Clone Ch. 01

He gave no thought to his twitching hand but instead looked in wonder at the vista on the screen, a downhill skiing competition, we watched as several of the competitors wove they're way down the course.

The door opened and a girl was led in. I saw the white coat lift her arm and point at something over my shoulder; I looked and saw the refreshments still laid out. By the time I looked back she was walking towards me, her nude form generating excitement and arousal in my body.

"Hi, I'm Ange," she greeted me. "Would you like to go for a coffee?"

My body eased out of the chair, standing and putting a hand to her waist.

"Yes, thank you. Do you take sugar and cream?"

"Just with a little cream thanks," she replied.

I walked her over and she stood next to me as I made coffee for both of us.

"What's your name?" she asked.

The fleeting thought brought a name to my lips, "Fra." But it was gone before full comprehension grasped it.

"Fra," she giggled. "That's a nice name."

My mind jumped, I had actually said the word, my confused host didn't have one and had accepted mine instead.

"Shall we sit down?" she asked.

My alter ego was mentally sizing her body, nice handfuls of breasts, with small faintish pink areoles and pert little buds for nipples. Another word flicked through my brain, "Shel..." it was gone too quick to catch but it provided more hope that the memory was there to find if the stimulus was right.

"Look how big it's got thinking about you, touch it feel how hard it is," he encouraged her.

He was sitting next to her now, half turned towards her and holding her hand in her lap. He opened his legs wider as he guided her hand towards my cock.

She gave another of those silly giggles. "Can I taste it as well; it looks so big and juicy?"

He stopped and released her hand. "If I can taste yours as well."

She stood as I brought my legs up and lay down along the length of the sofa, head resting on a cushion and the arm.

She swivelled on one leg, placing the other over my far shoulder and bent forward to grasp my thighs. As she settled she brought her other leg up and pushed her pussy into my face. I brought my arms up around her thighs and buried my tongue into her sweet folds.

My cock was throbbing as she licked and sucked at my bell end. I was franticly licking at the juices flowing from her hunny hole, my tongue lapping in and around it. I'd had another flash looking at her pussy, it looked so familiar for a split second.

I was licking still at her hole and lips when she shivered, the first tremors of her building orgasm. I turned my attention to her clit, letting my tongue circle it before pushing my lips in and squeezing it. She jerked and I held on, fluttering my tongue over the tip as her movements got stronger.

She was wanking me furiously as just my head rested in her mouth, I could feel her hot panting breath flowing round it. As I nibbled at it with my teeth she let out a little screamed "Yes!" Her body shivering as her mouth closed to squeeze my helmet with teeth.

I felt my sac tighten as the ball of pleasure building in my groin exploded, shooting my first load into her waiting mouth. She in turn started bucking and her legs tightened round my head and her back arched. I felt her cum flooding onto my nose and cheeks as I gulped for air, my lungs catching it as I had a coughing fit.

She slid to her knees beside me, her chest and breasts splattered with my cum.

"Fra, are you okay?" concern showing in her voice.

Back in the corner of my mind I was almost laughing, but then I'd not anticipated a squirter either.

Still coughing and spluttering he managed to reassure her. "I'm alright, went down the wrong way."

She started her giggle again, then as she looked at him.

"You've gone all red in the face."

She started a real laugh.

As she quickly subsided she leant forward and scooped up the few drops of cum that had dripped from her boobs to my belly, licking it off her fingers.

"Do I taste nice as well?" she asked.

Her taste had been delicious, sweet and creamy to my tongue, genetically engineered to be enticing.

"Yes, I liked it, do you want to do it again?"

My alter ego was a glutton it seemed.

"No, you can fuck me this time if you will."

He turned and put his legs over the side if the seat.

"Yes, I would like to do that."

She looked at my little diminished cock.

"Can you make it hard again?"

He looked down.

"It'll get hard again if you suck it."

She started to lean in...

"What are you two doing!" the voice was loud in my ear.

Ange looked up over my shoulder.

"Go and take a shower," the voice commanded.

I turned and looked over my shoulder as Ange stood.

"You," Jant said, "you can go and get cleaned up too."

"Jant." A voice floated through the door.

"I'm coming," she replied.

