Recursion B.1.

RECURSION

B.1.

Olivia and Joe step into a very nice hotel room, four stars and modern, with big windows overlooking a nighttime city. There’s a big ass television and a mini-bar and a huge bed with an inviting white comforter. “Darling, it’s perfect!” Olivia squeaks, sashaying into the room in a clatter of heels.

“It’s pretty nice,” Joe agrees, hands in the pockets of his suit jacket. “But not as nice as the view,” he adds, giving Olivia a corny grin.

Olivia giggles, reddens, smiles. She clasps the throat of her grey trenchcoat, then opens it in a quick flourish and let’s it fall to the floor. Underneath she’s wearing only lingerie: a black lace bra, tiny panties, a garter belt holding up sheer black stockings, and patent leather pumps. She blushes and her voice quavers, “You were saying about the view?”

“Uh…” Joe manages, eyeing his beautiful fiancée. She’s short, maybe five six with some help from her heels, and dainty with slender arms and slim legs and delicate shoulders. She has a heart shaped face with bright green eyes, long auburn hair that falls straight over her shoulders, and a dark splash of freckles on her pale cheeks and shoulders. Olivia has narrow hips and small breasts and a surprisingly round little butt. She smiles shyly, “So what should we do tonight?”

“Um?” Joe stutters adorably. Olivia’s heart flutters with a combination of nerves and arousal: she wants to be the femme fatale tonight, but is far more prone to being a ginger house mouse. She tries to smolder at Joseph, handsome with his shaggy honey blonde hair, his bright blue eyes, his square jaw and dimpled chin. He looks sexy in his suit, the tailoring emphasizing his naturally broad chest and wide shoulders, but hiding the rippled abdominals, narrow hips, and muscular ass; but that’s okay since Olivia knows they’re waiting to be uncovered. She blushes and sees his cock is hard, straining against the fabric of his trousers. Olivia tries to pose provocatively, “We should do something special tonight, something naughty…”

“Like what?” Joe swallows, nervous and excited.

Olivia stops herself from fleeing and instead tries to strut to her man, stands on her tip toes and kisses him hungrily on the lips. She whispers: “Do you have any secret fantasies?”

“Fantasies?” 

“Yeah…” Olivia’s face is hot with shame. “Anything kinky you want to try….”

“Really?”

“Honey, I’m wearing a garter belt.” 

Joe laughs, sort of a giggle, “Okay.”

“So what do you want to try?” She unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor, pushes up her small tits with her arms, leans forward a bit, twists, “What’s your naughtiest fantasy”

“Nothing,” Joe says too quickly, wrapping his arms around his fiancée. “I just want to be with you. Do you have one?”

“You know,” Olivia says, heart jackrabbiting in her chest, face and breasts blushing, “I’ve always kind of wanted to have a threesome…”

“Really?” Joe asks, kissing her cheek, her neck.

“Yeah…” Olivia sighs. “But I think I’d get too jealous.”

“You don’t mean two guys?”

“No,” Olivia purrs, rubbing her tits on Joe’s rough stubbled face, “Two girls is better…”

“You like girls?”

“Sure… maybe a little? Who doesn’t?”

“Fuck…” Joe groans into her breasts.

“What if there were two of me?” Olivia asks suddenly, pulling back a little. “Wouldn’t that be hot?”

Joe groans a yes.

Olivia wiggles out of Joe’s arms and trots over to the big hotel mirror, smiles at him in reflection when she spots him watch her ass. Then she regards herself in the mirror: pale and slim, pretty but awkward, trying her best to be sexy. She studies her reflection: what would it be like to fuck that girl? To run her hands through her red hair, to caress her smooth freckled skin, to cup her small breasts, to taste her own cunt? She shivers, opens her hand, and touches the cool surface of the mirror…

Feels the surface ripple, flow, open…

Joe gasps as he watches Olivia reach inside the mirror with her hand, grab her reflection by the wrist, and pull… dragging her mirror self through the impossible surface into the hotel room. She has somehow manifested a perfect copy of herself in the room!

Olivia groans from two mouths and stares at herself. There are two of her, but only one mind? She raises one right hand and then another, closes one set of eyes and laughs with two mouths. She has two bodies! She smiles at herself and feels two hearts race, four nipples ache, two separate cunts hunger. She embraces herself and her bodies share a deep and passionate kiss.

Joe is stunned, sits on the edge of the bed and sees his fiancée kissing herself, making out with her mirror twin, feels his cock ache in desperate arousal. Delicate hands trace ribs, caress breasts, clutch a plump ass, two identical voices gasp and groan. One Olivia, Joe has lost track of the original, crouches gracefully on her heels, slips her hand into the other Olivia’s panties, draws them slowly over her garter belt, down over stockings, down to high heeled feet. The twin steps clear of her panties, and the Olivia’s smoothly trade places, moving with coordinated synchronicity, one standing up, the other kneeling and stripping her underwear. Both Olivia’s blush, giggle, and the kneeling Olivia leans forward to kiss her twin’s wet cunt. The standing Olivia bites her lip and turns to look at Joe, pleasure and lust on her face. 

