the competition continues

The original Zoe grabbed the third Zoe's hips and simultaneously wrapped her legs around the second Zoe's neck. Her copies might think they were using her, but in reality, she was the one using them, or so she thought.

Zoe3: See? The original is hungry for the best pussy.

Zoe2: Are you blind? Can't you see how she craves my tongue on her pussy?

The original chose to believe their bickering was proof that they wanted her more than they wanted each other, which only turned her on even more, causing her to tighten her grip on both of them.

Third Zoe moaned erotically, second Zoe gave the original Zoe's dripping pussy a slow lick, then forced the second Zoe's legs open. She leaned forward and sat on the original Zoe, their pussies pressed against each other. But that wasn't the only goal: her hands reached forward, cupping third Zoe's breasts.

Zoe2: I love hearing you moan, but I like it even more if you moan for me!

Her hands grasped and possessively groped third Zoe's breasts. Third Zoe's response was to join her hands with the second Zoe's, forcing her to continue and emphasizing that it was she who was forcing him to please her, not the other Zoe who was enjoying the softness and the sound of the moans she was now intoning.

Although the original Zoe enjoyed hearing her clones' moans, she couldn't accept that they were the result not only of her amateur skills but also of that of the other clone, a clone who was dividing his attention between her—the only deserving Zoe—and her other clone, who should only serve her. Instead, they were enjoying each other! And not to put on a show, no. His face was buried between the third clone's legs, a pleasant position, but the discomfort was growing, preventing him from fully enjoying his clone's pussy. Then, with growing frustration, he slipped from her legs and then threw himself on the second clone, a move that made them fall off the couch and onto the carpet.

Zoe1: Your hands should be only for me.

I kiss her, preventing her from fighting back. His tongue slipped into her mouth, he straddled her, eager to fuck and dominate her... but obviously someone didn't agree.

Zoe3: It's not polite to steal from your mistress.

The third clone, refusing to be left aside, immediately lay down on both of them and then tried to push the original one to turn her toward her. Meanwhile, the second Zoe, unwilling to settle for just the original Zoe, took advantage of the situation and slipped to her side. The result was the three of them grabbing each other and rolling over, trying to get on top of the other two.

Ironically, the struggle was both frustrating and pleasurable, as if trying to prove herself the better Zoe satisfied her. Every time one managed to dominate another, the resulting satisfaction knew no bounds, even if it was always short-lived given their rebellious nature in acknowledging one Zoe as superior to themselves.

Suddenly, all three lay on their backs on the carpet, panting, tired, but satisfied... all three burst out laughing.

All three spoke in unison.

Zoes: You're the best lovers I could ever have. You're so pedantic in not wanting to acknowledge me, but the challenge is actually quite fun.

Realizing they'd said the same thing, they smiled at each other, then hugged each other, sharing a kiss.

Zoes: Having you makes me want... more of you... more Zoe.

The thought excited them again, the thought of a fourth Zoe joining in worshipping her or imposing her desires on her... or more like that, so many Zoes that I couldn't count them, that I went crazy desiring them, touching them, feeling them tremble with pleasure and moan, drinking their milk and juices in an endless cycle.

They remained there, contemplating each other sweetly until that desire took over. They had to become more numerous, just two clones weren't enough, their greed for themselves was boundless. With some regret, they got up and dressed, tempted every second to tear off their clothes and return to pleasuring themselves, but instead they walked outside. It was night. They weren't sure what time it was, but it was certainly late. Their bodies didn't need rest or food, not anymore. After hours of dedicating themselves to themselves, half an hour was enough to make them feel full of energy and desire again.

They just had to decide where to go and who would have the honor of being elevated to be one of them.