Lesbian sex with a twist

Your breath catches as you gaze at the lecherous expression on Monica's face. Every inch of your body quivers with anticipation, once again reminding you of the new sensitive areas you've acquired wearing Angelica's skin: the two soft mounds before your eyes, topped with stiff, darker points that pinch at every blow of air; and the warm wetness between your legs, so much different from a male's arousal.

"Gh~" You stifle a moan as her lithe nails tingle one of your nipples, sending electric waves down your spine. Oh God, how can it be so sensitive? Then, something humid and sucking covers the other. It's Monica, her mouth gnawing and smooching like with an ice cream, her blonde mane falling on her eyes and tickling on your chest. Her hand is now groping your teat, squashing and kneading it like clay, and instead of bothering you, it's like having a lustful pressure that ignites under your skin. Meanwhile, her tongue dances and swirls, her mouth emitting sloppy sounds as it molds your breast. And the other hand...

"Ah!" You cry out. What was- Ah!! You hear her chuckle, and then you realize. She has slipped it between your tights, tracing the contours of your folds, and every time she reaches the tip it's...

"Ahh!!!"

You can't believe you're the one making these lewd moans, but you can't help it. Now her fingers plunge into your slick heat, caressing the moist walls all around, while her palm presses against your sensitive clit. Each movement, each twist, you feel it amplified a hundredfold, without mercy.

When she mentioned the pleasure of being a woman, you thought you already knew it after an hour of indulging in Angelica's room. But now, you realize how wrong you were. There, you had to pause when pleasure peaked, and here she just feasts on your squeals, groping harder and faster. And while your touch was tentative, hers is confident, as if she knows every spot to stimulate, when, and how to do it. Tears well in your eyes, as you're unable to bear the intensity of such stimuli.

With a mischievous giggle, she gazes down at you in admiration of her work. You stare up at her, mouth agape in disbelief. Then, she shifts down, her head locked between your legs, focusing solely on stroking in and out with her digits. And just as you feel yourself reaching the edge, she stops, abruptly, cruelly.

"I'll show you what you made me feel before." She declares, and just like that, she buries her face right into your crotch.

You, of course, have already received blowjobs from Jessica, so you're accustomed to the feeling of your cock engulfed by her warm mouth, getting pumped and serviced all around. But this, this has nothing to do with that. It's like she's doing it from the inside, from beyond your skin, like a creep that you can't stop from taking your senses. And her tongue, her fingers, her nose even, pressed on your clit, they just keep going deeper and faster, your body tensing and arching as pleasure consumes you, you writhe on the sheets, and your voice becomes an endless symphony of moans and squeals. Oh God, make it stop, n-no, don't stop, keep it going please!

"Oh fuck! Oh cazzo, cazzo, sì!!!"

You feel it building, something, you want to tell her but you can't, and finally, your body is rocked out by the most intense orgasm you've ever felt.

"Oddio!!!"

Hot liquid spurts from your pussy, splashing over Monica's face. In that moment of release, you realize you've just squirted. Then, your body collapses onto the mattress, completely spent. Monica crawls next to you, stealing a dampened kiss from your flushed visage.

"Is that... what women feel... every time?" You manage to gasp between breaths. Your lover giggles crisply, brushing a strand of hair from your face and planting a final kiss on your forehead.

"You make an awesome girl, babe~"

"Jess... I..."

"Ssh. Don't call me like that. I'm Monica, now. And I bet that you really want to fuck me, Angelica."

You glance at the black pen resting next to you. However, 'Monica' takes it and rummages in a closet on her side of the bed, retrieving something else. Another pen? You can't get the color, but it's not black for sure.

"Trust me, babe, and relax." She points it at your groin and zaps. A weird sensation chills up your spine, like something inflating, until it becomes familiar. You open wide your eyes in shock and sit on the bed when you see what she's done: she gave Angelica, you, a cock! With balls and all the rest! And... and it's your cock, your real one!

"How did you..." Your words trail off as you see 'Monica' now sitting in front of you, legs spread, fingers teasing her labia. With a final glance, you know exactly what to do.

Minutes later, you're collapsing again, this time onto Monica's stolen form, your penis limping still inside of her pussy. You cuddle for a bit, kissing and caressing each other like the lovers you truly are under your borrowed disguises; eventually, tiredness, ****, and exhaustion claim you, and you drift into a peaceful sleep.

