he'd

felt watching Mary on top of Paul, it had also excited him, and now

with Chris feeling bitter about what he'd seen, fucking Theresa seemed

like a good way to get those frustrations out of his system.

They

were backstage in the high school theater, where only a few safety

lights were on. The theater kids wouldn't show up until later in the

afternoon. Theresa started taking off her clothes; Chris's clothes; and

Chris realized to his surprise that whatever hormones were happening

inside Mary's body, however her neurons were hosting his mind, he was,

at least right now, attracted to men. Or at least to his own body, with

Theresa in it. He walked up to her, and ran his hands across her chest,

her broad, manly shoulders. He slid one hand behind the muscle of her

neck and pulled her in for a kiss, the unshaved stubble bristling

against his cheeks.

Then

Theresa started to disrobe him. They hadn't gotten to see each other

completely naked the day before, they'd just pulled down their pants and

done the deed. This time she lingered on his chest; on Mary's chest;

with its full bust, freeing from that pesky bra, and fondling the mounds

of his breasts. Not in the awkward star-struck way that an actual boy

would have, but the way of someone who normally has breasts and

remembers what feels nice. Theresa leaned over and kissed him on the

neck as she started stripping him from the waist down. She laid him on

the floor and there in the shadows, he felt a slight chill when she

pulled the damp panties from his mound, from the wet slit between his

legs. But he wasn't cold for long, because Theresa soon had her face

there instead, carefully keeping the stubble out of the way, as she

licked him, as she sucked on his clit.

Chris

was on his way to a roaring orgasm, the blood starting to pound in his

ears, but neither of them wanted it to end this way. He sat up and

kissed Theresa again, tasting his juices, Mary's juices, on her lips, on

his lips. And then he rolled her onto her back, and climbed onto her

lap. This was what he'd seen Mary do to Paul, and now Chris wanted to

try it, and to even the score. At first he just pressed his slit against

the erection nestled between them, rigid and hot with blood flow. He

slid his slit up and down the length of it as he and Theresa hungrily

made out behind the theater backdrop. And then, as if inevitable, he

felt the poke of the cock head against his hole, and he pushed down on

it, a little at a time. The sensation of having female anatomy was still

so new, let alone the feeling of having an erect cock penetrating his

vagina, that it every fraction of an inch deeper it went was a fresh

sensation, and almost overwhelming. But when he took her cock; his cock;

all the way inside of him, there was a perfect feeling of fullness, of

snugness, of his clit pressing against her flesh when they thrust into

one another.

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

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

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

But

that was the conundrum. He was doing this in part because he was mad at

Mary, and yet getting even might mean getting Mary pregnant with his

child. Chris felt like he just couldn't win. And the damage might

already be done, since he'd already taken his sperm and Paul's sperm

into Mary's womb the day before. But he couldn't think all this through

with his orgasm approaching fast.

"Chris,

I'm seriously about to; " Theresa only got that far before Chris felt

everything inside him clamp down on her as his climax came suddenly, and

Theresa lost what little control she had left. Chris felt the semen

gushing into him, as if Theresa had been holding back the floodgates. As

they both came together, in a magical moment their bodies synced up,

Chris's vaginal spasms milking the vital fluid out of Theresa's cock;

Chris's own cock, and the feeling of that swelling, that warmth pouring

into him, touching off another aftershock. Chris held on for dear life,

or maybe for new life, as their bodies used each other to the fullest.

It

was several minutes before Chris felt like moving again. He didn't feel

raw or used up like he did after masturbating Mary's snatch. He felt

well used perhaps, but like a well-oiled machine, or like he'd just had

the best work-out of his entire life.

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

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

Chris

still wasn't sure what he'd do if he was going to be living in Mary's

body long-term. But he knew he wouldn't say no to that. Hell, if he was

going to be Mary the rest of his life, he'd be happy having sex like

that with Theresa as long as she'd have him. Maybe even mothering a

child, if it came to that, a matter that might already be set in motion.

"Absolutely," he said.

That

evening, the four of them got together again. Paul brought the book,

but since he was already back in the right body, he didn't chant the

spell with them.

The Third Morning: Mary’s next move.

Mary

awoke the next day in a male body again, but this time it was Chris's.

She looked over to the other bed, where Paul was sleeping. She wondered

if Paul would still be into her today, or if he'd still be into

Theresa's body. But she also had to figure out who was in her body this

time. If she didn't get whoever that was, to take a morning after pill

today, it might be too late by the time they got all this sorted out.

Based on a post by shimm2 for Literotica.