Sorority Daze (Gender Swapped Coeds Book 1)
Jon Mills and his two friends Craig and Mitch are just your average college sophomore dudes: living in the dorms, freaking out over tests, and trying to get laid as often as possible (usually without much success). One evening during the annual campus Greek rush, they decide to make a late-night panty raid on the underwear drawer of the Gamma Sig Sig sorority house while the girls are all away. But before they can get away with their stolen panties, they’re caught red-handed by sorority president Delilah Monroe!
Delilah decides that the boys need a little attitude adjustment when it comes to how they treat women, so she reveals the secret of Gamma Sig Sig: It’s a cover for the magical order of the Gender Swap Sisterhood! She soon puts that magic to good use by turning Jon, Craig, and Mitch into Jenna, Carly, and Mia — three gorgeous coeds with super hot bods and super high sex drives. Delilah tells the new ladies that they need to get in touch with their feminine sides well enough to be invited into one of the campus sororities after rush week, and if they can’t, they’re going to be stuck like this for a while… maybe forever.
Two weeks isn’t much time to learn to be a girl, and it’s even harder when you’re distracted by wanting to get it on with everyone in sight! Although at least now getting laid isn’t a problem for them, provided that they don’t mind being on the receiving end. Can the boys fight past the distractions and learn to be girls well enough to master sorority living, or will they just end up as another cautionary, sex-fueled tale of those who cross the Gender Swap Sisterhood?
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“Hey beautiful,” she said, leaning back seductively and starting to rub her breasts. “Come on over here and play with me.” She closed her eyes and purred, evidently enjoying her own body enough that I was optional, although her words suggested I wasn’t.
I didn’t need a second invitation coming from a girl that hot. It was weird I was a girl that hot now, and weird also that this smoking lesbian was just chilling at the bottom of the GSS chapter house, but maybe a sorority strange enough to turn some dudes out for a fun time into girls as some kind of bizarre punishment also had weird initiation rights.
My body was reacting with dozens of totally new sensations as I approached the brunette on the bed, who had now leaned back and spread her legs wide. With her right hand she was kneading her huge tits; first one and then the other, tweaking the nipples into hardened points, and then her left hand slipped down to slide her red panties off of her hips. She pulled her toes back and closed her legs as she slid the panties up and off in a single deft motion, and then opened them again like a beautiful fan spreading wide, exposing her pussy to me once more.
Still massaging her naked breasts, she slid her free hand down to tease her clit and dart in and out of her moistened folds. Her eyes popped open and she smiled at me with a perfect “fuck-me” smile. “You like that, huh?”
Was it that obvious? I liked that. I liked that a lot. I couldn’t watch her without getting excited myself, and my hand strayed down to grasp my rock-hard… Oh shit.
I didn’t have a rock-hard anything. Instead, I was soaking wet. It was the weirdest feeling, but also really good. Everything was tight and buzzing with pleasurable sensations down in my crotch and it had felt so natural I hadn’t even realized my dick was missing. Now that I was paying attention, it all felt so good that I involuntarily wiggled in place, shaking my ass and tits and getting another jolt of pleasure as my moistened pussy lips slid against each other from side to side.
“Holy fuck that feels good,” I moaned. I bounced up and down again, feeling the comforting weight of my firm tits bobble on my chest.
“No kidding,” the brunette agreed. Her head rolled back again, spilling her gorgeous locks across the fluffy white pillows, as she pushed two fingers deeper into her pussy and moaned with pleasure.
I wasn’t about to let her have all the fun! I slid up onto the bed, shuffling forward on my knees, and quickly unclasped my own bra with shaking fingers. It was harder than I expected and weird to do it from this angle; I guessed I’d have to eventually learn if I was going to be stuck like this for a while. But I managed to get it off and then sighed with relief as my giant breasts bounced free.
The brunette opened her eyes again. “Your nips are already hard, babe.”
She was right. This body might be new to me, but I was as turned on as I’d ever been. I wanted sex so bad that there was literally nowhere in the world I would rather be at the moment. I was dying to get up in her business, dying to feel her tongue and fingers inside my pussy. It was my turn to slide my lacy purples panties down my hips, the panties I’d put on just minutes before, and it felt like magic to take them off in front of someone who obviously and totally wanted to fuck me so badly.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Where are these thoughts coming from? Is it the magic? Fuck, I’m a dirty girl.
“You are a dirty girl,” the brunette noted, and the blush intensified when I realized I’d said the last part out loud. But I was way past caring. I’d always got through tough situations before by doubling down and committing to them, and I was so into that idea.
“I am,” I agreed. “A dirty, dirty girl. You want me to fuck you?”
“Mm-hmm,” she agreed, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Good, because I want you to fuck me too, babe. Lotta fucking gonna be happening up in here.”
If my dirty talk was corny, she didn’t seem to notice. I reached for her body, desperate to run my hands over her, and then I hesitated. The hundreds of college advertisements they’d plastered all over campus had hammered consent again and again into my brain. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but…
“Are you sure this okay?” I asked. “You really cool with this?”
She half-cried with need and grabbed my hand, pulling it onto her exposed pussy. Good enough for me.