"Sit here and wait for me," she commanded.

And with that she was off away, the new girl she'd brought in wandered over.

"Hi, I'm Mag," she said timidly.

"I'm Fra," I replied. "Would you like a coffee?"

"Oh, yes, that would be lovely."

I stood, his mind forced me down again. His command was to sit and wait, I couldn't get out of the seat.

"I'm sorry," I apologised. "My mistress has ordered me to sit here."

Her face showed a flicker of concern.

"That's alright, I'll go and help myself, can I get you one as well?"

While she was gone an Afro Asian guy was escorted in, he walked over to join Mag at the refreshment table. I turned my head to watch him, his cock was bouncing between his legs as he walked, it would be at least ten inches erect, his thighs and hips said pure fucking machine.

I saw Meg's eyes widen as she noticed it and watched his cock grow as he took in her body as she faced him, my cock twitched as my alter ego assessed her. She had large boobs, at least 36DD, was a slim waisted five feet four with hips and legs to drool over.

As I watched she reached out and started caressing his cock, then went to her knees and started sucking him. I felt my cock responding as well, looking more than half erect as I looked down on it.

The next one in was another girl, looking Nordic with her shock of blonde hair, she had large firm breasts as well, smaller than the second but up at a 36 D at least, she was five seven and had amazing blue eyes. She was well muscled and looked like a swimmer, trim and shapely.

She made a bee line over and sat next to me.

"Hi, I'm Ast."

"I'm Fra," I replied.

She looked at my surging cock.

"Lie down while I fuck you," she ordered.

"I can't, my mistress bade me sit here till she returns."

"You will lie down," she commanded. That seemed to override his previous orders for he stood and proceeded to lie on the floor. She stood astride him and lowered herself down. Grasping my cock she rubbed it between her already wet lips and slipped it inside her, she inched down slowly, pushing and easing till I was fully buried inside her.

I felt the thrill running down my cock as her tight hunny pot slipped down onto me, then when she started to ride me the thrill began to build. I leant forward and reached for her pussy, my finger finding her swollen nub easily.

With her bouncing and me rubbing her clit she started shouting.

"Fuck, fuck, this is nice, your prick fills me up inside."

I watched as her face contorted and her breathing got more ragged.

"Oh you're the best fuck I've had," she continued, through the huffs and puffs of her laboured gasps.

She started jerking and then her body tightened and shook. I felt the delicious pressure as the spasms clutched my throbbing cock, her weight forcing her down on it. Gradually the tension left her and she relaxed down onto me, her breasts firm against my chest and her beating heart echoing mine.

My cock was still hard inside her as I looked up.

"Have you finished with him? 'Cause I'm next."

It was Ange above me, pulling at the shoulders of the blonde.She rolled off me, with Ange taking her place.

She bent and took my cock as she swung her leg to straddle me, letting it slide straight in as she guided it.

"I nearly frigged myself in the shower thinking of this," she said, as she started with slow strokes. She was soon speeding up, I felt a long way from my orgasm as she propelled herself to her next one, sliding on my cock by bare inches as her perspiration made her glow.

The ecstasy showed on her face as it blossomed in her, her hunny hole seizing my cock and squeezing thrills out as reward. Her sobs became panting as she looked down at me.

"I'm good to go again," she announced, as she started with a slow stroke again.

The feeling of the thrill again was setting my pot bubbling, fingers of pleasure reaching out to send tingles through my body. After a bare few strokes my hips started their dance, thrusting against her as my sac tightened.

The thrill ran deep inside me as my seed spurted inside her, my cock pumping three loads more before I was spent.

She leant forward as she bent to kiss me, my cock slipping out as she gave me a passionate tonguing, twirling her tongue round mine in an erotic waltz.

"That was nice," she whispered in my ear.

I lay a minute with her, while around me an orgy was in progress; I could hear the grunting and soft screams of pleasure from half a dozen sources. Eventually she stirred from atop and lay by my side, I took the opportunity to crane my neck and scan my surroundings.

Over by the door sat two white coats waiting, chatting unconcernedly as before them were couples copulated left right and centre.

Ange stirred beside me, sitting up and looking around, she looked at the single guy stood by the hatch, then looked at my deflated cock.

