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Helena looks at me expectantly. "Ready?"
"Probably not," I chuckle. "But go for it..."
She taps around on her data pad, and the smooth gray walls around us flicker for a second.
And then we're suddenly standing in some kind of fancy bedroom.
"Huh," I murmur to myself, staring at the big bed in the middle of the room. Looks comfy. Absentmindedly, I run my hand over the sideboard next to us. It feels so real.
"It's pretty impressive, isn't it?" Helena states, and all I can do is hum in agreement.
My eyes land on the couch on the other side of the room - and the girl sitting on it. When I recognize her, my mouth falls open.
Helena smirks and wiggles her eyebrows at me. "You like her?"
Baffled, I look back and forth between them. "Helena, what the hell?" A few moments later, everything clicks into place, and I understand where this is supposed to go. Why this is a bedroom. "Oh, you can't be serious!" I take a deep breath and try to lower my voice. "That's me! Sixteen-year-old me!" I hiss at her, as if she weren't aware of that fact.
"You were just as pretty at that age," she comments with a shrug.
"You are so fucked up!" I run a hand through my hair and shake my head. "She's a kid!"
"Sofiya. She's not real," Helena reminds me calmly.
"Yeah, well, she looks real!"
"She's not."
The girl is simulated, as is the whole room. Sim tech has existed for a while, but not on this level. Not this real. It's some new and experimental stuff, cutting-edge technology, and Helena knows the guy who built it. She said we'd have a fun evening together, and that I'd be in for a surprise - so I already assumed it was going to be a sex thing. Probably something strange, because she can't resist an opportunity to mess with my head in some way.
But this? This is a new degree of unhinged.
I glance at this younger me, sitting on the couch and bouncing her leg nervously. Can she even hear us? So far, she hasn't reacted to us at all.
"So what, I'm supposed to watch you fuck a teen version of me?" I huff, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"No." Oh, thank God. "I actually assumed you'd join us."
Mouth agape, I stare at her. "You can't be serious."
"I mean, if you'd rather just watch..."
I can't believe we're having this conversation. "She's me! That would be like... incest, or something!"
Helena chuckles and puts her hand on my arm, as if I'm being the ridiculous one here. "Sofiya. First - she's not real."
"Still!"
"Second - it'd be more akin to masturbation, in my opinion."
Are we seriously debating the semantics of sleeping with another version of yourself right now? Unbelievable. I glance at the girl - this kid - and frown, still trying to process the whole setup. It's so fucked up.
Helena strokes my face and gently lifts my chin to make me look at her. "Sofiya, again, she's not real. I figured it'd be a fun little experience," she explains, her voice soft. "Something we don't get to have in our normal life."
I sigh and gnaw on my lip. She's not wrong. And it's not like I'd mind a threesome, in general. Still, this is messed up. She wants us to fuck a sixteen-year-old. Not just any - sixteen-year-old me. It's so inappropriate on so many levels.
...then why does the thought alone make me feel all tingly inside? Maybe precisely because it is so wrong, so taboo. Damnit. Helena is really ruining me, isn't she? I get lost in her eyes for a few long moments, then I let out another sigh. Fuck it.
"Fine."
"That's my good girl," she praises me with a big smile, pulling me into a kiss. She seems very elated at this whole prospect. I can't believe I just agreed to this. "Why don't you go talk to her?"
I give her one last doubting frown before strolling over to the couch.
The girl looks up with a nervous smile. "Hi."
"Hi." I sit down next to her. "I'm... Sofiya."
She's stumped for a second, then she laughs. "No way, that's my name, too! But everyone just calls me Fia."
"That's a funny coincidence," I chuckle, trying to ignore the weirdness of this whole encounter. "It's nice to meet you, Fia. That's Helena."
"Hi."
We sit in awkward silence for a moment - Helena, leaning on the sideboard with that predator smile of hers, probably loves seeing us squirm like that.
"Sweetie, do you know why you're here?" I ask softly. Fia looks at her feet and nods. "And you're okay with that?"
Another nod. "Yeah. I'm just a little nervous, because I've never..." she trails off and blushes.
Well, at least I'm not expected to seduce her, that's something - or worse, force her. I wouldn't have put it past Helena to make this some kind of coercion scenario, just to fuck with my head even more. Maybe she knows me well enough to realize that this would be the line I couldn't cross. Yes, this girl - this young me - isn't real, but I still couldn't hurt her. Looking at her, I feel strangely protective of her. God, how vulnerable I was at that age, how unhappy...
