College Clones Ch. 08: Hellen & Back

Jack took his office chair again and kicked so he slid over doing a rotation. His comfortable demeanour completely contrasted Hellen's mental state. He took another drink and set the mirror edge down, reflection inward toward the chair. He sat watching Amber for a minute, she was becoming increasingly restless. She was shifting around and looking down at her breasts, arms, legs and dick. Her eyes were fascinated and she began squeezing her left tit while licking the back of her hand like a cat. She started moving her touching hand down to her hardening penis, when Jack began to speak.

"Amber." He said. Hellen looked between the two, noting how Amber didn't even seem to hear him. She was becoming lost in increasing energy, feeling herself all over. "Amber." He repeated. Still no response. The girl was slightly biting her lip now, while stroking her penis and rubbing her soles.

"Jesus Jack, what is this? What in the hell did you do to her?" Hellen asked, slightly afraid of the pure unabashed lust of the girl in front of her. "She has a dick..."

"She was a girl I had a thing for back in high school. To be honest we never had much direct contact. She was really just an outlet for my younger lust. To be with her, to touch her, to have her do all the weird, wild, and wonderful things a boy would want in his fantasies. One day she almost did just that. I was invited to her birthday one year - not from her desire to have a few of us there, but her parents were kind enough to offer a few extra invitations to nearby neighbours - anyway, I went to use the can when the bathroom door was ajar. Amber was in there dolling herself up with eye shadow and lipstick and she did something I never forgot; she leaned in and kissed her reflection." Jack was grinning, watching the display of this girl masturbating and rubbing her fingers around her sphincter. "As for the dick, I thought that'd be obvious. She's my first success. My Dolly, so to speak."

Hellen was completely shell shocked. This was a real life clone of someone... how the hell did she get here? A few minutes ago she was finishing up programming, and now she was captivated by this writhing girl exploring herself.

Jack glanced at Hellen, seeing how she was hypnotized by Amber, but knew she was listening. He finished his drink and flipped the mirror around. It took a few moments for Amber to notice herself in it, but when she did her reaction was intense. She gave a shaky gasp and crawled over. She was furiously stroking herself now and trying to make out with her image. The free hand went to the surface and lay there, pressed against it's reflection.

"This is sick Jack..." Hellen muttered. She wasn't aware how moist she was. "No one should be like this. It's not healthy to be sexually attracted to yourself..."

"You really think so?" Jack asked, his hand holding the mirror slightly moving from Amber's face and hand against the mirror. "Well let me ask you this; why do we use mirrors?"

"... I dunno... to check if something is wrong or unsightly, or..."

"Exactly. You are looking at yourself with the lens of another. Would they find you acceptable, clean, sexy. Have you never spent time trying to make yourself look good in the mirror? We are gauging our own beauty through this private window. Some part of us has to truly see it, through the guise of another's eye or not. For most, the mirror acts as a wall to those moments of objectively making yourself more attractive to you, trapping that occasional privilege of self appreciation behind it when you leave."

"But Jack... Jack this is wrong. Do you really think these things when seeing yourself?"

"Me? Heavens no." Jack replied with genuine surprise. "But it's an appreciation for the delve into the purest form of indulgence. Perhaps the purest form of love. It's only viewed as something dirty or filthy when connected to negative titles."

"That title being narcissistic." Hellen said. She watched Amber suddenly cum onto the mattress while slobbering on her own image. Hellen would have been surprised to discover her hand rubbing against her groin.

"That title needs to be discarded. People have this idea that by loving one's self you can't be a decent person to others, or even love them as well. By no means does it inherently impede your possibility to love another or even find a soul mate. They assume it's a juvenile or primitive emotion, but that's exactly what the desire for pleasure is. To want to feel good in the body is extremely indulgent and primitive. The very point of masturbation is to inflict as much pleasure to the self as possible, a retraction into your darkest corners."

"Kind of... but it's supposed to be shared with someone else." Hellen said, sounding more like she was debating with something within herself now. She had never heard him speak this much before, and his passion for this was intoxicating. Recently she had begun to feel more proud and self obsessed ever since dealing with Jack. Her respecting him for the traits they shared, then him disappointing her seemed to cause her to become more self aware in a positive way.

