Stuck In The Middle

By the end of the night, Nora's house was littered with bodies that I had fucked silly. They laid on beds and couches; one was in a chair. In the cases where they would have otherwise fallen on a table or desk, I carried her bridal style to a spare bed, and she seemed to really like that. Several had gotten dressed up as the wife character, since I'd fucked one until her legs turned to jelly, which forced Nora to swap the body playing that role; then I'd done it again.

However, I hadn't planned to spend the entire night with Nora, so eventually, I told her that the whole thing had been great, and headed home to my apartment.

Mira wasn't in the apartment, but the smell of sex and sweat and Xico (she had a subtly different smell from other girls, because she was half-taliké) made it clear that there had definitely been a fuckfest, and I looked forward to experiencing it when I reabsorbed my clone. I opened the door to the bedroom, finding Xico snuggled into my clone's side. Her eyes flicked up to me as I entered the room, and she wore a soft smile - and a particularly lewd and sexy maid outfit, a thought that made Xico blush sharply. "You can snuggle me after I get rid of him," I told her. I reached out for the other me, fully intending to reabsorb him, my finger poking his chest, and-

Nothing happened. I frowned.

I planted my hand on his chest. Nothing happened, still.

"Get back in me, other Roger," I commanded. The man himself just shrugged.

"He's not... trying... not to," Xico offered. "O-oh, um... I can igoss with... both of you... that could help?"

"That's a really good idea, Xico," my clone said. "You're so smart." Xico blushed at that.

He was laying it on a little thick, wasn't he? Well, it wasn't like he was wrong. Xico was a smart young woman. Xico blushed even brighter at that, squeezing her eyes shut, and I felt her brain push up against mine, serving as a fluid conduit to my clone.

I could feel his thoughts, full of bubbly affection for Xico. It wasn't like the feeling was "wrong" or "out of character" - it did reflect how I felt about Xico, who mentally squeaked in delight at that thought - but it was lacking some other parts. For example, feeling vaguely guilty about fucking other women.

Of course, he had an immediate reply: he wasn't fucking other woman.

Xico noted she didn't mind me fucking other women at all. She was glad that it made me happy, and that I made them happy. The other Roger responded by cuddling Xico tighter, pulling her into a big hug, and I felt somehow jealous as Xico's tails wagged happily behind her, flipping up the skirt on her maid uniform. It also showed me her cute little butt, which excited certain thoughts in my brain, and Xico responded positively to those thoughts. My jealousy was rapidly being beaten out by my lust - I could figure out what was wrong with my clone tomorrow. Vanessa would probably unsummon him or something.

For now, there was a cute nineteen year old with a crush and a tight ass that she was practically begging me to stick it in. Her cheeks glowed, and she worried about the state of my dick in terms of lube, which I had to admit was a thought that somehow hadn't occurred to me, as eager to fuck maid-Xico as I was. My clone suggested that it'd be really fun when I got to remember maid-slave Xico, and once more I somehow became jealous of my own copy.

I went to the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of lube, then came back to the pair, who were still cuddling - though, my clone now had a boner again. Through the igoss, I'd gotten the impression he'd been too tired to keep going, but apparently somehow this situation made him hornier. Or maybe it was my own horniness, through the link? It wasn't like I hadn't been fucking already.

I - we - collectively pushed away those thoughts. It really didn't matter. What mattered was, Xico was the ultimate cutie, with her ultra-short maid skirt hiding nothing, especially right now, as her panties were lost somewhere that nobody could remember. I squirted out some lube on my finger, and then pushed it into Xico's asshole.

She shuddered in response, squirming on my finger subtly. "Nnn, ooo," she half-moaned, pleasure lighting up her brain, and cascading right into mine. She had various interesting thoughts about having a finger stuck up her butt, alien to the two-thirds majority of this mental conversation, since in this universe, anal sex was a girl's dream and a guy's 'gross, no thanks.' I guess I could see not wanting to root your fingers around in a girl's dirty butt, but Xico's butt seemed plenty clean to me.

My clone thought it didn't really matter if Xico's butt was dirty. It wasn't like I was going to eat without washing my hands or something.

