“I thought this would be easier,” Alicia said. She was looking at her herself. No, she was looking at her boyfriend. He just happened to be in her body.
“Don’t be nervous,” he said, speaking through her voice. “We knew it would be weird. But it’s going to be fun. I think.”
“I mean, I do like this,” she said, reaching down and grabbing her cock through her jeans. “At least I think so. Does it work automatically?”
“No, you have to pump it up,” Derik said with a laugh.
His hair was long, and the dress they had picked out was low cut. It took all his effort to stand up straight, and he wobbled in his heels. Alicia would have laughed at him, but after living in that body for twenty-two years, she was used to it. Maybe he’d understand her just a little bit better.
“Well, you look hot,” she said as confidently as she could muster.
She had expected it to be confusing, although mostly she had been focused on the fucking part. The logistics of it were enticing, and the idea of pounding her boyfriend’s cunt was hot as hell.
But she had not expected to be doubly self-conscious. Not only was she in an unfamiliar body, but she was looking at her own from an entirely new perspective.
“I didn’t realize your back hurt like this,” he said, sitting down on the couch. She was still pacing, but she stopped and smiled with a shake of her head. There were a hundred things about his body she hadn’t understood. How the hell did he live with those eyes? And did his feet always ache this much?
“We must be crazy,” she finally said, sitting down and pulling his feet on her lap. His dress rode up, and she smiled at the familiar legs. “I mean, I think it’s worth it, but still. Are we going to be able to go through with it?”
“We’ll be fine,” he said leaning in closer. “It’s weird, but it’s hot. Think of how it will feel to slide inside of me. Imagine holding your hard cock in one hand as I lie here quivering for you.”
“I don’t quiver,” she said, sticking out her tongue.
“I might,” Derik said with a smile. “Come here.”
She leaned in closer, but she did not close her eyes. As his soft lips drew closer to her, she held her breath, and when they finally kissed she felt her body respond. It was a subtle pumping of blood, but she felt it all the same. She reached out and touched him tentatively before pulling him onto her lap. As she caressed his breasts through the thin dress, she felt herself begin to grow hard.
“Fuck, I can feel you,” he said, pulling the dress up so his panty-clad pussy pressed against the rough denim. “Oh my god.”
“It’s easier like this,” she said, grabbing his ass and kissing him on the neck before moving down to his cleavage. “Us two alone in the dark. Kissing like we used to.”
“I don’t remember it feeling like this,” he said, sitting up and rubbing his hand against her hard cock. “I think I’m drooling.”
“Do you want to suck my cock, Baby?” Alicia asked.
The thought instantly filled her head, and she couldn’t stop. Ever since they decided to go through with it, she had dreamed of feeling his lips around her. And as her boyfriend slid to the floor in front of her, his dress barely clinging to his shoulders, she wanted nothing else.
“I want it so badly. Do you think we should?”
His shyness was oddly endearing as he licked his lips even while unzipping her jeans. She looked left and right before reaching down and pushing the straps of his dress off his shoulders until his breasts were bare.
Fuck, is that really what she looked like? And why did she want to touch him so badly?
“Do it. We have time. Just for a minute,” she said.
Derik sat back for a moment as Alicia undid her belt and then her top button. Both of them were nearly frozen as she reached down and slowly pulled her hard cock from her jeans. She stroked herself three or four times, finally feeling both sensations at the same time.
And then she looked up at his pouting lips, and she growled.
It was deep and rough, and it nearly made her laugh. But then she pulled him to her and nothing else mattered. Derik’s mouth opened tentatively as he took her head between his lips and she had to hold herself back from thrusting. She might not normally have a gag reflex, but she didn’t want to overwhelm him.
After all, it was his first blow job…
(From Go F*ck Your Self, my first volume of clone porn)
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