I stroke her cheek and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's okay, you're going to be fine. I promise."
Fia gives me a grateful, shy smile, and I study her face. It's almost a little creepy how well Helena hit my likeness with her little simulation. I don't even want to know how she acquired the image material she probably needed for the model.
"You're really pretty," Fia suddenly blurts out. Her face takes on a deeper shade of red, and she lowers her gaze.
"So are you," I chuckle. And I mean, she is. I was actually a very cute girl, back then, even though I always felt like an awkward weirdo. Maybe that's just a teen girl thing. I definitely grew more comfortable in my skin over the years, and what also helped was that I started to eat like a normal person and put on a few pounds, developed some curves. She's so skinny.
Helena, meanwhile, has made herself a drink - how does that even work in here? Is it real? - and wordlessly joins us on the couch, sitting on my other side. She looks at me expectantly, and I know what she wants me to do.
I stroke Fia's cheek again. "Can I kiss you?"
She nods shyly, and I bridge those few inches between our faces for a gentle kiss. When she lets out a little sigh and parts her lips, I slip my tongue into her mouth. Burying my hand in her hair, I pull her closer. God, this feels so nice. There's this tiny voice in my head, reminding me that I'm kissing a sixteen-year-old - sixteen-year-old me - and another voice countering that it's fine because she's not real. So many conflicting feelings right now.
Our kisses get more intense, and within a couple of minutes, we're full-on making out. The little moan Fia lets out is very hot, and I'm starting to see why Helena likes all the pathetic noises I usually make so much.
I vaguely register the sound of a zipper next to me, then Helena shifts around a little. I turn toward her, and my jaw drops.
She wiggles her eyebrows at me and gives me a smug grin while casually stroking a massive cock. "Told you that you'd be in for a surprise."
"Holy shit," I murmur, eyes glued to that thing. This sure is a sight. I'm used to seeing her with a huge strap, but this is something else. It looks so real.
Almost hypnotized, I stretch out my hand toward it, because I need to feel it. Helena intercepts and grabs my wrist, squeezing it so hard it hurts.
"Are you such a cock-hungry little slut that you forget all your manners?" she scolds me in a stern voice.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I scramble. "May I please touch it, Sir?"
"That's better."
She lets go of my hand and I can finally touch her cock. Carefully stroking it, I still can't get over how real this looks and feels - it literally pulses in my hand. I rub over the precum that's building up at the top, spreading it around, then lick it off my thumb. It tastes real, too.
I give it a few more strokes. "Can you feel this?"
"Yes."
"Fuck."
Helena watches me being absolutely mesmerized for a moment before suggesting: "Why don't you teach our little one what to do with one of these, hm?"
I turn around to Fia, who seems to be equally in awe, mouth agape. God, it's so cruel to have her deal with such a monster cock. It's going to split her open once Helena fucks her - which she definitely will. Poor thing, this is going to hurt.
Unfortunately, the thought alone makes my pussy tingle. Fuck, Helena is undeniably corrupting me. It's fine, she's not real.
I grab Fia's hand and give her an encouraging smile. "Come on."
We both get on our knees in front of Helena, sitting there with her cock out, smirking down at us. This sure is an image that will stay with me for a while.
"It's so big," Fia whispers almost to herself. She hesitantly reaches out her hand, then stops halfway through and looks up at Helena. "Can I...?"
"It's all yours, my dear."
Mesmerized, she wraps her fingers around it very carefully, as if she's afraid to break it somehow.
"Do you feel it pulse?" I ask. She nods, fascinated. "You can grip it a bit harder." She does as she's told and gives it a few strokes, unable to pull her eyes away from it. "Want to try putting it in your mouth?"
"It's so big," she repeats, sounding a little scared.
"Just lick it a little, for a start," I encourage her. Is it bad that I can't wait to see her choking on that cock?
Fia does as she's told and gives the tip a couple of tentative licks. Then she gets a bit bolder and runs her tongue up the whole length, all while Helena is watching her intently, the hint of a smile on her lips. God, why is this such a hot view...
"That's it, just like that, sweetie," I praise her when she takes the tip into her mouth and starts gently sucking on it. "You're doing great."
