Get inside her

Our eyes met, her pupils dilated, a look somewhere between languidly teasing and irrepressibly needy. I wondered if she could tell that was how I felt too, our emotions totally in sync even as our naked, sweaty bodies pressed against one another.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Rachel moaned into my mouth, our lips close, as my spines pierced her side. She looked like she was melting, the pain giving way to pleasure, but I could tell she savored both.

She lifted her hand, stroking my cheek, only to see her fingers lose substance and become vacant from within.

“Mhmm, I can’t wait till you’re wearing my hands… I did a fresh coat of nail polish for you, my love.”

My cock throbbed, and Rachel giggled, clearly feeling it.

“I adore this feeling.”

She bit her lip, before leaning up and kissing me again, tracking her black lipstick kiss prints on me.

“Rachel… you’re so fucking hot.”

I said it to her in low tones, amazed at her. Just as much as she seemed obsessed with me, I was getting like that with her too. She was so twisted, and so audacious. I couldn’t help but be captivated. She closed her eyes, squeezing her thighs against my sides as they were wrapped around me, before almost with a breath losing her shape entirely.

And then suddenly, I was alone in Rachel’s bedroom. The complete girl had flattened out, turning into a perfect goth girl skin, one I just had to put on and I’d become her. I traced her vacant flesh with my fingers, finding her still so warm.

I lifted her arm and took a big sniff of her armpit, burying myself in her scent; She really hadn’t been kidding when she said she’d been locked in this room pleasuring herself. She hadn’t showered for days, and even a little sour and sweaty from our lovemaking, her musk was intoxicating.

I gulped as I reached her most **** place, opening her lower lips. Her pubic hair was tightly shaven into a landing strip, and as I peeled her open just a little, I found her filled with my seed. Experimentally, I put my tongue to it, tasting that rich mix of both our flavors with the tip, before pulling back. It was such a potent mix, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was romantic in a way, the mix of the two of us being so present all at once.

God… I’m getting so perverse.

But I can think of another way the two of us need to mix now...

I flipped her on her front, kneading her deflated ass cheeks with my hands as I pulled them apart. I had an urge to see how wide I could stretch her, to find out if I could enter her through this way. The low evening light, slipping through her blinds in lazy rays, provided just enough clarity to make out the slimy, dark pink interior of Rachel’s skinsuit through her hole.

I shoved my head inside, feeling a tug of resistance for just a moment before it widened enough to let her new wearer inside. I wiggled my wider shoulders within, feeling the tightness as I writhed inside Rachel, pulling her body lower onto me even as I got higher up her.

I could see some light ahead, her open mouth guiding me upwards. I squeezed my head within hers, feeling that tightening, a white sensation in my vision, an almost pins and needles experience as my nose, my ears, my lips all slotted within hers.

I gasped when the feelings subsided, a thrill of dopamine tingling down my spine as having her voice again. I glanced down, seeing how freaky I looked below the neck, the outline of my arms moving within the skin of Rachel’s stretched and tight torso. I hurried to shove my arms down within hers, and within seconds I saw the bizarre sight of her skin growing taut to mine, saw the slimming down as the pressure took hold, and witnessed the sight of my top half becoming unmistakably Rachel’s.

“That really does feel interesting…”

I flicked “my” freshly pierced nipple, sucking air through my teeth at the sensation. It stung, but having the bar straight through seemingly just made me so much more aware of its sensitivity.

“I wonder what it would feel like for someone to suck them right now… aghhhh~!”

I moaned at the end of my sentence, gaining the feeling of Rachel’s asshole even though it wasn’t fully worn as my feet were pulled inside it. I fell back on the bed, positioning myself, maneuvering the last non-integrated parts of Alex as I lined my legs up with Rachel’s before filling her body out completely.

The sensation of tight throbbing started at my toes and raced up, the outline of my cock being the last part of me to disappear as it was wrenched down and felt like it was speared inside me. Deep in my belly, hot and wet and pulsing, Rachel’s womb took its rightful place within me.

“F-fuck…”

I sighed, the intensity of fully regaining this goth girl form settling on me. It was scintillating, stunning, and… really comfortable too. Even though that skinwalker side of me had been largely sated for a while by everything I’d done last time I wore this skin, getting back inside was a feeling of relief more profound and subtle than I’d really been expecting. It was no doubt similar to how a smoker felt finally sparking up after a long flight, a level of necessary relaxation they’d longed for.

I stretched out on her bed, before rolling around and wrapping myself in her sheets, giggling.

Rachel’s sheets, in Rachel’s room. But if anyone came here, they wouldn’t see anything out of place. I’m Rachel, after all. She craves me wearing her skin, her identity, helping myself to every part of her… she loves it like that. She’s so twisted, but thinking about it… this is so crazy intimate too…

Speaking of intimate…

I reached down between my legs, not able to see them covered in the duvet, but knowing they were there. The smooth, shaved thighs felt so satisfying gliding against the sheets, and something else felt satisfyingly used too. I spread my lower lips, feeling something warm and gooey ooze out of them.

I had a face somewhere between disgust and a weird, heavy, thrilling attraction as I thought about it, and as I couldn’t help but feel it; I was literally stuffed full of my own cum right now.

“My boyfriend creampied me, and I loved it… I’m such a slutty girlfriend.”

I bit my lip, before giggling and wriggling around in the covers more. Roleplaying as my own goth girlfriend was a little too stimulating, even as the embarrassment just made it more fun for me.

I should get showered and dressed… and then maybe see what I can get up to tonight.

A part of me wanted to just stay locked in and dirty, live the live Rachel had been caught up in before messaging me. Taking deep sniffs of her dirty body as I played with myself, teasing this skin for another night of masturbation.

But, then again… isn’t part of the thrill of being a hot goth girl being seen? I could head out too. There’s a whole world of people I could get involved with.

And… didn’t Rachel give me her identity as well as her body? Wearing this face, wouldn’t it be exciting for people to get a message that “Rachel” wants to hang out with them?

I could think of three possibilities immediately. It had been a while since “I” had seen my best friend; Heather was probably missing me. Especially after what we’d done together last time, fucking raw in the toilets of a rave while high on party ****. Seeing that pretty cosplaying slut in the skin of her equally gorgeous bestie sounded like an amazing way to spend the evening.

Then again… she wasn’t the only person I’d slept with that night. I thought back to Antonio, that latin loverboy who’d been lucky enough to get with a hot goth bitch like me. I was sure if I got in touch with him, he’d drop everything to keep my company again tonight.

Finally, there was Jimmy. I still didn’t really know where he stood with me, and I was getting worried. I’d already used Rachel’s face to talk to him before, and they were housemates… it wouldn’t be weird if I checked up on him tonight? And who knows, maybe we could have some fun and head out into town or something? There was a bit of a thrill in hanging out with a close friend, but never having him realize it was really you in the corset and leather skirt, punk boots and eyeliner.

All three choices sounded exciting,