All The Way

It was only a kiss. Until it wasn't anymore.

They moved like one person in two bodies, tearing their clothes off with breathless urgency. A need to feel their naked skin pressed one against each other, woman against woman, eyes the same, lips locked, tongues twisting tasting.

Together they collapsed onto the floor, the tangle of their clothes, and neither could tell whose they had been originally. Hands slid down to pussies, so familiar and yet so strange. Lois slid her fingers against that wet slit, twirling her thumb around the clit just the way she liked—and heard a moan, exactly like her own, but from another throat.

A strange hand pressed against her own clit, their motions together, minds racing along the same lanes, hearts beating together breathing out as the other breathed in. It was like the most perfect lover, like masturbating with the reflection in the mirror.

And when they needed to, by silent agreement, they went deeper.

Three fingers spreading her wet cunt, just the right amount of roughness, on their knees and hugging each other, chins on their shoulders, listening to their other self pant and moan and finally scream as the fourth finger slid in. Bodies shook against each other as their desperation and anticipation grew, an orgasm like no other, like only they could give each other.

Lois Lane's thumb squeezed in to the middle of her palm. She had never gone this far with herself, but she trusted the Other-Lois as she trusted herself. Her hand, dripping with pussy juice jammed against the familiar cunt as the same impossible object pressed against her own tight twat. They were pressing now, the tension in their bodies rising, pressure gradually increasing as they tried to fist each other's pussies.

The climax was right there, right on the edge of it, clits hard and throbbing, toes curling, hard nipples pressing into each other and they knew that the moment, the very moment their hand slid into the opposing cunt that it would send them over the edge.

And it did.

Eyes wide but unseeing as their identical cunts were simultaneously violated, the reporters in perfect sync as their hands stretched each other wider than they had ever known, the hot squirt from their pussies issuing in unison to drench their shared bed of shed clothes.

Their dual scream was so loud it echoed throughout the small room, and the mirror began to vibrate. It was one voice in two throats, the kind of pure, wordless bliss shouted out of twin mouths that might break the barriers between worlds...