Switching Roles

Author's Note: This is my first work after a long period of being away from the platform. I wanted it to be quick, punchy and full of juicy action. My muse for this was stunningly beautiful Melissa Isabelle (@melissaisabell.e on IG). After you're done reading this story, go show her some love. I might make a sequel to this if you ask nicely in the comments ;) Love, Astro

***

"Where are you at?!"

Isabelle barked at her phone, one hand on the steering wheel.

"

Mmmhhh

..."

Ben's reply was groggy.

"You better not still be in bed," she threatened "Or I swear I'm gonna break the door down and drag you out."

"What if I told you I was naked under the sheets?"

"Then I guess the whole street will know how hairy your ass is."

Ben grunted.

"Hey jerk-off, how about you put some clothes on? We're running late." She goaded him on.

"Hey how about you leave me the fuck alone today?"

"I didn't drive twenty minutes to your place just to be turned away at the door."

"Sorry, guess you should've asked first."

Isabelle swore. She flung her phone on the passenger street and turned the key. The old SUV's V8 roared to life. She gave the gas pedal a couple of pumps, revving the engine. In his bedroom, Ben closed his eyes, pulling the covers up to his face.

"That's right," he mumbled sleepily, "just go away."

But Isabelle had other intentions. She put the car in reverse and backed up onto Ben's driveway. He heard the thundering engine rattle the bedroom windows in their frame.

"What the..."

Isabelle backed up all the way up, past Ben's open garage door and steered the car into position right next to where she knew his bedroom was. She grinned as her hand slammed down on the steering wheel, blowing the horn right in Ben's ears.

"Stop that!", his tinny voice came from the phone's speaker. "Hey! Get the fuck off my driveway!"

Izzy laughed, her hand staying firmly planted on the horn. The car was old and the horn was obnoxiously loud, blaring like a foghorn in the quiet morning. Ben gathered up fistfuls of his bedsheet, swearing up and down until he had ran out of curses. He yelled into his phone.

"Alright alright I'm coming out! Fuck's sake!"

Ben threw the sheets off his body and slammed his feet on the floor. He rummaged around in his mostly-empty wardrobe, searching for a pair of shorts. He found one crumpled up in the very back of a drawer. He couldn't find a tee-shirt so he fished around in the laundry hamper, pulling out one that didn't smell entirely rank. He grabbed a pair of mismatched socks from the drawer and his running shoes scattered by the front door on his way out. The morning sun stung his eyes. He squinted at Isabelle, who by now had pulled up in front. He tried glaring at her but she laughed him off.

"Aww you look so cute when you're angry!" She pooh-poohed his attempt at anger.

"That was not cool Izzy."

"So was standing me up for the past four weekends, Benny." She knew he hated being called Benny.

"Ah fuck you!" Ben threw his shoes in the rear compartment and slid into the front passenger seat. "You don't control my life."

"Apparently, neither do you."

Ben hated how she always had a comeback for everything. It was impossible to win against her. He had tried countless times. He saw her open her mouth to speak and he shushed her.

"Uh uh. I'm not talking to you till we get to the park."

He put his seat belt on and fully reclined his seat. He grabbed one of Izzy's ball caps from the back seat and pulled it over his eyes.

"Alright big boy." Izzy smirked as she put the car in drive and rolled off the driveway.

***

About twenty five minutes later, the car pulled up to a parking slot on the trailhead. Loose gravel crunched under the tyres as Izzy manoeuvred the car into position and killed the engine. Ben mumbled something under the ball cap, half-sleeping. As Izzy put the car in park, the big bulge in Ben's shorts caught her eye. She gasped and quickly looked away. She opened the door on her side and stepped out into the crisp morning air, her face suddenly warm. The golden sunlight hit her face, warming her caramel skin. She stood there, breathing the sweet scent of the pines wafting her way from the park, trying to keep her thoughts civil.

She yawned and stretched, her oversized hoodie stretching taut against her chest. She began pulling her dreads in a tight ponytail as she looked around. She spotted a familiar car, parked two spots away. She looked at the trailhead and looked back at the car.

"Shit!"

Izzy turned back to the car. Ben was still dozing.

"Hey!" She banged on his window. "Wake your ass up!"

Ben jerked awake, the hat slipping off his face. He stared bleary-eyed at Izzy.

"The others are already off. We're gonna have to catch up!"

"Shit!"

Ben undid his belt and opened the car door.

"You should've left me back home." He grumbled, stepping out. "I'm

so not

ready for a run right now."

As he stood up and stretched, he realised something was straining his shorts. He flushed and turned away.