Olivia can taste her cunt in her mouth and can feel hot lips and a strong tongue press into her pussy. Fuck! This is so hot! She bites her lip, looks at Joe with her standing body, clutches the head of her kneeling body, presses her own face into her own cunt. Fuck! Yes… But what about Joe? He should play too. Olivia moves her bodies apart, stands beside herself, holds hands, smiles identically from two twin faces, speaks in stereo: “What do you say honey? Fancy a threesome now?”

“Uh,”  Joe says, cock so hard it hurts. He watches his fiancée and her mirror doppelgänger? Her twin? His fiancées advance on him, identical little got-the-canary lips, lean forward, kiss him on neck, just below either ear. “Mmmm…” both Olivias whisper. 

“Oh fuck…”

Olivia turns his face toward one of her faces and kisses his lips, deeply, urgently, a perfect distraction, while she uses her other body to fumble open a belt, part the teeth of a zippered fly, free Joe’s raging erection. Olivia kneels, opens a mouth, runs a tongue along Joe’s cock while she pushes her other tongue into his mouth. Joe moans and Olivia wraps one set of lips around his cock, sucks on it, while her other body pulls his face into some of her tits, grinds his face into them, while sucking his cock. 

“Uhh…” Joe gasps as his cock is massaged by a hot mouth, while his fiancées tits rub against his face, his nose is full of her perfume, her hard nipples on his cheeks. “Ffffuck…” His face is released and he closes his eyes, and then he feels a kiss on his thigh, on his balls, while his cock is still fully enveloped. “What?” He opens his eyes and looks down and sees two Olivias looking up at him form between his thighs, long red hair, green eyes, blushing freckled cheeks. His fiancées smile, playful, and then both mouths kiss his cock, Olivias face-to-face like they are kissing, his cock held between them in a soft warm embrace of lips. “Fuck… fuck me…” he begs.

“Of course,” Olivia says in stereo, and climbs to all her feet. She pushes Joe onto his back and says, “Oh Joe,” climbs onto his lap, rubs one of her cunts on his cock. “Joe…” she gasps with her other voice and swings her legs over his face, mounts his head, her second cunt brushing his lips. She closes all of her eyes in pleasure. “Please…” she gasps in harmony.

Joe moans into labia, starts to kiss and lick and suck, feels a hot wet cunt grinding against his achingly hard cock, warm thighs on his hips, his cheeks. Slender fingers touch his cock, tip it up, aim, and he gasps as he feels his penis push into the velvet hot embrace of pussy. The Olivias moan and gyrate against him. “Joe…” an Olivia whines, feeling her fiancé inside her body, his tongue stroking her pussy. She starts to thrust against him, to ride his cock, to grind her cunt against the faint stubble of his face. Olivia opens her eyes and watches herself being fucked, sees her face pinched in pleasure, her small tits bouncing. She is beautiful, sexy. Olivia leans forward, takes herself in her arms, kisses herself, returns her kiss, grabs her tits, fondling, groping, fucking and being eaten out. One of herselves, the one being fucked, is oh so fucking close, and yes, yes, there, yes, and she throws back a single head and cries out as she orgasms, moments before Joe grunts and bucks, and she feels him come inside her. Olivia collapses into her own arms, a warm glow in her belly, but also still a starving ache in her other self. “More…” she whines.

“Uh….” Joe grunts, his cock going refractory soft.

“I got this, baby,” Olivia says to herself, guiding her bodies off of Joe and onto the bed. Olivia blushes and parts her thighs, looks up at herself smiling down at herself, and also down at herself spread open and willing. She shares a dirty secret smile with herself, and bends down to eat out her own cunt, licking labia, kissing, biting, sucking clit, finger sneaking in to rub the swollen ridge on the inside of her pussy, just so, just how she likes it, using mental feedback to steer. She moans, squeezes her thighs, writhes, drives herself towards orgasm…

Joe looks over and sees Olivia enthusiastically eating out Olivia and feels his cock getting hard again. He feels a pang of jealousy, but sees the naked cunt of whichever Olivia is performing cunnilingus is open in the air, exposed, inviting. He climbs up onto her, mounts her from behind, Olivia wiggles her hips in a saucy invitation as she keeps eating pussy, and he pushes his cock up and into a warm and hungry cunt. He starts to fuck her, hard and impatient, and Olivia finds her face smashing into her other cunt, but she goes with it, uses the rhythmic pounding as part of her oral sex craft, a kind of facial humping. Joe slams into Olivia harder and harder and faster and Olivia feels herself, both herselves, building and building and building, until in a chain reaction they all come, Olivia crushing her other face between her thighs wailing, other Olivia whining and bucking, face muffled in muff, and Joe shuddering and clutching and grunting, before they all collapse onto the hotel bed in a tangle of three bodies and two minds…

Boneless and sated they fall asleep>>>