2.22 Go F* Yourself

2.22 Go F* Yourself

"You know," Zoey said, "it’s weird being propositioned to by someone trying to kill me two minutes ago."

"Then take your anger out on me." Not-Zoey waggled her ass, still turned over on her stomach and looking back at Zoey with a smirk. "I might not be as durable as Mel when it comes to this, but I think I can put up a good fight."

"Aren't you a second-advancement boss? Shouldn't you be more durable?"

"If fucking was all I did, maybe. Not trying to spoil the surprise too much ... but you might want to wear me down for phase three."

"Phase three." By the sounds of it, more of phase one. Combat. More of her trying to kill Zoey. Which was quite the thing to hang over Zoey’s head while wiggling her ass around invitingly. Fuck it. "You know what? Sure. Wear you down. I can go for some of that.”

Not-Zoey grinned, and a glint appeared in her eyes. "Ready to find out what your own pussy feels like?"

Which succeeded in making Zoey’s heart skip a beat, despite the circumstances. Where had Not-Zoey’s timidity gone?

Zoey crawled across the bedsheets, the plush material indenting as she moved. She perched herself overtop Not-Zoey.

Despite having shifted bodies several times, the thick black ink from their body-writing event was as visible as ever. ‘FREE USE CUM DUMPSTER’, Not-Zoey’s ass read.

Fuck. Her cock twitched in excitement.

Zoey guided it between two soft cheeks, rubbing it up and down Not-Zoey’s ass, between bolded letters. Soon to be true. She guided it down, rubbing her cockhead against slick folds, lubricating herself in preparation.

My folds, Zoey hazily corrected herself. Rubbing my cockhead against my folds.

This was her pussy she’d be thrusting into. Even if it was guided by a consciousness that wasn’t hers, it was still her own body. Every biological detail, perfectly duplicated. And maybe not her mind exactly, but something close—just, merged with another’s consciousness. For most meaningful uses of the word, Not-Zoey was her. Her memories, her personality.

However intense the fight had been a few minutes prior, Zoey's brain quickly grew addled by lust. She slid her cock up and down, rubbing against agonizingly soft flesh—her own flesh—mentally bracing herself for what she was about to do.

“Hurry up, won’t you?” Not-Zoey breathed. She sounded as tantalized by the idea as Zoey.

She lined her cockhead up to Not-Zoey's opening. Even just sliding, the feeling was incredible. Warm, inviting, wet. Not-Zoey rubbed back, arching her back, and encouraging Zoey to thrust in.

"Ready?" Zoey asked, her voice grown husky.

"For that thing? Probably never."

Zoey pushed forward, pressing the head of her cock into Not-Zoey's entrance. She breathed in as she pushed past tight resistance, sinking inside Not-Zoey's sex.

I’m inside myself.

Zoey’s entire body burned with the idea. Not-Zoey’s warm, tight pressure enveloped her member, spreading through her shaft, making her whole body tingle with pleasure. The feeling was electric, amplified a hundred times over by the mental stimulation of knowing it was her own pussy she’d just pushed into.

Zoey's breath caught as she thrusted again. Then again, and again, picking up speed. A needy, foreign force took over Zoey’s hips. She slapped in, harder, faster, deeper with every passing second.Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

"Oh god," Not-Zoey groaned, pressing her face into the bedsheets as Zoey filled her up.

Zoey's hips finally hit Not-Zoey's ass, her back-and-forth efforts finally driving all the way into Not-Zoey's pussy. Like usual, she’d needed to ease in. But now she held still for a moment, savoring the sensation of having another woman's pussy—that was also her own—wrapped around her cock.

It was a feeling, Zoey realized, she would never tire of. Being inside another girl made her feel ... powerful. She'd always been a person not afraid to take control in bed, but this, the tight pressure of wet, squirming pussy-walls around her cock ... it gave her an almost primal sense of control, something heady and intoxicating.

The fact it was her own pussy she'd entered? Her own tight walls pleasuring her cock? It took the sensation to eleven.

Zoey growled, leaning forward and breathing hot air into Not-Zoey's ear. She lifted her hips then slammed them back forward. Flesh slapped against flesh, and waves of pleasure ran up and down her spine, shooting bolts of lightning through her nerves. She needed more.

"Faster," Not-Zoey groaned, apparently agreeing. "You call this ... a fucking?"

Zoey had always loved the over-the-top dirty talk that came from a properly-fucked partner, and the haze of lust. Her face—her body—was on fire. Not-Zoey kept spewing the obscenities, the lewd words amplifying the pleasurable burning in her cock, her core, her entire being.

"You feel so good around me," Zoey growled as she picked up speed, working herself faster and faster. "I’m close. I’m going to blow another load inside your slutty little ass. You want that?"

"Yes! I do! My ass needs your cum! Shoot it into me!"

"Then take it, you little slut. You fucking ... cum dumpster." She grabbed a handful of Not-Zoey's hair and shoved her head into the sheets. Her cries grew muffled, and Zoey's climax arrived. A geyser of thick white seed poured from her cock as her body spasmed. Not-Zoey's insides clenched around the gushing shaft, milking every last drop from Zoey as their orgasms synchronized.

