Clone Your Willy

It looked so easy but, even after words of warning from Hubman, the first attempt to produce our clone a willy review turned out to be a disaster.

Being so often apart, it seemed like the ideal way to fill those long empty days without Ruf and his appendage, so I spoke with the lovely Becky at Clone A Willy.

My first concern was my latex allergy but Becky reassured me that the finished dildo is made from a completely safe ‘silicone-like’ material that is hypoallergenic & non-toxic. The exact same material is currently being used in Hollywood to create incredibly lifelike masks & special effects. Unlike plain silicone, it won’t ever break down when used with water-based or silicone-based lubricants, and its low viscosity allows for incredible detail.

Having satisfied myself that I wasn’t going to end up with nether regions that were red and swollen for all the wrong reasons, the kit duly arrived. The idea was that, upon my arrival, he would have everything ready and I would immediate assume the position to accomplish the Clone Your Willy business, utilising the lust that had accumulated over the intervening three weeks to ensure Albert was in tip-top condition.

We had not reckoned upon the extent of that pent-up passion, which precluded any possibility of reading instructions or fiddling around with chemistry sets before it was satisfied.

Three days later, we emerged from the bedroom ready to get down to the job in hand. Sadly, despite his owner’s assurances to the contrary, Albert had other ideas. Faced with the concept of multi-tasking, Ruf’s brain discovered that I had exhausted him to such a degree that there was insufficient energy to pump blood to his cognitive brain cells as well as his cock. This meant that, despite frantic sucking on my part, as Ruf read the instructions and attempted to mix the gunk that would form the mould, Albert remained resolutely at half-mast with all the distractions.

We also totally cocked up the timing and, when he did try to push himself into the goo, it was already half-setting, causing Albert to bash his head half-heartedly against the slowly solidifying mess before curling disconsolately back on himself in disgust.

There followed an apologetic exchange of emails with Becky, who came to our rescue and supplied a replacement bag of Clone A Willy Moulding Powder.

Three weeks later, I was again hammering up the motorway determined to get my replica of Ruf’s cock. A combination of torrential rain and roadworks on the M1 meant that I arrived far too late to accomplish the making process so we, again, retired to the bedroom to get to know each other again.

After that, Ruf and Albert were banned from activity for the next 24 hours in order to fully recuperate. As I kept reiterating: ‘I want to clone your willy when it’s at the peak of its perfection’. So, on a cloudy July afternoon, with lust in eye and mischief in heart, they looked at me expectantly from across the living room. Waving the instructions with one hand, I allowed them to follow me into the kitchen and we began the process once again.

Ruf does not have a mixer tap so it’s difficult to get the right temperature of water as per the instructions. Running some cold water into his measuring jug, he then added a small amount from the boiled kettle. The optimum temperature is 98 degrees and, using the little thermometer that came in the Clone A Willy Kit he got the water to just above the right temperature. There is a small amount of leeway – it works from about 85 degrees but will take longer to set, so we wanted it to be as close to 98 degrees as possible – to follow the instructions exactly on timing.

There followed a small amount of arousal (thanks to Sapio Slut for the stimulation), a lot of kissing and then I dropped to my knees as Ruf clicked the timer that would tick through one minute and 20 seconds whilst I sucked and he stirred the powder into the water.

The buzzer went off, he pulled away and plunged his cock into the pre-prepared (he had already cut it to the length of his cock on the previous attempt) container. The white goo was a bit like yorkshire pudding mix. Thick and gloopy and it overflowed all over his groin and the floor. With one hand resolutely pushing the container against his pubic bone, he depressed the timer for two minutes as we giggled at the unsexyness of that moment, following so close upon what had gone before.

Just as the two minutes elapsed, he could feel that it was all setting and pulled the big test tube away revealing the space in the tube where once Albert had been. Peeling the excess goo from where it had set on the floor, his thighs and his scrotum, we retired to the bedroom for 90 minutes and a large number of orgasms.

This is where there was some confusion as we had two sets of instructions. The ones that came from Clone A Willy and those actually in the kit. One said to fill the mould with rubber between two and four hours later and the other no more than two hours. So at one hour 52 minutes, I mixed the two containers of brown and clear liquid together and stirred vigorously for two minutes, tipped the mould to remove any accumulated water and poured the mixture into the gap.

Next up, take some cardboard and cut a cross in the centre. Push the vibrating section into the cardboard so that only the lid is exposed (to allow for changing the batteries) and then slowly lower the contraption into the filled mould until the cardboard could rest across the top of the container.

Leave for 24 hours… ours sat on the window sill in the kitchen. It was definitely going to be bent because I could see a small part of the shaft pressing brown against the side of the plastic container.

The following evening, using his teeth to get the required purchase on the rim of the vibrating section, he dragged our new toy from its chrysalis.

When erect, Albert has a natural curve but, in thrusting him into the container of goo, he had got slightly bent out of shape in the wrong direction causing Ruf to be a little despondent about the subsequent loss of length but the detail is just astonishing – right down to the textured skin on the glans and the veins in the shaft. It really was quite bizarre with the two of them placed side by side. A sort of Madame Tussauds moment.

The funniest moment for me was when Ruf put it in his mouth and marvelled at the width and how difficult it was to fit it between his lips. Welcome to my world!!

The following morning, Silicone Albert was put rigorously to the test by Ruf, producing the most amazing climax in conjunction with my Magic Wand. Feeling that familiar head being pushed into the circle of muscles at the entrance to my vagina, I could not tell the difference between the model and the real thing. Although as it progressed further inside, it felt much more rigid than its real-life counterpart, exaggerating all the well-known sensations. Once it was being thrust much faster and more vigorously with Ruf’s hand than he could manage with his hips, the effect was… well… multi-orgasmic… and then finished off by the real thing.

It’s well worth the effort of getting to grips with the fiddly practicalities with the timing and the water temperature and I am really looking forward to taking Silicone Albert home in my handbag to take pride of place in my toy box there… and I shall be talking to Becky to find out if it is possible to get more silicone mix so that we can re-use the mould to have another copy here.

Great fun and a worthy addition to any toy box.

Oh, and no allergic reaction either!