Lexi could only let out a sharp gasp as she felt the animated outfit thrust itself upon her, her eyes going wide the moment of the ankle sock penetrated her body like a thick cock. It wasn't something she was entirely unaware of, if she was to be honest with herself. Lexi had a boyfriend, a rather egotistical self-centered quarterback for her college's team. If Lexi was even more honest with herself, she couldn't quite piece together why a living outfit comprised of her sister's dirty black long sleeved turtleneck, her own tight faded blue jeans, and a pair of her sister's white ankle socks with both pink colored toe line and heel, was reminding her of her boyfriend at all, aside from the fact that the outfit was thrusting itself upon her in a rather similar fashion. It didn't feel weird at all, which was probably the most startling thing of it all. Lexi was being fucked by a pair of living clothing that threw itself on her, and she didn't feel the least bit awkward about it.
Curious initial thoughts of her boyfriend, and how 'normal' the situation felt were thrown aside as the outfit upon her pulled out a bit, only to thrust even deeper inside, the sock itself seeming to rub its toes against the inside of her, the walls constricting hard against the animated cloth, as if trying to force it back out. It caused an immediate moan from Lexi, her mind giving away from the initial shock of it all, and suddenly easing quite nicely in to a lustful bliss, her eyes taking focus on the neck of the turtleneck shirt, tracing it down to the shoulders of the sleeves that held her down upon the ground, and finally resting upon those rather shapely breasts. They were Lexi's perfect C-cup size, just enough room for someone to play around with, but not enough to look like the perfect slut with breasts all but ready to burst out in to the scene due to some fashion mishap -- the kind of breasts Stacy herself were jealous off.
Stacy herself had a much larger, fuller B-cup size, the very same that would easily pop out of a topless dress if not contained properly, and had always both admired and hated her younger sister for her pair. Now however, that feeling bordered much more on admiration and far less on hatred, as in a fit of lust, her hands listlessly moved upwards to cup them. It was a shirt, Stacy's mind registered there quite clearly, but the feeling that was given underneath that shirt is where all the logic went haywire. There was nothing underneath that shirt at all, and yet groping those breasts came with the same feeling one would get as if groping the real thing. The shirt itself even moaned softly at the groping, as if it can feel such lustful intentions as well. 'Well, it had too.' Lexi thought 'Otherwise it wouldn't have helped the others in pinning me down to fuck.'
By now, only what must have been thirty seconds in, and the outfits thrusts were quick and rhythmic, her faded blue jeans could be felt each time getting close to her midsection, brushing up against it with it's cold bronze button with its open zipper, the ankle sock poking out as it pushed back in to her moist pussy. Even the legs were entwining itself around Lexi's bear legs, as if a real couple was facilitating this all. It was at this point that Stacy's sister was forgotten entirely. The notion that she was currently being fucked by her own red stripped white knee high socks in the mouth, with her star speckled socks doing the same to that pussy wasn't even anywhere in Lexi's mind; all that mattered was what was happening to her now.
