Try for a quickie

You’re not entirely sure if it is a side effect of what has happened to you, or if you are subconsciously doing it, but you notice that you seem to be adopting the personality of whomever’s body you are occupying. Ordinarily, you are a pretty introverted, unassuming fellow, who might fantasize about something as wild as a gangbang, but who would never actually have the nerve to participate in one. When you were in Nate’s body, however, you found that you not only wanted to be the center of the football team’s attention, but you threw yourself into the part completely. At the time, you chalked it up to the ****’s inhibition-loosening effects. Now, however, as your brain houses itself in Mario’s fit body, you feel a daring and a comfort level around his girlfriend that clearly has nothing to do with intoxicating beverages.

You walk up behind her as she rifles through your sock drawer and put your hands on her hips. You press your crotch against her ass and rock your hips back and forth, suggestively. “I think we have time to do some other kind of packing, Babe,” you say, delighting in the feel of your bulge grinding against her shapely ass.

Marcy reaches back and takes hold of one of your wrists and says, “Why am I not surprised? One night apart and you become a wild animal!” Even though she takes hold of your wrist, you notice that she doesn’t actually pull your hand away, nor does she shy from the dry humping that you commence. “If you had actually packed your bags like I told you to, we might actually have some time, you silly boy!”

You bend over and wrap your arms around her, continuing to gyrate against her ass. Marcy gifts a soft moan as you kiss the back of her neck and take hold of her breasts. You also detect some reciprocal motion from her ass, pressing back against you.

“C’mon, Babe,” you say. “You don’t want to have to wait until the hotel, do you? We have time!”

She stands, her body still tightly against yours, and she unmistakably is responding to your efforts by intentionally grinding herself against you. You continue to fondle her left breast through her shirt, and with your right hand, you reach down between her legs and begin to rub. You feel her warmth with both hands, and the increase in the pattern of her breathing tells you that she is enjoying your efforts.

“We really don’t have the time, though,” she says, rather unconvincingly. “My parents will be here any minute to pick us up.”

You take hold of her zipper and pull down, opening enough space for your long fingers to reach inside. With only the thin fabric of her cotton panties separating your fingertips from her womanhood, you explore and tease the top of her slit, feeling wetness begin to soak the undergarment.

“Just a little taste, then, of what is to come,” you breathe into her ear before teasing her earlobe with the tip of your tongue. “C’mon, Babe... We’re so good together... You know it won’t take long, and it will make the rest of the day go soooo much better.”

“You’re so considerate of me,” she responds, with a note of sarcasm. “Always thinking of me, and never a hint of concern for yourself.” Despite the sarcasm, she does nothing to prevent you from unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down, along with her panties, exposing her ass to your view and touch.

Your cock strains at its confines, begging to be released as you fondle her soft, smooth buttocks. She bends over again, spreading her feet apart, exposing her pussy to you. Despite the confidence you feel, your hands begin to tremble as you fumble with your jeans with one hand and use the other to touch and stimulate her exposed cunt lips. Her pussy feels so wet and sensuous that you want to take your time playing with it, getting to know it and bringing her to the point of begging for you to enter her. You also remember her warnings about the imminent arrival of her parents.

As if reading your thoughts, she looks over her shoulder and says, “Quickly, Mario. Take me now!”

Again you stand behind her, with your hands on her hips, but this time there is no clothing between either of you that prevents your engorged cock from sliding easily into her twat. You watch with erotic fascination as the cock that you so recently were on the receiving end of, now belongs to you and disappears into the sexy crevice between Marcy’s legs.

Your stimulations have definitely turned her on, and she is wet, but not so wet that you enter without any friction. It takes three or four slow thrusts before your dick is lubricated enough to commence a steady, rhythmic motion.

“Ungh!” Marcy cries out as you find your stride. She grabs the edge of the dresser with both hands for leverage and receives your hard, steady fucking with growing appreciation.

“Oh, Mario! You’re hitting right in my spot!” she gasps, thrusting her ass back and upward to meet each of your cock’s invasions.

You look up and see that the two of you are standing in front of a mirror, and you get a fantastic view of Mario’s toned body taking his girlfriend from behind. Her breasts, even though covered in her shirt, can still be seen to dangle and jiggle each time your dick pounds into her vagina, and the look of exquisite agony on her face is something straight out of a first-class porn scene.

You admire your body, as well. You wish you would have had time to lose the shirt so you could see your muscled chest and arms. You aren’t complaining, though. Mario’s dick is just the right size to challenge the tight opening of Marcy’s twat, and you feel the fantastic massage of her cunt, squeezing your rod.

