Ch 13 - Answers

Allen woke up with an achingly hard stiffie.

Fuck! Allen woke up with an aching slab of morning wood! He urgently wrapped his hand around it to feel it, to confirm it. It was solid. It was his cock. He was fucking back! He leapt up and marveled at its heft and weight in his hand.

Fuck! He had to piss so fucking bad!

He made his way to the guest bathroom only to find Jen there already, squatting on the pot and tinkling.

"Allen," she breathed, as the last of her urine dribbled out into the toilet.

"Jen! Fuck," he stammered. She leapt off the porcelain, not even bothering to wipe and wrapped him in a tight bear-hug.

Allen leaned into it, but, Fuck! He really had to pee!

Sensing this, Jen let go of him and stepped aside as he leaned over the toilet and pointed his erection at the bowl.

"Oh, my fuck, Allen!" Jen touched and checked herself all over as his morning piss splashed noisily into the toilet.

"Right," Allen said. "We're back. We're okay, yeah? You okay?"

"I'm... I'm okay," she assured him, "I'll just... I'll just let you finish up then and we can..."

"Yeah, okay" Allen said.

Jen padded from the room on bare feet and he watched her delicious ass cheeks churn as she did, reveling in the hard pulse of arousal that shot through his stiff cock as he watched her sexy butt. He had a cock again! Fuck, yes!

His morning ablutions completed, Allen wandered into the kitchen and discovered Sean leaning against the counter beside a brewing pot of coffee and busily stroking his cock. He was holding an empty coffee mug in front of it.

"We're out of creamer," Sean said calmly, "I thought I'd whip up a batch."

Allen remembered playing with Sean's hard cock yesterday. When he was in Jen's body it felt almost normal that it made his mouth water and his pussy moisten. Now it felt a bit naughty and taboo that he found his mouth watering just the same. It was a pretty-looking cock, after all, pretty tasty looking.

"Can I give you a hand," Allen offered, seeing that Sean hadn't stopped stroking and was looking at him invitingly.

"How about a mouth? You've go such a nice, hot cockmouth on you." Sean let's go of his cock and pushed his hips forward, thrusting his pole towards Allen.

Allen took the coffee mug in one hand and dropped to his knees in front of Sean's erect manhood. Sean sighed exultantly as Allen wrapped his fingers and then his mouth around Sean's hard, primed member. Allen sensed that Sean was close already, and so he tugged back Sean's foreskin and stroked him briskly, bobbing his mouth and tongue wetly on the shiny helmet and shaft until he felt and heard Sean start to cum. He held the mug up around Sean's cockhead and stroked firmly and quickly to release Sean's flow. Hot semen gushed into the waiting mug, filling it more than half full.

Allen stood up and put the mug on the counter. Sean stepped forward, bringing the hot shaft of his cock next to Allen's own throbbing erection. Sean picked up the coffee cup and brought it to his lips as he wrapped his other hand around both their cocks. Sean's prick was still slick with Allen's spit and it lubricated Allen's dick as Sean rubbed their poles together. Allen marveled at how hot Sean's hard cock felt against his own.

Sean put the mug back on the counter and gripped Allen around the back of his neck, bringing their lips together. Sean pushed his tongue and a warm wash of his semen into Allen's mouth. Allen felt his balls and cock clench at the naughty, sexy feeling of sharing a hot cum kiss with Sean.

Sean pulled away and reached for the mug again. He examined the remaining contents and remarked, "Looks like we could use more cream." He sank to his knees in front of Allen's throbbing morning wood. "Care to make a donation," he intoned before wrapping his mouth around Allen's hard cock. Again, it felt a bit weird and naughty, but after yesterday, Allan could hardly object.

"Um! Happy to contribute," Allen gasped. Sean sucked him expertly. It was a little odd for Allen being himself again and having his cock in another guy's mouth. At the same time, it was so fucking naughty. It was a huge turn on. Allen felt his cum rising quickly and forcefully.

"H'kah!" Sean gasped, unsheathing Allen's cock and draining it into the mug. Allen ejaculated more than half a cup of cum, even after blowing th first couple of copious jets down Sean's throat.

"Fuck! That felt so fucking good," Allen gasped.

Sean locked eyes with Allen as he stood up. "Mmm! It feels so naughty sucking a cock now that I've got one too! Does it feel naughtier for you, too?"

Allen searched Sean's eyes and found... "Susan!?"

