Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ She's Just Like Him ❯ She's Just Like Him ( One-Shot )

The sun rose over the city. Its beams shone through the blinds near where a man slept. A blanket was draped over his lower half, while his upper body was bare. Said upper body was pretty well toned, with very few bits of hair dotting the chest. His head had a charming look to it, even if his eyes were closed. Topping said head was a basic hairdo. It had small locks going to and fro, all while keeping relatively short. His lower half, albeit covered, was just as toned as well. But the main focus was his penis, which stood erect as if it were a hairless tower. It was a beautiful dong, even if it stood at nine and three-quarter inches. In fact, there is a reason it is erect. The man was having an erotic dream.

In said dream, he was at a bar. His eyes were locked onto a woman, herself not even lacking in good looks. The woman approached him, and began to make out with him without so much as a hello. Both of their eyes were closed as their tongues clashed repeatedly. To heighten the passion, the woman lowered her head towards his crotch, giving it light passes with her hands. She unzipped them slowly, looking up with a teasing appeal. Once the pants were loose, she yanked them down, revealing the dick. Her lips wrapped around the tip ever so slightly, suckling on it as if it were merely a nipple. Something was odd about the feel of it. To the man, the lips felt as if they were real. Either way, he moaned at the woman. She took in more and more, gradually increasing her movement. The man continued to moan in sheer delight, not even realizing that something was off here. But before he knew it, a redheaded Irish woman was yelling at them.

“OI!” she said. “Take yer session elsewhere! We don't wanna scare off the customers!” Naturally, the man didn't listen, for he was close to climaxing. The woman then brought out a baseball bat, and swung hard at the man's head.

He woke up in his bed with a gasp and more moaning. The feeling of the dream woman's blowjob didn't stop, and he really was close to blowing his load. His breathing was deeper, and one of his hands shot towards his crotch. When he placed his hand down, he felt something weird. It wasn't just his penis covered by a blanket. No, it was the feel of a humanoid head. Alas, he didn't even care because, well, he was getting easy head. His pelvis began to thrust into the head, and before he knew it, he released a good amount of jizz. Panting, he laid there, feeling a tad spent. Then, he felt his hand trace the backside of a womanly figure. Before he knew it, he was face-to-face with a woman. A grin popped up on his lips, recognizing the woman from his dream.

“Hey babe…” he said in his usual seductive tone. “I think you were in my dream.”

“Oh was I?” she replied in a sultry tone. “Or maybe you were the man I was blowing in my dream…” This caused the man to chuckle. Then he pulled the woman closer to him, locking both lips and tongues with her. They continued the kiss for a good three minutes.

“By the way, name's Calisto.” he said soon after their slow breakaway.

“Cute name. Mine's Calypso.” she replied. The man then took a closer look at her. Not only was she the woman from the dream, but she also looked similar to him. Of course, she had a more feminine appearance on her face as well as longer hair. But other than the female traits being prominent, she appeared to have the same physical traits as he did: same height, same toned arms and legs, even the same eye and hair color. It was as if she were a female version of him.

“Well then, Calypso…” He pushed her to one side and got on top. “I think we're going to have ourselves a fun time.” As he looked down, Calisto saw Calypso's naked body, seemingly inviting him inside. His penis, still erect, felt like it had an undying need to enter her moist vagina. Without missing a moment, he forcefully plunged himself into the woman, causing her to arch her back and moan considerably. Calisto then continued his slow but deep thrusting, locking eyes with Calypso. She, on the other hand, wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him a bit closer. Her legs were trying to get around the back of his pelvis, succeeding after a few moments. Eventually, she forced both of them to roll over, releasing her arms and legs from their positions. Calypso's hands were now on Calisto's shoulders, and she bouncing on his dick, moaning with each slap of her body. Their eyes still looked at each other, in an almost passionate stare down. Suddenly, she pulled him up to a sitting position, and kissed him once more. They both had their arms around each other, holding on tightly. Calisto moved his hips up and down, adding to the pleasure. They broke away from their kiss so they could breathe. Not long after, Calisto pushed his mate to the ground rather forcefully. He then jumped on top of her, landing in an accessible position with his arms pinning hers. Calypso looked to either side, then glared at him.

“That the best you got, pretty boy?” she growled, wanting more action.

“Oh come on, now you're just begging for me to go harder.” he replied, re-entering her opening. He pushed himself in more aggressively, causing her to moan louder. Though they were already feeling intense pleasure amongst each other, Calypso broke free of his hold. She pulled him out of her, and stood up. Calisto followed suit, only to be greeted by her forcing him against the wall. She spread her legs, letting him insert himself back into her, and continued her movements. Her vagina clenched around his throbbing member, forcing a groan out of him. Calisto then grabbed Calypso around her midsection and right leg, and forced her to turn around. Then, he pressed her against the very wall his back was against, thrusting more forcefully.

“What, you trying to outdo me, bitch?” he said in an aggressive tone. “Because clearly, you've got ways to go for that to happen!”

“Aw shut up and fuck me like a real man would!” she replied back in the same tone. She then tripped him up and forced him back on the bed. Immediately, she hopped back onto his knob and started grinding against him roughly. Calisto, still not wanting to be outdone, grabbed her hips and forced her to move up and down on his wood. Both were groaning and moaning, but still kept a practical death glare on each other. Without warning, he forced both of them to switch sides, leaving her on the bottom at his mercy. All this time, Calisto tried to hold back a second climax. Though this feeling started when he was against the wall, his hold was beginning to slip, until finally…

“GAHHHHHHHH!” he screamed, pressing his hips against hers hard. His semen shot out from his pecker and filled up Calypso's pussy halfway. He then fell over to one side, panting. She was panting too, having climaxed around the same time he did.

“Holy shit, Calypso…” he gasped. “You… you're one aggressive bitch.”

“And you, Calisto…” she responded. “You got quite the power in your ways.” Then, the phone rang. Calisto grumbled as he walked out of bed to get it.

“What the fuck do you want?” he growled.

“Cali, we were supposed to go take care of that fox girl today.” said a man on the other end of the phone.

“Your point?”

“We're too late now, fuck face. She's already fled town with her fiancee.”

“Ah fuck off, Mal, I was busy.” With that, he slammed the phone back into the receiver. His eyes then caught a now clothed Calypso. She was wearing a thick strap around her chest and had on cargo shorts. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, just away.” she said coyly. “Not like I'm vanishing off Earth.” She then pulled in Calisto in for one final kiss.

“So that's it. You're just gonna fuck me and leave me.” he responded. Then, a grin spread across his face. “If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're a cloned version of myself.”

“I could be… but I wouldn't hop to conclusions just yet.” She then walked out through the front door. “Oh, by the way? You need a better lock system. This one's shitty.” She grinned, leaving his home.