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Subject: {ASSM} Switched: Monica and Randy {RivYavtry} (MF, anal, nc, sci-fi?) 
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Date: Sun, 09 Mar 2008 07:10:02 -0400
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The number clicked over and the new one matched my ticket - it was my
turn at the deli counter. I hurriedly walked the few yards, but to my
surprise there was nobody serving. However there were two girls
behind the neighbouring cheese counter, even though there were no
customers waiting there. One was a rather cute blonde, the other was
a not-so-cute brunette. I could just make out their conversation.

"Randy and I don't believe in sex before marriage, so we're waiting
till our wedding night," said the blonde. "We've fixed the date for
eighteen months time."

"Awww, that's so sweet," replied the brunette. "I wish I'd waited.
It's not working out with Rob."

"Excuse me," I called across to the girls.

"One moment, can't you see we're busy!" snapped the blonde, giving
me a sour look.

"Randy's coming over at nine after my parents go out," continued the
blonde to her friend, "and we're going to watch a video together."

The conversation went on for another couple of minutes. At first I
got very annoyed, then I decided to get even.

The blonde finished her conversation and came over to the deli
counter. 'Monica', said her nametag.

"How can I help you?" she asked, giving an insincere smile.

I made my requests with forced civility and friendliness, but while
the blonde was serving me I stared hard at her to make an imprint.
Unfortunately she noticed my prolonged gaze.

"What are you staring at?" she challenged aggressively.

"Sorry, I was just running through all the other shopping I need," I
apologised unconvincingly.  

At last she handed over my purchases and I could get away from the
horrible experience.

That night, about half past nine, I went through the routine. Plenty
of lavender air-freshener? Check. Clothes off? Check. Ankle-cuffs on?
Check. Timer set for one hour? Check. Left wrist cuffed? Check. Ball-
gag and blindfold? Check. Then I groped my right wrist into its cuff
and pressed it shut. I was now bound and helpless on a mattress in my
soundproofed basement.

I concentrated hard on my imprint of the blonde and suddenly I was
in her body, accompanied by the familiar sensations of
disorientation. Fortunately she was lying back on a comfortable sofa,
so there was no danger of falling over.

When my senses cleared I took stock. I was dressed a bit like a
child, white knee socks, skirt, blouse and jersey. Next to me was a
guy about the same age, in his early twenties, dressed like a mummy's
boy including a button-up cardigan. I guessed this was 'Randy'. The
lights in the room were dim and we were watching a video - a dire
Mills-and-Boone type romance from what I could see.

Both Randy and I were lying back so that we were almost horizontal.
I stared at him discreetly. I had never tried taking an imprint of
someone while in another body so I didn't know if it would work. Then
I twisted my upper body round so that my head was resting on Randy's
stomach. He stroked my hair gently, still engrossed in the video. 

Out of Randy's sight, I slipped a hand up my skirt and felt my
panties. They felt like Bridget Jones-style 'big pants'. I manoeuvred
my fingers under the gusset, and found a thick thatch of hair. I
inserted a finger between my pussy lips and felt for my clit. When I
found it, I started gently playing with it. That was nice, and I felt
myself getting wet. By experiment I found that I had quite a long
clit, and maximum stimulation was obtained by stroking it lengthwise. 

Not wanting to cum yet, I reluctantly withdrew my hand. Because of
the angle he was lying at I judged Randy couldn't see what I was up
to, and I was able to discreetly tug the zipper of his pants down.
More by luck than judgement, I was able to insert a hand and extract
Randy's flaccid cock before he could stop me. Stifling feelings of
homophobia, I popped the head in my mouth and squeezed the shaft hard.

"Monica, what are you doing?" asked Randy in a startled tone.

Randy's cock was now hard. I pumped it with my fist as I removed my
mouth to answer him.

"We're as good as married, so I thought it would be a good time. I
know you want to."

My vigorous pumping had produced a drop of pre-cum on the end of
Randy's cock.

"But I thought we agreed to wait. This is too sudden," he complained

I switched to kneeling over Randy's torso, facing away from him.
Pushing aside the gusset of my panties, I lowered myself onto his
cock. I was expecting resistance and pain from a hymen, but to my
surprise Randy's cock slid in easily. I wondered whether Monica was
as goody-two-shoes as she made out.

