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Authors name: November (novsax@hotmail.net)
Story title : Change of Plans
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Change of Plans
by November (novsax@hotmail.net)
***
A lucky man switches bodies with his teenage son and
takes advantage of his new life. (MF, oral, teens,
fantasy)
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The whole experience was devastating. My wife and
father were dead and my son was in a coma after the car
accident. My wife and son had picked up my father at
the airport. You might think poorly of me but my father
and wife being dead was not at all what concerned me.
It was my sixteen-year-old son, Jack, who mattered.
My wife and I stayed together for appearances and I
have always hated my father. But my son would have
carried on the family name. OK I admit it. I did not
know my son very well. I did not know who his friends
were or what things interested him. I had always worked
too much and had my little flings with various ladies,
which pretty much kept me occupied.
Now with my son in a coma and the doctors unsure if he
would recover, I knew I had made a mistake with life in
regards to my son. He was only 5'8" but he was in very
good physical condition. The doctors said that is why
he had survived. He had straight brown hair and green
eyes. He looked like he was sleeping, to look at his
face you would think nothing was wrong with him. I had
come to the hospital everyday for two weeks straight,
hoping he would recover.
The last day I had planned on seeing him before
returning to work was a Sunday evening. As bad as this
may seem I had given up hope with the advice of my
doctors. That night, I was going to pull the plug on my
last surviving family member. I remember holding his
hand and saying please forgive me.
When I felt his hand squeeze mine. I was so excited
that I was about to run and grab a nurse when I felt a
sharp pain in my chest. I was unable to stand and I
could hardly breathe. Then strangely I was looking up
at myself holding my own hand. Then everything went
black.
I was in confusion when I woke up. I actually felt
better than I had my whole life. I had not noticed
before but my breathing had been labored before. But
now it was almost a pleasure to breathe and my vision
was so clear and sharp. I did not know what had
happened but damn I felt like a new man. I could see I
was in a hospital and I was in a hospital gown. I must
have had a heart attack I thought to myself as I got up
to use the toilet. Once I had relieved myself, I got
the biggest shock of my fifty-seven years.
It was not my face I was looking at; it was my sixteen-
year-old son's. I sunk down on to the bathroom floor
and was in shock. I ran my hand over my son's face and
tried to understand what was happening. I thought this
was either a nightmare or a dream come true. For a
moment I thought I was crazy. A nurse came in to the
room and said Jack or you OK. She was kneeling over me
as she turned my face towards hers. Jack she said
everything will be all right, let us get you back to
bed. Once the nurse helped me back to bed, I
immediately went back to sleep.
The next week in the hospital was a whirlwind of
craziness. It became clear that some how I had switched
minds with my son. I battled with telling someone that
whole week but ultimately decided that they would think
I was crazy. The doctor told me about my mother (wife),
my father (me) and my grand father (father).
I was so confused about what had happened that I do not
know how I reacted. I did not know what happened to my
son. Did he die when my body did? Was he already gone
when I took his place? The latter is what I had hoped.
I mean if he were not already gone then if I had pulled
the plug, like I had planned, I would have killed him.
I guess, I was just trying to justify my new lease on
life. I ignored the fact my son had squeezed my hand
before I took his place. Once I had decided that he was
already gone when we switched things became easier.
Well pretty easy, I had set up a trust fund for Jack,
which was not much but with the money my father had
left to Jack was staggering. The major problem was that
Jack would only have access to 20% of his trust until
he was eighteen. Jack would get another 20% when he
turned eighteen and at twenty-one he would have gotten
the rest.
The money I had left him would have gotten Jack a good
head start but with my father's money he would be set
for life. OK, I would be set for life. Jack was also to
be taken in by my long time friend Mark and his family.
That would be strange, seeing my friend through my
son's eyes.
Mark lived in California so my son's friends would not
be a problem, I would just avoid them until I was sent
to Mark's care. It was surprisingly easy to assume my
son's identity. It was strange watching my body lowered
into the ground to it final resting-place. The fresh
graves of my wife and father were also a surreal
experience.
If there was a perfect way to start over this was it. I
was the last surviving member of the family. I easily
avoid my son's friends for the week it took me to get
sent to California. The only thing I took from my house
that was not my son's was my address book. I could
leave the rest behind; it was better to make a clean
break, I thought. I have often wondered if it was cruel
to avoid my son's friends but it was much easier for
me. Well that was important, making it easy on me.
California
When I arrived at the airport, I was not met by Mark
but by his twenty-six year old daughter, Molly. It was
clear she was not happy to pick me up. Still, I was
glad she did. Molly was a good-looking woman. When I
was in my old body, Molly was the type of younger woman
I went after.
The problem for me was, now I was a young man. I did
not know how to talk to girls without clout as the boss
or being well to do. Anyway, Molly was a petite woman
with hair that was brown streaked with blond. She had a
nice figure, nothing overt but a nice bust and a round
ass wrapped in tight jeans and a blue t-shirt.
