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After telling Beetlejuice that you were interested in spending some quality time with him and his clones, you'd been pulled into a very enthusiastic kiss before getting dragged down the hall to your bedroom. Though the idea of being a plaything for a group of clones was certainly enticing, you'd decided to start with just you, Beetlejuice, and one clone. You wanted something a little more intimate and a little less intimidating for your first time with them, especially knowing how excited they can get.

With a final kiss, Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and turned you around to face the bed. Laid out in only black and white striped boxers was a clone, lounging against your pillows with a slightly feral glint in his eye. You slowly took in every inch of him, running your eyes from the pink tips of his hair to the thick cushion of his thighs. He was rounder than your Beetlejuice, perhaps a little more hairy – not an exact copy, but something deliciously perfect in his own way.

Noticing your eyes stayed glued to where the striped fabric strained across his skin, the clone lazily parted his legs and ran one hand up the soft skin of his inner thigh. Your breath hitched, wanting nothing more than to press biting marks into the sensitive flesh, and you heard Beetlejuice let out a low chuckle behind you.

"Like what you see, babes?" he asked, his voice purring in your ear. You nodded, fingers twitching at your sides with the desire to touch.

"Then be a dear and go say hello." A second snap of his fingers left you in only your underwear, and with a not-so-subtle push from Beetlejuice, you slowly crawled your way onto the bed. The clone made grabby hands at you, and you let him pull you forward. Once you were within his grasp, he leaned forward to press a surprisingly gentle kiss to your lips. You melted at the touch, relaxing fully into his hold and returning the kiss with equal softness. Eventually you had to pull back to breathe, quietly gasping in lungfuls of air as the clone began kissing his way down your neck. Each kiss became harder, the clone using a little more suction until you could feel the beginnings of small marks trailing towards your chest.

After he sucked a particularly large hickey just under your collarbone, you grabbed his jaw to redirect his lips to yours. Humming at the show of force, the clone left a bruising kiss before pulling back enough to look you in the eye. He was smiling, his eyes bright and his lips shiny with your shared saliva. You smiled back, enjoying how sweet he looked like this; eager, but also content to bask in whatever attention you gave him. Stroking your fingers along his cheek, you realized you had no idea what to call him. With a small laugh, you gave him a quick peck on the lips before asking.

“So, I get that you’re his clone, but what would you like me to call you?” You heard Beetlejuice let out an inelegant snort behind you, but the clone perked up at your question.

“Anything you want, babes!” he answered, bouncing a bit underneath you. You appreciated his enthusiasm, but you still needed an actual answer.

“What if I want you to choose? What would you want?” you tried again, pressing further into his body and running a hand up into his hair. His eyes fluttered shut, a quiet moan slipping past his open lips as he ground his crotch up against yours. You briefly tightened your grip on his hair, trying to get him to focus.

“Maybe I just want you to call me yours,” he panted, canting his hips again. Shaking your head at the obvious attempt at flirting, you leaned down to nip at his bottom lip.

“I think that could be arranged. Anything else?” You nipped his lip once more before pulling him into a kiss. You could feel him beginning to shake a little beneath your touch, not unlike Beetlejuice did when you’d first gotten together. Realizing the clone was probably as unused to this kind of attention as the demon he came from, you decided to take pity and choose for him.

“How about this – is it okay if I call you ‘Beej’?” The clone nodded, trying his best to chase after your lips with his eyes still closed. Giggling at the cute display, you let him tug you back into another kiss. You fell into a rhythm, trading kisses while letting hands wander to touch as much of each other as possible. Eventually his trembling began to subside, and once you felt confident that he was adjusting to having your undivided attention, you knew it was time to finally bring Beetlejuice into the mix.

Slightly panting, you pulled back and turned to find where Beetlejuice had gotten to. It didn’t take long to spot him – he was standing exactly where you’d left him at the foot of the bed, but his hair was now bright magenta in color. He had the heel of his hand pressed against his cock, which you could see straining against the fly of his pants. You flushed, realizing he’d been watching you make out with his clone this whole time, but you desperately wanted him to do more than watch.

“Lawrence,” you called, knowing that using his first name would really get his attention, “come join us.”