"That's what I'm offering you in a sense. To have a perfect copy of yourself that understands you, that shares your appearance, mind, and soul. It leaves no more room for doubt or anxiety. There is nothing to prove to your clone. The darkest depths of your lust is within the other you, willing and wanting it all. The gift I have for you Hellen was difficult to get ready, because it required not only your technical prowess, but an experience to wake you up to everything you can have." Jack stood up, letting Amber take the mirror. He walked out and Hellen watched the girl rub her cheek against the mirror smiling. It didn't seem shameful anymore, it was too sweet in this moment.

Jack came back in shortly and Hellen thought there was a glitch in the Matrix. Again he walked in with an Amber - who didn't have a penis - and upon seeing her clone on the mattress gave an adorable cry and dropped on her, turning her over on her back and pawing at her face. In that moment, seeing them look in each other's identical shining brown eyes, knowing each other, wanting nothing but to consume the pleasure only herself could give her, in the moment where they both exclaimed; "It's me!" Hellen understood. The pure act of accepting pleasure and rejecting all else was overwhelming to witness.

"The body, the mind, the soul." Jack said to Hellen, whom he observed closely. "The trinity of the self. To others it's arrogant to love your own mind, narcissistic to love your own body, but noble to love your own soul. There should be no boundaries in loving all three. I think Hellen you're finally ready to complete your trinity. How do you feel about what I can offer you?"

"I..." Hellen whispered, "I want that." She said, staring at the two clones who were scrambling to fuck between stealing kisses and licking anything near their mouth. The first Amber mounted the second one from behind and held her hips while lining up her cock to her other self's pussy. She got the head in, then quickly slid into her. The slapping sounds bouncing around the large room. The mirror slid off the mattress and clattered on the cement. Hellen picked it up and looked into the woman's eyes inside. She was beautiful, she smiled when Hellen did, and shared her expression of hunger. They looked at each other between the mirror that now seemed a window. Her heart skipped a beat, her stomach and sex felt warm... she could really have a perfect clone.

"I want... another me... please." Hellen said quietly, touching the identical fingers behind the glass.

"Say it like you mean it Hellen. Say it like you felt it back in my room when you loved your power." She looked up at him. Then she knew he had concocted everything she was going through. He played her like a fiddle... but it was never malicious. She wasn't sharp enough to see the strings being pulled, but she was being lead to something beautiful of colossal magnitude. Loving him, and hating him, she stood up. They didn't break eye contact for almost a minute, the Ambers still fucking like they were in heat.

"Make another me, Jack." Hellen said in a straight command.

"Yes Ma'am." He replied.

- - -

It was hours later that Hellen woke up. She had intended to stay and watch Jack work, but after he had taken his Ambers back where he got them, she had apparently fallen asleep on the mattress - after flipping it. Taking in her surroundings she remembered what had transpired in the room, and then she noticed she was nude. What the hell? What did that asshole do to her?

Then a gentle hand was on her shoulder. She whipped around and her mouth fell open, before her was exactly what she had imagined last night, but seeing it real, flesh and blood was mind boggling. The original clothed Hellen was holding her shoulder and smiling serenely down at her true copy.

"Before you say anything else, tell me what I'm thinking." Hellen asked. Without missing a single beat, her clone responded quickly,

"That we are totally going to fuck our brains out." She barely got out before lunging into her own arms and felt what she was like to hold, she found out how she kissed, she found out what her lipstick tasted like, she found out what her breasts felt like against her, she even felt what her chipped molar tooth felt like to other kissers. Then the newest sensation of all; what it felt like to have her real dick seized.

The second Hellen pulled back from the kiss with a gasp. They both looked down in unison and watched her hands play with the dick, the purple nail polish glinting. They watched her fingers tighten and stroke a few times, then lightly cup the balls.

"I always loved that purple."

"I know, it's so hot."

"Kiss me again you sexy cunt." And she did. They felt each other up, never wanting to stop, just wanting to talk dirty to herself and have sex for hours and hours. There was a click at the door however, and Jack popped his head in. He was wiping grease off his hands.

"The car's all fixed and ready to go after your little stunt, er... I know I'm butting in at the worst time, but I'm assuming one of you is due for class and I have some more work to do. Who's gonna go?"

