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Unfrozen
🕑 Added 2020-05-12 18:00:00 +0000 UTC
Caitlin Snow woke up. Killer Frost was there—her pale skin, her shock of blue lips, her platinum hair framing her entire cool face. She was slapping Caitlin, forcing her to a bleary consciousness Caitlin wasn’t ready for.
“Frost… what… what are you doing here? How can we both be here?”
“Don’t you remember?” Frost asked leadingly. “We were having a conversation, then there was that explosion—“
Caitlin could vaguely recall it. She’d been wearing a device to let her communicate directly with the personality known as Killer Frost in her subconscious. Then the lab had… blown up…
Frost kicked off her boots and unzipped the already skimpy uniform she wore. “Yeah. Now you remember. We’re unconscious, this is your subconscious, and we just have to wait here until you wake up.”
“What makes you think we’ll wake up?” Caitlin asked.
Frost stepped out of her costume. Underneath it, she wore a white bra and panties that could’ve been hoarfrost growing over her skin—tiny snowflakes allowing peeks through to her white cleavage, her bluish nipples. “Because, genius, if we were never going to wake up, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Obviously. So it’s only a matter of time until we’re back to the status quo.”
Caitlin sneaked a look at Frost, envying her her delectable curves, even though that made no sense on any level. Why should she feel abashed about looking at what amounted to her own body? Why should her own body seem more sexual when Frost was walking around in it? “Okay then. So what do you want to do until then?”
Frost came closer to Caitlin, wearing a sly grin. “What do you think?”
Suddenly she was tickling Caitlin, making her squeal. Caitlin was so unprepared for the act that she didn’t know what to do. She let out a laugh, felt Frost’s cool hands press through her clothing as she held her tight.
“Mmm. Been a long time since someone’s played with you. Even longer since you’ve played with yourself,” Frost teased.
Caitlin flushed, now tightly in Frost’s arms. She felt overwarm, but Frost’s embrace was cooling her. “How do you know about…”
“I’m in your head, remember? When you play with your little man in a boat, you play with me.” Frost started lifting Caitlin’s shirt, pulling it up to the soft black cups of Caitlin’s bra. “My turn to play with you…”
With the shirt up around Caitlin’s neck, Frost pulled her in like she was light as a stuffed animal. She crushed Caitlin’s mouth with a kiss that bent her backwards. Caitlin found her tongue automatically responding to Frost’s forcefulness, going into her double’s mouth and returning the strokes Frost’s tongue gave it. Then Frost ripped the shirt off of Caitlin entirely.
Crying out, Caitlin tried in vain to pull away from Frost. “No, don’t! That’s enough! I don’t want this!” She couldn’t squirm away from Frost’s hands, touching her and caressing her as no one else had ever touched her, not even herself.
Frost bore Caitlin down to the ground and pinned her down with the weight of her body. “Bullshit. We only have one brain, remember? You want this as much as I want this. Admit it. The last time you played with yourself, you thought about me. It scared you, but you came so hard. You want to do it all the time!”
For once, Caitlin didn’t know what to say—there was no analysis—all her thoughts were going in different directions. “Yes! All the time! No, Frost, quit it!”
“And it’s making you hot now, thinking of me fucking you! Isn’t it!?”
“Yes! My cunt’s all—please don’t touch it anymore—it’s all hot! It’s burning up!”
“I know what to do for it. I’ll make it all better!”
Caitlin trembled—Frost came up off her, kneeling over her prone body, and then… it was like an icicle forming in fast-forward. A strap-on appeared, projecting out from her groin, even wrapped around her waist by a loop of ice. A long, thick cock was jutting out to face Caitlin, only made of ice instead of flesh and blood. Frost smiled at Caitlin, stroking the artificial erection up and down.
“Lovely, isn’t it? Why don’t you suck it a little, just to keep you in practice for the real thing?”
Suddenly the strap-on was shoved into Caitlin’s mouth. And Frost was beside her, another Frost—a third Caitlin?—rubbing her cheek against Caitlin’s as it bulged with icy cock. Caitlin would never be able to eat a popsicle the same way again.
“Yummy, huh?” said the Frost that was kneeling with her at the strapped-in Frost’s feet. “Don’t worry, I’ll help. Isn’t it funny how guys dream about sucking their own dicks, but we get to actually do it?”
With Caitlin sucking the shaft—more like having her mouth forced open as Frost pumped into it—the other Frost licked almost delicately at the pair of frosty orbs that completed the phallic package. Snowballs, Caitlin thought.
And while she was gagging on Frost’s cock, the other Frost took both balls into her mouth and sucked them, moaning with pleasure, those piercing blue eyes glazing over as she watched Caitlin take every inch of the dildo into her mouth.
“For a woman who claims not to want this, you sure don’t have much of a gag reflex,” the Frost with the cock said. She pushed Caitlin down onto her back, then the Frost who’d been sucking balls pulled Caitlin over onto her belly.
“I don’t understand!” Caitlin moaned. “How are there two of you? How are you doing this?”
“We’ve been trapped down here a lot longer than you have,” one Frost said—Caitlin couldn’t see which and they both sounded exactly alike. “We’ve found ways to entertain ourselves.”
“And then there’s just how much we want to fuck you.” That had to be the Frost with the cock—she was kneeling behind Caitlin, fondling her ass, pulling her pants away… “Even you want to fuck you, Caitlin.”