Molly was not talkative on the ride to Mark's house. I
was a little nervous. When I was an older man, I never
had a problem controlling my erections. Jack's body was
pumping with hormones, which caused me to have a
constant erection around Molly. What was kind of
amusing was it was Molly's smell that was the source of
the arousal.
As soon as we had gotten into the car I was overcome
with a light but an intense fragrance. Before, I never
got excited by a woman who so obviously uninterested in
me. I guess I had forgotten about the true trials of
being a teenager.
Molly gave me a tour of my new home when I arrived. I
think I understood what had caused her to be unhappy
with my arrival. The place I was to live was the pool
house; I am pretty sure Molly had to move back to the
main house. The nice thing about the pool house was it
was like an apartment. It had a kitchen and a living
room and the bedroom was on the second floor.
The pool house was pretty Spartan; the living room had
a large couch and a huge big screen TV along with an
accompanying entertainment system. The bedroom had a
king-sized bed and that was it. The kitchen had no
table in fact there were no tables in the pool house. I
was happy that there were some linen for the bed and
towels
I learned that Molly still lived at home, in the main
house, even though she had a good job at advertising
company. Molly stayed at her father's (Mark) house to
help take care of her little sister. I am imagine if
someone had taken things from the pool houses it was
Molly. I also found out that Mark was divorced, which I
had not known before. Mark also was rarely home and he
would not be home to greet me until at least July, a
month from now.
Something did become clear to me then. Mark had figured
away to get ten thousand dollars a month from my
(Jack's) trust. At the time, it seemed that Mark would
use the money to care of his monthly expenses. Upon
reflection it was clear that Mark never had any
intention of taking care of my kid (Jack).
Maybe I am being a little harsh. Mark did make sure
that Jack could not take all the money out of the
accounts at once. Mark set up a stipend, weekly, for me
($2,500). If I wanted more money I would have to make a
proposal to my trust advisors. If I cannot convince
them then I cannot have the extra money. The danger in
my mind is that this agreement extended to my final
release date at twenty-one. The only thing that made me
at ease at this point was that it was my lawyers, trust
advisors, and not his.
Once molly had shown me the garage for the pool house
with the BMW, which was to be my transportation. Molly
had all she could take. I at first tried to hide the
fact that I was aroused by Molly but by the end of the
tour I did even care. One thing, I learned in my
business adventures was that hiding things made people
nervous or dangerous. Molly gave a smirk and only gave
my condition a smug little laugh.
I had planned on avoid using my contacts until I
understood what was going to happen at my new
residence. Well this desire to fuck Molly let me know
right away that I had to have a release. That was one
of the reasons I took my address book. I made a call to
a company that I knew in California. They imported some
girls from other countries to take care of special
needs.
I was in special need. I really wanted a girl that
looked like Molly. This would be a short notice call,
so I probably would be limited by who they had
available. I called the company, and asked for a young
looking woman that was at least twenty-one years old. I
used the codes that identified me as a good customer.
After ordering my release for the night, I called a
beverage service. I had been use to having a drink
anytime I wanted but now being a teenager; it was a
little harder to get alcohol. My idea was to get the
girl I ordered for the night to sign for the alcohol
when it came. I was feeling pretty happy with myself
when the first knock came at my door about an hour
later.
The young lady at my door was from the Philippines.
Anna, the escort's name, was wearing tight red jeans
and a white tank top. Her skin was incredibly dark and
she had long shiny black hair. Her body was slim, she
had almost no breasts, but her ass was to die for. Anna
looked so young, I could swear she was fifteen at the
most. I guess when you say young these days it means
teenage. Ironically, the first thing Anne said was you
are a young one aren't you. Probably not as young as
you think, I responded.
When I told her she had to sign for a delivery she got
a little suspicious. I quelled that by telling her that
she had to remove all the make up she was wearing after
she had signed for the delivery. That was only thing
that really disappointed me about Anne. She had
glittery blue eyeliner and way too much other colored
crap on her face. One thing about escorts that I had
learned from past experience was they would take you
where they wanted to go, if you let them. You had to
take control immediately, or you might be suckered into
something less than satisfying.
I do not suggest that you should be abusive, only let
them know you have done this before. I guess Anna
interpreted my demeanor as someone who knew the game. I
was actually having a hard time. This girl was a fuck
toy and she was mine for the night. I was having a hard
time not ripping her clothes off and fucking the shit
out her. Again, these teenage hormones were going to be
something that needed to be put under control.
Otherwise, I would be hard pressed to take advantage of
my new opportunity. Anna did sign for the delivery and
even had to show her ID.