My finger just kept wiggling around in there, occasionally coming out for a fresh coating of lube, until at last we all felt satisfied that Xico's ass was ready to handle it. (My clone was the last holdout, being overly concerned and protective of Xico, which was fair enough as she was adorable, and those thoughts had her blushing up a storm again, the heat in her cheeks feeling almost like it was in mine through the igoss.)

I rubbed a fresh dollop of lube all over my cock, and then lined up with her puckered little rosebud. Her body shivered in anticipation, and I could feel that anticipation too, the excitement of getting to do something dirty with your hot older boyfriend. It was sexy for me, too, having my cute and sexy younger girlfriend in a sexy maid outfit, her tails waggling excitedly behind her, and our desires bounced against each other, leaving my cock throbbing, needy, wanting to be pushed into Xico - so I did exactly that.

I groaned, the pleasure hitting me twice over, and then the Roger beneath Xico started to slide into her pussy too, making Xico squirm and gasp. Her fingers raked at the bed sheets beneath her, as the pair of us started to move our hips. My clone was more intense in his movements, forceful as he rocked his hips back and forth, while I had to take my time due to the tightness of Xico's ass - but, since we were both completely aware of her pleasure, it was easy to set a pace that made us all feel good.

Ordinarily, igossing with Xico was an intoxicating delight, and this was no exception - it was just an even stronger version of it. My clone never thought anything that annoyed me, or pushed me out of the moment - he was me, after all - so our thoughts could bubble and push against one another harmlessly. If anything, his thoughts were more to Xico's taste than my own, given his monomaniacal focus on the girl in question. He leaned up to kiss Xico on the lips, their mouths pushing against one another hungrily, and my cock furiously pulsed.

I didn't feel bothered at all by the kiss - both the mouths involved felt like my own, like I was the one making out with Xico, like Xico was making out with me. My hips thumped slowly and steadily inside of Xico, and the triple threat of pleasure was pushing all three of us towards an inexorable, inescapable conclusion. My clone and I had both been fucking a lot, and men had a harder time continuing to go after an orgasm, so when Xico first orgasmed in that position - which took maybe a minute, tops - we just groaned and twitched, our spirits willing but our flesh too weak to actually ejaculate inside her. The waves of pleasure washed over us, but as Xico's orgasm ended, the feeling of a denied orgasm was more intense - that tension when you get so close to the edge, but you don't quite go over it, so you're left desperate for more, practically drooling for it.

My cock throbbed inside Xico, and my clone and I both upped our paces, pumping inside her more frantically, more energetically. Xico moaned at the sensation, her pussy hungrily gripping at his cock, her asshole tightening up on mine. Her kiss got more eager and enthusiastic, tongues dancing around, and she wiggled her tails invitingly behind her, happy to have both our attention, happy to be wearing that sexy maid uniform that got me hard, happy and eager and enthusiastic and lusty, which only intensified my own lust.

When Xico came for the second time, my clone managed to come, groaning as he ejaculated inside her - but I didn't. Two thirds of us were experiencing the pure bliss of an orgasm, so it wasn't as annoying as it had been the first time, but I was left panting in the afterglow, a fresh patina of sweat clinging to my body as I gasped and panted atop her. The frustration of two near misses was intense, and Xico felt it more strongly than any of us, her empathetic nature - plus, probably, the fact that she was in the middle of the igoss - pushing her to start trying extra hard to get me to come inside.

Her thoughts turned into a frothy brew of all sorts of filthy ideas, and memories of what she'd been doing with my clone that left me so excited I couldn't hold back. I upped my pace significantly, momentarily uncaring about whether it felt good for Xico - though, luckily, it did, otherwise I would've also gotten the backwash on that. She moaned as I fucked her asshole harder, remembering her time in absolute, unflinching submission, calling forth the memory of emotions of pleasure and service that were so intense that even secondhand and remembered, they were exciting. I leaned down over her, kissing at her neck, as I upped my pace, just rutting away relentlessly.