"

Someone

had a great dream..." Izzy said, trying to break the tension between them.

Ben grunted.

"You still thinking about her?"

"

Of course

not."

"Okay, good." She said, walking around to the back of the car. "Now put that thing away before you take some old lady's eye out."

Izzy opened the boot and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling them down in one smooth motion. Her shapely legs came into view, her plump ass encased in a pair of running shorts. They came down a scant few inches past the curve of her ass cheeks, and when she stood with her feet close together, her inner thighs lightly stuck together. The waistband encircled her soft belly. She threw the sweatpants in the boot, followed swiftly by her hoodie. When she stepped out from behind the car, Ben caught her adjusting her band of her sports bra, which was at that moment having a rough time keeping her tits from spilling out.

"Ready?" She asked, not looking at him.

"Yup." Ben replied, as he finished lacing up his shoes.

"And junior down there?"

"You don't need to worry about him."

"Who said i was worried?" Izzy smirked at him. "Okay we're gonna have to skip the warm-up. We need to catch up to the group."

Ben nodded.

"You lead."

***

Ben walked off the trail, heading for the nearest tree. He put an arm out to support himself as he panted, doubled over. His head was throbbing. Every muscle in his body ached. Sweat ran down his skin in rivulets. His face was flushed pink from exertion. There was a stitch in his side. Every fibre of his being wanted to sit down and go to sleep. He wondered how far he'd have to walk between the trees to come to a nice, peaceful clearing. The sound of running footsteps broke his daze.

"Come on, we're never catching up to them at this rate."

Ben motioned with his other hand.

"Go... I'll catch up."

"No you won't. Not when you're hugging a tree."

Ben looked up at Izzy. Sweat stung his eyes.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"My

problem

is that we've been running for forty minutes and still haven't caught up with the others because you're just moping around."

"No one told you to hang back."

"Yeah, and no one told me you'd spend the past four weeks of marathon training locked up in your house, crying about your breakup!"

"Fuck you Izzy. Eat a dick."

Ben turned away. Izzy was slightly taken aback. She followed him nonetheless.

"It doesn't take a genius to figure out she wasn't your type, Benny."

"Don't call me Benny." He gritted his teeth.

"Yeah? That's not what you told Claire, like ever. With her it was always 'Hey Benny look at this', or 'Hey Benny go do that.'

Ben gripped the tree trunk with his fingers. His other hand clenched into a fist.

"She had you wrapped around her little finger and you didn't mind that

one bit.

So what are you getting mad at me for?"

Ben didn't reply.

"What was it about her Ben, hmm? What was so special that you stuck with her for a whole year? I've known you for five and you basically disappeared on me while she was around."

Ben straightened up, his breathing having returned to normal. His heart was still pounding at being confronted by Izzy, however. He glared at her.

"Did she bake cookies for you? Did she take you out on picnics? Did she let you drive her fancy car and make you feel like a special boy?"

"Shut up."

"Did she dress nice for you? Put on make up, go dancing? Did you fall in love with her perfume?"

"

Izzy

" he warned, taking a step toward her.

"Did she give good head, Benny?" Her voice dropped low. "Did she fuck you real good?"

"I said,

shut up!

" his fists balled up by his sides.

"Or did she not fuck you at all? Is that why you kept hanging around her like a little puppy, asking for treats?"

"That's enough!"

Ben lunged forward and grabbed Izzy's throat. The momentum forced her back onto the tree trunk. If Ben had been looking to shut her up, he failed.

"Did she let you dominate her?" She asked, her eyes boring into his. "Did she make you feel like a big, strong man? Someone who could have his way with her any time he wanted, anywhere, however he liked it?"

Ben's grip tightened on her neck, making her grunt. Ben's other hand gripped her wrist like a vice. His eyes were bloodshot.

"Did you like it, Ben? Did you enjoy it?" Izzy's voice was strained, but it hadn't lost any of its fire.

"Yeah... yeah I did." Ben replied, his voice hoarse.

"You did

what,

Ben?"

"I enjoyed it."

"Just how much did you enjoy it?"

Ben paused, looking away for a moment.

"I still think about it. Every day. All the time."

"What did you do, Ben? What did you do to her?"

Izzy's free hand slowly travelled up the hand that was clutching her throat, up the arm and onto Ben's chest.

"Show me what you did to her"

Her hand trailed down his stomach and abdomen, over the waistband of his shorts, and ran over something stiff and hot.

"Show me."

She gripped Ben's hard cock. His eyes shot down to her hand, then back up. She wore a challenging expression on her face. Ben took a deep breath, his hand relaxing on her neck...