Moaning at the sound of his name on your tongue, Beetlejuice almost began to clamber onto the bed before realizing he was still in his usual striped ensemble. With a wave of his hand his clothes materialized as a pile on the floor, and after one last drag of his hand over his cock he started making his way onto the bed behind you. Satisfied, you turned your attention back to the clone in front of you. Having caught your breath, you started trailing kisses down his jaw. You started leaving the same trail of bites and licks he’d left on you, though you’d paused to spend an extra moment sucking a hickey into the soft skin under his jaw. You loved the contrast between smooth skin and the coarse hair from his beard, and you reached up to run your fingers through it as you moved to suck another hickey to match the first.

With your attention on the clone, you hadn’t paid much mind to Beetlejuice pressing up against your back. You quickly realized your mistake as he dipped cold fingers into your underwear, tracing the swell of your ass and occasionally pinching at the warm skin he found. After one particularly hard pinch you gasped, pulling off of the clone’s neck to grind back into the demon’s hand.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, now that’s not very nice of you babes,” Beetlejuice rumbled in your ear. “You asked me for a clone – you don’t get to just ignore him now that I’m here.” Reaching behind you, you swatted at his ass, but he only let out an over-the-top porn star moan in response. Rolling your eyes, you focused back on the clone’s throat, sucking one last dark mark right over where his pulse point should have been before moving back up for another kiss.

Content to simply trade kisses with the clone underneath you, you lost track of time for a while. You could feel two sets of hands wandering across your body, squeezing and stroking as they pleased. You had to keep your legs spread very wide to straddle the clone’s lap, and both of them enjoyed dipping their fingers down to tease at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The occasional pinch or light scratch would drive a gasp from your mouth, and you couldn’t help grinding down against the clone’s cock whenever either of them hit a particularly sensitive spot. You could hear Beetlejuice groaning in your ear every time he would rut his cock against your ass, and the occasional growl would follow if you canted your hips back to meet him. Neither of you, however, could compare to how vocal the clone was beneath you – every touch, every movement of your hips would drag a new sound out of him. It was intoxicating, knowing you held this much sway over the both of them, and it only made you want them more in return.

“Beej?” you asked quietly, pulling back enough to look the clone in the eye. He whined, not wanting you to stop, but with a quick kiss to soothe him you waited for his attention. Behind you Beetlejuice stilled, curious to hear what you had to say, though his hands never stopped caressing your body.

“Would you like to fuck me?” you whispered, leaning in close enough that your lips brushed his with every word. The clone sucked in a large breath, his eyes nearly bugging out of his skull, and he began to shake again – not as much as before, but just enough to be noticeable. It took a moment for the clone to remember how to speak, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he found the right words.

“I think you broke him, babes,” Beetlejuice murmured in your ear, his voice taking on an even deeper gravely tone than usual. Shivering, you had to close your eyes to keep yourself from grinding against the two of them. Seeing your reaction, the clone finally found his voice.

“Yes,” he hissed out before tugging you into a deep and filthy kiss. When he finally let you pull back to breathe, Beetlejuice was quick to reach up and turn your head so he could kiss you as well. Moaning at the display, the clone reached out to stroke his thumbs across your nipples before running his palms down your sides. Resting his large hands on your hips, his fingers dipped down to tug at your underwear. Loving how eager he was, you gently pressed one last lingering kiss to Beetlejuice’s lips before turning your attention back to the clone.

“Would you like to help me take them off?” you asked, nodding down to where his fingers were still in your underwear. Nodding furiously, he gripped the waistband before easily tearing the material apart. Behind you Beetlejuice let out a surprised bark of laughter, leaning down to muffle his ridiculous cackling against your shoulder. You could only stare at the torn remnants of your underwear still gripped in the clone's hands, blinking several times as you felt an intense wave of heat flood through your belly. Your mind flashed to several other ways he could use those strong hands, each image filthier than the last, and you leaned back heavily against Beetlejuice.

You knew they both noticed the effect the clone’s actions were having on you. You could feel Beetlejuice beginning to sniff at the crook of your neck, each deep inhale telling him just how much you liked the clone’s little display. You also felt the fabric of the clone’s boxers becoming a little damp from how wet he’d made you, something he seemed to take great pride in. From the corner of your eye you saw a wicked smile spread across the clone’s face, and with another swift movement he’d torn the last remnants of your underwear off. To your embarrassment, the clone brought the fabric up to his face and took a long shuddering inhale before licking a stripe along the crotch. Moaning at the taste, he did it again – this time sucking noisily at the material until he was satisfied he’d gotten everything. When he was done he loudly smacked his lips before smiling at you.

