Stay Put

Matt didn't want to pass up the opportunity to explore Ms. Jackson more, but he didn't relish the idea of jumping into the old body of Mr. Adams. After all, the geezer had to be pushing 70! Not only that, but it might be interesting and educational to learn about the female experience before he explored sex in his own body. After all, didn't they say no one can please a woman better than a woman?

So Matt, in Ms. Jackson's body, just stood at the edge of the principal's desk, feeling him stroke his hands over her ass. "You've been caught cheating again," the old man said, his hands running up and down her ass, sliding past her hips and under her shirt to cup over her breasts before sliding back again. "I think I told you last time that if you were caught again, the punishment would be more severe."

Matt nodded her head, the response floating to the front. "Yes, sir."

Mr. Adams thumbs hooked into the waistline of her panties, pulling them down hard. "I think you know what punishment you need, don't you?"

He didn't wait for a reply, although one came to mind - "Please don't I'm a virgin" seemed to be the normal response to this kind of game. Apparently, they had played the "deflowering as punishment" roles a lot, considering the rapidity of the response.

Matt gasped at the odd sensation he now felt, the flesh between her thighs parting, the sensation of something sliding inside her body, and she collapsed onto the desktop. The feeling wasn't painful, exactly, but it wasn't what Matt would really call pleasant either. Ms. Jackson's body, however, reacted automatically, producing fluids to make the penetration smoother.

Then Mr. Adams stepped forward, his feet on either side of hers, and Matt realized that the penetration had only been his fingers. She bit her lip in anticipation of what came next, knowing by the sensation that there would have been more foreplay had her pleasure been a factor in the old man's actions. Then the sensation of penetration doubled, tripled as Mr. Adams thrust, sinking his cock into the body of his secretary.

Matt didn't know how long he would be able to stand the sensation. It felt like things were being moved inside her body to accommodate the invader, and while there wasn't pain, there also wasn't the same pleasures he had when masturbating. The center of the sensations were higher up, in the pit of her stomach, and there was no way to tell if the sensations would grow. From Ms. Jackson's memories floating to the surface, she had never experienced an orgasm at the ministrations of the principal. That thought was followed by a contempt that bordered on loathing for the old man, which in turn was swallowed by a loathing for another man wrapped completely in shadows.

Before Matt could explore these feelings, she felt a strange throbbing sensation, then a hot feeling as the old man obviously came, filling her womb with cum. She pretended to cum as well, knowing this is what Mr. Adams expected in these encounters but feeling nothing more than the contempt that had been prevalent throughout.

The moment he was finished cumming, Mr. Adams stepped away, putting his cock away and walking around the desk, leaving his secretary bent over his desk, her naked ass exposed and dripping semen onto her panties. "Same time tomorrow," he wheezed as she straightened up and pulled her panties up. "And make sure you dress a bit more innocently. I want something special for my birthday."

Matt jumped back into his own body, which was currently sitting in the middle of a chemistry lecture. He could remember everything that had been said in the lecture, as well as what had been said and felt inside the principal's office, and wondered what other things he could do and see with this spectacular gift he had. He must be the only man in the world to truly understand what it was to be a woman, and maybe he could use that to his advantage in his own body.