Personal Time
Warning: This story contains scenes of sexual acts. If you are underage, do not read. I take no responsibility for the viewing of this material.
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Author's Note: When I first wrote "Fun in Daddy's Tube," I didn't really know how far I would go with it until I got this idea. I hope you enjoy it.
Personal Time
Caroline lay on the bed panting. Wasn't it typical that when she had her greatest urges that both of the males of the house were away. Luke and Dave were out on a men's fishing trip and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. That didn't help her right now.
Her clothes were already in a pile on the floor and her fingers were buried in her sex. She dug as deeply as she could, drawing all manner of wonderful feelings and happy moans from her body. Sex juices dribbled down her furry fingers to soil the linens, but she didn't bother with it. There was too much pleasure right now for her to care about it.
Her other paw traced over the rest of her body. Her fingers laced through soft, well-kept fur. She was mostly black with a few patches of grey, but not from old age. She kept her figure slim with only the smallest bulge of fat on her stomach, which was healthy. Her paw cupped one of her C breasts; modest but the rest of her figure made up for her lack of major cleavage.
For all it was, though, it still wasn't enough. Her own paw could only do so much. There had to be something she could do. If her husband or son were here, it would be simple, but there was only her.
Only her.
A twisted thought came to her and she smiled. With a strong force of will, she pulled her paw away from her slick cunt and stood from the bed. Even in the middle of the day, she didn't care about clothing thanks to the safety of her house.
Just outside of the bedroom was a door that led to the basement. She opened the door and descended. As she reached the bottom, she turned around to the back wall.
Three green, glowing chambers greeted her. The one on the left contained a floating body in the exact image of Dave, her husband. The body in the right one looked like her son. And the one in the middle contained her own form.
These were their cloning vats. Whenever their bodies were killed, their memories were uploaded into the new body and it was deposited in their beds. They would wake as if nothing had happened.
A small panel slid out from the wall. She pressed a few buttons and held her paw to a scanner. The machine whirled to life and the chamber holding her clone began to drain and the clone was lifted upwards.
She went back to the stairs and walked up to the bedroom. The other form was already waiting for her. It was asleep of course, but that was an easy enough fix.
Out of habit, she locked the door behind her and went over to the bed. She was a light sleeper, so the clone woke as soon as her knee leaned against the bed. Their eyes met and identical smiles lit up their faces.
"Best idea ever," they said in perfect unison.
She crawled over top of her other self as the clone pulled back the covers. For a moment, she wondered if anyone else had ever thought to do this. Probably so.
The two fell together in a passionate kiss. Having identical minds, they knew what each other loved and their hands caressed each other's bodies firmly and tenderly. Caroline pressed one hand into the other's breast while she felt a pair of hands trace over her back.
"I know what you want," the clone said. One of her hands dropped between them and began to rub her clit with one firm finger.
Caroline fell against her other self heavily. The sudden pressure on her love button made her body both lock up and go completely limp at the same time. It was its own form of pleasure that felt oh so wonderful, but it wasn't the right type of pleasure. With a panting breath, she pushed herself away slightly. "Eat me."
The clone relented and Caroline slid upwards, propping her body against the wall. Her snatch came right in front of the clone's face, and no time was wasted. Caroline quickly began to eat out Caroline.
As the long, wet appendage dug into her depths, a happy sigh released through Caroline's lips. This was the sort of pleasure she had needed, something she couldn't give herself. Her insides wiggled and pulsed with the feelings that could only be given by a partner.
While the tongue ate out her depths, teeth gently nibbled at her lips. Hot fluids dribbled from her sex as each new stimulation pushed her higher and higher towards wondrous climax. "Yeah, yeah..." she cried. Finally, with one particularly deep lick, "YEAH!", her body erupted. Her cunny leaked out onto her clone's face in more amounts than she could lick up.
When her breathing finally slowed, the clone tapped her leg. "Alright. My turn. Lie down, girl."
Caroline was too weak in the afterglow of pleasure to argue. Either way, it was only fair. She leaned back and fell against the bed. The clone flipped over so that they were lying in a 69.
The smell that reached Caroline was perfectly familiar. It should have been; it was hers. At the smell, she instinctively picked her head up and licked gingerly at the soft pink lips of her other's pussy. The flavors were once again familiar, but she had never tasted her own, untainted flavor. She loved it. She began to attack the opening with gusto.
The body above her wiggled and shook. Each time she flicked her tongue into a previously untouched corner, her clone would twitch in a different way. She decided to perform a nearly identical show to what she had received, licking deeply with her flexible tongue and biting gently at the fleshy lips and clitoris. It took her only a minute or so to get the clone to cry in an orgasm. She licked up at the sex juices that had splattered onto her face as the clone picked herself up and spun around.
Caroline was now thoroughly sated and happy, but the clone over her seemed to have other plans judging by the sly smile. Without speaking, she leaned over to a drawer next to the bed and pulled out a strap-on dildo. It was a toy that both Caroline and Dave used whenever they wanted double or some gay anal.
If she had energy, she may have declined from lack of energy. Lying there, all she could do was smile dumbly as the clone over her applied the toy to her hips and lined herself up. "You ready?" Caroline gave a weak nod.
The dildo was custom made to the Dave's size, so entry felt perfectly natural. As their hips met, Caroline moaned and wrapped her legs around the body fucking her. She closed her eyes and fell into the rhythm with the idea that it was actually her husband that was slamming his hips into hers. "Harder... Fuck me hard..."
The pounding continued without a single pause, driving moan after pleasure groan after throaty cry from her body and pulling the glorious high of sexual love that she knew so well.
Time became oblivious to her as she lay in the pleasure. Her body shuddered more as she felt her loins tingle and quiver. "Yeah, almost there... Just a little more... Go!" The cock in her gave one final hard thrust and Caroline screamed in pleasure.
There was a sudden, sickening crack of bone and Caroline's body went still. The room became completely and utterly silent.
Leaning over the body, the clone, now Caroline, examined it, a near-perfect neck break. The only thing she'd have felt was the pleasure from her orgasm.
She pulled the dildo from the dead body and lay on the bed with a heavy breath. That had really tired her out. But a smile still lingered on her lips. That really was one of the best ideas she'd ever had.
Author's Note: Well, I quite enjoyed that. What about you? Yes? No? Tell me your thoughts, please. And thanks for reading.