“Can I keep these?” he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes. You were powerless against that same pleading expression on Beetlejuice’s face, and with a slight laugh you nodded.

“Sure, Beej. It’s not like I’ll need them anymore,” you replied. The clone’s face lit up, and after carefully setting the scraps aside he reached out to cup your face and give you a very sweet kiss. After gently breaking the kiss he pulled back just enough so he could begin peppering kisses all over your face, whispering quiet “thank you”’s between each one. Laughing, you tugged him back for another kiss.

“You should thank Bee-, I mean Lawrence. After all, this was his idea,” you said. Another bright smile spread across his face, and he released you to pull Beetlejuice into a kiss. Clearly enjoying the attention, Beetlejuice hummed into the kiss before plunging his tongue into his clone’s mouth. With a grunt the clone matched the demon’s enthusiasm, his eyes falling closed as he tightened his grip on Beetlejuice’s face. You were content to let the two of them enjoy themselves, especially since it meant you got to enjoy having both of them pressed up against every inch of your body. Neither the original nor the clone needed to breathe, and it was intoxicating to see the give and take that seemed to come so naturally to them. You settled more comfortably against Beetlejuice’s chest and began gently running your hands over the clone’s body, pausing to pinch at his nipples and scratch your nails through his thick happy trail. 

Since you were still straddling the clone’s lap, you also made sure to occasionally grind down against his cock, each drag of your hips driving a gasp of pleasure from you as the material of his boxers created friction against your clit. Between your own wetness and the steady dribble of precome from the clone, the white stripes of his boxers were becoming almost transparent, doing nothing to hide the impressively large cock still trapped inside. Lifting your hips, you unseated yourself just enough to snake a hand down between the two of you. You ran the palm of your hand over the bulge, and the clone groaned into Beetlejuice’s mouth. Encouraged, you brought your hand back up to the waistband of his boxers and reached inside to wrap your hand around him. You took a moment to marvel at how cool he was compared to the warmth of your own skin, and you cooed when he twitched in your hand the same way Beetlejuice always did. Using the wetness you’d collected, you tried to stroke him, but your motions were immediately restricted by his underwear. Frustrated, you used your other hand to yank the waistband down, leaving him exposed enough for you to continue. You heard them both huff a laugh at your obvious impatience, and when you glanced up you saw they were both watching you with unblinking eyes.

“Aw, did someone feel left out?” Beetlejuice snickered, reaching down to paw at you. Unperturbed, you nuzzled your head up under his chin.

“Not at all! I just thought I’d make myself useful,” you replied, craning your neck so you could place a kiss just under his jaw. Beetlejuice let out a rumbling purr and squeezed your ass, so you did it again. Deciding to give him the same hickeys you’d given the clone, you split your attention between the skin under your lips and the cock in your hand. You kept your hand moving at a slow and steady pace, occasionally dropping it down to play with his balls. You were careful to do just enough to make him feel good, but not enough to risk him coming too soon. When you were finished duplicating the marks on Beetlejuice’s neck, you pulled back to admire your handiwork. Realizing you all now had a matching set, you felt a flutter of excitement in your stomach – Beetlejuice was a very possessive lover, and you knew this visible reminder would just egg him on.

Satisfied everything looked right, you slowed your hand until you were simply holding the clone’s cock. You didn’t want to let go yet, enjoying the weight of him in your hand, but you did readjust yourself so you were no longer leaning so heavily against Beetlejuice. While you were attempting to recenter yourself on the clone’s lap, your ass dragged heavily across Beetlejuice’s cock, and you were shocked to feel how slick he was with his own precome. With a groan he pulled you back to do it again, this time catching his cock between the globes of your ass so that the very tip grazed along your folds.

“You’re so wet babes – think you’re ready to take him?” Beetlejuice asked, rutting his cock against you. Enjoying the light friction you ground back against him, not realizing he’d asked you a question until he whispered your name and nipped at your ear.

“Hm? Oh, I’m… not sure, actually,” you replied, glancing down to where the clone’s cock was still in your hand. He was definitely larger than Beetlejuice; a little longer and a lot thicker. Sensing your hesitation, the clone leaned forward to take your face in his hands.