...Before he grabbed her ponytail by the base and led her into the trees. Leaves and twigs crunched under their running shoes as they disappeared out of sight from the trail. He dragged her by the hair till they came to a small clearing in the trees. He turned her roughly by the shoulders to face him.

"On your knees." He grunted.

"Make me." Izzy growled.

Ben welcomed the challenge by deftly stepping behind her and pushing his knee into the back of hers. As she lost her balance, Ben shoved her down by her shoulders. Izzy fell on all fours. As she knelt back up, she saw Ben had moved back to face her. He towered over her, his crotch less than an inch from her face. He studied her face Intently. Then he reached down and pulled his cock and balls out of his shorts.

"Open your mouth."

Izzy looked up at him defiantly.

"I don't kiss on the first date." She smirked.

Ben gripped her chin. He dug his fingers into her cheeks, prying her jaws apart.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

Ben stared her down. Izzy relented after a long moment, parting her lips wide. Ben let go of her chin and took a half step forward. His cock was enveloped in a fine sheen of sweat. Izzy looked at it, then up at Ben, then back. She leaned her head forward and inhaled his musk as she planted her lips on his warm member. Ben's lips parted but no sound came out of him as she ran her lips up and down the shaft - once, twice, and on the third one she engulfed it with her mouth.

Ben realised he'd been holding his breath, and it came out in a shuddering exhale as he watched his best friend swallow his cock. Izzy ran her tongue under the shaft as it slowly gorged with warm blood, growing inside her mouth, forcing her to open wider with each passing moment. She began to salivate, her mouth leaving a wet trail on the member that mixed deliciously with Ben's sweat. She held on to his knees for support as she forced the purple head deeper down her throat. Ben loved how warm her mouth felt around his cock, and watched as beads of her saliva ran out the sides of her mouth, down her chin and dripping down onto the forest floor below. He groaned as she sped up slightly, bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing shaft. He looked down and watched her tits jiggling in her sports bra, which looked like it was struggling to contain them. Ben grabbed the hair at the base of her skull and pulled her head back. She looked at him quizzically.

"Take your bra off"

She smiled and held her arms up.

"A little help would be nice."

Ben saw the glint in her eyes. Bending at the knee, he reached down and hooked his fingers between the bra's band and her skin. He slowly peeled the garment off her chest, over her head and up off her arms, discarding it on the ground next to her. His eyes travelled down her flushed face, her neck and clavicles before settling on her full, heavy tits. They hung on her chest enveloped in a light film of glistening sweat, the dark brown nipples standing proudly stiff. Ben reached down and took them in his hands. The caramel tissue spilled out of his palms, and when her sensitive nubs grazed his palms she moaned softly. Ben squeezed them, drawing another moan out of Izzy. Despite their size, they were pleasantly firm. He played with a nipple, tweaking and pulling it between his fingers. As he did, he felt her hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

"You like that?", she whispered.

He nodded, kneading her tits. He was transfixed by them.

"You like when I suck on your cock?"

"Yeah"

"Then you're gonna

love

this."

Izzy crawled close to Ben until her nose was almost rubbing against his abdomen. She stroked his cock as she opened her mouth, revealing a pool of saliva under her tongue. She dipped her chin, letting it gush down her chin, landing on top of and in between her tits. Izzy pumped his cock a couple of times before arching her back and pulling it between the fleshy mounds. Ben groaned as his shaft rubbed up against her warm skin. He pushed his hips into her chest, savouring the feel of her lush mounds against his member. Izzy pressed her palms into the sides of her tits, trapping his cock between them. She looked up at him and smiled. Ben placed his hands on her shoulders, and began thrusting.

Her skin was soft and warm against his member, and her tits pillowy. Ben watched as the purple tip popped in and out of her cleavage, almost butting into her chin. Izzy looked up at him, her lips parted in a grin.

"You like that?"

"I

fucking love

that." Ben grunted.

Izzy lowered her chin and another stream of saliva painted the tops of her tits. Ben cock slid smoothly between the mounds, lubricated by spit and sweat alike. Izzy stuck her tongue out and flicked the head each time it emerged from her caramel flesh. She looked up at Ben and giggled.

"Did she let you tit-fuck her, Ben?"

Ben shook his head.

"Of course not. She didn't have much of those anyway." She said snidely. "But me, I got more than enough for you."

Ben loved how filthy she was getting with her language.

"You let every guy fuck your tits?"

"Just the ones with the biggest dicks." Izzy replied.