"He looks lonely, I'm going to talk to him," she told me.

In my corner I felt relief as he sat back up on the seat; he was relieved as he fell back into compliance with the mistress' orders. I willed him to stand again, to go and get something to eat, during all that sex the tummy had been signalling for more energy, food to fill it to replenish my reserves and build my stamina.

He stood slowly, me riding parallel and forcing my muscles to obey. At the table I chose a couple of the veggie sausages, spearing them with the cocktail sticks and stacking them between my knuckles, as I leant for a roll I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to look.

A mischievous face, framed by red hair and finely freckled was sucking the end of one of my delicacies, working it in and out with a wide eyed come hither look.

My cock twitched but it got sore as it swelled. She was then down on her knees in front of me, grasping it and licking the head, the pleasure mixed with pain as the ache grew. I dropped the food back down on the table, reaching to still her head.

She released me and looked up.

"It's not ready yet," I told her. "Let me lick yours instead."

She twisted her legs round and lay back, knees splayed and pussy waiting.

I fell to my knees, bending forward to nuzzle at the fine red hair that covered her clit. She gasped immediately I made contact, her hips pushing into me as I started flicking at it. I brought my arm round, my fingers finding her wet waiting hunny pot, searching out for the elusive G spot.

I was bringing her to her second orgasm when the loudspeaker blared again.

"Attention." Came a soft female voice. "Please return to your seats."

The red head under me stirred, giving me just enough time to snatch my head away, before rolling to her knees to comply. I followed her, regaining the original seat with Ange next to me.

"As we call out your names please come forward." The voice commanded.

I sat and waited as by ones and twos the room emptied, leaving me the sole occupant as the white coats escorted the last one away.

I waited perhaps a half hour, helping myself to the buffet and getting another cup of coffee.

"Fra, you call yourself."

The voice startled me, my alter ego had been absorbed in the flickering screen before him and I was probing my recognition and flashes of memory. Thinking about the fanny again it became vivid before me, there on a smaller screen than the one I was watching.

"You perform well," she went on. "I was watching your performance with the two of them, I can see I made the right choice."

By this time she was standing in front of me, I recognised her as Jant, she was looking at me with the greenest eyes I'd seen. A fragment of memory unfolded and I saw a classroom, the teacher standing at the front with green eyes as well.

Her dark hair fell forward like a curtain as she bent and took my cock in her hand. It immediately responded, starting to grow firm and thick, rising and taking her hand with it.

"The dose of Dr. Bremner's potion I gave you is working then I see," she said with delight in her voice.

She stood back up.

"Come, follow me to your room," she said with a broad smile on her face.

I followed her out and into a corridor where she led me to a door.

"Here's your new home for the moment, I'll be back shortly to give you instructions," she informed me.

I was left to look around the room, there was an attached shower and toilet and a wardrobe with sets of pyjamas and robes in it. The bed was a double with a deep soft mattress and a bright duvet, with three sets of pillows laid out along the headboard.

I went and sat, then lay on the bed, waiting for the mistress to come back. An hour or more passed with me continuing to poke at the fragments, I turned 'Shel' into Sheila, and had a half image of a red head, blurred with the one I'd encountered earlier, but without freckles.

"You need a shower," she said as she entered. "You can wash me as well."

I got up from the bed, but she put her hand up to stop me.

She stood in front of me and began to undress, under her white coat she wore only bra and panties, with her coat off she turned and gave me her back.

"Undo my bra," her voice was suggestive but to my alter ego it was a command.

As she shucked her bra she turned again.

"Now my panties."

I slipped my thumbs in the waistband and started to slide them down, as I crouched before her I could see the wet patch and smell her aroma. Her heady perfume fully hardening my cock and for a moment the desire to bend in and lap at the newly revealed glistening lips was strong.

She lifted her feet out as I dragged them to her ankles, opening her legs wider and letting me see fully her plump aroused lips curling out like some dark forest butterfly with the inner slit of pink as the body.

My cock was throbbing with the need to take her and fill that wet warm pussy with it's length. Instead she backed away turning.

"Come on then," came her soft voice, and I followed to the shower.