“You’re not ready,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Behind you Beetlejuice voiced his agreement, and you felt a swell of affection for the two of them. After gently releasing your hold on the clone’s cock, you leaned forward to kiss him, though your smile made it more like a messy press of lips than an actual kiss. When you pulled back you took note of the way the three of you were positioned, trying to decide what to do next. At first, you wanted to keep straddling the clone’s lap while Beetlejuice opened you up from behind. However, you wanted Beetlejuice to enjoy himself just as much as you and the clone would, and you stopped to think about all the different ways you could make that happen. You knew Beetlejuice would never turn down a blow job, and a hand job like you’d been giving his clone would work too. One thought kept repeating itself though… something Beetlejuice had suggested as he’d dragged you to the bedroom.

‘One of us could fuck you while the other gives you head. You wouldn't last long, of course, but it would be fun!’

Having made up your mind, you directed the clone to sit back against the headboard. You awkwardly attempted to turn around without removing yourself from his lap, and after nearly topping off entirely you felt four pairs of hands trying to help you – and at least one pair trying to feel you up. Thanks to some creative maneuvering, you found yourself seated with your back pressed against the clone's chest. You leaned your head back to rest against his shoulder, angling for a kiss that he was more than happy to give you. Strong arms wrapped around your stomach, keeping you securely in place as you slipped your tongue into the clone’s mouth. Delighted hums filled the air, the deep sound rumbling up from his chest like a purr. When you inevitably needed to pull away to catch your breath, you noticed Beetlejuice watching the two of you with very obvious interest. 

“‘Like what you see, babes?’” you asked, smirking as the demon recognized his own words being parroted back to him. Your momentary upper hand was lost, however, when he pinched the inside of your thigh. You let out a startled yelp, and your reaction had both of them laughing. Pretending to scowl, you grabbed Beetlejuice by the shoulders and shoved him down to settle between both of your legs, his face now inches from your crotch.

“Alright, very funny. Now make yourself useful and open me up for him,” you grouched, reaching to twist your hands into his hair and direct his attention where you wanted it. Startled by the display, Beetlejuice dropped his cocky façade and moaned. Hoping to hear him do it again, you tightened your grip on his hair and pushed his head down until his face was buried against your pussy. You were rewarded with a little gasp of surprise, followed by a groan that seemed to shake the bed with its volume. Knowing he didn’t need to breathe, you kept up the pressure on his head until he finally buckled.

His cold tongue darted out to trace along your folds, and your breath stuttered in your chest. The shock of it left you struggling to decide between pushing further into him or pulling back to brace against the body behind you. The decision was made for you when the clone pulled you closer, rolling his hips to press his cock into the small of your back. With a small noise of frustration Beetlejuice moved to follow you, keeping his face pressed against you as tightly as possible. His nose bumped against your clit, and that combined with the scratch of his beard against your thighs drove a high whine from the back of your throat. You tossed your head back against the clone’s shoulder, who cooed in encouragement and kissed your temple.

Before you had a chance to recover from the attention to your pussy, a large hand reached up to begin playing with one of your nipples. You’re not sure whose hand it was, since you could still feel two arms wrapped around you and two hands holding your legs open, but you weren’t about to interrupt them to ask. Instead, you tried to push your chest further into the hand, chasing the little sparks of pleasure its ministrations caused. You arched your back, giving the clone more room to rut against you. You could feel him leaving a wet trail of precome across your skin, and you felt a wave of heat wash over you from knowing he was that turned on. Below you Beetlejuice moaned, his tongue quickly lapping up the new surge of wetness before returning to working you open.

At first he restrained himself to simply flicking the tip of his tongue over your entrance, teasing you with barely-there pressure before returning to licking up and down your folds. You squeezed your thighs together around his head, a not-so-subtle reminder that there were other things he should be doing, and you could see his shoulders shaking from silent laughter as he moved to start actually opening you up. He rubbed his palms up and down your legs one last time before settling them along your ass, his thumbs holding you open to make more room for his mouth. 

Even though you knew it was coming, you had to clutch at the clone’s arms to keep from jerking off his lap when Beetlejuice’s tongue pushed inside you. It didn’t do much to stretch you open, but the combination of his spit and your own wetness made it easy for him to slide the first finger in. When he met little resistance he pulled back to add a second one, pushing in up to the second knuckle. Gasping, you couldn’t help tensing up, and the clone nosed along your jaw with a concerned whine. You turned your head to kiss his cheek and allowed yourself to relax as Beetlejuice continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, going a little deeper each time until you were able to take both digits with ease.