My clone's cock inside her pussy was only half-erect, so her level of physical stimulation was lower, but both of us were really focused on getting me off at the moment, so it didn't matter too much. Xico tightened her sphincter around my cock, pushing back into me, as she slobbered and licked and kissed all over the inside of my clone's mouth, her focus completely on just giving herself over to lust and desire.

It didn't take too much of that for me to be pushed to the edge, and this time, as I hilted inside her, Xico and I both crested together, groaning as I unloaded in her asshole, Xico moaning happily as she felt me achieve release, happy to have freed me from the teasing of it.

I panted as I finished inside Xico, shuddering softly atop her - and then I pulled out and flopped onto my back on the bed, the mattress bouncing from my weight hitting it. Xico giggled a little, my exhaustion like a weight pressing down on me, and she broke off the kiss with my clone. "We can rest, Roger. We don't need to keep going all night. I'm tired too," she said, her words paired with emotions that said exactly the same thing.

"Oh, yeah," I breathed out; the exhaustion was so tangled up together it was hard to tell where one started and the other ended. "Fucking... feeling really tired," I said aloud, as much a waste of energy as talking to yourself. Xico curled up on my side, and my clone then decided to cuddle into her from behind, just wrapping his arms lovingly around her stomach as Xico herself rested her cheek on my chest.

It was fine. A nice cuddle pile. It was also a chance for Xico to experience a 'devil's threesome,' a term that she had to mentally translate because her grasp of English wasn't that good. (She made the counterargument that people in this universe didn't use that term, because the 'devil's threesome' was the standard female fantasy.)

Our igoss broke apart as we faded into unconsciousness, which didn't take much longer than it took to close my eyes.

* * *

I was the first to wake up, which made my brain wonder if Xico had been fucking my clone harder than I had been fucking Nora? That seemed unlikely, but given she was just lying there, looking cute as could be, a little puddle of drool forming on my chest, it was at least possible. Maybe some part of my power's enhanced metabolism gave me reduced need for sleep? Probably it was something like that, it was a superspeed power, after all.

I just laid there rather than getting up. My fingers idly played with Xico's hair.

Of course, there was a clone of me in the bed, and he was also asleep, but I just ignored him. I'd go to work, talk to Vanessa, and reabsorb him. The whole thing was just a bizarre magical accident she could probably fix quickly.

As I laid there, waiting for Xico to wake up, my thoughts did turn to Kate. I hadn't reabsorbed the clone I'd sent with her (given that I didn't remember having lots of threesome sex with the Kates), and I was pretty sure the only people in the apartment at the moment were me, Xico, the clone-for-Xico, and Bup. So the clone was... well, probably just fucking the Kates, actually.

I could definitely imagine what sort of stuff I'd get up to if I had the assignment of having marathon sex with the Kates. I'd rather not imagine it, though, and instead experience it, but I'd only get to do that when the spell ended, which it hadn't, so...

I'd definitely be getting Vanessa to fix whatever went wrong. I just laid there, waiting for Xico to wake up.

* * *

I laid on the bed, Sow curled into my side. Right now, Fuckpig was floating over my cock, her hands clamped behind her head, as she was forced to go up and down my cock, bouncing away. Her tits bounced and jiggled freely with each bounce - the only clothes she was wearing at this point were her choker and a blindfold. Her mouth just hung half-open, as she slid herself up and down continuously.

While fucking the pair of gorgeous masochistic, submissive superheroines, I'd realized that it was exhausting to do marathon sex with them - but there were ways to make it less exhausting for both of us. Kate's flying power meant she could just raise and lower her body on my cock without any exhaustion setting in, so once I'd gotten to the point of wanting a break, it was just a matter of casting the whole thing as an expression of 'submission,' and boom. I could have even more sex with Kate.

And Kate did look good like that, bouncing on my dick. Her sex was just oozing her juices all over my cock, a flush running down from her face to her tits. Her nipples were sharp and perky as she rose and fell on my cock, hot panting breaths escaping her throat. My hand reached up, casually groping her breast, and she gasped at the surprise touch, her whole body trembling in response. My hand then slid down her body, tracing out her gorgeous abs, and soon arriving at her groin, my fingertipss brushing along and down to her clit.

