Chapter #6Content House by: araki   "Good morning, glad you finally decide to join us." Mark grinned. Amanda Jungers gave a wry smile back. Even without her make up, the ex-volleyball champion still radiated beauty and confidence. Amanda's piercing blue eyes looked around the spacious kitchen only to see Hala Hadid stood by the stove clad in nothing but an apron. The middle-eastern descent girl had turned her body around to face her ex-classmate giving Amanda full view not only of her arse and back but also a generous amount of shapely sideboob that the apron struggled to contain.
"Where's everyone else?"
"Next door. They've started clearing things out from the other apartment."
"I'm sure they won't take long at all." Amanda rolled her eyes.
"Feel free to join them."
"In a bit. What's cooking?"
"Since you're so curious...."
Mark closed his eyes and when he reopened them he was looking at Hala's form through tresses of tousled ginger hair which he deftly combed out of his eyesight with his new pair of hands.
"It's French toast," Mark completed the the sentence he started from his previous meatsuit. "But of course you already know, Hala." Amanda's body stretched, limbering up for Mark's personal use. "More importantly, when is it going to be ready?"
"Soon," the clone swapped into Hala's body shrugged nonchalantly, resuming the charade. "I think we need some milk, grab it for me will you?"
It took Mark a bit of time to get used to the height difference. Amanda the ex-volleyball champion was noticeably taller than her friend. He had also found that the easiest way to keep multiple clones and bodies under control was to let the clones have 'full reign' and although he can telepathically link his mind to his clones simultaneously, it took a lot out of him. He enjoyed the banter and roleplay anyway from not having to control all of his clones. Sure he lost some semblance of control over the other clones, but if he needed to, he can re-establish the connection.
Under new management, the meatsuit that was Amanda Jungers sauntered over to where the fridge was and felt her nipples prickle, blast of cold air hit the front of her body full force when she opened it. "Sure," Mark replied before making her way to where Hala was stood and handed her the carton of milk. "It's really cold." Amanda folded her arms and rubbed her biceps with her palms, inevitably giving Hala a show of her jiggling jugs in full view.
"It's because you're barely wearing anything." Hala sighed. She placed another toast on the plate, adding to the stack.
"Can't help it girl, when you've got it, flaunt it. You know how it is." Mark grinned as his meatsuit grabbed her own tits before proceeding to jiggle them in front of Hala's face.
"You don't need to tell me," Hala's grin mirrored that of Amanda's. The middle eastern girl drew the fabric of her apron between her cleavage, letting her own brown tits hang loose just like her friend's. "These puppies are fucking amazing. So glad I had them done."
"I bet you enjoyed blue-balling the guys at the mosque back home."
"And some of the girls too. Oh yeah, I can see some of them were interested." Hala had one of her hand underneath the apron going to town on her own clit, pleasuring herself without a care in the world even as her friend looked amusingly at her. Her other hand was fondling her own bosom. "Fuck, I could've, should've, stirred more shit. See how much damage this face and body could do. "
"And this ass," Mark utilised his current host's vertical advantage to wrap his arms over Hala's shoulder so that Amanda's palm each had Hala's ass cheek each. Mark could feel Hala's ragged breath on his meatsuit's bosom with the distance between the two girl were reduced to just the thin piece of fabric as the girl continued to work herself up. "I'm sure we can find some lives to ruin, to fuck and have fun with."
"Can't wait."
The two girls locked eyes and Mark leant down so that his two horny meatsuits can lock lips and he transferred his essence back to the smaller girl as Hala's body edged herself ever closer to orgasm and forced the clone to transfer the other way.
"No fair," Amanda pouted when the clone realised that it had been forcibly swapped back into its old meatsuit. "I was sooo close."
"Too bad bro," Hala grinned. "We know this bitch gives the best orgasm. Help me out girlfriend?"
"You cheeky sonofabitch."
Amanda turned her body sideway before yanking Hala's hand away from her own snatch and substituting it with her own and furiously started to jill the muslim girl's dripping wet pussy. Amanda's other hand supported Hala's back whilst reaching around to fondle the girl's tits. Amanda's taller and stronger frame allowed Hala to lean back against the support and enjoy the rising pleasure welling up inside of her.
"Fuck this bitch is so close." Hala mumbled, Mark already had his borrowed eyes close in anticipation.
Then the dam broke, starting with the unbridled orgasmic unintelligible throes involuntarily coming out from Hala's throat, the girl's body shook before it convulsed wildly even as Amanda's hand relentlessly remained in its snatch amplifying the pleasure. Hala's hip seemed to be willing the hand to reach even further in to continue trying to reach her deepest part.
And then with another soft groan, it subsided. Hala's sweaty thrashing body went limp against Amanda's supporting arm. The ex-highschool volleyball champ felt some fluid rushed past her hand and noticed the puddle forming on the floor. It's a good thing she had strong calves and legs that kept her steady. Mark's eyes was closed as he enjoyed the post orgasmic bliss his meatsuit gave him. It took him a few seconds to adjust his breathing before Hala's eyes flickered open to meet Amanda's knowing gaze.
"Now give this bitch some sugar." Hala commanded, which the clone duly complied, unbothered by the drool around Hala's mouth.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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