"Surprise, Sweetie! I guess we're even now," she smirked, pouring half their mixed semen into the other mug and then filling both up with fresh coffee.

She handed one steaming mug to Allen and winked, "Should we go wake me gently, she suggested. "I'm pretty sure Sean is going to have a lot of questions..."

They found Jen hugging Susan's body tenderly, soothingly. Apparently, Sean - if that was him - was taking the switch relatively well.

"So this... this happened to you, too? But now you're back?"

"Yeah, Sweetie," she soothed. "It's Sean," she explained to Susan and Allen, then she stroked Sean's hair back over his shoulder and cupped his face in her palm. "I don't know what this is or how it happened or if it'll be the same for you, and... Hellen?"

Hellen was in the doorway, but it clearly wasn't her. She was marveling at her own tits and her thighs pumped nervously, squeezing the hand she'd thrust between them. "Sean," she stammered at Susan. "I've got a vagina! A real vagina! Fuck! And boobs. These are Hellen's boobs! Oh, Sean!"

She crossed the room in three swift steps and threw her arms around Susan, who cradled her tenderly and murmured, "It's okay. Everything's going to be alright. Just relax. Breathe. Take a moment," she offered, her hands soothing against Hellen's back.

"How...." not-Hellen asked, pulling away from Susan.

"We don't know," Susan admitted. "But,... let me introduce you to some friends," she offered. "This is Allen, and Jen," she said, pointing at each in turn, "A couple of days ago, they switched bodies inexplicably," she continued, "but now they're both back."

"So it's not..."

"We're not sure about anything," Susan caveated, "but this morning, I... I'm Susan," she said, "that's my body," she pointed at Sean, "but I woke up here," she slid her hand across her front.

"Sean," she asked, looking from Susan to Sean.

He nodded.

"I'm Ruby," she said.

"Oh, Ruby," Sean said, rising and moving to comfort her, "this must be so... for you, this must be so..."

"I thought I was dreaming," Ruby confessed, "but like a dream come true! I'm so fucking pretty," she gushed, sliding her palms along her flanks and gyrating her hips lasciviously. "And fuck! Do I ever want some cock right now," she gushed in a husky, throaty voice that conveyed the depths of her desire.

"I was the same way," Allen reassured her.

"Fuck, I

am

the same way," Sean added.

Jen looked across the group of leaderless gendernauts and decided to take charge of the mess. "Susan," she coaxed, slipping one hand through the arm that Susan had bent against her hip, "why don't you and Allen see about providing some transitional therapy for Ruby and Sean here, and I'll go see if I can find where or who Hellen's got to, hmm?"

They both nodded, Susan reaching her hand out to Ruby and Allen moving to stand next to Sean.

"Ruby, are you in Hellen's phone contacts," Jen asked.

"I should be," she said a bit nervously, "Um... if you don't find a Ruby, look for Jeff R or maybe Vee," she offered without further explanation.

Allen eagerly steered Susan towards the couch and Susan held Ruby's hands as she backed towards the love seat by the window. Ruby reached out her hands and cradled Susan's cock in her palm. "Fuck I love your cock, Sea... Susan! I want it so fucking bad!"

Jen left them to it, heading towards the master bedroom to find Hellen's phone.

The doorbell rang.

Jen was stark naked. But, answering the door naked would probably be the least naughty thing she'd done recently, so she thought nothing of striding bare-assed through the entryway and pulling open the big front door.

In front of her was an absolute vision. Jen took in all five foot nine of the curvy monument to femininity that confronted her. Straight, auburn hair framed her lovely face, curling in to brush her neck where it met her shoulders. Thick-rimmed black glasses accentuated her large green eyes and rested atop a delightfully petite nose. Full sexy lips done up in dark red gloss.

Her neck was hidden under a pumpkin roll-neck sweater. Ripe, round breasts pushed out against the knit of it. Below its hem, a short pleated skirt of dark red wool concealed some of her generously curved thighs. Below it, shapely calves curved underneath sheer saffron-colored thigh-high stockings into black leather buckled pumps.

In short, this vision spoke directly to every one of Jen's adolescent Velma fantasies. Jen glanced over the newcomer's shoulder to see a turquoise-trimmed VW van parked in the laneway, completing the picture.

"Jen," the vision said in a throaty alto voice,"you're not gonna believe this, but..."

"Hello, Hellen," Jen said, "come in! Let's get a drink, huh? We've got a lot to talk about.