In school

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He walked into his first class, his mind a million miles away. The teacher's voice was a distant buzz as he took his seat, his thoughts consumed by the feel of his mom's soft, wet pussy gripping his cock. The other students looked at him with curiosity, but he couldn't bring himself to care. As the day dragged on, Kyle found it impossible to concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting back, trying to figure out if this was a dream or not.

Finally, lunchtime came, and he sat at his usual spot, his stomach in knots. He pulled out his phone, his trembling hand hovering over the icon of the app. He had to see it, to make sure it was real. When he opened it, his heart skipped a beat. There it was, the role reversal app, with his mom's name still under "Sex-Partner." It wasn't a dream, it was real. He had swapped places with his dad, and now he was expected to be the one to satisfy his mother's needs.

With a deep breath, he decided to explore the app further. The interface was still sleek, but only had a single option "swap." However, now the side-bar showed some more names, including his schoolmates and teachers. He felt a strange thrill and a wave of guilt. Could he really do this? Could he use this power to change the dynamics of his life so drastically?

"Lol," Kyle murmured to himself, what kind of questions are those? He can fuck whoever he wants now. In fact, he knew exactly who he wanted to fuck next: Emilia Walker, his cute, red-haired language teacher. She was always kind to him, always had a smile on her face, and her body... she was a goddess. He had jerked off to the thought of her more times than he could count.

With trembling fingers, he opened the side-bar and selected her name. The app hummed to life, displaying the same sleek interface he had seen before. But to his dismay there was no way to get her sex-partner role since there was no way to select her current sex-partner. Kyle frowned, realizing he had no idea who Mrs. Walker's husband was.

He racked his brain, trying to remember any hints she might have dropped in class about her personal life. But she had always been so professional, never revealing anything beyond the subject at hand. Frustrated, he closed the app, his mind racing. He needed to find out who her husband was if he wanted to make this swap.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, Kyle gathered his things and walked to his next class, his thoughts consumed by Mrs. Walker. He had to get closer to her, to find a way to learn about her personal life without being too obvious.

"Ouch! Watch it, Kyle," Britney Hanson's voice pierced through Kyle's fog of thoughts as he stumbled into her in the crowded hallway. Her books scattered across the floor, and she glared at him, her full lips pursed in annoyance.

Kyle's cheeks flushed as he bent down to help her pick up the scattered papers. "I'm sorry, Britney," he mumbled, his eyes avoiding hers.

"Oh yea, sorry won't cut it, Kyle," Britney said, her voice dripping with venom as she snatched her books away from him. "You know, my boyfriend is the captain of the football team. He doesn't take kindly to guys like you messing with me."

Kyle's heart sank. Britney had always been a bitch, but now she had the power to ruin his life. "What are you talking about?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"You know what I'm talking about," she spat, her eyes narrowing. "Common, 10 bucks and we are even."

Kyle felt his pockets, his heart racing. He didn't have much on him, but he found a crumpled twenty. He handed it to her, hoping it would be enough to buy her silence. "Here, take it. I'm sorry."

Her expression softened slightly as she took the money, smoothing it out between her fingers. "That'll do," she said with a smirk. "But remember, I'll be watching you."

With a sigh of relief, Kyle turned away from her, his mind racing. Racing to the app, he jumped in the corner and pulled his phone out, his hand shaking as he opened it. The role reversal app stared back at him, the same sleek interface that had changed his life in the most unexpected way. He tapped on Britney's name, eager to see if he could somehow turn the tables on her.

As the app loaded, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. He knew her boyfriend and could easily swap places with him. But something held him back, a couple of taps on his screen and... that's interesting. The list of available roles included "Cheating Partner." She's been cheating on her boyfriend, the captain of the football team, with the captain of the baseball team.

"That bitch," Kyle murmured under his breath as he stared at the app. Britney Hanson, the epitome of high school popularity, had always had a knack for making his life hell. But now, with the power in his pocket, he had the upper hand. The "Cheating Partner" role next to her name was like a neon sign flashing with opportunity.

