It's not a contest

The heat in her pussy, the pounding of her heart, the heaving of her chest... Gemini wouldn't have described it as choosing, but as instinct. She cast aside her rifle, and threw herself at Michael, frantically kissing him as he caught her in his strong embrace. She pressed her body into his, wrapping her arms and legs around him so she could grind her pussy lips against his dick through their underwear, making her breath catch. Gemini didn't even notice when he fell backwards into a couch, she was so obsessed with kissing his perfect face and touching every inch of his body with every inch of hers.

"Take off my bra," she breathed into his lips, and moaned in satisfaction when she felt her C-cup breasts falling free, her nipples rubbing against his muscled chest. Her back tingled as his strong yet gentle hands glided down her soft skin, to rest on her waist. She began humping him, like an animal. She couldn't help it. She could feel his dick twitching underneath his underwear, and she wanted it.

"What are you going to make me do next?" he murmured in her ear, when she eventually slowed her bouncing.

"You're going to get out your cock," she panted, "and fuck my pussy raw."

Gemini might have orgasmed just a little bit when Michael ripped her panties to shreds in one swift motion. She felt as high as a kite. But when he tore off his own underwear, she realised she was undergoing some hellish ****; every moment of her life up until that point had been some cruel joke, a waste, to not be filled by that big, beautiful cock. She didn't even hesitate before slamming her hips down onto it, letting out a scream of delight as her pussy was obliterated by his behemoth. She didn't even feel any pain, slowly rising off it and then down back onto it, resuming her lustful kissing of Michael's gorgeous face. She barely lasted thirty seconds like that before cumming, hard, moaning long and loud as her pussy did its best to squeeze the rock-hard shaft that filled it. She didn't even notice the division.

You hold Gemini's soft body in your arms as she shudders and moans, only half conscious, her eyes rolling. For a moment you bask in the feeling of having this pretty girl's gentle form curled against yours, but the feeling seems... strange. You look at her again, and think you're seeing double. You blink, and blink again, and the two wavering images detach from one another, until a second naked Gemini is curled on the couch next to the original. With a gasp of breath, she opens her eyes.

Her hazel irises dilate her pupils as they catch sight of you, and suddenly the fresh clone throws herself at you, kissing you with just as much vigour as the first one did, pressing her freshly created breasts against your arm. Somewhat taken aback, you gently place your hands on her bum and squeeze. She is every bit as real, and as soft, as the other Gemini slumped in your lap - or as any other girl, for that matter.

"Oh, god, Michael," she groans in between kisses. "I could fuck you forever."

As the new clone's frantic motions brush against her, the first Gemini stirs, her eyes fluttering open. The two Gemini's eyes meet, and something wordlessly passes between them. Then they turn to you and begin making out with every part of your body. You lean back and let the identical brunettes worship you, two sets of hands caressing every part of your body, two sets of lips kissing every inch of your skin, two beautiful voices moaning in erotic harmony.

Suddenly the door bursts open, and a rifle-toting Gemini stares you down.
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"What. Is. Going. On. Here." Fumes the brunette, pointing the muzzle at you. "Let them go. Now. Or more of us will be on their way."

"Aw, come on," moans one of the clones, around the dick in her mouth.

"Trust us, sis," murmurs the Gemini, hugging you tightly with her tits in your face. "You want to feel this."

For a second, their eyes lock. You can see the moment their mental connection opens, and arousal sweeps through the half-naked girl's body. She collapses to her knees, rifle forgotten, and crawls towards you, her gaze unable to leave your cock. She joins the other Gemini in worshipping you with her mouth. You smile, and kiss the Gemini who brought her around, feeling your way up her pussy as she moans happily.

"Okay girls, remember, don't open up your telepathic link to the Gemini in that room. No matter what."

Her ten duplicates nod seriously. Questions ran through her head. Were they really going to kill this intruder? What if the corrupted Gemini stood in their way? But she answers her own questions, knowing her clones were thinking exactly the same thing.

She holds up her fingers in countdown. 3... 2... 1. She quickly bursts through the door, Gemini filing into the room. They survey the room cautiously, to find over a dozen naked girls sprawled across the room. About half of them look to be in a semi-conscious state, white fluid oozing out of at least one orifice. The other half are clustered around a remarkably handsome, well-endowed man, all of them stroking or kissing some part of his body.

"All of you, get on your knees and put your hands on your heads," ordered one of the lead Gemini.

"Gemini included," added another.

Their words seemed to shake the dozing, contented girls into action.

"No, you can't hurt him!" cried one, standing up and shielding Michael with her nude body, cum dripping off her breasts. More of the clones joined her, either linking arms to form a wall or protectively hugging their lover.

The soldier Gemini raised their weapons uncertainly, as their cum-stained doppelgangers shielded the man from them. "Hey - is that a weapon?" one of the soldier girls said, seeing their target drawing something from his discarded clothes. "Drop it! Now!"

A quiet click could barely be heard through the chaos. The Gemini who had spoken fell to the ground, a black dart embedded in her bared leg. An instant later, the rest of the Gemini dropped to their knees, guns forgotten, as a chorus of moaning filled the room. Their pussies quivered, chests heaving more with every breath, dozens of nipples all hard as diamonds, as the arousal built in their bodies at an unbelievable rate, until finally a colossal orgasm ripped through them. Two dozen naked - or underwear-clad - brunettes screamed as they came harder than any woman had in history. Outside, the hundreds of gun-toting Gemini guarding parliament also dropped to the ground, quivering and groaning as they, too, were sent into an instant orgasm by their telepathic link. Across the houses of parliament, their slim bodies shook with unyielding pleasure, eyes rolling up into their heads, drool spilling from their open mouths as they thrashed like fish out of water.

You jerk yourself off to the site of a room full of naked, identical women spasming and whimpering and screaming as they all share an experience they will never forget. You lift the nearest head to your cock, and her lips part for it seemingly unconsciously, sucking on it like a pacifier even as her body trembles and her pussy squirts. You are dimly aware of the other bodies around you flickering and fading, until only one remains. You cum down her throat, and wipe yourself off on her lips. Standing up, you reflect: this was a good day.