ROMANCE: Mars And Venus (Second Chance Romance) (New Adult Romance Short Stories) (Contemporary Romance, Out of Body Experience) (2 page)

She stood up to her full height, and leered sensually into his eyes.

“Let's move this party elsewhere, shall we?” she asked, reaching up, and grabbing hold of his tie. She led him through the living room like a dog on a leash, his cock still hanging out and bouncing with every step he took.

She lured him into the bathroom, and closed the door shut behind them.

A few moments later, a heavy white fog was clouding up the entire scene, spreading across the mirrors and obscuring them with mist, dripping down in sweaty pools of condensation into the basin of the sink. A scattered assortment of clothes lay piled up on the floor, boxers, a dress shirt, a tie, lacy black panties and a matching brassiere.

Inside the shower, the water was pelting down upon their two entwined bodies, raining down hard on them, pleasantly scalding their skin as it beat across them like magma, making a hot, steamy scene even steamier. Their lips melted together, pressing into one another, and swirling around and around, tongues lapping one another up as they pressed their bodies together, Mark's rippled abdominals sliding across her body, his erect cock pressing up her stomach, sliding around up and down as he dry humped her flesh.

She wrapped her arms around his ass and dug her nails into the flesh, nearly piercing the skin, and he reciprocated by seizing a firm hold on her breasts, collapsing his grip around them, pinching on the nipples, clenching as though to pop the lovely things, and making her quiver with agonized pleasure. He leaned into her, and began swirling his tongue around the lovely dark nipples, sopping up the liquid sparkling along them, and savoring the taste of her soft, rolling flesh.

He placed the palm of his hand against the tender small of her back, and gently pressed into it. Like a soft, sensitive lever, the sensation ducked her down, sending her spine bending in two, whimpering, until her body was bowed forward as though in a stance of worship. Her tight lower orifices flowered wide open for his approval, her tight little asshole spreading wide like an opening mouth, her tight glistening pink slip looking ripe and fresh as fruit, begging to be torn into.

She shivered.

The sensitive lips of her vagina melted like butter around the bulbous head of his cock, and slowly gobbled it alive, his shaft sinking into her like a sword into the flesh, and dissolving, cascading gently into her, inch by inch by agonizing inch, until at last pressing down all the way, digging into the furthest reaches of her femininity, nearly poking through to the other side, and making her whimper with anticipation.

He placed his hands on her firm, wet ass, and reared back.

WHAM!

He tore into her body, pulling her by the ass, slamming her into himself and then forcing her back away from him again, the fleshy cheeks of her rump compressing and then expanding as he smacked her into himself, jiggling like mad, the liquid flecking her from the shower bursting in a miniature waterworks display with every collision, their wet bodies slapping loudly together in short, quick, supersonic bursts,KLP, KLP, KLP, KLP, KLP, KLP,her tits swinging from her body like pendulums as he pummeled her to bits, screaming at the top of her lungs, “Oh God, oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfucccckkkkkk-”

And,WHAM!

“GODDDDDDDDDDDD!”

He exploded inside of her, the currents of his thick, abundant cum ejaculating deep inside her body, coating her genitals, so thick and so abundant that it came spilling back out of her just as soon as it entered, dribbling back down into the porcelain basin of the tub, and setting her over the edge with an orgasm of her own, causing her to quiver, tremble, convulse with orgasm, her knees shaking and knocking together, wobbling as every nerve in her body positively lit up with climax.

Gently, very carefully, he pulled out of her, and another gooey slush of semen came rolling back out of her pussy. He lifted her back up, and turned her around to face him, pulling her into his body by the ass, and pressing her face into his, kissing her tenderly, his sticky, semi-erect cock pressing into her, and he pulled her down to the floor of the tub with him, covering his body with her own warm flesh like a blanket, and allowing her to laze there on his chest, drifting into a sort of gentle half-slumber, her breathing light, faint, and gentle, recovering from the intense ordeal she'd just experienced.