You awaken hours later, groggy and disoriented, but definitively more lucid than before. You know you'll need to go to the bathroom soon, but your sight is captivated by the sleeping beauty next to you. With the sunlight filtering through the blinds, you can see more clearly her form (for example, the tattoo on her tight that reads "lover"), and also the red pen lying nearby.

Wait, your penis! ...Is gone? Maybe she woke up earlier to go to the restroom and changed you back, you reason. But what is this new pen? Oh God, what the hell happened last night?

This is all real. You think, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling over you.

I had lesbian sex with my girlfriend wearing another woman's body, and then she gave me back my dick. I mean, it was strange feeling my tits bouncing and having smaller hands to grab her tights, but it really was my dick!

'Monica' begins to stir, probably awakened by your movements. She opens her eyes, momentarily confused about her surroundings and the presence of another girl beside her.

"Oh, hello babe. Last night was magic." She teases.

"You can say that again! How did you do that? I mean, the..."

"Cock? I'm sorry, babe, but I didn't tell you everything yesterday. It wasn't just a pen I found, but an entire set." She rolls over and opens the closet again, showing you three other pens: one brown, one blue, and one white. You eye them curiously, wondering about their functions, since the black and the red ones were quite different too.

"You're not angry, are you?"

"No, angry is the last thing I am now. Confused, I'd say. What do they do?"

"Well, first of all, it turns out each of them has two functions, depending on whether you spin the cap. For example..." She demonstrates with the brown pen, extending its point with a click.

"Like this, it gives you all the memories of the skin or person you're pointing at. Try it." She gives it to you and, hesitantly, you zap yourself. Suddenly, you remember everything about your life; meaning, about Angelica's life. Her first lover, her work at the restaurant, what she likes and dislikes. She, well, you... ugh, it gives you a headache!

"Yeah, I know, it's a bit tricky at first. The other setting gives you her personality instead, making it easier to blend in."

"Do I have to use it too?"

She bites her lip guiltily. "Actually, I already did it last night after I caught you looking at my boobs."

"Porca vacca!" You exclaim, the Italian language flowing naturally out of your mouth. "You knew it was me?"

"Oh, babe, I'll recognize your stare in a million!" She jokes. "And I was kinda jealous for a second. But I wasn't sure until you took out the pen last night, so don't worry, I'll concede you the win of our little game."

"Yeah..." Honestly, you weren't thinking about that anymore. About the brown pen, it makes sense, after that moment you felt much more confident with Angelica's skin. Plus, there was your swearing in Italian.

"So, the fact that I was attracted to you... was it just me, or also Angelica?"

"Well, you tell me. But for sure, as Jessica, I would never have considered having sex with another woman. But as Monica..." She leans closer, a sly grin on her face, making you gulp.

"You certainly are quite a cutie, dear Angelica."

"S-Stop it." You pull away, eliciting laughter from her. Then you furrow your brow.

"Wait, how do you know all of this if you tested the black pen on Trish only yesterday?"

'Monica' looks taken aback by the question, and then she tightens her lips.

"Erm... I may have had them for a week and used them on my family. Sorry. Again."

You sigh, classic Jess. Well, at least she hasn't tested them with you. Or has she?

Do I really want to know? You ask yourself.

"So, do they know?"

She shakes her head. "The white one manipulates memories, that's why you don't remember shooting yourself with the brown pen. Again, sorry. And it creates temporary holes in the skin, I think to separate two?"

She continues her explanation: the red can change the appearance of a skin (you guessed it) and dismount it into separate parts (though she doesn't know how it interacts with the others, and is frankly quite prudent with that, not wanting to zap alive a disassembled head or something); the blue can create skin copies of the person (or skin) zapped which can be even reinflated as clones, or send a clone of the consciousness of the shooter inside the person/skin shot, but only once; and for the other setting of the black, she hasn't figured it out yet, since it turns people into skins the same.

In the end, you need some space to process. Clones, memories... it's all too overwhelming. However, Jessica takes your hand with pleading eyes.

"I was thinking, why not take Monica and Angelica's lives for a bit? Just for a week or so, clones can cover us. Please, it was so hot last night!"

You stare at her, stunned. Be a woman, be Angelica, for longer? Is this what you want?