Pulling his fingers out, he gave you a devilish smile before reaching up to place them against your mouth. You carefully took each finger in at a time, sucking it completely clean while locking eyes with the demon between your legs. Once you had removed any trace of your own wetness, you began to run your tongue along his hand, getting his fingers spit-slick so he could go back to fucking them into you. When he pulled his hand away a thick string of drool connected his fingers to your lips, and the clone eagerly leaned down to lick it away before pulling you into a bruising kiss. He licked into your mouth, taking his time to taste every inch of you he could reach, and he only pulled away once you were nearly dizzy with the need to breathe. While you worked to catch your breath, the hand that had been playing with your chest gently guided you to lay your head back against the clone. Large fingers stroked down over the thundering pulse point in your neck, pausing to feel the thrum of your heartbeat before returning to your chest.

Having been thoroughly distracted by the attention of the clone and the mystery fifth hand, you’d relaxed enough to allow Beetlejuice to work a third thick finger inside you. He’d developed a rhythm now, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before replacing them with his impossibly long tongue. You could feel rivulets of drool coating your thighs and soaking into the sheets beneath you, and though you couldn’t see him you were sure Beetlejuice’s face and chest were just as messy. Reaching down again, you threaded your hands through his hair and tugged at the colorful strands. In response he buried his tongue inside you, dragging his face along your folds and making you cry out. You tightened your thighs around his head and ground down hard against him, bucking your hips to try and push his tongue deeper. Amused by your actions, the clone let out a loud cackle that you could feel everywhere the two of you were touching. 

“You’re gonna pop him like a grape if you aren’t careful there, babes!” he said, his mirth evident in his voice. Realizing he was right, you tried to relax the way your thighs were crushing Beetlejuice’s head, but with a growl an invisible force locked your thighs in place. This left you at the mercy of the clever fingers and tongue of the demon between your legs, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. 

Wanting to join in on the fun, the clone unwound one arm from around your waist and began walking his fingers up your body. He pinched at your nipples, which were peaked and sensitive from the attention already paid to them. The combined attention of the two hands on your chest was proving to be too much, and after you let out a broken whine they gentled their touch. Before moving on from your chest, the clone paused to fist bump the extra hand and send it back into the ether. He then paused again to press his hand flat against your chest, enthralled by how fast your heart was pounding and the way your chest moved with each breath. The gesture reminded you so much of how Beetlejuice acted that your breath caught in your throat, and you turned your face to press against the clone’s neck. While you couldn’t gather yourself enough to further mark up the canvas of skin beneath your lips, you could place barely-there kisses everywhere you could reach. Each kiss was more like a brush of your mouth against his throat, and these were punctuated by your heavy panting as Beetlejuice continued to work a fourth finger into you.

Shuddering beneath your attention, the clone humped forward to grind his cock into your back. The combination of your breath and heart beat always drove Beetlejuice wild, and his clone was no exception. His hand pressed harder against your chest, chasing the feeling of life under his fingertips, and he tilted his neck so your breathless kisses could reach more of his skin. Relaxing under your attention, his hand continued on to gently trace his fingers up your throat. He paused to trace the outline of one of the marks he’d left on your skin before carefully tilting your jaw up so he could kiss you. Overwhelmed by the combined attention, your attempt to return the kiss felt more like opening your mouth for the clone to explore with his tongue.

When the clone finally pulled back to let you breathe, he swept his thumb along your bottom lip to catch the wetness there. He dragged your combined spit across your lips before encouraging you to open your mouth for him. When you do, he rewards you with two of his large fingers to suck on. The slight salt of his skin is heady, and though it takes all of your scattered attention, you begin running your tongue along them. The clone coos his approval, and pushes his fingers further into your mouth. Wrapping your tongue around one, you realize just how large his fingers are. You thought back to the weight of his cock in your palm and how big the clone is, and you felt a thrill run up your spine.

While you focused on wetting the clone’s fingers, you also loosened your grip on Beetlejuice’s hair. You ran your fingers through it, trying to convey to him just how much you appreciated the effort he was making to prepare you for his clone. You felt the demon pause in his efforts, his face still buried against your body, and his gaze drifted up from your mouth to your eyes. You saw his eyes widen, and they seemed to get impossibly darker before he melted under your touch. You could just see the tips of his hair turning a blushing pink, and with a renewed vigor he began running his tongue around the edges of his fingers.