A few minutes later, and the two of them were in bed together, spooning naked at first, but gradually rolling apart, lightly struggling for dominance of the covers, each trying to keep their eyes closed, and avoid looking up at the ceiling, both of them wanting only to sleep, but each of them plagued by intensely unpleasant thoughts.

Vera, for her part, was feeling faintly annoyed with Mark. And maybe not just annoyed, but saddened almost. She knew it was, to a great degree, unreasonable, but she couldn't fully help it. She was as sexual a woman as anyone, but there was just something about intimacy with Mark that was lacking... Maybe it was the fact that there was no intimacy about it? Mark wanted sex almost constantly, and he seemed to like it exclusively rough. And Vera could do rough. Actually, Vera liked it rough. And she had plenty of kinks and fetishes of her own, and gladly engaged in them with Mark.

But... Well... She supposed it was about the polar opposite of the old relationship cliché. She'd always heard about that thing where couples become bored with sex because all they ever do is missionary- missionary, missionary, missionary... But with Mark, she couldn't even remember the last time the two of them had done it in the missionary position.

How many times could you have sex with the same person with absolutely no eye contact whatsoever before it started to become a somewhat lonely ordeal?

Any time they made love, Mark inevitably ended up bending her over something, or made her wear a blindfold, or had her straddle him reverse cowgirl style so that he could watch her bouncing ass as she rocked and writhed on top of his cock...

She really, truly didn't mind doing it this way. But she got tired of him being horny and grabby at all hours of the day, and then when she conceded to relations he treated her like a receptacle, something to wrap himself around and thrust against and ejaculate into, without a living, breathing woman inside the tight, curvaceous flesh.

Not to mention all the other women she always caught him gawking at...

Wasn't she fucking enough for the bastard?

She always caught him, leering like a creepy old pervert at younger women's asses, their tits, undressing them with his eyes- and then doing worse things to them with his eyes, as she could always tell by the boners he got walking around with her. And what's worse, she felt certain that his reason for not wanting to see her face while he fucked her was so that he could imagine she was other women, a concept reinforced by his desire to have her dress up in kinky role play outfits, nurse's and maids and the like, seeking out relations with an entity other than Vera herself...

There were so many things she loved about Mark, but she got so damn frustrated with him sometimes that she didn't think she could handle another day of it. She felt a little bit like crying, but she knew that if she did she would have to lie about the reason to Mark, and she didn't want to do that.

She couldn't really tell him the truth, now could she?

She squinted her eyes hard, and tried her absolute damnedest to let sleep come to her...

Next to her, Mark was having his fair share of troubling thoughts as well.

Mark thought of tits.

Lots and lots of tits.

So many tits it could make your head spin.

That's mostly what Mark thought about, in fact. He couldn't help it.

He just really, really loved tits.

And that, of course, was a problem.

Currently, he had joint ownership of a single pair of tits, and they were perfectly lovely tits. Juicy and firm and round, with pleasant little brown nubs for nipples, perfect for biting and suckling on and motorboating... And what's more, the tits were attached to one hell of an amazing woman, a woman who he felt completed him in some small way, or at least to the extent that one person could genuinely complete another person.

But there were still a hell of a lot of tits out there-

And Mark's penis knew this...

His mind kept telling him and telling him and telling him that Vera was the perfect woman for him, that he should be happy and overjoyed as fuck to have her in his life. But his penis just had to ask the question-

Are these really the only tits we want out of life?

The term devil's advocate could not possibly be applied to anything more aptly than the human penis, whose taste for sin and betrayal and depravity knows no bounds.

Mark's penis yanked him around like a divining rod, forcing him to consider possibilities he knows he damn well shouldn't have been, staring at titties and asses as though they hypnotized him, making him want more, more, more, more than what he knew he was entitled to-

And what's worse, his penis actually tricked him into considering the possibilities seriously. He thought how easy it would be, sneaking around, betraying Vera, without her ever really knowing about it. Getting lost, drowning in a sea of sexy female bodies, women of all stripe and shade piled on top of him, pleasuring him in a big fleshy heap, perhaps the one body ample enough to satiate his lust...

But he knew it was foolish of him. He knew it, he knew it, he knew it, he knew it.