Being the good girl that she is, she puts some effort into it, slowly working her way down, which is not an easy feat. I remember the first few times Helena had me suck massive cocks like this, how much I struggled - and how much she always loves to see me struggle.
I drag my gaze away from Fia, her mouth full of cock, and look up at Helena, who seems very pleased with this whole situation. Then she casually puts her hand on Fia's head, petting it lightly, and smirks at me. Oh, I know that look... Part of me wants to tell her not to do what she's planning. But it's not like I could stop her, so I content myself with giving her a disapproving frown.
Without warning, Helena pushes Fia's head down, making the poor girl gag at the sudden invasion. But she's a trooper and continues her sucking without complaints, despite the tears welling in her eyes. Helena gives me a self-satisfied grin.
"You're doing great, sweetie," I murmur, stroking Fia's hair to comfort her a little and ignoring the pang of guilt inside me.
She really is doing great though, taking a lot of this monster cock and working it in deeper. Seems like she's getting the hang of it - or Helena just programmed her with good blowjob skills. Because yes, I have to remind myself of that again - she's not real. This is not a real sixteen-year-old choking on Helena's massive cock. She's a simulation. It's okay. No need to feel bad about it.
Fia gets into the zone, the room is filled with slurping noises and the occasional gagging, and I can't stop staring at this obscene image. This girl, this younger me, sucking a huge cock like she has never done anything else in her life. I'm dripping wet.
Helena eventually closes her eyes and leans her head back, breathing heavier. Other people would have started moaning by now, but she's not exactly vocal in that regard. I'm once again contemplating the functionality of this whole simulation - how much can she actually feel? Is it genuinely like getting your cock sucked?
I'm pretty sure she's about to cum. Should I warn Fia? I should, I really should, because Helena isn't going to. It would be really mean not to.
Yet I stay quiet, watching, anticipating. A moment later, Helena exhales audibly and buries her hand in Fia's hair, holding her in place. The poor girl's eyes go wide when Helena shoots a hefty amount of cum deep inside her throat, but once again, she prevails and swallows it all as best as she can. When Helena finally pulls out, Fia coughs, a drop of cum running down her chin.
I pull her into a quick kiss, savoring her taste. "You did amazing, sweetie," I murmur against her lips, kissing her one more time. "Such a good girl." What a strange feeling, being the one to say that for once.
"Let's move this to the bed," Helena announces, eager to continue. "And lose your clothes on the way, please."
I get up and hold my hand out to Fia, grinning at her. "Come on."
Another kiss, and I love how she still tastes like cum. I really enjoy making out with her, even though she's only sixteen, and also technically me, and also very much not real. Or maybe because of that?
I pull my dress over my head in one quick swoop and can see Fia blushing. That blush intensifies when I shove my hands under her shirt, and like the good girl she is, she raises her arms to help me get it off, despite appearing a little nervous about the impending nakedness.
"Such a pretty girl," I praise her, running my hands over her body.
Her pants and my underwear follow quickly, and after another passionate kiss, I spin her around and press her against me, presenting her to Helena. Usually I am the one who is getting shown off like this - but today, someone else is inhabiting the role of fucktoy to be used. Well, technically still me...
I get momentarily distracted by the view - while we were busy making out, Helena actually dropped all her clothes, too, which is such a rare treat. She almost never gets naked completely. But now she's standing there, hand on her hip, smirking at us, not at all coy about displaying her raging hard-on. Somehow, fully exposed like this, it looks even bigger.
She steps up to us, wedging Fia between us and poking her with her cock. Fia gulps and shyly drops her gaze, but Helena grabs her chin, forcing her to look her in the eyes. The poor thing must be so intimidated. When Helena kisses her roughly, she lets out a little whimper that is music in my ears. I always assumed I would be terribly jealous seeing Helena kiss another girl, but this is incredibly hot.
I use the time to rid Fia of her underwear, and now that we're all naked, I am very giddy for what's to come.
"Lie down on the bed," Helena commands sternly.
"Yes, Sir," Fia mutters promptly, and it almost makes me a little proud how much of a good girl she is.
She gets on the bed, and Helena wastes no time towering over her menacingly. I lie down beside them and gently stroke Fia's hair.
"Don't worry, sweetie. You'll love it."
Of course she will - but first, it's going to hurt, so I try to soothe her a little.
Helena puts her cock over Fia's stomach, and the implication of how deep this is going to go sure is something. Poor girl.
