Taking Length By The Pool : MILF Swap 10 (M2F Body Swap Gender Swap Erotica): MILF Swap, #10

By Tori Westwood

I'm a lifeguard and Mrs. Saunders and her friends like to tease me regularly as I sit up high on the chair that watches over the local pool.

One day a mysterious man floats across the water towards me and beckons me to listen to him.  Everyone else appears oblivious.  Soon the man has cast a terrific spell that transforms me into Mrs. Saunders.

Now the pool is empty, apart from the guy who looks exactly like me, sat up on the high chair.  Read as I lure him down and take him inside my new body!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Nov 3, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201821579

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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I moved closer to my old body and wrapped my arms tight around it.  As we pressed together, I felt his thick cock against my flat stomach.

Oh, Clayton, I whined.  Oh, Clayton, give it to me!

I got to my knees quickly and scrambled for it, untying his shorts and pulling at them.  He stood above me in shock, as I expect I would have too, but he didn’t stop me.

Instead, he stared in awe as I searched ravenously.  I dragged down the front of his shorts and out sprang his huge cock, bobbing there in front of me like a temptress.  Many times in the past I’d wondered what it might be like to suck my own cock, and now I was going to find out.

I had the advantage of knowing exactly how I’d like it, so I bestowed that on this version of myself.  I pumped slow and kept my mouth close, looking up at him and smirking.

He grinned back briefly, but then looked hopeful and desperate when my lips flirted close to the taut, pink crown of his hard cock.

I stroked the base and let the tip move closer to me as I did so.  It flailed in front of my face, all angry and hard.  My alternate-self looked down, hopeful that it might soon collide with my warm mouth.

I opened my lips over him and pushed down, winding around him and lashing my tongue on his cock as I covered it in my spit.

Clayton let out a whimper and tossed his head back, looking above at the sky.  I tried not to smile.  I focused on the sensation of that rushing thickness as it sprang through my lips.  It felt so strange to have such and important part of a person inside me like that.  It really flipped the dynamic.  As a man I was used to giving, but now I had to get used to taking.  And let me tell you: I liked