Michelle and Her Husbands
When her husband makes a world-changing scientific breakthrough, he and his wife know exactly what to do to celebrate. That's right, clone orgy!!
This story was written for Serling as part of my Patreon request days for the month of December 2018. It contains sex between a lady and multiple men, all consenting adults, and cloning related shenanigans. :3
Michelle and her Husbands
For years, Michelle had known of the ultimate goal for her husband's research, and for years she had joked that when he finally achieved it, they should use it to enhance their sex life. She had been kidding of course, to begin with at least, but over the years more than once they had slipped into some fun, playful and increasingly kinky role-play sessions based on that very premise which had left the Staffordshire terrier breathless and spent. The more occasions on which they indulged that idea, the more time she spent entertaining the thought of how much more lewd and wonderful it might have been if it really was some clone of her husband fucking her. Experiencing its own first ever sexual experience within her arms, rather than just her husband himself playing the role of one such clone, albeit sometimes with different personality flaws in the cloning matrix to make him act more dominant, more submissive, or generally to allow them to explore whatever kink they wanted to try out together under the guise of it not being their choice, but something the supposed clone craved.
Of course, as the years went on her husband's research remained promising but theoretical, thus he was hired for other more mainstream projects and his cloning research was relegated to being conducted in his own time within the private lab attached to their house. As a result Michelle accepted that those fantasy scenarios she and her lover shared were likely to remain just that. Fantasy. But, on the day that Michelle received a frantic series of text messages from her husband while she was at work, culminating with a final flurry of exclamation points followed by two simple words...
'It worked.'
...the staffie was a little embarrassed to admit that even as she found someone to cover for her and raced home to congratulate and be with her husband during this milestone of modern scientific genius, she couldn't help but think back to their fantasies. To their role-play, and to the times when they had lain in bed at night with her husband cuddling her from behind, cock grinding between her plump buttocks as he reached around and fondled her throbbing clit, and whispered to her stories of all the ways that two, three, four or any number of his clones would take her and fuck her senseless as soon as the technology existed to let them do so.
By the time she arrived at the front of her home, hurriedly closing the car door behind her and racing to the door, Michelle's face was red beneath her brindle fur and she was increasingly convinced that the first thing she was going to do to congratulate her husband was fuck him right there in the lab. She knew it was selfish and greedy, she knew that right now probably the last thing on her husband's mind was sex, but that didn't stop her from wanting it so very badly, nor from helplessly fantasising about the fact that reality aside, he and all his clones would no doubt want it too. She fumbled for her keys, forced them into the lock and pushed her way into the house. She slammed the door behind her with a call to her husband which she hoped didn't sound too strained or overtly horny.
"Micah, honey? I'm here. Are you in the lab?"
She was almost certain that he was, and thus that he wouldn't be able to hear her from the front of the house. Instead though, the familiar voice of the man with whom she had shared more than half of her thirty seven years rang out to her not from the rear of their home's ground floor where the stairs descended to the basement lab, but from the upper floor.
"I'm in the bedroom. C'mon up."
There was something about his tone which made Michelle's heart race, and as she set down her bag, kicked off her shoes and tossed her suit jacket to the floor in a crumpled heap, Michelle swore that she could hear something; a slight rustling of movement as she hurried up the stairs towards that sound and towards her husband's promised location. It was winter, thus it was already getting dark out despite Michelle having left work over an hour early, but for some reason the upstairs lights were still off. In her haste to reach her husband though Michelle made no effort to turn them on as she ascended the stairs. Nor as she crossed the hallway and reached the bedroom itself did she consider why even that room's light was conspicuously absent despite her husband's apparent presence within. It was only when she entered the near pitch dark room and fumbled for the light switch that she received her answer, eyes bulging as the room was illuminated... and she felt her pussy convulse within her panties as though she was about to cum right then and there.
Lying and sitting upon the bed, standing around it, resting against the walls, the dresser and the closet with matching bashful yet cheeky smiles upon their adorable faces, were over a dozen perfect replicas of Micah. More than twelve copies, more than a dozen clones of that same lithe raccoon with the slight kink in his fluffy tail and the notch taken out of the tip of his right ear. Unmistakably, undeniably Micah... only far more so than should have been possible by any laws of nature which had existed apparently right up until today. And if that wasn't enough to make Michelle's mind reel and her heart thunder with wondrous joy and pride in her husband's achievement... they were all stark naked, and erect as they waited for her.