The Hellens looked at each other and shared a thought to skip today's class... but then...

- - -

The bell rang at the main building and the business students filed in with low murmurs. They were all still yawning a bit and making jokes. Mr. Stoddard noted that the disinterested girl wasn't here and he shook his head. It was much too common for students nowadays to not apply themse-

Then she came in and everyone stopped talking. The girls gasped and giggled and the guys couldn't help but drool a little. Veronika's hands flew to her mouth in a shocked, scared, and trying not to laugh gesture. Hellen was wearing a thin black bikini top, Daisy Duke jean shorts, showing her thong, and steel toe boots. Her hair was in two small pigtails on the sides of her head. She was blowing and popping a wad of gum as she took her seat at the back of the room. The guys watched her hips sway and the girls talked behind their hands, some with faces of disgust at this slutty display.

"What are you doing?" Veronika sharply whispered. There was no response.

Mr. Stoddard was an old fashioned guy and this almost floored him. It's a good thing his heart wasn't a bit weaker. His face went red and he watched her fall with a plop onto her chair, drop her bag, and slam her boots up on her desk.

"E=Excuse me Miss... Miss..." He couldn't remember her name. "What in the world are you dressed like that for?"

"Hm? I'm sorry is there a dress code?" She asked, looking at him like an insect.

"As a matter of fact young lady there-"

"Ugh, whatever." She exclaimed and got up again with an unnecessary flourish with her bag like a girl about to walk the strip. At the front of the class she looked over her classmates with a disdainful look that should have been theirs, then she looked her instructor up and down. "Fine." She said and walked out.

There was three seconds silence, everyone stunned, when Hellen walked in the room. She wore a tanktop, red flannel over-shirt, baggy jeans and black floppy beanie. She had the same bag that she had seemingly just been carrying and an attitude of one minding her own business.

"That better?" She asked while taking her seat again. Absolutely everyone was completely blown away, especially Veronika. Some thought it was supposed to be some stunt and even clapped a little. Others were looking at her with furrowed brows. Mr. Stoddard thought he had just had some joke played out at his expense and he started the lesson by tearing the projector screen off the wall by accident out of anger. Hellen let out no sign that it was a joke and just flicked through her phone, viewing the pictures her other self was texting her of jerking off in the nearby bathroom, the dick erect through the fly. Veronika next to her was starting to laugh bewildered and shake her head. Hellen hadn't been this happy in years.

- - -

Hours later the inside of Hellen's room was quiet in the natural bluish light of day. There was the odd distant thump of a door in the dormitory, or someone laughing or yelling outside. This calm before the storm was soon broken from approaching giggles and bumps against the wall outside. With a thud against the door, and a key struggling in the lock the door flew open inward and two Hellens almost fell in. They were trying to make out while smiling and laughing. The original in her over-shirt and beanie turned to slam the door then was pushed back against it. Her other self was tearing off the plaid shirt and biting Hellen's bottom lip.

"Fuck I look like such a stupid slut like that." Hellen said. "Especially those ridiculous pigtails. Here, take them out and wear the shirt, I want to fuck me."

"Hell yes. It's about time!" Her copy said taking her hair down and pulling on the shirt. Hellen ripped open the fly and fished out the half hard dick. As it sprang out she looked up at her other face and back down, she actually felt a little light headed from excitement.

"Wait, wait, wait wait..." She said panting a little.

"I know, I know. Look at me." They gazed into each other's identical eyes and the pure love they shared just from knowing each other through and through was their entire world and future now.

"I want you to say that I can have sex with myself... in my voice.. That this is really going to happen..."

"Hellen..." Her perfect clone said backing up, playing with her stiff cock a bit and putting on a slutty face "You're going to get every god damned inch."

"Ya know what?" Hellen said, approaching herself with intense eyes and pushing her down onto the bed, "Jack was totally right."

"Let's not let him know we both agree on that." Her copy said smiling, watching Hellen lift her leg up and slide of the steel-toe boot. Hellen and her clone looked at the foot open to the air now, toes wriggling. They had been painted the same purple while class was still going... anything to look identical.

