She looks like Trish and wants to make love

"Hey, David," Trish's voice comes out in a deep sultry tone. "I can't wait any longer. I need you in me, like - Right - Now."

"What the . . .?" you exclaim wondering when Trish came back and how you missed that.

As a naked Trish saunters toward you flaunting her athletically well toned and tanned body, you remember the duplicate Trish skin that you made with Trish using the brown pen. That helps calm you except for the arousal that has readied your rocket for launch.

"Just relax, David, and let me give you the real Trish experience."

You do relax guessing that Jessica just wants to have some fun pretending to be your friend. She wiggles and jiggles over to the end of the bed and then begins to crawl slowly up over your feet and legs licking them and dragging her breasts against them. You can feel the hardness of her nipples, and it all makes you immediately spring up hard.

"B-but, Trish ..." you gasp in mock surprise but don't try to stop her.

"Easy, Big Boy. Just let Trish make everything right."

Her eyes hold yours as you watch her head get closer and closer to the pillar between you. She stops and licks her lips never breaking eye contact. For several seconds there's no movement and the anticipation starts a throbbing of your cock like a metronome. Her mouth opens, and she waits while the pendulum swings about. When you cannot bear it any more, she grabs your head with her lips.

"Oh, gawd," you moan and fall back on the pillow to stare at the ceiling and let your mind focus solely on the sensations.

She continues to work your prick tantalizing you into submission. When it seems to get too close, she backs off and pinches a spot that relaxes the involuntary instinct then goes at it again. She's never done this before, but you just relish in what she's doing without question. After several of these, she holds tight and moves up to straddle you.

Her hair and face above you pull your eyes from the ceiling to them. Her lips part just slightly as she positions you at the gateway. You try to raise your hips to enter her, but she rises staying just out of reach. Taking your wrists, she puts your palms to her breasts. This distracts you to lie still as your fingers start a gentle massage and her hard nipples push against your palms.

You don't even know when it happens, but eventually you realize she has slid down on you and is gradually stroking your manhood inside her. Her rhythmic grind feels like heaven as the moist warmth engulfs you again and again. Her soft moans are erotic music that pulls a duet from you that you never knew you could. Shortly her opening begins to squeeze you, and you feel a tightening in your own groin as it prepares to climax.

Slowly her speed increases, each push becoming harder with forcing you deeper. Your hips get in sync, and the music gets louder. Your penis seems to be on fire with your groin swelling at its base. The heaving and crunching accelerates until you have no control. Screams fill your ears as you explode with grunts while your climaxes coincide. You push out everything you've got.

Quicker than you want, the sensations fade away. The pulsing together slows then stops as she collapses on top of you, her nipples still hard against your chest.

Exhausted you rest for several minutes and almost fall asleep, except she lifts her head and smirks down at you.

"So, was I as good as your girlfriend."

"Mmmm. That was definitely something else."

"Is that a yes or a no?" Trish's voice asks more forcibly.

You look into her eyes - Trish's eyes. It's Trish's face and hair. Trish's body is resting on you. You're still slightly within her. You've always had a bit of a crush on Trish, but you were too good as friends to pursue it. Now you have to remind yourself that this is really Jessica in a Trish skin and try to figure out the best response.

"Come on, David. There's no wrong answer. I promise," she purrs before giving you a passionate kiss.

When you finally break, you feel your member rising again. You don't know if it's because of Trish's body or the excitement of thinking Jessica is inside, but this has definitely been the best sex you've ever had.

"What do you think Jessica would say about us, or would she even stick with you after you cheated with me?" she inquires slyly. "Or do you care now that you've had the Trish experience?"

"You tell me."

"I can't speak for her, David. But we can zip her up and ask her if you're willing to tell her to find out."

Your heart almost stops as you realize the possibility. This can't be Trish. She left an hour ago. This is her duplicate skin that Trish left here, right? Unless, ... Unless it was her duplicate that left and Trish was wearing Jessica then.

Panic starts to flow through you. You would never cheat on Jessica. You love her. You thought this was her wearing the Trish duplicate skin. Of course, that is still sort of cheating on her, but she came at you and you didn't know and ...

"My god, Trish. Is that really you. Did you trick me? If I had known ..."

She just raises up still straddling you and laughs. "David, Davie, David. You want to have both of us, don't you?" Then she leans down over you, her breasts swinging forward begging to be fondled, and whispers, "And you can, anytime you want."

She still hasn't confirmed who she really is. Maybe she isn't either. No, that's ridiculous. It's just Trish and Jessica playing games with you, right? Or, perhaps, it's a test. She said there was no wrong answer. With the pens, you can have or be anyone. She could really be anyone. You're too paralyzed with her still on top and grinding on you.

(Author: Wordsmitty)