Sam and I had heard tales about her place, some said she was a witch, some a sorceress.
Either was possible, all I knew was that Sam had agreed to drink the potion, and would be next.
I watched, as Sam became young again, so filled with lust. The sounds of rapture, of them joining, of her pleading for him to fuck her harder, deeper.
On all fours, her eyes found mine as she begged for his thick cock deep up her ass. He took her over and over till she was spent, him holding her.
I wanted to do what Sam had done, become young, change into that young women, be taken.
I want some of that too!! HFFF :)
ReplyDeleteA very unexpected take on this photo. Bravo, sir. Well played and thanks for joining us this week.
ReplyDelete-- PB
Now that is different! I fancy a bit of that potion... :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice! I want some of that potion. heheh Happy Flash Fiction Friday!
ReplyDeleteAh, transformation, not the first thing I saw in this picture, so kudos to you for bringing out something new and interesting.
ReplyDeleteThanks all !! I am glad everyone liked it ... know I would ... on that bed .. facing the door .. being taken *smile*
ReplyDeleteI will send you each a bottle of the potion !
"some said she was a witch, some a sorceress."
ReplyDeleteI think I know her... *laughs*
Happy Saturday.
oh to be a saucey saucerer!
ReplyDelete@ the Devil...did you just call me a witch? ;)
ReplyDeleteI liked this take on the picture, NF_44. Very voodoo.