Kim Possible Porn Story: kim
Kim just grinned. “C’mon.” She led the way back into the antechamber. “Before we go into the other door, let’s rest out here where there are chairs.”
Before sitting down, Tara went over to the left-hand door to see what was on the placard. Her eyes widened in confusion. The symbol appeared to be a combination of male and female. “What the fuck? Kim, what does this mean?”
“It means that you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“C’mon, girl,” Monique grumbled. “Quit fucking with our heads. What is going on? I’m not going in there unless you spill it.”
Kim sighed. “Oh, all right. I would have liked to have seen the look on your faces, but I guess somebody might have fainted. Okay, here it is. Roughly half of the clones have dicks.”
Bonnie’s jaw dropped. “You mean Drakken fucked around with X and Y and made male versions of us? Everything the same except gender? You know, hair color, eye color, IQ, all that?”
“No, this set of clones is exactly like us. Except that they have dicks instead of pussies.”
“But, but, how could he do that? Why would he do that? These clones were supposed to work in whorehouses. How many guys would want to fuck a girl with a dick?”
“Well, don’t forget there are some weird motherfuckers out there. But I don’t think there would be enough of those to justify 50%. I personally think it was a fuckup in his cloning process.”
“Why didn’t you just ask him?”
“We did, but he wouldn’t tell us. He goes on and on about his plans when he has me suspended above a tank of sharks, but when I get loose and take him down he gets all pissy and clams up.” She sighed again. “So do you guys want to play with them or not? We can just go home if you don’t want to.”
“I don’t know,” Tara said. “Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any weirder…”
“What do you know about weird?” Bonnie wanted to know. “There isn’t a version of you running around with a swinging dick.”
“I want to at least see one of them,” Monique said.
The girls argued for another 15 minutes or so. Finally Kim said, “We need to do something if we’re gonna. If we keep farting around we’ll have to go home anyway. If I come home late Mom will punish me for real.”
“I’m going in with Kim,” Monique said. “If you guys don’t want to, you can go on back and we’ll take a taxi.”
Bonnie threw up her hands. “Oh, all right! But if I need therapy after this, I’m sending you guys the bill.”
“Calm down, Bonnie,” Kim said. “You’re more skittish than the clones. Okay, then. Before we go in, who do you guys want to play with? Another first-timer or one I’ve been doing for a while? The virgins get a bigger thrill out of it, as you just saw, but we have to spend time calming them down first. You don’t have to go through so much of that with the repeats. And we won’t have to do it through the bars. They are docile enough that we can just go into the cell.”
“Let’s do a repeat,” Tara said. “It was fun giving K45 her first orgasm, but if we play with veterans we may have time to do both a Kim and a Bonnie. I want to at least see both with a dick.”
Kim was thoughtful. “Why don’t we do both at once? In fact, I think we should have a full-blown orgy. I normally play with four clones at the same time, a triple-penetration and one to just cum on me. So that would be sixteen for all of us. I can have the computer move them into a holding area. There’s a series of tunnels from the cells to the research areas. The computer herds them along with mild shocks in the floor.”
The girls exhanged startled glances, then indicated agreement with the plan.
“How do you want to break it down? An even number of Kims and Bonnies for each of us?”
“No offense to either of you,” Monique said, “but I want to see what they are packing first.”
Everyone laughed at that. “Okay. I think you’ll be happy with either, but let’s have a look and then you can decide.”
Inside the corridor, Kim opened the door of the first Bonnie cell they passed. The other girls backed away, but Kim said, “Don’t worry. This is one of the tame ones.”
Bonnie-33 initially snarled like the other clone had done, but then she saw Kim and looked perplexed. “That’s right, it’s Kim, you remember me, don’t you?” At the sound of Kim’s voice, B33 finally made the connection and reached out for her. But not to attack her. Kim stepped forward and B33 just held her, pressing her head against Kim’s cheek and making happy noises.
“Wow, they can be affectionate,” Tara said.
“Yeah, but it takes a while. You have to be with them a bunch of times to get this kind of reaction.” She kissed B33, then looked at Monique. “Well?”
“Well what?”
“Is her tool adequate or not?”
“Shit, I forgot to look!” Monique took a close look at the clone’s dick. “Not bad at all. Can I see what it looks like hard?”
“Be my guest. She won’t mind.”
Monique licked Bonnie-33’s dick and stroked it lightly. She used her tongue all the way up and down. The dick started responding right away as its owner, still embracing Kim, made little noises of pleasure. Monique put it into her mouth and sucked on it slowly. She stuck her arms through the bars and squeezed B33’s ass. “Mmmmmm.” In a short time, the dick was completely rigid. “Yeah, this will work.”
“Okay, then, get up and let me put her back in the box.”
Monique looked up at Kim. “I shouldn’t get her hard and then walk away. I don’t give guys blue balls, and I won’t do it to her.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll see her again in a few minutes. She’s on the guest list for the orgy. She’ll have her chance to get off.”
“Let me at least get a good look at the dick before you put her up,” Bonnie said, dropping to her knees besides Monique. “After all, in a way, it’s my dick. I guess it’s what I would have had if there had been a Y chromosome.” She examined the dick, sucked it herself a couple of times, then sighed. “This feels so fucking strange. Yep, better schedule the therapy.”
She stood up and looked at B33’s face carefully. “This is the first time I’ve been able to see one of mine up close. The last time they were chasing me around and I didn’t want to get too close. I have an urge to comb her hair, but it would take forever with all the tangles.”