Chapter 27: Polymorphous Perversions
The air in the bedroom was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, a humid musk that clung to the back of Mark's throat as he gasped back into his own body. One second, he was nothing but sensation—hard flesh, throbbing pulse, the suffocating heat of Lisa’s throat—and the next, he was himself again, collapsing onto the silk sheets, his limbs trembling. His skin prickled with the ghost of the clone’s pleasure, the memory of orgasm still rippling through his nerves like aftershocks.
He barely had time to process his own body before the sight in front of him seized his attention.
Lisa’s face—or what *was* her face—was no longer just *hers.*
It was everywhere.
Her features had ruptured across Delores and the clone’s bodies in a grotesque, breathtaking display—eyes blinking open along the curve of Delores’s thigh, lips parting wetly on the clone’s collarbone, a perfect replica of Lisa’s chin dimpling just above the clone’s hip. They moved, twitching, gasping, *alive*, as if Lisa’s consciousness had fractured and spilled across their skin.
Mark’s stomach lurched. His cock twitched.
Delores let out a shuddering moan, running her fingers over the new mouth that had formed just below her ribcage. Lisa’s lips—soft, familiar, *his wife’s*—parted, her tongue darting out to lick at Delores’s fingertips.
“Oh *fuck*,” Delores breathed, her own lips curling into a wicked grin. “You feel that, baby?”
The clone laughed, low and throaty, as another of Lisa’s faces rippled into existence on the inside of her thigh—this one with her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent cry. The clone dragged her fingers through the slick folds between her legs, then pressed them against Lisa’s new lips.
“Open up,” she murmured.
Lisa’s mouth obeyed instantly, her tongue swirling around the clone’s fingers, sucking them deep.
Mark’s breath hitched.
It was too much. Too fucking much. His wife was *everywhere*, her pleasure splintered across two other women’s bodies, her moans echoing from multiple throats at once. The Lisa-mouth on Delores’s ribs gasped as Delores pinched her own nipple, arching into the touch. The Lisa-face on the clone’s thigh whimpered as the clone dragged her wet fingers back to her own cunt, smearing Lisa’s spit across her slick folds.
The clone shuddered, rolling her hips against her own fingers, watching as another Lisa-mouth formed just below Delores’s navel—this one slack-jawed, needy, already glistening with arousal.
Delores moaned as the new mouth’s tongue flicked out, tasting the sweat-damp skin of her stomach. “Jesus Christ,” she breathed, arching into the sensation. “She’s fucking *everywhere*.”
The clone grinned, dragging her nails down her own thigh, making the Lisa-face there gasp. “Yeah,” she murmured, her voice rough. “And she’s *hungry*.”
Mark couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. His cock ached, thick and heavy between his legs, as he watched Delores and the clone press closer, their bodies gliding together in a slow, filthy slide. The Lisa-mouth on Delores’s ribs moaned as it brushed against the clone’s hip, her lips parting in a silent plea.
The clone didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, catching that mouth with her own, kissing it deep, her tongue pushing inside as Lisa’s muffled whimpers vibrated against her lips.
Delores groaned, her head falling back as another Lisa-mouth—this one on the swell of her breast—sucked at the clone’s nipple, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak. “Fuck, that’s—*oh god*—”
The clone broke the kiss, panting, her fingers tightening in Delores’s hair. “You like that?” she murmured, dragging her thumb over the Lisa-mouth on Delores’s stomach, making it whine. “Like feeling her suck you off while I fuck her face?”
Delores’s breath hitched. “Yes.”
The clone’s grin turned vicious.
Then she shoved Delores back onto the bed, climbing over her in one fluid motion, her thighs bracketing Delores’s hips. The Lisa-mouths gasped as their bodies pressed together—Delores’s lips meeting the clone’s, Lisa’s mouth on Delores’s ribs sliding against the clone’s stomach, another Lisa-face on the clone’s hip grinding against Delores’s thigh.
Mark’s throat went dry.
The clone reached between them, her fingers sliding through the mess of spit and slick, before guiding Delores’s hand down to the Lisa-mouth that had formed on the inside of her thigh. “Make her scream,” she whispered.
Delores didn’t need to be told twice.
Her fingers plunged into the waiting lips, fucking into them with rough, uneven strokes, the wet *slap* of skin-on-skin filling the room. The Lisa-face on the clone’s thigh *wailed*, her back arching, her lips stretching obscenely around Delores’s thrusts.
The clone groaned, grinding down against Delores’s fingers, her own hand slipping between her legs to rub slow, teasing circles over the Lisa-mouth that had formed just above her clit. “That’s it,” she panted, her hips jerking. “Fuck her. *Use her.*”
Delores’s fingers curled, twisting inside the hot, wet clutch of Lisa’s mouth, her thumb pressing down on the clone’s clit. The clone’s breath stuttered—then shattered as she came, her thighs shaking, Lisa’s muffled cries vibrating against her skin.
Mark’s cock throbbed.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
His hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking hard and fast, his eyes locked on the writhing tangle of bodies in front of him. The clone was still riding out her orgasm, her hips jerking, her fingers tangled in Delores’s hair as she dragged her into another filthy kiss.
The Lisa-mouth on Delores’s ribs gasped as the clone’s tongue pushed inside, their moans mingling, wet and desperate.
Mark’s balls tightened.
He was close. *So fucking close.*
Then—
The clone turned her head, her dark eyes locking onto his. “You watching, Mark?” she purred, her voice rough with pleasure. “You gonna come while your wife *fucks us*?”
Lisa’s mouth on Delores’s stomach whimpered, her tongue darting out to lick at the clone’s fingers.
Mark’s vision whited out.
His orgasm hit like a fucking truck, his cum streaking across his stomach in thick, hot ropes, his body shuddering as pleasure ripped through him.
The clone laughed, low and satisfied, as she watched him fall apart.
Then she turned back to Delores, her lips brushing the Lisa-mouth on her collarbone. “Again,” she whispered.
And they didn’t stop.