"Told you I was in the bedroom..."
One of them murmured teasingly.
"Although, to be fair I'm also still in the lab."
Another added, the others chuckling and nodding in agreement.
"And last time I checked, I think one of me was making a sandwich in the kitchen too."
They laughed and grinned at one another, all sharing the same sense of pride that their progenitor possessed... whichever of their number he may have been. As their mirth trailed off though, several of them took on a look which wasn't exactly more serious, but definitely had an intent behind it that wasn't simply for good humour. They licked their lips as more of their number did the same, and before long one of them, the raccoon who had made the joke about the sandwich, stepped forward from where he was leaning against the closet door. He reached out a hand towards Michelle just as her husband had a thousand times before when inviting her into bed, or into the shower, or simply into his arms prior to a bout of passionate love-making.
"I know this is a lot to take in, and believe me we'll understand if you just want to talk with the original Micah and figure some stuff out first. But... for so long you've imagined what this might be like, so, we thought we'd offer you the chance to make that dream come true before we worry about... well, about how what I, what Micah has done here today will change the world. We thought we'd ask if you wanted to make history, by having the very first thing which happened after successful instantaneous full body cloning with perfect memory and personality implantation was achieved... was the clones having an orgy with their progenitor's wife."
Michelle's face flushed crimson, but after taking a deep breath and looking around the room once again at all those handsome, naked, hard cocked raccoons, there was only one possible way she could respond. She reached out, took the hand of the man in front of her, clone or otherwise, and giggled as she stepped closer to him, and reached out to grasp his cock in her other hand.
"That was the sexiest, and the nerdiest thing anyone has ever said to me."
She murmured as she squeezed and stroked the raccoon's cock, watching as his eyes rolled back and giggling as he slumped against her, moaning and beginning to nuzzle and nibble at her neck just as Micah always did when she turned him on.
"And you know how much I love it when you get all sexy and nerdy on me, baby."
Michelle whispered as she stroked the raccoon's cock, so familiar, so perfectly natural within her grasp just like the myriad times she had held it in the past few months alone. A cock she had known from its very first experience with a woman, its very first experience with anyone other than its owner's own hand, and which now, if indeed this was one of Micah's clones rather than her husband's original body, she was about to give his first time all over again. That thought sent a violent shudder of arousal crashing through the staffie's body, but what surprised her was the fact that even though she hadn't spoken a word of it aloud, Micah began to react as well. He grunted and clung to her. He gasped. Her whimpered as her hand continued to teasingly and tenderly stroke his cock, and her eyes widened as she felt his erection beginning to strain and quiver within her grasp already.
"Oohhhgod, that feels... aahh, Michelle, I... a-ah. Oh. Ohh god. I'm... it's... oh gosh. Oh dear."
The staffie's eyes grew wider still in surprise, but also in realisation just a moment later, and her face flushed brighter still as she tried not to giggle. She remembered the first time that she and Micah had gotten hot and heavy together, not full on sex yet but definitely their first sexual experience with one another. It had filled the majority of an evening, and by the time it had ended and Michelle had headed back to her dorm room while wishing that Micah would beg her to stay over all night, they had achieved orgasm several times apiece. The very first time though, whether through nerves, through excitement or simply by virtue of having never felt another's hand upon his cock in place of his own, to say that her husband had been... hasty in his release would not have been overstating things.
And as the old saying most definitely did not go, but might now need to be modified to include; like progenitor, like clone.
"Aaahhyess! Yes! Oh, Mish... I... mhhhaaahh, oh god. Please, I'm cumming! I'm... this feels so, oh god. Oh god, I'm...!"
Micah clung to Michelle as she pumped his cock harder and faster, he howled and trembled against her, and as with a strangled yelp of bliss the raccoon unleashed a thick ribbon of hot cum from the tip of his cock, his eyes rolled back, his hips pumped against the staffie's clutching paw, and...
Michelle gasped, and all around the room the other clones watching, wide eyed and with their own cocks twitching in anticipation, saw their companion beginning to ripple. His body began to quiver and flex like it was being passed through some sort of water-ripple camera filter, and a moment or so later even as he was still moaning and crying out his blissful gratitude to the woman he loved, his cloned form entirely destabilised at the molecular level, and his very being evaporated into nothing more than a residual puff of carbon dust.