"Oh wait!" They cried in unison looking at each other, having the same memory. Hellen went to a drawer and fished out the foot jewelry from Monday. Nothing more had to be said, as they both wanted it on. It took a few moments to have the chain anklet that ran down to a toe ring on, jingling quietly in the light.

"Aw it looks so pretty... and so seductive." The clone said looking up at it, moving and flexing her toes. "Did we get a fetish from Jack?"

"No, as he said loving yourself means all of yourself. And you're all mine." Hellen said, then drove her face into the slightly sweaty sole sniffing in hard.

"Oh fuck yeah, let's share it." The other self said, pulling the foot down to her face. She started inhaling the soft intimate smell and looked up to see Hellen pressing the yellow circle on her bracelet.

Hellen then felt a soft whispering of air on her left sole and knew the link worked. They both had a moment of pride for it working. She placed one hand on the bed and leaned in to the foot and face of herself. They were nose to nose just intaking a scent, out of pure sluttiness. Hellen's other hand found the clone's free one and forced it to grab the dick. They both sighed over the foot feeling the grasp. She moved the hand in her grip up and down loving how her own right hand was holding her own right hand.

They both started licking the sole, toes and each other's face. The enhanced foot sensations and the dual handjob caused their efforts to redouble. Hellen watched her clone suck noisily on the toes, taking in some of the saliva left by her.

"That is so hot. Tell me you love me." She said, and took the foot for herself. She tried to fit all the toes in her mouth.

"You know I love you. If it were up to us we'd never leave this room. So stop asking stupid questions and let me see my whore face sucking us off." Hellen loved seeing herself talk like this. Every exchange was so balanced, there was a flawless give and take. The submission and domination between them thrilling.

Hellen kneeled down, but this felt too much like with Jack, so she let the wet foot go in the air and had her clone stand. The sight of herself wearing the bikini and over-shirt, looking down on her looking like a Goddess with that pulsing cock over her face made her so aroused she shoved her hand into her jeans and started feeling her clit. The clone moaned and used the dick to slap Hellen's face a few times.

"Use the two middle fingers just how we like." Hellen complied, wanting to please both selves. Then she took the dick and slid her mouth all the way down to balls. "Ohhhh my god my mouth feels so good." It was like her duplicate was speaking her thoughts to save her from talking with her mouth full. Hellen felt hands on her head, rubbing over the beanie and hair, then get more aggressive with bringing the face down again and again. The tender warmth had both of them captivated for uncounted minutes. Both of them were enchanted by the sloppy noises and gagging Hellen was making. Sharing the sensation, they both knew when to ease up and edge the climax for a while.

Just then Hellen pressed the green circle and shifted into her other body. They both didn't expect the head rush, but managed not to tumble over. She snapped her eyes open and looked down on herself, who was looking up with a sassy look that said "You sneaky bitch".

"I am so sexy..." Hellen cried with almost gritted teeth, then came. The first load went into her old mouth, then watched as her kneeling self pulled off and hung her mouth open and tongue out while jerking near the tip. Each subsequent shot made them shake from bliss. Most landed on the eager face and tongue, some splattered on the breasts snug in the tanktop. The possessed Hellen then just sucked hard on the tip, draining the remaining semen.

"Get those pants off." The standing girl commanded. She watched herself stand and start sliding sexily out of her favourite jeans. Her cock didn't even have a moment to rest. It stood harder than ever when she was seconds away from fucking her own body, and loving herself as she somehow knew she always wanted. Hellen grabbed her old face by the neck and brought it to her, feverishly licking and sucking the cum off sloppily. The clone in her body was giggling and moaning as she fingered herself during this. She hadn't even got the jeans off all the way, they lay about her ankles.

Hellen threw the other self against her door and took her from behind. She slid in like into some exquisite oil and they both moaned loudly together. She felt her amazingly warm cunt tightly wrapping her dick as she slammed in again and again. Hellen watched her own ass bouncing from each thust and she slapped and spanked it a few times. She looked up to the face pushed up against the door as it's eyes were rolling up to just show whites. This was pure ecstasy. The clapping sounds got wetter as they kept going, not trying to be quiet but even louder. How crazy would it be to be found like this, two Hellens fucking like rabbits?