Exploring Carrie

Looking back at you was Carrie. Her body moved when you moved. When you smiled, she smiled. In shock, you brought one of Carrie's hands up to your face to feel it. Her face was so smooth. You felt her neck, and stopped, resting on top of her boobs. They were hiding under a white t-shirt. You quickly pulled it off, relishing the feeling of pulling the fabric off your body. Tossing aside the shirt, you saw Carrie had opted to wear a pink bra to match the pink panties. Reaching back, you tried to unclasp the bra, but it was quite a struggle. With a few grunts and swears, you unclipped it to let Carrie's tits fall free.

"Damn these are nice," you say, once again being shocked by your new voice. "I mean, damn my tits are nice."

You giggle in a very Carrie like fashion. Now that your top was undressed, time to undress the bottom. You shimmied out of the skirt and kicked aside the panties. There, in all her glory, was Carrie. But although it looked like Carrie, it was you. You'd seen her naked plenty of times, but somehow this was special. Knowing that you had complete control over her body was intoxicating. You could feel the warmth in your crotch. Looking down, you saw how flat it was. Snaking your hand to it, you watched in the mirror as Carrie's finger inserted itself into her pussy. The first touch made you grasp the counter. It felt great. You wanted more. Soon so did two and then three fingers. It was tight and slightly hurt, but it still felt so good. Carrie moaned as you started to **** her pussy. Shoving your fingers in and out over and over again, rapidly increasing the heat you could feel building up.

"Oh my god Carrie," you said in her voice, turning you on even more. "Carrie, fuck yes."

You kept going as your knees started to buckle, watching Carrie finger herself in the mirror. Her face filled with pleasure as she enjoyed it. Finally, you couldn't take it anymore. In a burst of warmth, your body was overwhelmed and you let out a cry, falling to the ground. Carrie's pussy leaked out on the bathroom floor, mixing with the sweat from your body's activity. You just lay there, basking in Carrie's afterglow. You could get used to this.