The burning euphoria was even higher than the first time. Her vision flashed white. Every nerve ending was on fire—it was overwhelming, pleasurable agony. Her thighs quivered as if electrified. She moaned obscenely, body shaking as she emptied into Not-Zoey’s ass.

Beneath her, Not-Zoey underwent the same crucible. She bucked against Zoey's thrusts, unable to resist the overload of pleasure provided by Zoey's cock deep in her tight asshole. She gripped the sheets, squirming underneath Zoey's weight, hips bucking back and forth in a desperate effort to get more cock inside her, to keep Zoey's cock squirming around.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, both women fell into the sheets, panting. Zoey slumped forward atop Not-Zoey, chest heaving up and down with exertion. Sweat trickled between their bodies. Not-Zoey's ass, and Zoey's thighs and crotch, were completely coated by their combined juices. More Zoey's than Not-Zoey's. The viscous white liquid dripped down onto the sheets, pooling beneath them, dampening the fabric which had grown squishy with so much seed.

Their breathing came heavy and ragged for a solid minute.

"One more hole left," Zoey finally said, sitting and flipping Not-Zoey over. She pulled Not-Zoey up and guided her mouth to her cock.

"You just had that thing in my—"

Zoey's cum-covered cock, a minute prior violating Not-Zoey's asshole, sank into the soft wet flesh of her mouth. Zoey had, at least, worked the cleaning agent in while fucking her.

Despite the protest, Not-Zoey's tongue explored eagerly, cleaning up the cum off Zoey's sticky member and caressing her cock with the powerful, exploring muscle. She sucked hungrily at it—like it was her last chance to taste it. Which, Zoey supposed, it was. She drooled, dribbling saliva all across her breasts and stomach as she slurped away at Zoey's cock.

"Eager, aren't you?" Zoey groaned.

Not-Zoey moaned around her cock. The words were hard to make out with so much blockage, but it might've been 'it tastes so good'. She wiggled her head further down, swallowing more of the girlcock with sloppy effort. Zoey was quickly enveloped by the tight walls of Not-Zoey's throat. Not-Zoey choked on her impressive size, but wasn’t discouraged.

Zoey hips worked with Not-Zoey, forcing cock deeper into her throat with every second. “Swallow it, bitch,” Zoey groaned, hands sinking into Not-Zoey’s hair. My own hair. It was silky and soft.

For a brief, impossible second she’d forgotten who this was. Or, whose body. Bright green eyes stared up at Zoey, and she stared as a mirror image of herself sucked desperately at her cock, wiggling her head to get down further.

She pounded against Not-Zoey's face, the realization reinvigorating her efforts, her lust, and she drove herself into Not-Zoey's open throat. Not-Zoey's eyes rolled back as her neck distended, taking the cock that had so recently fucked her ass. "Every inch. Swallow every inch of my giant cock, you slut. You want me to cum? Then swallow every fucking inch of my cock!”

Not-Zoey choked under Zoey's onslaught, but tried desperately to comply. She gagged on her thick meat while Zoey slammed into her.

"Yes," Zoey hissed through gritted teeth, "you love being choked by dick, don’t you? Fuck, it's stretching you out. Feel yourself."

Not-Zoey listened, hand going to her throat, feeling Zoey's shaft violate the tight hole with every thrust. She made some kind of gurgling noise as she tried to reply, but mostly all she succeeded in doing was having saliva drip from her lips, which already coated her chin and dripped down to her thighs.

"Here it comes. Here's what you need. Ready for another load?" Zoey couldn't make sense out of the choked reply, but she understood the sentiment by how desperately Not-Zoey met her thrusts. Her stomach clenched, the pressure building. "Take it all. Take it. Take it!"

The last syllable was punctuated by a spasm of ecstasy that ripped through Zoey's body like a thunderbolt. She buried Not-Zoey's nose into her crotch and let go. The warm bliss coursing through her cock exploded into a series of intense pulses, and she shot thick strings into Not-Zoey's stomach.

Her cock clenched and squirted, sending bursts of girlcum spraying deep into Not-Zoey's throat. More and more, until the entirety of Zoey's length had emptied itself within her, coating every inch of the girl's stomach and throat with the thick white substance.

Finally, when there was no more left, Zoey fell backward, dizzy. Not-Zoey's mouth separated with a pop, and she coughed and gagged, sucking in air. She spat it out, trying to get rid of the excess saliva and girlcum from her invaded airways.

"Ugh." She collapsed onto the bed next to Zoey. "So good." She panted as her breathing slowed back to normal.

"Mm," Zoey murmured nonsensically. Three orgasms back-to-back-to-back had taken its toll. Her stamina had improved massively, but it was still limited. Every nerve ending burned, her head felt fuzzy, her muscles weak. She didn't think she'd ever cum this much, not even with Mel.

Not-Zoey patted Zoey's shoulder. She was exhausted, too. Zoey's efforts hadn't gone to waste. "I'm taking a breather. Have some fun with your girlfriends."

A wave of her hand, and Not-Zoey vanished, the pressure on the bed next to her snapping up to adjust for the disappearance. A half-second later, Zoey’s vision went black—like it had twenty minutes prior—and she was falling, again.