After deeming his fingers sufficiently wet, the clone slowly pulled his hand back from the warmth of your mouth. Before he could pull the last finger out, however, you curled your tongue around the tip one last time. You heard a hitch in the clone’s breath as you did so, and you knew he was picturing what that would feel like somewhere other than his fingers – something you’d be happy to show him another time. While he moved to settle his spit-slick hand at your pussy, he released his other arm’s hold on your waist to place his palm flat against your chest. Once he could feel your pounding heart under his touch, he began to slowly circle your clit with his fingers. It was awkward for a moment as his hand kept bumping into Beetlejuice’s forehead, but once the demon realized what his clone was doing he pulled back enough to send a wide and slightly sharp smile your way. Continuing to fuck his fingers in and out of you, he moved to run his tongue over his clone’s fingers, providing copious amounts of drool for both of them to work with. The combination of their hands on you was quickly driving you to the edge, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer like this.

“Lawrence, please, I’m so close,” you whined, your fingers clutching at his hair. Encouraged by your words, the clone sped up his hand to match the fervent pace of Beetlejuice’s fingers. You felt your thighs begin to shake under their combined attention, and you couldn’t focus on anything except your own pleasure as you quickly reached your peak. It was Beetlejuice’s unexpected suction on your clit as it slid between the clone’s fingers that finally pushed you over the edge, and with a broken cry of ‘Beej!’, you came on their hands. Shudders wracked your body as you fell apart, and your body melted against them as you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

Both Beetlejuice and his clone were eagerly watching you, their joy evident from the pair of near-desperate moans that echoed around the room. The clone skimmed a kiss along the side of your head, deeply inhaling to catch even the faintest hint of a change in your scent after your climax. Beetlejuice still had his face pressed against you, his tongue dragging in lazy strokes up and down your pussy. His fingers had slowed considerably, but his habit of keeping you filled for as long as possible meant he wouldn’t pull out for a bit. As you slowly returned back to yourself, you relaxed your grip on Beetlejuice’s hair, letting the soft strands slip through your fingers as you tried to recover.

When you started shaking from overstimulation, the clone gentled his touch and pulled his hand away. He rubbed the pads of his fingers together to examine how wet they were, then dipped them back down to trace around where Beetlejuice’s fingers were still inside you. After gathering up more of your wetness, he started to drag his hand up your stomach and chest, leaving a trail of sticky residue behind. As he paused to circle one of your nipples, Beetlejuice lunged forward to lick up what the clone had left behind. Taking a page out of his original’s playbook, the clone leaned forward to lick away whatever wetness remained on his fingers. Moaning at the taste, he made quick work of cleaning his hand before turning his head to pull you into a filthy kiss. You could faintly taste yourself on his tongue, and that sent a shiver down your spine that you know they both noticed. Beetlejuice’s eyes took on a slightly feral glint from where he was watching the two of you, and he tossed his voice up to where you both could hear him.

"If you think he tastes good now, just wait until after he’s bounced on your cock - nothin’ better than that," his voice rasped in your ear. You groaned and leaned your head back against the clone's shoulder, heating up a bit at the combined praise and filth. Your groan turned into a long, thin whine as he pulled his fingers out of you, and you involuntarily clenched at the feeling of being empty again. You saw a wicked gleam in Beetlejuice’s eye, and in a flash he had his fingers in his clone's mouth. The clone hummed enthusiastically and began sucking on the demon’s fingers, his long tongue darting out to slide in between each finger. Knowing exactly how it feels to have that tongue used on you, you’re not surprised that the ghoul was lightly panting after each digit had been thoroughly cleaned.

While you were definitely filing that little interlude away for future encounters, you really wanted the clone's cock inside you - preferably with Beetlejuice’s tongue wrapped around your clit and licking up any mess you both made. You reached down to pull desperately at Beetlejuice’s shoulders, needing him to move you into a new position so you could finally take his clone's cock. Laughing a bit at how eager you were, he crawled forward to sit up on his knees in front of you. Putting his hands on your hips, he lifted you up so you were now leaning against him instead of the clone behind you. You felt his beard leave trails of your combined mess across your skin as he traced kisses along your shoulder, taking advantage of having you back in his arms for a moment.