He knew he would hate himself forever if he ever did anything to hurt Vera, the woman he loved, and he knew his life would be over if he ever left her. So he just lay there, suppressing his thoughts, squinting his eyes shut in desperate prayer that sleep may come, his erection from the cascading mental imagery of so many titties poking up through the sheets, announcing his true consciousness, and he prayed, too, that Vera was as asleep as she seemed to be, and not just pretending as he was.

And they lay there, each consumed in their own thoughts, slowly, very slowly, drifting off into sleep, each inwardly certain that it would take an alignment of Venus and Mars to get men and women to see things from one another's perspective-

And then, it happened.

Venus and Mars did align just as soon as the two of them nodded off to sleep, and the eclipse's rays came barreling into their bedroom window, penetrating through the glass and zapping their naked, sleeping bodies-

And something amazing happened.

Souls floated in and out of bodies, warping and dissolving and shimmying in and out of existence, and by the time they'd touched back down into their fleshy human vessels, things had become very, very complicated...

Two

Mark awoke with a start, to the feeling of a hot, moist cock being ground up and down between the warm cheeks of his ass.

“Hey! What the hell?!”

He flipped around wildly, snarling like an animal as he tried to locate the gay perverted intruder who'd tried to initiate butt sex with him while he was still conked out asleep.

And then he turned, and peered into his own eyes, staring lustfully down at him...

“Aw, come on, babe,” said his own low, seductive voice. “Don't let this morning wood go to waste. Let me bring it inside your log cabin for a while- I'll even use the back door...”

Mark swallowed hard. He felt the face of the man, supposedly himself, staring back at him, and felt the scratchy stubbly texture of his own five o'clock shadow. The second self smiled.

And suddenly, Mark was aware of a long, flowing cascade of hair draping down over his shoulders, and he felt his heart practically stop. He reached slowly up to his chest to confirm this fact, but his hands were stopped before he could reach it- obstructing his heart was a large, luscious breast, smooth and round and warm and firm, and he pressed his hand into it, clutching it, not so much to arouse himself, but not believing the fact of its existence on his body.

“V- V- Vera?” he said, uncertainly, trying to establish in his mind the only thing that made even a modicum of sense.

The second self grinned. “Who the hell were you expecting, the milk man? Now get in here, I need to get in my morning dose of dairy...” Vera leaned in, moving to suckle on her own tit, and Mike slapped her away.

“Stop it you, bastard! Don't you realize what's happened? You and I must have... Must have...Switched bodies somehow!”

The male Vera, formerly Mark, paused, and thought about this.

“Well...Son of a bitch!” she said, comprehension dawning on her face as she reached down beneath the sheets, and stroked the long, erect shaft of her cock. “Hot damn, you're right! I hadn't even thought about it. Well, this is pretty damn wonderful, now isn't it? Now we'll each get to experience what it's like to fuck ourselves!”

“Get off me, you pig!” shouted Mark, surprising himself somewhat- normally he'd jump at the chance to feel his own veiny cock shoved up his pussy- not to mention, he'd be fascinated with the concept of having a pussy to begin with. What the hell was wrong with him? “Look, we need to figure this out... I'm serious, I can't think clearly!”

“Wellll, maybe you'd think a little more clearly with a bit of mid-morning whoopie, first,” said Vera, a little dab of pre-cum seeping out the tip of her cock. She surprised herself as well- normally she'd been the rational one, and she should be the one who was panicking right now, not the one rearing to stick her cock in something, anything, ASAP. But then again, she'd never really had a cock up to this point, had she? And besides that-

Titties...

She leered over at her former fun bags, salivating, and reached over to grab them.

“No! God dammit, Vera!” shouted female Mark, swatting her away, and pulling up the sheets over his exposed breasts. “Is that all you ever think about you pervert? If you're not going to help me get to the bottom of this...”

“Oh, I'll get to the bottom of this...” said Vera, reaching over to Mark, and goosing his plump round ass beneath the sheets.

“Fuck! Cut it out! Get the hell out of here, I just want to be alone and think!”