5.12 – Clone F*cking

5.12 – Clone F*cking

"Sooo ..." Camille said. "What'd'you think? Do you like her tits?"

"They're your tits," Natalie said dryly, gently prying the illusion's hands off of her breasts—which she only made a token effort to stop. Natalie marveled at the physical sensation, at being able to interact with an illusion of hers. And more than that, that she could, apparently, make realistic, corporeal clones of whoever she wanted. The implications of that were ... rather staggering. "What, fishing for compliments?"

"I'd never be so shameless," Camille said. "But they're cute, aren't they? Right? You like them?"

Natalie laughed. She squeezed them experimentally, rolling Cam's nipples between thumb and forefinger. Cam shuddered, biting her lip and staring at her expectantly, eyes flicking between her and Camille. It was honestly a bit surreal, groping an imaginary person. At least, despite Cam's apparent embarrassment, the illusion was responding positively.

"Eh. They're alright," Natalie said.

Camille pouted.

Natalie rolled her eyes. "You've got hot tits, Camille. There, you made me say it." She tweaked a nipple, then pulled back a bit roughly, eliciting a squeak from the girl. Cam glared at her. Though she wasn't behaving exactly like Camille might, the resemblance was definitely uncanny. At the noise of pain, and the glare, Natalie almost apologized by instinct—except she was interrupted from doing so by the illusion's counterpart.

"She's lying," Camille said. "She definitely likes it rough."

Natalie turned to Camille, who quirked her eyebrow in return.

"What? I would know, wouldn't I?"

Huh.

"So, will she, like, do anything we ask?" Camille said. She faced Cam. "Get down on your knees," she ordered.

Cam blinked, turning her attention to Camille. The illusion blushed, then knelt, hands resting on her thighs.

"Okay, first off, I'm not that obedient," Camille said. "So don't get that mixed up. You'll have to put in some work when it comes to the real me."

"Only some?"

"Well. Maybe not too much. It's not my fault you have a ridiculously amazing cock."

"Don't get too excited. I told you—I'm not so easy. But maybe she is." She elbowed her clone, who nodded eagerly.

"Right," Natalie said.

Camille pulled her illusory double along by the hand, then knelt down in front of Natalie. Cam followed. Natalie's heart skipped a beat. Seeing the two identical women staring up at her, one of whom was already blushing and breathing heavily, face slick with Camille's juices, was quite the sight.

"Lemme know who's better at this," Camille grinned. "Never had to compete against myself, before. Not so literally."

"I mean—" Natalie began, but was cut off when Camille grabbed the base of her shaft and engulfed the tip of her cock. She swirled her tongue, teasing the sensitive underside, before bobbing her head a few inches. The suddenness of it surprised Natalie—especially compared to Camille's previous hesitancy. Her earlier performance must have put her in the mood.

"Oh, fuck," Natalie said, voice hitching. "There you go. That's it. Good girl."

Camille couldn't reply, but her eyes crinkled in self-satisfaction. Cam joined in; she pressed her lips to the base of Natalie's cock, where Camille couldn't reach. She trailed her kisses up and around her shaft, mouth warm and wet.

When Camille pulled off, Cam eagerly took her place. Unlike her real-world counterpart, the illusion didn't seem to have a problem with 'girth' or 'length', though: she slid her mouth down Natalie's cock easily, roughly wiggling her head as she swallowed her whole, throat bulging outward.

"Hnng," Natalie groaned, grabbing Cam's head and pressing her down harder—not that she needed the help. Brown eyes sparkled up at her, nose buried firmly into her pubic mound.

Camille interrupted the pleasurable assault, dragging Cam off Natalie by her hair—and none too gently, producing a yelp. Despite looking painful, Cam's eyes looked wild, the first proof that Camille's earlier statement of 'liking it rough' might not have been just teasing.

"I'm being shown up by a clone," Camille huffed. "Unbelievable. If she can do it, I can too." Steeling herself, she appraised Natalie's length for a moment, then, after biting her lip, wrapped her mouth around the tip and plunged down, gagging as she tried to take Natalie to the hilt.

Natalie moaned with pleasure, even if Camille clearly didn't have much experience with the task: her throat tightened and spasmed not halfway down. She coughed and choked, stuck there, unable to finish closing the gap. Natalie—taking Camille's advice—helped. She forcibly held Camille in place, then thrust hard, slapping her hips forward to shove the last several inches in.

Tears welled in Camille's eyes at the invasion, but her fingers dug into Natalie's ass, keeping her locked in place. Natalie didn't let up despite the girl's convulsing; she pulled back and slapped forward, enjoying her hole. Camille tried to struggle away, but Natalie forced her lips back down, cutting off the retreat. Camille stopped struggling, shortly—it had only been instinct at the sudden assault. Her throat didn't stop writhing, though, which Natalie very much enjoyed. Camille looked up at her with wide, watering eyes, saliva dripping from her lips as she choked on Natalie's cock.

"Look how good you're doing," Natalie murmured. "Just needed a little help, didn't you?"

Cam wasn't staying idle; with Natalie's cock taken, the clone chose to shuffle underneath Natalie, burying her face into her other sensitive area. Natalie whined as the girl's tongue teased her pussy.

A two-pronged assault. Again. It was a good thing Natalie had already cum once. She wouldn't be so easy to wring out a second time. She planned on enjoying this.