Tag: Girlfriend

I’ve no idea when the professor found time between his lab work and his recreational activities to make a double of Madison. The benefits of having two bodies, I suppose. But I felt no differently about the situation than I did when he had first proposed it. I found it highly unethical, an extreme breach of Madison’s privacy and autonomy, and I had every intention of avoiding this new double.
She only came to me at night, emerging from some secret laboratory of the professor’s like a ghost from a dream. Showering after work, I saw her through the fog of the curtain. The mirage of a dress dropped from her body. When she joined me, stepping beneath the shower spray, her frail blue bra and panties became gradually drenched, gradually transparent. She looked down at herself and touched her fingers to the wet fabric, as if realizing an innocent mistake. Turning her back to me, she suggestively held the shower head pipe with both hands, then looked over her shoulder, expecting me to unhook her bra. Which I will confess I did. I draped it over the shower rod. Then she wiggled her bottom, expecting me to remove her panties. Which I will confess I did. I peeled the wet linen from her skin and draped them next to the bra. But I ended things here. I loofahed her lower back, watched the soap slide between her cheeks, then left her to finish washing herself.
After my shower the next night, I emerged from the bathroom to find her propped on her side atop my bed. Pink cotton panties hugged the knoll of her hip and her breasts rested beneath a thin, half-buttoned crop top. She watched me as I dried off, biting her lip, and when I was done, setting the towel on the arm of a chair, she rolled onto her back, arching her knees in the air, and unbuttoned the rest of her top. She waited for me, and while I confess that I couldn’t kick her out of my room at such a late hour, I rebuffed her every effort that night. We shared an innocent bed, though when I woke, stirred by the dawn light, I was still erect, her hand cupped between my legs as she slept.
On the third night I woke to Madison’s double slipping beneath my sheets. I felt her delicate weight on top of me, felt her mouth against my mouth, and as my body began to react, I felt her slip herself onto my cock, the same enveloping warmth as our first time in the bath.
I didn’t stop her at first; half asleep, my hips rose to meet her. But coming to, I was prepared to do the difficult work of stopping, of savoring one final descent of her body onto mine before pulling away and leaving us both unsated. But over her shoulder, as she took long, luxurious rides along my cock, I saw through the mirror into Madison’s room. The sheet had fallen from one corner, and in the moonlight I could just make out her figure. She stood, one hand holding a bed post for balance. All I could see of Harry were his arms wrapped around her stomach.
As her double sat atop my lap, her pelvis grinding against mine, I watched Madison’s body shudder with each of Harry’s thrusts. I watched her toss her hair. Watched her slightly bend one leg. As Harry’s hand rose to squeeze Madison’s right breast, I reached up and felt the breast of her double. As his hand lowered to reach between her legs, I pressed my thumb to her double’s clit. And when Harry held Madison’s arms behind her back, holding her upper body horizontal as he fucked her from behind, I surrendered entirely. I threw her double back onto the bed, pinned her wrists against the mattress, and drove my cock between her legs with the abandon of a lesser man.
As Madison squeezed her knees together, one slightly over the other, her double wrapped her legs around my waist. As the sounds of Madison’s moans vibrated through our wall, her double arched her back away from the bed. As Madison’s tightly hanging breasts bounced in time with her hips, the breasts of her double quivered like the gently shaken surface of a fair and virgin sea.
The four of us came at once, unwittingly together, and I kissed Madison’s double to keep us both quiet. Read more »