Dinner's ready

"Walter? Ben?" There was a knock at the door and it opened. Alison looked in, backlit, a glowing silhouette through the loose white blouse.

Ben froze, cock buried deep in the Alison clone and she cried out with the pleasure of the sustained pressure. The space he filled -- no, made -- warmed with a new rush of lubricating liquid.

"Is that...?" Alison didn't finish her sentence as she walked closer, allowing the door to close behind her. The scent of butter and rosemary fell from her hair as she approached.

"It's wonderful," Walter said.

Alison put a hand up to her mouth, shocked. "What...?" Her breathing increased and she reached a hand out to Walter-as-Alison, tentatively. Just a finger, really. Well, two.

She pinched one of Walter-as-Alison's nipples. Walter moaned and Ben said, "Oh," as a fresh flood of pleasure filled her.

Alison sat facing the other Alison. She reached a hand down and rubbed Walter-as-Alison's clitoris. With her other hand, she fumbled with the button of her own jeans. Once opened, she put that hand down her own pants. "It's the same," she murmured and arched her back in ecstasy.

The other Alison arched her back too and Ben resumed his pumping. "Oh! Oh!" she cried, hands beating the floor. She could feel her clitoris throbbing, actually throbbing, and her vaginal walls tightening in spasms of warm pleasure from Ben's large cock. "More!"

Alison, the original, moaned and slumped, the circles she drew around the copy's clitoris pausing only briefly. She pulled her other hand out of her jeans and pinched Walter/Alison's nipple again. The nipple felt cool when she removed her hand from the residue of her orgasm and she wanted nothing more than to taste it.

Her mouth was open and wanting and the original Alison knew what she wanted. Sliding her fingers into the copy's mouth, she smiled at the sensations of lips and tongue. The taste was light yet musky but it was the scent of her that caused the final arrival. A deep scent of natural, earthy colors.

She felt her vagina clamp down. Ben felt it too. With her legs, she pulled him to her, pulled him as close and deep as he could go. She yelped as his cock, hard as a ramrod, made contact with her cervix. It hurt, but she wanted even more and pulled him deeper still as her hips bucked and rocked. The other Alison never stopped teasing this Alison's clitoris. She felt it throb, faster and faster, until it relaxed under Alison's fingers with a final flood of lubricating fluid.

At the same time, Ben grunted and released inside her. She felt his spill, hot and pumping, and held him deep within her until Ben was soft.

The Real Alison wiped her hands carelessly on her jeans and fastened them up. "That was hot," she said. "Wow, sex doll technology sure has come a long way since I last heard about it. Dinner's ready. Can you tell Walter?"