“Let’s put some ice on that,” said the other Frost, and Caitlin cried out as her bra froze, becoming almost a set of icy clamps on her burgeoning, aching nipples. It actually brought a gasp of relief from Caitlin to have them finally touched, but then they hurt worse than ever—if pain was the right word for it. The feeling seemed more… immense than anything else.
“You have a gorgeous ass, Caitlin,” said the cocky Frost, hand going between Caitlin’s thighs, both Frosts laughing as they found she was wet. “And you’re definitely ready for it.”
“More than ready,” said the other Frost. “She’s long overdue.”
“Yeah, we’ve fucked everyone else—time to go fuck ourselves!”
Frost rammed the icy cock into Caitlin’s pussy. Caitlin’s overheated cunt clamped down, spasmed as it tried to hold out against the intrusion, but Frost was in, she was in, she was fucking Caitlin.
Caitlin’s head drooped, her long brown hair puddling on the floor underneath her. Pleasure was growing rapidly in her young body—she instinctively spread her legs wider, wanting more of it, wanting her burning pussy to keep throbbing with that ice-cock inside it!
“Mmmm… oh God, Frost… that feels… feels…”
“I know!” Frost purred, pumping her hips against Caitlin’s identical hips like they were two spoons in a silverware drawer, perfectly fitting together. “It feels good to me too—whenever I’m in control of our body, I fuck everyone I can. Men, women. Young, old. Eighty year old men who can barely get it up anymore, young boys who give me their first load of cum. But every time I ate pussy, every time I swallowed cum, I thought of you…”
The other Frost was lying back, touching herself as she watched them. Caitlin understood—a part of her was getting off on the very idea of fucking Frost, being fucked herself—she didn’t know anymore—it felt good!
She had to look back at Frost—see those glowing blue eyes watching with pure satisfaction the pleasure Caitlin took in being fucked. Then Frost stopped. Slowly she pulled the dildo out of Caitlin, her cunt lips bulging as they were dragged back by the strap-on’s pull. As it emerged, the cock shone with a glimmering layer of Caitlin’s juices. Frost tossed her head, her long white mane settling about her shoulders with majestic wildness. She looked as fucked as Caitlin felt.
“Come for me, Caitlin. It’s time for your prim and proper cunt to come.”
She slid the dildo back into Caitlin, who moaned, raising her hips higher, preening for the cock that was impaling her…
“Ohhh!” Caitlin cried, feeling her cunt burn with cold, boil until she couldn’t even feel the ice. “Oh yes—like that—Frost, Frost!”
Eyes rolling back in her head, she released, drowning her penetration in a surge of her nectar, splashing it against Frost’s lap as her double laughed triumphantly. There was nothing else like it. She’d just come harder than ever, harder than she’d come when she masturbated thinking of Frost, because now she was doing it, now she was letting Frost fuck her!
“Now it’s your turn,” Frost mewled, jolting Caitlin from her state of sexual bliss. “Time for good little Caitlin Snow to fuck.”
Caitlin opened her eyes. She’d changed places again—now she faced a Frost who was entirely naked, only a snowflake of white pubic hair above her wonderfully shaven pussy, her labia frostbite blue, which for some reason Caitlin found unspeakably arousing.
Caitlin reached out to her—touching the lips, stroking their little twists and turned, dipping inside and touching the wetness that actually felt warm. She penetrated inside with her index finger, felt the walls of Frost’s sex tighten on the intrusion. Caitlin felt with her thumb for Frost’s clitoris, as smooth and sleek as the surface of a frozen lake, and she rolled over it with the pad of her thumb. She could smell Frost’s arousal, so like her own…
“Very good, Caitlin,” Frost sighed. “You’ve thought about this for a long time, haven’t you? Now it’s finally happening. You’re going to get everything you ever dreamed about. My wet cunt. My tight ass. My big tits. All the dirty, sexy parts of yourself you liked to pretend weren’t there—time to play with them. I’m tired of being the only slut in your head.”
Caitlin reached out with her other hand, taking hold of Frost’s full breast. She balanced it in her slender fingers, palming the weight of it, pushing the nipple back into the flawless skin that surrounded it as she groped all of that creamy, milk-white flesh.
Frost moaned and laid back, sitting on her ass and opening her legs wide. Caitlin went down with her, kneeling between Frost’s thighs. Her breasts jiggled, nipples rubbing against the painfully pleasurable confines of her frozen bra. They were harder than ever: every breath, every movement summoning jagged little ecstasy into her tits.
Caitlin’s lips moistly parted with the heat of how turned on she was, unfolding her legs so they crossed over Frost’s thighs, the two of them forming an X with their bodies, spread legs shooting past each other, flesh pressed together. The down of their pubic hair—white-hot and mousy brown—intertwined.
“Touch yourself,” Frost mewled. “Touch us both.”
Caitlin reached down. Felt the selfishness of rubbing her lower belly, her slit, with her knuckles brushing against Frost’s sex too, feeling the heat on the outside of her hand as well as the inside of her palm. She started to mold the flesh of her groin, squeeze it in her fingers. Roughly, roughly than Frost had been with her. She dragged her fingernails across the folds of her pussy, the pain sending tingles throughout her body. She poked her tongue out as she absorbed the sensation—Frost leaned in to touch the tip of her tongue to Caitlin’s, the tiny kiss surprisingly sweet as Caitlin felt an orgasm coming to a boil inside her own soft flesh.
“You’ll be doing this a lot from now on,” Frost cooed. “And every time you do, you’ll be fucking me.”
Eyes closed as she rushed towards climax, Caitlin could only nod.
Comments
Shendude
Hot damn, that's damn hot! Love selfcest.
