It's been a month or so since the initial cloning incident, and about a week after our... Encounter. I haven't been very good at keeping up with logging, but nothing of real note has happened since then. I mean, after that night, it got a whole hell of a lot less awkward than I'd expected.

Sometimes, I'd come home and she'd be loudly masturbating with the vibrator in the bed. Sometimes, I'd be doing the same at the kitchen bar, riding a dildo as I "do research" online. It didn't happen all at once, but the "incident" really helped clear the tension. The clone is me, I am the clone, and orgasms are natural. There's no need to be embarrassed by them, just don't go Lovecraftian-kinda crazy about it being your clone. We shower together, eat dinner at home together, really get to know each other--or, myself, I guess.

Like I said, it's been about a week, and it's Saturday today. I came home from work last night and she had laid rope, lube, and a dildo on the kitchen counter. She was due to leave for a week, leaving me home to do chores and have some alone time, so she wanted to make our last night together special. It's hard to keep a secret from someone you share a shower and a consciousness with, so I knew what she had in mind by lunch that day, and I was fucking excited.

By the time I came home, my clit was already throbbing. I was aching to feel the rope between my legs... The dildo... Her tits shaking... I'm getting ahead of myself.

I got home that night and she had on my silk robe, and had the apartment illuminated by just a couple dim lamps. Judging from the nipples glaring through the fabric, she was totally naked underneath.

"Take your clothes off," she ordered gently, helping me unbutton my shirt and unzip my skirt. "Underwear too."

Without speaking a word between us, she unraveled the rope and folded it in two. This one is shorter; we need less rope for a harness like this. We'd done rope dresses on each other a few days ago, and spent hours taking turns using the vibrator on each other, all tied up. Tonight, however, was a major step up.

Using a video she found online, she guided me through her tying the harness to me. "Spread your legs, just a little," she said, moving my legs just so. "Tell me if it's too tight."

She wraps the rope around the dildo, my legs, and pulls the rope through and tightens it, the soft rope running through my wet lips. I groan as she pulls it taut.

"Too tight?" She asks, kneeling beside me.

I caress the back of her head, eyes closing. "Just.. Just perfect, baby."

She smiled and rose, taking my hand and the lube and leading me to our bed. She'd set up a blanket tossed over a pillow at the edge of the bed.

Without a word, she sat at the pillow, spread her legs and began lubing the dildo, then her slit, taking globs of lube and fingering it up her cunt. Her gasps and jerks made her--my--tits shake under the satin fabric of the robe, and it slowly shook down to her elbows in a half-dressed, half-naked look.

She eased herself back and kept her--my--legs spread. "Remember," she said, circling her clit, "go easy."

I--I guess, neither of us--have ever had a cock inside of us. Cumming on me? Definitely. Grinded against? Plenty. But I'd never been honest-to-God fucked before. I rubbed my hands along the crease of her hips and teased the slick dildo long her slit. I rubbed the shaft on her clit, like I'd been stroked many times before.

Seeing her--me--grind on the dildo, aching for my sex, reminded me of my exes, moaning as they stroked their cock on my clit. The only difference, I couldn't feel her--my--clit under the dildo. Her pussy lips rubbed the sides of the dildo, and I ached to feel what it felt like. I'd always been cis before, completely comfortable with my femininity, but watching her--me--grind on the dildo, I couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to fuck with one.

Slowly, inch by inch, I began to press the dildo into her--or, me. I held onto her knees and pressed her hips to me, gently stroking the dildo in and out, and in further, and out, and in further, until I felt the dildo hit her cervix. It wasn't in all the way, but I knew she felt fucking full. I held the dildo at the base, where her pussy ended and the cock began, and began to slowly fuck her.

"Unngh..unghh..unngh," she moaned with every thrust. It was weird hearing myself moan from getting fucked by myself, but I pushed the nerves away and lifted her--my--legs to my shoulders. I'd always wanted to get fucked like that, and judging from our past week filled with fingerfucking and masturbation, I figured she thought the same thing.

"Ohh, it's so tight.." She whimpered and winced, but slowly, her face smoothed in ecstasy as she released herself to the passion and strokes. I picked up the pace, just a little, and her mouth went slack with pleasure.

I rubbed my hands along her thighs, thrusting and fucking her--my--cunt how we'd been fingerfucking each other all week. It was a valuable week of self-exploration, and I fucked myself like a goddamn pro.

As I sped up, it was getting hard to ignore the tits bouncing on the bed in front of me. Again, I've always considered myself straight, but it felt fucking good to see me affect another person like this. To thrust and fuck and see the vibrations of my movements flow up and knock her tits around. I ached to feel my tits bounce like that, to be filled by a warm cock and have cum spray on my massive tits. To affect, and be affected.

I fucking let loose.

I gripped her ass and thrust the dildo in, keeping the pace she cums to, but fucking her with the full length of the veiny dildo.

"F-f-fuck," she yelped, her back arching and her--my--massive tits shaking and falling up her silken body. "I'm--grunt--I'm gonna--"

She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence before spasming and writhing on the dildo, reflexively fighting against my hands, but I held her--myself--tethered to the dildo. I fucked her through her wet orgasm, hearing the squelch noises as the dildo pumped her through her spasming orgasm. Her tits heave up and down as she moans, my dildo--my fucking--making her sweat.

"Flip over," I ordered. "Ass up on the pillow."

She obeyed, and I helped position the pillow under her hips, so her still-dripping cunt was presented for me. I rubbed her ass, and brushed the robe off of her--my--skin. I guess I'm a sight from behind; my thick hips and thin waist made my ass look great, and she looked back at me, my eyes meeting my own. I'm still not used to seeing myself get fucked by myself, but I think my moans are too delicious to ignore.

I grabbed her hips and gently guided the dildo back into her dripping cunt, relishing her twitches and moans, which were muffled by the bedspread. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. If I was going to fuck my own cunt, I was gonna hear myself fucking moan.

My hand in her hair, my foot on the bed for a better angle, my other hand gripping her hips, I felt the rope holding the dildo more than before. With every thrust, it stroked my clit, rubbed my cunt; it was like I was fucking myself, and I was fucking myself right back.

"You--grunt--you're--gon-na-make-me-cum," she moaned, her fingers digging into the bedspread.

I moaned right back, feeling the rope rub and stroke me closer and closer to my own orgasm. "The rope--you tied--just right--grunt--"

Not wanting to lose the feeling, I stayed in that position, fucking myself from behind, holding her--my--hair, the strap-on harness rubbing my clit, our moans filling the room as we both exploded in orgasm, one after the other.

I thrusted and rubbed my orgasming cunt with the rope, in turn, stroking the dildo through her orgasm.

When the buzz died down, she helped untie the harness, giving little kisses and nips where the rope left marks. Then, it happened: she kissed me. It wasn't really a huge fantasy to kiss myself, but in the moment, it was hard to resist. We both knew to nibble and suck the other's bottom lips, and grip our waist and behind the other's neck. It's the day after now, and I think it was a heat-of-the-moment kiss, brought on by her knowing exactly what I like. Maybe she was thanking me for doing exactly what I knew she'd like.