I started raising and lowering myself on Randy's cock. I heard him
groan, and his breathing become more rapid. I didn't want him to cum,
so I slowed, while stroking my clit lengthways with a finger to
increase my own arousal. It wasn't long before I felt a wave of
pleasure wash over me, and my body pulsate and throb round Randy's
cock. By biting my lip, I managed to stop myself crying out.

After my orgasm died away, I leant back against Randy's chest and
concentrated on my own body. I had  considered trying to swap
straight into Randy, but that might get hellishly complicated if
Randy ended up in Monica's body.

My senses cleared. I was bound and helpless in my basement again. I
concentrated on my imprint of Randy. For a moment I though it hadn't
worked, but then I felt the familiar stomach-churning lurch and
disorientation.

As my senses cleared again, I took stock. Monica had dismounted and
was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her head in her hands, sobbing
quietly. I was still lying back on the sofa. My cock felt chilly as
Monica's juices dried, and I was slowly losing my erection. I pumped
the shaft a couple of times to restore my hardness.

"You used me, you bitch," I snarled as aggressively as I could.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head round so that she had to look
at my cock.

"Look at what you've done. Now it's my turn!"

I grabbed Monica under the arms and threw her violently face-down
full-length on the sofa. I expected her to scream or protest, but she
just lay there inert, sobbing into a cushion. I lifted the back of
her skirt up over her hips, then seized her panties and yanked
destructively. They wouldn't tear. I pulled the panties violently
down to Monica's knees.

I lined up my cock with Monica's bum-hole and pushed hard, but she
clenched her muscles and wouldn't let me in. Pushing hard with a
thumb, I managed to defeat her muscles and force it in. I followed
with my other thumb, then I hooked Monica's sphincter wide open. The
smell of shit escaped into the room. I shoved hard with my cock, and
this time it gained entry. I expected Monica to wriggle or try to get
away, but she continued to lie there, her prone body motionless.
Using her internal muscles, Monica pushed out hard to try to expel
me, but that just made entry easier for me and in one violent thrust
I was three-quarters of the way in. Then Monica's muscles cramped at
the volume in her rectum, and she lost control. Another violent shove
and I was in to the hilt.

I started pistoning violently in and out. I wanted Monica to feel
the effects for several days. At first she just lay there sobbing,
but slowly the sobbing ceased and eventually I noticed she was
starting to push back to meet my thrusts. The little slut was
enjoying this! I was getting close to cumming but I wanted this
experience to continue. I thrust in hard all the way so I couldn't be
dislodged, then I lay motionless on top of Monica, thwarting my own
orgasm. I forced a hand underneath Monica's thighs and sought out her
pussy. It was sopping wet! I found her erect clit with a fingertip
and stroked it lengthways. In almost no time, Monica was bucking and
squealing like a pony as her orgasm clenched around my invading cock.

I waited a while for Monica's orgasm to die down, then I started
savagely fucking her rectum again. I was still hard but my own
arousal had largely subsided, so I was able to build slowly. I sensed
Monica's arousal start to rise alongside my own, and when I judged
the time right, for the second time I stopped and stroked her clit,
causing another bucking, squealing orgasm.

I repeated the process again, but when I stopped thrusting and
reached for Monica's clit, she protested.

"No. It hurts. I can't take it."

Mercilessly I stroked her clit anyway, and before long she was
bucking and squealing for a third time. Afterwards, as I resumed my
brutal rectal fucking, I wondered how many times I could execute this
exquisite torture. I managed to get us both aroused again, but
something made me glance at the watch on Randy's wrist. Only ten
minutes to go. This time I didn't hold back, and kept thrusting
violently until I felt my groin tighten. My whole body seemed to
throb as I allowed myself release at last, spurting jet after jet of
seed deep into Monica's bowels.

Physically drained, I collapsed on top of Monica, my engorged cock
still embedded deep inside her, the video playing vainly in the
background. Forcing myself to relax, I concentrated hard. Suddenly
there was the familiar head-spinning lurch and I felt my faithful
mattress underneath me. Almost immediately there was a click and my
wrist cuffs sprang open as the timer reached one hour. That was close!
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