This choice: Someone Random Off The Street • Go Back... Jonny was ecstatic with all the possibilities waiting for him in his hometown. Maybe he’d see how the lovely housewife Zoey was doing, and pop a clone in her for a fat titjob while her husband’s out. Or maybe he’d stop by the new professor at the community college Samantha and check out some of the best and brightest from behind her hazel eyes. Maybe he could convince Mary to get up to something, or-
“Aaah! Watch out!” A girl’s voice rang out behind Jonny, too caught up in his daydreaming pacing through the park. He didn’t react quick enough, as Jonny felt some kind of impact to his right leg. He fell to the side, off the path and into the grass. It hurt. A lot.
In his infinite wisdom, Jonny did not expect getting hit by a bike today. While walking down the bike path at his neighborhood park.
“Son of a bitch…” he groaned, grabbing at his bruised leg. Thankfully nothing was broken - but it had been some time since he experienced this much pain separated from pleasure.
“I am SO sorry!” the same girl spoke up. Jonny looked up to see her off her bike and approaching frantically. A tall, brunette teen dressed for outdoor activity, with a tight pink athletic shirt and short jean shorts… showing off her long, luscious legs. She wore some Skechers and her long hair was held back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face while biking. Her cute, sleek face currently wore an expression of panic as she got closer to Jonny.
“I wasn’t paying attention back there!” She continued, looking more upset now that she saw Jonny grabbing at his right leg. His sharp yet casual outfit he strolled into town with was now soiled with the grass and mud just off the trail. “Are you okay?! Can you walk?”
“I think I’ll live.” Jonny unceremoniously grunted as he got to his feet. His leg still hurt like hell, but it could certainly support his weight. He winced a bit as he felt the goopy mud drip from his pants onto his socks and shoes. “You really came out of nowhere, huh.”
“I was practicing on speed today.” The brunette teenager avoided eye contact as she answered Jonny. “I, uh… I’m going to get going now.” She quickly turned away and started to make her way back to where her bike was stood… which admittedly got on Jonny’s nerves.
This chick didn’t have too much junk in the trunk (or in her shirt), but Jonny felt justified in getting a little bit of payback for ruining his outfit and possibly his leg as well. Looking around to ensure nobody was too close by, Jonny shot out a wispy clone of his consciousness towards the hit and run biker girl. Moving with the mischief of its source, the ethereal wisp darted towards the teen as she prepared to mount her bike again. It maneuvered through her thigh gap and straight upwards, seamlessly entering her body through her pussy. The girl’s whole body shuddered as Jonny watched with satisfaction. Finally, her green eyes clouded over in the same odd way Jonny’s victims usually did. They soon reverted, as if nothing was wrong. In fact, Jonny’s clone had taken full control of this teenaged girl’s body, locking her mind away as it puppeted her.
“Ooooh, I’m so sorry Jonny!” She turned around, ‘inexplicably’ knowing his name. The girl’s demeanor had changed, now acting a bit more ditzy as a mockery of her actual personality. “I almost left without even trying to make your leg feel better.” She gently laid her hands on Jonny’s thigh… gradually working them up to his crotch.
“Well, it’s hard to forgive someone when you don’t even know their name.” Jonny playfully batted her hands away for now.
She giggled, handing Jonny a student ID card from… his old high school! Not too surprising, all things considered. Sarah Trask was this little number’s name.
“It’s a bit too open out here, I know a little path in the woods nearby where you could rest.” ‘Sarah’ feigned concern, but she seemed more preoccupied with running her hands over her body, lingering just a bit too long between her legs.
“Please, I could use a rest.” Jonny snickered, following his clone’s lead as it led them both out of sight. Sarah’s bike was left alone on the path - she was shit at riding it anyway, Jonny thought.
***
“Been a while since I’ve done this outdoor-style.” Jonny said, laying himself down in a grassy clearing and undoing the dirty zipper on his pants.
“Fuck, this bitch is getting wet.” Sarah spoke, sliding down her shorts as well. True to her word, her plain-looking panties were growing ever more damp.
“What, does she get off on hitting people with her bike?” Jonny joked, predictably getting a laugh out of the both of them. Sarah wasted little time discarding her panties in a bush nearby, and sliding herself down onto Jonny’s cock.
“Maybe she gets off on riding strange men in the woods by her house.” Sarah mirrored Jonny’s grin as the clone began to move up and down. It was only fair that she’d do all the work.
“She’s an only child, so no sister funtime here.” She mock-pouted, before breaking character a bit to bite her lower lip before continuing. “Her parents are overseas too, actually, so she’s just staying with her cop uncle nearby.”
“Any friends?” Jonny cared little for these extraneous details when he had a pretty girl on his perch.
“No shit she’s got friends, ones you’d be interested in.” ‘Sarah’ spat. “Hope you like volleyball and gymnastics, ‘cause that’s all this cunt seems to be good at.” She picked up the pace of her gyrations. The clone saw Jonny tensing up a bit, and took the chance to remove Sarah’s top as well, showing of her B-cups well-contained by a trendy sports bra.
“Aren’t you gonna punish me for being such a naughty girl?” She teased, playing to Jonny’s tastes.
“It might be hard for you… to walk after this, too…” Jonny stammered, before a cathartic gasp. He ejaculated, shamelessly filling up Sarah with his cum as she moaned softly. The two were spent, Sarah resting on his chest for a minute before they both got up and straightened their clothes out.
“Fun little diversion, then.” Jonny said, now much less upset about his earlier run-in with Sarah Trask.
“So what next, boss? We ditching this bitch?” The clone asked, grinning as it lifted Sarah’s sports bra to flash Jonny before redressing.
Jonny was unsure himself. He certainly had other plans in mind. But maybe something new here is what he needed…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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