Ava’s been eying the Clone-a-Willyy tucked away in the back corner of the store. She’s known for several months that she wants one – who wouldn’t want a silicone effigy of a penis with which you’re already intimately familiar, and of which you’re fond? – but she didn’t know she would be single when a rep from the company finally came by to teach her and her coworkers about the product and give out free samples. “It figures,” she scoffs under her breath to her cute colleague Miles once the training session has wrapped up. “I finally get my hands on one of these and I don’t have access to a willy to clone.”
“Aren’t you banging your ex again?” Miles shoots back with a smirk. “Can’t you just borrow his… ‘willy’?” Ava’s not sure what she was expecting Miles to say, but that wasn’t it.
In any case, he’s right. Danny is the closest thing she has right now to regularly-scheduled dick. Their supposedly one-off hookup has slid into something more akin to an unusually flirty friendship-with-benefits, or maybe an unusually chill nascent relationship. (Is it called a re-relationship, Ava wonders, if you get back together with your ex?) She texts him on her walk home from the shop – “Can I borrow your penis for a science experiment?” – and a block later he texts her back: “I might regret this later, but sure.”
They make plans for that evening: wine, Chinese takeout, and Clone-a-Willy. Ava can barely admit to herself that this is the most excited she’s been about a date in months – if this is even a date. He shows up straight from work, in the exact type of biz-casual chinos and button-down that always made her want to pounce on him back when they were dating-dating. “Someone ordered a cock?” he jokes jovially, and hands over a crinkled brown bag with “New Ho King” written on the side. “I’m just kidding; that’s our chicken fried rice and dumplings.” Ava flushes pink and goes to fetch some plates.
Later, when their bellies are full and the chardonnay has given their flirtation a tipsy sheen, Ava unpacks the contents of the Clone-a-Willy kit. She reads the instructions and then reads them again. “Alright, let’s do this,” she announces, like a foreman at a construction site. “It looks like I’m gonna mix up this molding powder mixture and pour it into a tube, and then you’re gonna stick your dick into it.”
“I’ve stuck my junk in weirder things,” Danny says with a shrug, and Ava punches his arm lightly the way she used to when he would bust her chops for liking One Direction or early-oughts Lindsay Lohan movies. Some things never change.
A matter of hours later, Ava and Danny – now lounging around in their underwear on the living room floor, glowing post-coitally, because hey, you gotta pass the time somehow – carefully extract a perfect silicone replica of Danny’s beautiful cock from their mold. They set it down on Ava’s coffee table and marvel at it in stunned silence. “Damn,” Danny finally says, with a low whistle. “I know you just got fucked, but… do you wanna get fucked again?” Ava’s glad he brought it up; she was thinking the exact same thing.
Her cunt is already wet and warm from its earlier pounding, so it only takes a few minutes of Danny kissing her and groping her pretty tits for her to feel ready to take the rather substantial piece of silicone. Danny rubs it down with good lube – she’s taught him well – and slides it inside her. She gasps; it’s firmer than she was expecting, firmer than Danny’s actual flesh and blood. But the shape and size of this fuck are familiar to her. She knows the contours of this cock like the back of her hand – in part because her hands have spent so much time wrapped around it. Now Danny’s hands are wrapped around it, guiding it all the way inside her until it touches the deepest places it can reach. She clenches around it and moans.
“Good?” he asks, with a wicked grin.
“Very,” she replies, and grabs his hairy forearm so she can show him the rhythm she wants. He catches on quickly; the tempo of Ava’s arousal is burned into his muscle memory. With her other hand, she strokes her clit, still swollen from before, in tight circles that soon have her cunt muscles twitching and clenching. “Fuck,” she curses, and Danny does.
She’s come on his cock countless times, grabbing at sheets and curling her toes, but this time is different – because this time, he can watch her closely as she’s coming. He does, fucking her through it, not stopping even as she starts to thrash around on the carpet from the aftershocks. “You’re beautiful,” he says as he lies down on top of her to hold her still and keep her warm through those delicious trembles. “You’re so beautiful.”