After we had loaded the ten cases of beer into the
garage and the bottles of JD, JB and the WT into the
kitchen cabinets I was ready to go. I loaded one the
cases of Samuel Adams into the refrig and poured myself
a Jack and coke. Like I said I was feeling pretty
confident at this time. I told Anna that she needed to
wash that make up off her face. I was nice and
comfortable on the couch when she came out with a
freshly scrubbed face. Without makeup, Anna looked even
younger. She was not stunning but she had that cute
look that young Asians have.
I directed her to my crotch with a wave of my wrist.
Anna immediately moved between my legs and let loose my
pants. Her tiny brown hands were cool on my already
throbbing penis. She wasted no time and engulfed the
head of my member. What surprised me was that I almost
instantly shot off in her mouth. The pleasure was a
shock, I was use to last a lot longer than this. As I
convulsed in orgasm, I held her head tight against my
spurting penis.
When I had finished shooting off in Anna's mouth she
must have felt like she was in control. Anna had
swallowed ever drop but I was not finished. It was an
intense feeling to force her head further down my
penis. My still hard penis, thankfully, push even
deeper into her mouth. It was not until this moment
that I realized Jack's penis was if not much longer
that it was much thicker.
Anna's brown face looked so very small with her lips
wrapped around my shaft. To maintain my illusion of
control, I moved Anna's head up and down my cock. Anna
was no amateur; she quickly adapted to my rhythm and
was using her tongue effectively on the underside of my
shaft.
As much as I was trying to maintain control and even
with just only ejaculating minutes before, I was again
shooting off into Anna throat. I lost count of how many
times I bucked my hips into her face, spurting my sperm
into Anna stomach. This time my penis began to shrink
with in her mouth and her continued sucking was
overloading my senses.
I released Anna's head and she slowly let my penis pop
from her lips. She looked up with her lovely brown eyes
and smiled. I almost laughed but smiled back and said
go brush your teeth. I smacked her ass as she got off
her knees. She shook her delicious ass as she went to
the bathroom looking over her shoulder to make sure I
was looking. When she was finished I told her to fix
herself a drink.
Anna and I relaxed on the couch watched some TV. I like
to cuddle and was nice to have this little hottie next
to me. It was less than ten minutes with me fondling
her tight little ass and I was hard again. I was not
going to look a gift horse in the mouth and started
working Anna up for another round. I felt truly like a
sixteen-year-old boy. In the past if I wanted to
perform this much this fast I would have needed to use
some kind of stimulate.
It was crazy; my hands were running all over her body
and I jamming my tongue down her throat. Believe me
when I tell you this was not like me. I had always
tried to have a calmer approach, more of a slow
seduction even with an escort. Anna was not put off
with my new style of foreplay. Anna returned my kisses
and was squeeze my thick cock through my pants.
I was clearly over excited. I spun Anna off the couch
pushing her on to her hands and knees. I struggled to
undo her jeans and rewarded with Anna wiggling her ass
to help me pull down her red jeans. I did not even wait
to remove Anna's jeans. Once I exposed her brown round
ass I put my face into it. I admit, it was a bit
awkward to lick her little pussy but I was not thinking
very clearly. I used my thumb to probe Anna's already
wet pussy. Man, I said you are one hot piece of ass.
Anna's only response was to moan under my
manipulations.
Again, my new teenage needs overcame me. I pulled my
cock from the confines of my pants and lined up the
head with Anna's wet snatch. I do not remember when the
last time I was so excited. I pushed my way into the
steaming hot lips of Anna's pussy. With just the head
entering caused us both to gasp. I pulled Anna's hips
towards me, positioning her so her ass was on her knees
and her belly was on her thighs.
I pushed all the way into the panting Anna; it was
gloriously hot, wet and tight. With my hands on her
hips, I was thrusting like a maniac in no time. I was
pleased that Anna was grunting and groaning along with
me because I know I was not using any of my past sex
experience. It was purely animal energy that was
driving me into Anna. I told Anna to look at me so I
could see the expression on her face while I pumped in
and out.
I focused on the way her face changed each time I
rammed on. It was then that I heard a gasp behind me. I
looked over my shoulder as I continued to fuck Anna. I
was a little surprised to Molly, a cute teenage girl
with short black hair and a hot Latino woman in her
early twenties with open mouths. I could not stop
fucking Anna, my body was on automatic pilot until it
was satisfied. I am pretty sure that stopping would not
of helped defuse the situation anyway.
Molly yelled something about locking the door and that
I was a pig. The Latino woman just smiled and the
teenage girl watched Anna and I rutting like beasts
with obvious interest. Molly turned around and headed
towards the door, dragging the teenager along with. The
teenager and the Latino woman both watched Anna and I
until they haphazardly left the pool house.
This new excitement pushed me over the edge and with a
few more strokes was pumping semen deep into Anna's
tight channel. I not sure if Anna came during our
little tryst but she definitely thrashed around enough
that I was sure she had a good time. I continued
thrusting into Anna until I finally slipped out of her.
I collapsed beside her and Anna said boy was that
intense.
We both laughed as I pulled Anna on to top of me.
Continued... (?)
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