You also notice the strength and stamina you have, thanks to occupying the body of a young male who is decidedly more fit and athletic than you ever were. You make use of these qualities to rapidly pummel Marcy’s ass, filling the dorm room with the staccato sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

With your hands firmly gripping Marcy’s hips, you lift her up so you can drive your cock hard into her with a powerful upward thrust. Her cries of “Oh shit! Oh fuck!” accentuate each of your deep plunges into her twat.

“Mario, I’m going to cum!” she says through gasping breaths. You don’t respond, other than to maintain your powerful, steady fuck strokes. You look into the mirror again and see the convulsive changes on the expression of her face. Her eyes morph between ecstasy, surprise, bliss, and agony, as she sucks in her lower lip and bites on it. You feel your cockhead engorge to its fullest extent as her cunt tightens in its **** attempt to cling to your pistoning cock.

“Oh, Mario! Oh, Mario!” her voice repeatedly calls out your name, timed with each of your thrusts between her legs. Every time she says your name, her voice increases in volume and tone of desperation, until finally all she can say is, “Oh!!!”

You choose that moment to abandon any further attempt at holding back from your own imminent orgasm. With a massive thrust, coupled with a powerful pull of your arms, bringing Marcy’s cunt hard against your cock, you release your seed inside of her, feeling it practically explode from the tip of your long, hard shaft.

You continue to thrust several times, driving every last drop out, and allowing her spasming inner chamber to milk your sensitive rod.

You watch the reflection of the two of you as you both simultaneously climax. You wish you had the foresight to record the scene, because it is definitely one of the hottest things you have ever witnessed. The fact that you were living it, instead of stroking off as a bystander, only intensified the experience. You look longingly at your own reflection and the tiny drops of perspiration that have formed on your brow. You gaze fondly at Marcy’s reflection as she breathes heavily, trying to recover from the experience.

You keep your cock inside of her as it slowly begins to subside from its raging erect state. As it slowly relaxes, the creamy deposit of Marcy’s cunt starts to drip out, clinging to your dangling balls before dripping onto the floor.

“Oh fuck,” she suddenly says, looking at her watch. “We’re really going to be screwed if my parents show up right now!” Reluctantly, you allow her to detach her snatch from your shaft. She grabs a wad of tissues and hastily cleans herself up before pulling her pants back up.

“You horny little bastard!” she says, playfully. “You always know what turns me on, don’t you?”

You follow her lead about cleaning yourself up and making yourself presentable. You revel in the chemical rush of your orgasm and your newfound self confidence and give the sexy girl a knowing leer. “You know I do, Babe. And don’t think I won’t do it again!”

She laughs and says, “Well, before you do, you’d better make sure my father isn’t anywhere in the area. Have I mentioned that he is very protective of his daughter’s virtue? As big as your ‘gun’ is, I don’t think it can hold its own against his .45.”

“I’ll try to keep that in mind,” you answer, truthfully.

The next few minutes are spent in a frantic attempt to get your bags packed before Marcy’s parents arrive. When you are finally finished, she sits on the edge of your bed, looking worried.

“I thought they’d be here by now,” she says, pulling out her phone. “Maybe I’d better check and see where they are.”

You feel much better after your nap and the fantastic quickie with Marcy. As inviting as the prospect of more sex with her over the weekend sounds, you also remember that you took over Mario’s body for the express purpose of getting into the laboratory. You feel conflicted as you wait for Marcy to finish her conversation with her parents.

When she pushes the button on her phone to end the call, she looks up at you, with a very worried expression. “They’re still a couple of hours away,” she says. “There was a big accident along the way, and traffic is still at a standstill. I’m worried about them getting here in time for me to get to the rehearsal.”

You have an idea. “Why don’t we just take my car?”

She looks at you, doubtfully. “Your car? Do you really think it can make that long of a trip without breaking down?”

You don’t know how to respond. You really hadn’t paid much attention to the vehicle on your way from the party back to campus. Now that you think about it, it really doesn’t seem like it is the most roadworthy thing you have ever seen, but you’re hardly an expert in auto mechanics.

“The furthest you’ve driven that thing in the past few months was when we spent that weekend at the beach,” she says. “It barely made it then. Of course, that was summer; this time of year it might not overheat quite as easily.” She smiles and says, “Although, now that I think about it, I suspect it wasn’t the car that was overheating quite as much as the driver, who was just looking for an excuse to park the car every couple of hours.” She runs her hands ticklishly over your thigh, sending a shiver of excitement and eroticism through your groin.

“Do you think your car is up to the challenge?” she asks.