From this position, the clone could easily reach down and trace his fingers over your entrance. He dragged his thick fingers along your folds to gather some of your wetness before shifting to spread it over his cock. You heard him whine at the feeling of his own hand, but a quick squeeze of your thighs around his helped return his focus to you. Using one hand to gently spread you open, he used the other to carefully guide his cock to press against you. With Beetlejuice’s help you slowly lowered yourself onto him, gasping at the stretch as he started to fill you. As the head of the clone’s cock pushed inside of you, you dropped your head to Beetlejuice’s shoulder. The clone keened behind you, his hands shaking as he tried his best to hold still for you. Beetlejuice continued to steadily guide you onto his clone’s cock, keeping up a stream of filthy praise and encouragement as you took him deeper. Once you’d taken him as deeply as possible, you took a moment to pant against Beetlejuice’s neck and adjust to the feeling of being so full. After your breathing had slowed again, they both maneuvered you into a fully seated position on the clone's lap.

"You’re so tight," the clone hissed, his hands gripping at your thighs. You whined at the way his cock somehow pushed even deeper as he pulled on your legs, and you lifted your head from Beetlejuice's shoulder to pull him into a searing kiss. With his hands still securely holding you in place, he was content to let you guide the kiss however you wanted. You could taste the remnants of yourself on his tongue, and you felt the vibrations of a low purr-like groan from the clone rumbling through your body. Clearly he liked to watch just as much as the original did.

When you felt slightly more adjusted, you pulled away from Beetlejuice and leaned fully back onto the clone again. The new angle pushed the head of his cock into just the right spot, and you knew it wouldn't take much to bring you to your peak again. With strong hands on your hips and thighs, your two lovers helped lift you up enough that the clone could fuck into you. For the first few thrusts the clone only pulled part of the way out before rocking back into you, keeping the pace slow as your body got used to the feeling. Once you were taking that much without issue, he began pulling out more and more until he was fucking you in earnest, burying himself in you as deeply as possible. Each thrust left you breathless, and your head lolled back against the clone’s shoulder as pleasure turned your muscles into jelly.

Beetlejuice kept his hands on your hips, helping to keep you in place for his clone. He made sure to keep his mouth busy by trailing damp kisses across your throat and jaw, whispering things you couldn’t quite make out that drove the clone wild. Occasionally he’d lean forward enough to plunge his tongue into your mouth, and once you ran out of breath he’d turn and do the same thing to his clone. After he was sure you were as comfortable as possible, he slowly released his hold on you so that the clone could take on your weight alone. Once the clone had a solid grip on you, Beetlejuice slid down your body to press his face against your pussy. Returning to his previous position, he circled your clit with one thick finger before replacing it with his tongue.

You could only shake and moan as the feeling of being filled over and over again by the clone was matched by the intensity with which Beetlejuice was lapping at your folds. You could occasionally feel his tongue dip down to lave attention on the clone's cock, coating it with more spit so each thrust was just as smooth as the last. Each time he did it the clone would make a strangled noise and bite at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, though he was careful to never pierce your skin. As if the attention to your pussy wasn’t enough, you felt his hands beginning to pinch and rub at whatever part of you he could reach. You reached down and tangled your hands in the demon's hair, gripping hard at the strands of pink and bright green as he pulled you towards your peak. You could just barely see his hips humping down into the mattress over his shoulder, and the knowledge that he was so desperate nearly finished you.

Feeling the clone's movements getting more and more erratic, you knew he was getting close as well. He was panting and growling in your ear, his hands nearly clawing into the soft skin of your hips from where he was holding you up. His body shook with every noise he made, and every thrust was almost enough to unseat you from his lap. The heat of your body was blissfully matched by the coolness of his own, adding another sensation that blended into the fog of pleasure you were floating in. Just as you were both nearing the edge, you heard Beetlejuice’s voice once again rumbling in your ear.

"You should see the way you look, babes, getting split open on his cock like you were built for it. Think you can come for me?" He punctuated his question by pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit, and with a final cry you tumbled over the edge. You felt the clone bury his face in your neck, overwhelmed by the rhythmic clenching of your muscles around his cock. He managed to hold on long enough to fuck you through the peak of your orgasm, but the feeling of you coming on his cock was quickly becoming too much. With a final bite to your shoulder and a muffled shout, he came too, and you could’ve sworn you felt each pulse of his cock as he emptied himself inside you. While you both relaxed into a pleasant haze, Beetlejuice took the time to thoroughly lick you clean, including lapping up any of the mess that had run down the clone’s balls as he’d fucked you.