A sharp inhalation of breath was followed by a squeal of pleasure as I pinched her clit, and she moaned and jerked on my cock. I grabbed her by the hip, pulling her off my cock, repositioning her to one side. "Fuckpig came again, Sow," I told her, pretending to be annoyed rather than happy that my partner was orgasming. As far as sex was concerned, that kind of humiliation was what made Kate happy, after all. "She's such a quickshot. That makes sense, though. You are too." Both Kates flushed with color at the characterization. "Now," I said, putting one hand on her hip, "back on my cock, piggy."

"Oink, oink." Those words were more like a declaration of submission, than anything else - a way of nonverbally proclaiming her willingness to obey my every debauched whim. Like her twin, she was also wearing a blindfold, so I had to carefully guide her over to my dick - but the moment my tip brushed against her slit, she knew enough to manage to slide her whole body down my cock, moaning softly as she felt it penetrate her.

Her body was caked with sweat, her nipples hard, her inner thighs slick with her juices. I'd been making the pair go back and forth, again and again, dragging out the sex without actually coming myself. We'd been fucking for a solid hour without me orgasming once, and it wasn't for lack of trying. Once Sow had gotten herself positioned properly, her rhythm with my cock was much rougher than her twin's had been. She started to bounce up and down my cock. "Oink, oink," she gasped out, as she rutted atop me, her pussy drooling all over my cock. "Oink! Oink!"

One hand dragged Fuckpig over to rest next to me, letting her cuddle in just like her twin had been doing. My other hand reached up to casually slap Sow's tit, and she tightened up and slowed for a moment, her movements atop my dick almost coming to a stop. "Wow. Did you come just from having your tit slapped?" I said, my voice oozing contempt, making Kate somehow get even wetter around my cock.

"N-no, Master, no!" Her head shook rapidly, though she stopped bouncing on my dick to offer her defense. "I-I didn't come, really! I'm a good piggy, I didn't come."

"Really? You are just a huge quickshot," I said, casually groping her breast for emphasis, and she mewled softly as my fingers dug into the flesh of her tit. "But if you say you didn't come, then I'll trust you. You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Sow?"

"No! No, I wouldn't," she said, speaking with so much energy that I was honestly a little worried that she might have thought I was serious - if it wasn't for the fact that she immediately started to bounce on my dick again, using her flight to run that tight, muscular pussy of hers up and down my cock. "I'm a good piggy for Master, oink oink," she said, sounding actually delirious as she moved, rising and falling on my cock with an intense, manic, horny pace. "I never lie to Master, never ever," she breathed out.

Fuckpig opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, then opened it again - a cute and sexy little action, which made me grope her ass hard, earning a soft pant. "Something to say?"

"I-I'm sorry, f-for lying to you when we first met," she said, sounding on the verge of tears. "I promise, Master! I promise I'm a good piggy for you now, I won't ever lie to you again, I- I'll pay you compensation money for what I did wrong, Master, I'm- I'll do anything you say," she said, actually starting to blubber.

I gave her ass a smack to shut her up. "Do you think blubbering like that makes your master happy?" She shook her head rapidly. "No, it makes him sad. The fact that you were a bad girl before you met me just makes it more fun, to watch how much of a well-behaved little piggy you've become, Fuckpig," I told her, bopping her on the nose, then putting my finger into her mouth, letting her eagerly suck on it. "You do want to be a good piggy, right, Fuckpig?" She nodded around my finger, her tongue starting to lick at it, doing her best impression of fellatio as she slobbered all over it, growing increasingly enthusiastic as she worked it over, presumably mostly because it was the only thing she could really do at the moment, with her twin still bouncing on my cock.

Soon after that, Sow slammed her hips down my length and came, holding back a lewd, throaty moan as she came all over again, panting and gasping in response to the feeling. Her whole body trembled atop me, tits jiggling softly, her pussy going crazy - and combined with Fuckpig's eager finger-sucking, I went over the edge again, groaning as I unloaded inside her, my hips bucking up against her face.