Ben felt himself grow bigger and harder with each stroke. His balls rubbed against her flesh, and his hands slowly closed in from her shoulders to the sides of her neck. He pressed his palms into her neck and his thumbs into her throat, applying just enough pressure to not choke her but make her eyes widen and grunt under the force.

"Uh huh, choke me Ben." Izzy whispered, her voice strained. "I love it when you choke me... I love feeling your hands around my neck." She egged him on.

After another couple of moments, Ben stopped and pulled back. His hands came off Izzy's neck and his cock slipped free of her tits. Izzy panted for breath on all fours. Her dreads were stuck to her back. Spit and sweat trailed down her front, dripping onto the forest floor. Ben let her recover for a couple of seconds before roughly pulling her up onto her feet by her arm.

"Walk." He commanded, as he pulled her towards the nearest tree. Her running shoes dragged on the ground as he led her. Ben stopped a couple of feet away from the tree trunk.

"Bend over and grab a hold of the tree." He instructed her.

When she did as told, Ben stepped behind her. He pulled the waistband of her running shorts, slowly peeling the fabric away from her ass. He gloated as her firm, round cheeks came into view. He pushed the shorts down to her knees, before grabbing a hold of her asscheeks. If her tits were too much for his hands to contain, her ass was absolutely overflowing. He kneaded the dark flesh, grabbing, pulling, pinching it. He pulled the cheeks apart to reveal her puffy mound, encased in thin, thong-style underwear. He salivated at the sight of his best friend's pussy, feeling his cock twitch as he knelt on ground. He roughly pulled the gusset to the side, exposing her engorged pussy lips and the dark pucker of her asshole. The thin, purple slit of her pussy called out to his tongue, and he wasted no time burying it inside her.

"

Oh ffffuuucckk Ben

!" Izzy moaned, her fingers digging into the bark of the tree. An electric shiver ran through her body as she felt Ben's tongue tasting her insides. She surrendered to his control, opening up her body to his advances. "Yeah just like that eat me baby

fuccckkkkk

"

Ben buried his nose into her taint, breathing in her thrilling musk. His tongue plunged between her pussy folds, slurping up her juices. His lips mashed up against her labia, sucking and keeping her wetness from escaping his mouth. Ben's cock throbbed between his legs as he ate her out, drooling pre-cum on the underbrush. He grunted and groaned his pleasure into her cunt, and it wasn't long before he felt the urge in his groin bubble up uncontrollably. Ben stood up, his face smeared her juices. Holding Izzy's panties to the side, he positioned the tip of her cock at her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, making her moan and rub her legs together. She looked back at him, her face carrying an expression of desperate urging.

"You ready for me?" He asked her.

"If you don't fuck me right now I'll scream." She groaned.

That was all Ben needed to hear. He thrust his hips forward, plunging into his friend's pussy. They both groaned in unison as he bottomed out in her in the first stroke. Ben paused there, his crotch glued to Izzy's ass, throbbing inside her. Izzy could feel it spasming against the walls of her pussy.

"

Holy shit

" Izzy breathed. "You're stretching me out so fucking good"

Ben grabbed a hold of her hips as he pulled back, almost all the way. Izzy moaned as he pushed back in, bottoming out again. He paused for longer this time, making her squirm.

"Ben, please..." she pleaded. He pulled out slowly, watching her pussy lips grip his cock as he unsheathed it from her insides. Her asshole puckered and winked at him. He savoured the sight of her juices slathered on his cock, before he pushed back in. This time, his hips began pistoning, plumbing her depths, making her shudder. His crotch smacked against the globes of her asscheeks with each thrust, sending ripples through the pliant flesh.

"Yes yes yes yes yes!" Izzy cried out with each thrust. "Yeah fuck me baby, stretch me out, make me your slut!"

Her tits swung under her torso, crashing into each other, dripping her spit from earlier off her nipples. Ben let go of her hips on one side and instead grabbed her hair. Wrapping her dreads around his wrist, he tugged, pulling her head back. His other hand stayed planted on her hips, his fingers digging into her toffee skin, leaving marks. The usual clamour of the woods had died down, leaving only the wet, sticky symphony of flesh smacking against flesh. Their shuddering breaths mixed with the sounds of the light breeze blowing between the trees. The park trail wasn't too far away, and if the people on the trail would've paused their walk or run right there, they would've heard what would've sounded like someone running in the forest. A couple of passing dogs whined and tugged at their leashes, trying to get their owners to let go so they could investigate the strange sounds and the near-imperceptible musk in the air, but they were hushed and hurried along.