Looking at me, Helena's smirk gets bigger. "You want me to fuck your tight little teen cunt?"
Oh, this is such a messed-up thing to say. And Fia looks so scared - which she should be, because this thing is going to split her open. But holy shit, that sight in combination with Helena's question just sent a jolt straight into my pussy.
"Please," I whisper, gnawing on my lip.
She positions herself at Fia's entrance, rubbing the tip along her slit a few times to raise the tension even more. Knowing Helena, she's going to ram it inside her in one go.
"Just relax, sweetie," I murmur half-heartedly, then decide I need to distract her at least a little bit, and pull her into a kiss. From the pained squeal she suddenly lets out, I know Helena is pushing her cock in. "Shhh, it's okay. Just try to relax. It'll only hurt for a second, I promise." But her complaints continue and a few tears run down her face. "You're going to be fine."
She whimpers in response, and I should feel terrible - having your virginity taken by such a massive cock must hurt so bad. I shouldn't put her through this.
Unfortunately, every little noise she produces, every whimper and moan in pain, only makes me wetter, and part of me wants her to be in even more pain. When did I turn into a sadist? Is it just because she's technically me, so this is some convoluted extension of my masochism?
Whatever it is, I can feel my own juices dripping down my legs, and without thinking, I shove a hand between my thighs, dipping two fingers in and out of my sopping wet cunt.
Helena meanwhile managed to sink the whole length of cock inside our little plaything here. Fia lets out another moan and closes her eyes when Helena grips her hips harder and slowly thrusts into her. I think she's starting to enjoy it.
God, I can't take my eyes off that huge cock stretching out that little teen pussy. What a sight.
"How does she feel?" I ask, completely mesmerized, while rubbing my clit.
"Way too small and tight," Helena grins, getting a moan from me in response. "If you want to fuck her yourself, I can give you a cock, too."
I chuckle at that offer. "I'm good, thanks. I just really like the view."
Helena pushes in deeper, teasing the most delicious little whimper out of Fia. Before I can stop myself, I put my free hand on her clit and start rubbing gently. "You're taking her so well. Such a good girl," I praise her, nuzzling into her neck. "Our perfect good girl."
All these noises Fia makes are driving me crazy, and judging by her moans, it probably won't take much longer to get her off. As if she's reading my mind, Helena starts fucking into her harder, and I intensify the rubbing of her clit. Poor thing is going to die of overstimulation, and it will be the most beautiful sight.
Fia's moans are getting almost desperate, and I pick up the pace even more. "You want to cum for us, sweetie?" I ask, as if I didn't know the answer.
"Uh-huh," she whimpers. "Yes, please." She's such a good girl, it's unbelievable.
I press down on her clit, and that pushes her over the edge and turns her into a twitching, moaning mess, her face distorted in pained pleasure. She arches her back, gasping, and thrusts herself deeper onto Helena's cock.
"That's it, cum on that big cock," I talk her through her orgasm. "Such a good girl, cumming so well for us. Don't stop." I keep rubbing her clit to draw out the orgasm, intensifying it, and I almost don't want it to end.
Even Helena can't keep silent anymore, and a strained moan escapes her - that tight little cunt must squeeze her so well. She roughly pumps inside Fia a few more times, then grips her hips hard to hold her in place and thrusts as far into her as she can, cumming deep inside her. The thought of flooding Fia's insides with cum is what finally drives me over the edge, too, and I feel the orgasm wash through me. My whole body tenses up for a second, then the release dissolves into a warm wave of pleasure. I let out a couple of short, labored breaths and nuzzle my face against Fia's, kissing her cheek.
Fuck, this was amazing.
We're all three trying to catch our breath, then Helena pulls out and admires her work. I know how much she loves pretty cunts dripping with cum, and right now I definitely see the appeal. It is a beautiful sight, how it's seeping out of Fia like that.
I am well aware that I should probably give her a break, Fia just had a mind-blowing orgasm - but I can't help myself and start rubbing her cunt, spreading the cum around a little. When I push two fingers inside her, she rewards us with a few pretty whimpers. How does she expect us to stop if she keeps making noises like that?
Helena straddles Fia's chest, getting a confused look in return. I know exactly what's coming now - poor thing. She's not going to enjoy it. But she is going to take it, of course she is. Our perfect good girl.
"You made a mess, my sweet little thing," Helena announces and unceremoniously shoves her - still hard - cock into Fia's mouth. "You need to clean that up."
