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Bodyhoppers Strike Redux

Some bodyhopping shorts. I hope you enjoy.

Excess


Transcript:

“Alright Fergusson, get out of her,” Tucker grumbled.

“Pardon?” the lady in question was bemused.

Sighing, Tucker took out a camera and proceeded to snap a photo of her. The lady simply pouted in response as Tucker showed the photo of the lady, except her face had been replaced with a rather young teenager.

“Aw, can’t you play along for once,” the women complained, her voice suddenly deepened to that of a male.

“I will but Alicia’s my girlfriend. That’s a line we shouldn’t have crossed,”

“Despite the fact that you have committed adultery when I hopped your neighbour’s wife and let you fuck her six way to Sunday?” Alicia grinned, “Besides, I would let you do things Alicia wouldn’t want you to do to her,” she continues, her voice turning back into that of a young women’s while looking at her boyfriend seductively.

Tucker shifted his pants slightly to adjust the erection he had, this is partly due to the recent memories of his sexual encounter with his neighbour’s wife and also “Alicia” promising the same wild experience; something the normal “Alicia” would never give at all.

“Besides, how do you know I mounted your girlfriend? I must admit though, her body feels great and fits me in all the right places, if ya’ get what I mean,” she winked, feeling herself up and enjoying the sensual nature of it.

“Well, you know. You always overdress your mount,”

“Can’t be helped. There’s so much I want to wear! So how about the sex I promise you?”

  

65 Days Since I'm a Bodyhopper


Transcript:
It’s been 65 days since I become a bodyhopper and recently, I met Todd, another bodyhopper. When you met another bodyhopper like yourself, what do you do? I don’t know about you but Todd loves roleplay and his idea of fun was to set up scenario that you would only see in porn.

“Alright, so like, we got this mother and daughter, right?”

“Uh-huh,”

“And we fuck the boyfriend or something. The mother will like, I don’t know, teach the daughter how to have sex, ya’?”

Weird. Then again, who was I to judge? So I followed his plan and we sneaked into this house whose occupants had been staked out by Todd for quite some time already. By coin toss, Todd got to be the daughter (He was like a kid on Christmas when he won that) and me, I got to be the lovely mother. Great. Fortunately, the daughter already had a boyfriend, all we need was to call him up and the gig was set.

“Stephie, try not to bite,” I instructed as I tried looking lovingly (I think all I got out was envy) at my ‘daughter’. My ‘daughter’ nodded, delicately but clumsily (Man, he was really into it) moving the meat shaft up and down her mouth. Seeing this sight and really getting into the spirit of it, I thought it was time to up the ante.

“Alright, Stephie. You can practice oral sex anytime you could but now, this old hag really needs some dicking. So what say you, young man? Do you think you can handle the both of us?” I asked as  licked my lips.