The ghoul’s attention drove several aftershocks of pleasure from both of you, but when the feeling of his tongue and beard began bordering on painful, you had to wrench Beetlejuice off of you with your grip on his hair. You heard him cry out a stilted "oh my god," and you both watched as his hips stuttered and he came against the sheets. You didn't let go of his hair until he stopped rutting against the bed, and when he finally stilled you dragged him up to kiss you. You could feel the sticky wetness of his face and beard against your skin, the remnants of his drool and your own mess rubbing off against you. After pulling away so you could breathe, Beetlejuice wiped his face off on a discarded blanket – something you didn’t appreciate, but didn’t protest. When he’s gotten the majority of it off, he flipped it over to a cleaner side and began to carefully wipe your face clean as well.

When you’d gotten your breath back, you felt multiple pairs of hands carefully lift you up and off of the clone's softening cock. The drag of him against your well-used pussy made you see stars, and you clutched at Beetlejuice’s shoulders as the clone pulled out with an audible ‘pop’. You gasped as you felt his come begin to leak out onto your thighs, and you quickly pressed your legs together as they gently laid you onto the bed. When you tried to pull them both down beside you, however, Beetlejuice detached himself from your grip.

“Hang on a sec’, babes, just one more thing,” he said, moving out of your reach. You whined, wanting nothing more than to slip into a nice cuddly nap, and the clone leaned down to soothe you with a kiss. You watched as Beetlejuice sat back on his heels and swiped the soiled blanket over his cock, cleaning off whatever come he hadn’t left on your sheets. As much as you enjoyed the sight of all that skin on display, your eyes felt too heavy to keep open any longer. You let your eyes slip closed, content to drift in a pleasant daze until you felt Beetlejuice trying to open your legs again.

“Wh- hey, what are you-?” you asked, your eyes snapping back open. You knew you wouldn’t be able to go a second round quite yet, but before you could say as much, Beetlejuice rubbed his hands up and down your legs in a placating gesture.

“I’m just gonna clean you up – I know how cranky you get about come stains on the sheets,” he said. The clone snickered, and you pouted up at him until he placated you with another kiss. Satisfied he’d earned your forgiveness, you looked down your body at the demon still trying to open your legs.

“You already ruined the sheets when you humped the bed like a dog, plus you wiped your gross face off on my blanket. Just come to bed, Lawrence,” you pleaded, reaching a hand down towards him. His eyes fluttered at the way you used his name like a plea, but he shook his head and returned to his task. Sighing, you gave up and let him have access to your pussy again, even though your inner thighs were already starting to prickle with the beard burn he’d left behind. You relaxed back against the mattress while Beetlejuice cleaned you with his fingers and tongue. The clone ran his fingers through your hair, calming you, and nuzzled his forehead against yours.

Once Beetlejuice was sure he’d gotten everything, he sat back on his heels and began to suck noisily on the fingers that had been inside you. The clone quickly protested, wanting a taste as well, and you could hear the eye roll in Beetlejuice’s voice when he spoke.

“Well come on, dumbass, I did this for you! I told you, he tastes even better once you’ve fucked a load into him,” Beetlejuice said. After a momentary pause, the clone scrambled to go lick up the mess Beetlejuice still held in his hand, and you reached around to find a pillow to put over your face. You couldn’t believe these two!

Seeing your reaction Beetlejuice cackled, and once he’d licked his fingers clean he wiped the leftover spit on your naked thigh. With a muffled cry of ‘gross!’ you kicked at him, but he grabbed your legs and pinned them beneath his forearms. You could still hear the clone lapping up everything Beetlejuice had collected, moaning at the combined flavor of the two of you. Once he’d finished Beetlejuice wiped that hand off on your thigh as well, and you cursed at him while trying to squirm away. The two of them just laughed at you, the bed shaking with it, and you threw your pillow in their direction.

“Careful babes, don’t start something you can’t finish,” Beetlejuice teased, shoving the pillow at the clone who stuffed his face into it and inhaled your scent. With a shuddering groan he tossed it back up to where it and moved to lay down next to you, rearranging you until you were laying with your head on his chest. Beetlejuice reached over to grab the clone’s discarded boxers, and with a snap of his fingers you were wearing them. Feeling the pull of sleep, you let yourself relax and wrapped your arm around the clone’s large stomach. You felt Beetlejuice press himself up behind you, and you sighed happily knowing he was there. Sandwiched between them, you started to drift off.