Despite a few noises of protest, she immediately gets to work, trying to deal with this sudden invasion.
As much as I love the sight of her getting face-fucked, I still can't pull myself away from that pretty little cunt, so I settle between her legs. I just want to have a better look, maybe finger her some more - but then I can't stop myself and shove my tongue inside her. God, how sweet she tastes, and how her own juices mix with the cum still dripping out of her...
Fuck. I am eating Helena's cum out of my teen self's cunt. This is so wrong.
This is the hottest thing I've ever done.
I completely lose myself in that taste, lapping away at her, barely registering anything around me anymore. Just this beautiful cunt and my tongue, and her taste. Heaven.
I have no idea how long I torment Fia like this, but eventually she cums again, her legs twitching around my head, her hips thrusting against me, and her pussy gushing for me. I can hear her moans, muffled by Helena's cock in her mouth, and it must make her suck harder because Helena, too, lets out a few satisfied sounds.
Helena gets off of her - did she cum again, too? - and I crawl up, lying on top of Fia, stroking her face. Our perfect little toy.
"You okay?"
"Uh-huh," she whimpers, still breathing hard from her last orgasm, and I pull her into a kiss.
We start making out, and I vaguely register Helena getting into position behind us. Is she going to fuck that poor girl again? Then her cock nudges at my own entrance, and I automatically arch my back to give her better access. Without hesitation, she shoves the full length inside me, and I moan into Fia's mouth.
"God, Helena," I whimper, focusing on the feeling of getting stretched out so well. This thing is amazing.
Helena grips my hips and starts relentlessly pounding into me, hitting my cervix. Fuck, this hurts, but I definitely don't want her to stop anytime soon. Fia watches my face, mesmerized. This position can't be particularly comfortable for her, with me lying on top of her with my full weight while I'm getting fucked from behind, but she doesn't complain. Of course she doesn't, she's our good girl.
It doesn't take long for Helena to get me off again, she knows exactly where all my weak spots are - and her huge cock sure helps. When the orgasm hits me and I can feel my pussy twitch hard, clenching around her cock, she cums inside me and fills me up. How many rounds can she go with that thing?
She pulls out and taps my ass, not even giving me time to recover.
"Sit on her face," Helena instructs me. "She's very good at cleaning up."
Oh, that's so mean... But considering the fact that I am also a good girl, I don't have much choice but to do as I'm told, right? Fia looks up at me, a little dazed, and I carefully lower myself on her face. She immediately gets to work using her mouth on me.
Oh, she is good. "Oh, God. Yeah, just like that, sweetie," I moan, grinding against her face.
Fia suddenly moans too, which sends nice vibrations right through my pussy, and I glance over my shoulder. Seems like Helena is fucking her again - is she still hard? Right, her cock is not real, and therefore not bound by the typical limitations. It felt so good inside me earlier that I almost forgot about that fact.
I have no idea how many more orgasms each of us has over the next few hours, and how much more cum Helena pumps out of her massive cock, it all blends together. But even Helena's stamina isn't endless, and eventually we stop our little fuck session. My whole body feels like rubber, I don't think I could walk now if I tried.
Basking in the afterglow, I snuggle into Helena's arms. Fia is curled up on her other side, peacefully sleeping already. This was an amazing evening, but I probably don't want to think about it too hard, because it actually is pretty messed up. We tag-teamed a sixteen-year-old. Is it more or less messed up that it's sixteen-year-old me?
"So, did you enjoy our little adventure?" Helena asks, nuzzling into my hair.
"Definitely enjoyed your little appendage," I chuckle, running my fingers along her now flaccid cock. She sure seems very comfortable with it. "...and the rest, too, yeah," I finally admit.
"Glad to hear."
"Still can't believe you made me do this."
"Didn't take much convincing."
"Because you're a bad influence," I object. "Always corrupting me." Talking is starting to get really hard and my eyelids heavy.
"Want to do this again sometime?"
"Hmm, maybe," I concede. Yeah, I think I'd like that.
We're both silent for a moment, and I can already feel myself dozing off. Nice and cozy - I'm going to sleep like a baby tonight.
Helena absentmindedly strokes Fia's hair. "I should make her even younger next time," she suddenly states.
If I weren't already half asleep, I'd protest, but all I can manage is a groan. She's probably just messing with me.
I hope she is.