The staffordshire terrier gasped as she stumbled forward slightly, no longer able to lean on the suddenly absent form of her husband's clone, but rather than being horrified or disgusted as she passed through that leftover cloud of carbon atoms, she giggled as she and every clone in the room looked towards one particular raccoon, his copies betraying him as the original with their curious glance. They all knew what the problem was of course, Michelle included. The molecular cohesion of replicated matter was one of the main problems in creating viable clones through instantaneous means rather than slow growth of a genetic copy, but both Micah's wife and his clones had expected Micah to have overcome that hurdle before proclaiming success and beginning replication on such a scale as he already had.
Still wide eyed and red in the face, even more so than the rest of his undeniably horny copies, the original raccoon shook his head in confusion.
"I checked. I double checked. We tested pain stimulus, mental stress, fatigue. I... o-oh..."
He blushed, and looked at his clones.
"But, I guess I didn't check the destabilising effects of... orgasm, did I? All those extra hormones, all that work for nerves and cells and the cardiovascular system."
The fourteen remaining raccoons shook their heads, looking at one another, then at Michelle with a curious glance. One of them spoke up before long.
"So, let me get this straight. Either we never cum, ever, assuming we can't develop a way to fix a molecular instability retroactively. Or... we each get to cum once, we poof back to the carbon compounds and other trace elements and minerals from which we were originally constructed, and then... well, then you fix the issue, and make some new clones who can cum as many times as they want."
The other clones nodded at that summation, and Micah himself joined them in doing so. That particular clone however stepped forward after a few more moments of consideration, and reached out a hand towards Michelle in an all too familiar way, which she took instinctively as her body reminded her that she was no less horny than she had been a couple of minutes ago, and was still surrounded by a veritable army of the man she loved... even if these copies were perhaps more fleeting than she had hoped.
"If I was just me, I could probably live a life without orgasm if it meant being able to work towards greater scientific progress."
The raccoon's clone murmured tenderly to his progenitor's wife, to the woman he felt every bit as strongly for as Micah sitting on the bed no doubt did at that exact same moment in time.
"But, personally? Knowing that I was created with the potential of pleasuring you, of being with the woman I love and making her happy by doing so? I'd rather live for a couple of hours, and end it by completing the purpose for which I was conjured forth... than go on for years never having known what it feels like to be with you. Maybe even to... to be inside you."
Boldly, passionately the clone pulled Michelle closer to himself, and craned his neck forward to kiss her. With a whine of longing and joy, the staffie kissed him back. She felt his hard cock strain against her thigh, and wrapped her hands around his bare ass to hold him tighter, closer against her as their kiss grew deeper and more wild until finally they had no choice but to part for air. She whimpered in delight as the raccoon pulled away from her embrace, but just enough so that he could drop to his knees and begin to unfasten her belt and the buttons of her still present work pants. As he did so, with her hands caressing his hair and ears, she looked around at the other clones, and at her husband who uniquely amongst the crowd of other raccoons was freely touching himself, masturbating as he watched his wife being seduced by one of his carbon copies.
"You don't all have to wait, y'know..."
She croaked lustily, still partly unable to believe that this was happening, yet equally unable to keep from trying to make the very most of it while the opportunity presented itself.
"If two, or three... or four of you... or, y'know... all of you at once, wanted to... to take turns, to make yourselves last longer, and make sure I was enjoying myself too? That'd be, well... neat."
Michelle looked towards her husband, wondering if maybe he had more influence over his clones than her and whether if he asked them to join in, they would. Before she could even think of how she would word such a question though, she whimpered in joyous excitement as even while the first of the clones already kneeling before her was pulling down her trousers and underwear, exposing her pussy to countless pairs of eyes and exposed, straining cocks, the other copies of Micah began to move towards her from all around the room. To crowd around her, touching her, kissing her, working together to peel off her clothes while others still lifted her gently off the ground, spread her legs apart, and...
"Ohh god, yes... Micah..."
The staffie whined happily as she felt an all too familiar tongue dart between her legs, while at the same time a loving tongue lapped at the side of her face, another's teeth nipped at her left ear, and no fewer than three pairs of hands began to fondle her breasts as soon as they were bared, teasing and tweaking at her nipples in just the way she loved them to be teased.
"Oh, Micah. M-Micahs, I... yes... all of you, please. Just like we always talked about... touch me. Fuck me. Oh god. Let me feel all of you. Let me... yes. Oh yes! Micahs! Yes!"
By Jeeves
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