She turned the water on as I entered behind, turning a three sixty to wet her body, her chocolate skin gleamed as the water streamed down it, her long black hair shaped to a helmet with the drenching spray.

I watched her round firm breasts as they swayed with her turn, the near jet black nipples standing firm and proud in the dark circle of her areole, I could feel my alter ego's desire, near matched by my own, to suckle and caress these lush brown coconuts so temptingly dangled in reach.

She handed me the shower gel.

"Start with my back?" she asked.

I started at the shoulders after first flicking her hair to the front, she lifted her arms for me to do the sides, my fingers strayed far enough to find the rise of her mounds but no further. Her ass I soaped with gentle sensual strokes, the circles getting larger till my thumbs traced down the valley of her cheeks and brushed her rosebud.

Her breathing quickened and her legs widened as I pushed a soapy hand down and over her pussy, on the second pass I let my finger trail though, the third pass saw it linger on her clit.

"Ah... ah," she reacted.

She leant forward, hands on the wall.

"Put your cock in, come on, fuck me now and pound my ass red." Her head dipped further with her pussy wide and waiting.

I grasped my cock at the head and slid it into the warm welcoming darkness of her hunny pot, easing it further as she strained to take it all at once.

"Yes," she cried. "Come on give me all that you've got."

I was fully in my hips pressing on her cheeks.

"Now fuck me, fill me with cream," she half shouted.

I began my strokes, picking up the pace as her squeals and 'Oh's' grew doubly voluminous. She took but a few minutes till she was cresting the waves of tingly warmth that washed through her, giving me seconds to catch my breath as I held her hips against me when her knees trembled.

Even before she caught her breath I was going again, my cock now sensitised for my own orgasm from the growing tingling ball in my groin. I drove hard and fast, slapping our bodies together, her cries of joy at the coming of her second orgasm was helping bring mine with it.

As she stiffened and screamed my first load filled her, my hand snaked round her waist to pull her to me as the second and third surges of seed followed.

Then we were quiet, stilled except for the ragged breaths that we both took as the bliss of sexual satisfaction settled over us. The spray of the shower was beating down on my back as I lay against her, washing down over my ass and running from my balls, soothing them with its gentle warmth.

All too soon it was ended as she stirred beneath me. I ran my hands up to her breasts as she straightened, she pulled them away. She spun to face me and brushed my lips with hers.

"Save that till next time, I've got to get back to work," she said softly.

Then she ducked my arms and was over to the rail for a towel. She dried herself as she walked into the bedroom, surprising me by opening a cupboard in the wall that I'd not found, and twenty minutes later she was bidding me adieu. In an hour or so she was back.

"Fra, come, put your pyjamas and robe on" she said. "It's time to eat, let me show you to the refectory."

She took me down the corridor and to the right at the junction, five steps further was a double door.

The refectory was a smart modern restaurant, as well as the tables there was an area set aside with lounge chairs and coffee tables, instead of the conveyor there were class three robots serving, a holo of a jazz quartet was playing over in the corner.

Around me were the other droids of my group, the blonde and the redhead I could see but Ange eluded me.

I chose an empty table and sat, within seconds a bot was at my elbow.

"Your menu sir," it announced itself.

I took the proffered card.

"If I may recommend sir, the tenderloin is particularly good tonight."

I glanced at the menu to see what else was on offer.

"Lobster," I proclaimed. "With salad and buttered potatoes."

My mind did a flip again, as soon as my eyes had parsed the item it was out of my mouth, I salivated at the image of the pink flesh. Then it was gone again, closed like a curtain in the middle of a scene.

The bot had trundled off when I looked round, in a strange way it felt both new and familiar, an inverse déjà vu.

My meal took five minutes, I relaxed and listened to the muzac, probing round this strange nugget of memory, a random piece with no context. Lobsters were tank bred now, genetically modified like all our food. Yet there was that link to the sea that came through, could even be a book I'd read.

The lobster was superb, still in its shell so not possibly faked. As I was served I asked for wine as well and got a half bottle as I was part way through.

Stomach filled I idled over to the coffee and took a cup into the lounge. I sat and pondered some more in the plush surroundings.

"Hi," the blonde plonked herself next to me. "Were having a party later, will you come?"