1. I posted this on fictionmania a few years ago - it


    Date: 6/11/2017, Categories: Fetish, Sex Humor, Taboo, Author: bonnykate, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    started breathing heavily. I was torn. It seemed so weird to be turned on by this, since it was Andre, after all, who didn't do much for me. But I was hard as a rock. "Oh well," I said. "What the hell." I started taking photos, low, high close-ups, everything. Meanwhile, Andre/Josie moved on to her other tit. Her breasts were big enough that she could almost reach the nipples with her tongue, and she pushed her breasts together and licked at them. Then she began pulling at her nipples, gently at first, then harder, her breathing keeping time. "Do you know," she gasped, "I know every time Josie made love? I remember everything!" One hand continued to pull at her nipple while the other found its way greedily into her panties. She began to move her fingers in and out of her pussy." "Lose the panties!" I said. She opened her eyes and smiled. She stood and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then she pushed her thong down over her hips. I could swear that the sound of those panties hitting the floor was one of the loudest things I'd ever heard (although it may have just been the pounding of my heart.) One hand reached for her breast again, and the other reached between her parted legs. She began to masturbate as she stood there. As she got closer, she started to writhe and heave, finally, she had to grab the back of the love seat, the hand between her pussy lips still working in and out. I stood behind her and took shot after shot, then beside her as her breasts swung ...
    back and forth. "God," she said. "God god god god god god god!" She collapsed on her knees on the floor, her head down, still clutching the back of the loveseat. Her tanned back heaved as she tried to catch her breath. I collapsed into the seat, and I couldn't help myself, I only had to touch the outside of my jeans and I creamed myself. After a minute she looked up, "Well, how was that?" She touched the wet spot on the front of my jeans. "I guess it was good for you, too?" She stood up and started gathering her clothes. "You owe me copies of those photos! "I'm not sure how long this will last, the book said something about the initial spell lasting only a few hours. So you better go and I better put things back." She walked slowly out of the room, her perfect ass swaying as she moved. At the door way she looked over her shoulder and waved. "So why did you pick my Aunt?" I demanded, after he called me over to his house later that evening. "I didn't exactly. I was doing the spell, and it didn't say just how you were supposed to pick somebody in particular - there appears to be some element of chance." "Chance?" I considered this. "OK, so you didn't intend to take over my Aunt's body and masturbate her brains out." "Nope, but when the opportunity presented itself." "You're slime!" "And you're a slime's photographer - speaking of which, did you bring the photos?" A promise was a promise, so I handed him the disk (of course, I had my own copy.) He popped it into the cd tray and ...
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