Of course, I'd been fucking this pair for an hour, and before that, even longer, so my dick began to flag again. I just hooked a finger into Fuckpig's collar, a hand on Sow's hip, and guided both girls to lie in between my legs, their faces right next to my cock. They both tried to start to kiss, and lick, and suck my dick, struggling with their blindfolds still on to get me hard again, and I watched with a smile on my lips as Sow managed to start tonguing my balls, then Fuckpig found the side, sucking on it, sliding her lips up to the tip.

I'd been fucking the pair literally all night, though, and if there was ever an occasion for a guy to pass out after sex, it was then. I closed my eyes, fully intending to bask in the sensations, and instead just nodded off entirely, falling asleep as they continued to lick and suck.

I might have been unconscious and dreaming, but it wasn't like my brain was completely dead to the world outside. The feeling of their paired lips, combined with everything else, meant that my brain offered up what amounted to a fantasy scenario version of the same thing: the two Kates, in their hero outfits, kneeling in front of me, licking, lapping, and sucking on my half-erect cock, whimpering needily, begging for me to get hard again.

In the dream, there was a weird frustration that occurred, the contradiction between my need to continue dominating them, and the simple fact that my dick just would not get back up. In the dream, I had to say various degrading things to the pair: "You two are so bad at sucking cock, you can't even get a man hard? It's seriously pathetic. You're lucky I take pity on you two." Mostly, it was a way to buy time, at least in my head - in reality, I was at most mumbling as the Kates sucked my dick, until eventually they both gave up. At that point, in the dream I verbally berated them, and in reality they just passed out against me, all of us pretty exhausted from the marathon sex session.

* * *

"Vanessa, they're stuck," I said, gesturing to my Xico-clone. I'd checked on my Kate-clone, but he was passed the fuck out, and definitely didn't want to so much as stand up, much less make his way all the way to Star Heroic. "They're not unsummoning, or reabsorbing, or whatever."

"He's not?" She wiped at her face for a few seconds, then closed her eyes. "You did the things they were made for, right?"

"I definitely did a lot of them," my clone said, and Xico flushed a little.

"Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night," Vanessa said. "Just nightmares. Um." She pushed two fingers to her forehead. "I gotta find the original spell I cast, it's- whatever, there's not some clean fix or anything," she explained. "Like I can't just hocus pocus spell end. Sorry! I should be able to fix it, for real, it's just gonna take a bit. Uh. You're not developing a rebellious spirit or anything, are you?" Vanessa asked, squinting at my Xico-clone.

"I just want to spend time with Xico," my clone said. "She's just too cute to stay away from," he added, with a smile.

"That doesn't sound like a thing Roger would say," Vanessa said with a squint.

"Um..." Xico said, raising her hand. "He does... sometimes... think things... like that... well... dorky-cute things... he just... doesn't say them..." She fidgeted in a way that made it very obvious she wished I said them, and specifically, that she wished I said them constantly, all the time, to her. Her cheeks grew hotter at that thought, and her tongues nervously flicked out over her lips.

"Okay," Vanessa said, clapping her hands. "That sounds fine, then! I don't think anything bad should happen, if the spell lasts longer than expected..."

"You don't think?" I asked, a little worry entering my voice.

"I don't know! It's not like I cast this upcharged version of the spell all the time! But the worst thing that should happen would be, um, he disincorporates without you reabsorbing him."

"Oh... that would... be sad," Xico said. "I... want Roger... to also... remember the things... we did together," she said, her tails tangling anxiously behind her.

"Yeah. Yeah." Vanessa rubbed at her eyes again. "Okay. Just... let me think... um... the main thing that would burn you out would be trying to cast magic," she said, pointing at Roger. "Until I figure out how to fix it, I guess there's two Rogers."

"Three. The Kate one is also still around. He, uh, was asleep when I went to check on him."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah. Three. Alright." She closed her eyes again. "Whatever, talking about this won't fix it, I just gotta find my notes," she said, heading off.

My clone leaned down towards Xico, who actually floated up. "Xico," he whispered - and didn't say anything else. Xico flushed, though, presumably picking up something from his head that made her wear a happy smile, her tails curling on either side of her, and he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, making her blush grow sharper.

I definitely did not feel jealous of my own clone.

Definitely.

Can you imagine how pathetic that would be?

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