With a smirk, he tapped the button to claim the role. The app's energy crackled again, sending a jolt through his phone. He waited, his heart racing with anticipation. The app's screen flickered, and... Kyle looked around, "Right, it is not like she would pop from around the corner and offer to give me a quick blowjob in the restroom."

But as if on cue, Britney strutted over, her hips swaying with a newfound confidence. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Hey, Kyle," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "I was kinda looking to have a little... fun."

Kyle's eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about?" he managed to croak out, his mind racing.

"You know," Britney winked at him, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Cheating on Brad. It's like... the best thing ever. He's so clueless, with that tiny little dick of his."

"Poor Brad," Kyle thought for a second but then his mind snapped back to the present. Britney's full, glossy lips curled into a smile as she took his hand, leading him to the restroom. The hallway was empty, and the sound of their footsteps echoed through the corridor. His heart was racing, his palms were sweaty, but his cock was hard. This was something he never thought would happen.

Once inside the bathroom, she pushed him into a stall and dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. "I have class in 8 minutes, you think you can make me late?", she teased, her hand already reaching for his zipper.

Kyle's mind was racing, but his body was already responding to the situation. He watched, almost in a daze, as Britney pulled out his cock, which was already standing at attention. She leaned in, her plump, glossy lips parting to reveal a perfect set of teeth. He felt her hot breath against his shaft before she took him into her mouth.

Her mouth was wet and warm, her tongue swirling around him as she sucked with surprising enthusiasm. Kyle's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. "Mmh," she hummed, her grip on his hips tightening. "You're so much bigger than Brad," she murmured, her voice muffled by his cock.

The comparison to his mother's mouth was inevitable. Sarah had been surprisingly good at deep-throating him, her mouth stretching to accommodate his size with a passion that had been both shocking and incredibly arousing. But Britney was different. She was more... eager, her technique a bit rougher around the edges. Her teeth grazed him occasionally, sending a jolt of pain-pleasure through his body. It was clear she was used to dealing with smaller guys, but she was making it work.

Unfortunately, comparing his morning **** blowjob to the current affair with the school's most popular bitch was not helping Kyle's endurance and it took few more minutes than he would've liked before he was ready to explode. He watched her blond hair bob up and down, the light from the small bathroom window casting a glow around her head, making it seem almost holy.

As he felt himself getting closer, he reached down and gripped her hair, pulling her back slightly. "I'm gonna cum," he warned, his voice strained.

Britney pulled away slightly, her eyes glinting with mischief as she licked her lips. "Where do you want it?" she asked, her voice a silky purr.

Kyle's mind raced. He had never been in this situation before, but he knew he didn't want to cum in her mouth. That felt old somehow. "On your face," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with desire.

With a smirk, she leaned back, her hand still stroking him at a steady pace. "As you wish," she said, and Kyle felt a strange thrill at her submissive tone. It was a stark contrast to the way she had talked to him just minutes ago.

The first spurt of cum shot out, hitting her squarely on the cheek. She gasped, a look of surprise flashing across her face before she closed her eyes and leaned back, letting him paint her face with his seed. It was a stark contrast to the way his mother had eagerly swallowed him down, her eyes never leaving his.

As the last drops landed on her chin, Britney opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her makeup was smudged, her face a mess, but she had never looked more beautiful. Or more used. The reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. He had just come on the face of the most popular girl in school.

Britney wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her expression unreadable. "You know, Kyle," she said, standing up and smoothing out her skirt. "I thought you would last longer than that."

Kyle felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment. "Well, you are just that good, Britney," he tried to joke, tucking his now-softening cock back into his pants. She rolled her eyes, wiping the last remnants of his cum from her face with the sleeve of her cheerleader's top.

"Whatever, Kyle," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance. "Just make sure you keep your mouth shut about this, okay?"

He nodded, his heart racing. "Yeah, of course," he mumbled, not trusting his voice to say more. Britney smirked, a hint of satisfaction playing on her lips.

As she sauntered out of the bathroom, Kyle couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret, now that the infinite opportunities were available to him, should he really have picked the school's biggest bitch as his first conquest? But it was done, and now he had to deal with the consequences. He washed his hands, trying to wash away the guilt along with the sweat.

"Maybe the world has some present for me?"