It's a Fucking Robot!
(M+/F+, robot, rel, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Harcourt James sped to the supermarket parking lot in his Skimmer, which rode on air instead of wheels. Beside him sat a man that looked exactly like Harcourt, that could've been his twin brother. A woman sat in the back seat.

The man who sat silently beside Harcourt and was an exact duplicate of him was not his twin brother. It was Harcourt Two, a robot. And it was 9a on an August day in 2003.

Harcourt circled to join the other robot owners, each with a duplicate seated beside him or her, in Skimmers similar to Harcourt's. The humans got out of their cars to mill around the closed doors of the supermarket, awaiting the manager who would open the doors. The robots, most of whom looked exactly like their owners, sat patiently, silently, waiting for the call to work. Harcourt found a friend, Henry.

"Still thinking of trading in your GM and your DuPont for ACD robots?" asked Henry.

"You know it," said Harcourt. "I've already got my order in."

"How stupid can you be?" asked Henry. "ACD robots are the worst. Twenty companies make a better robot."

The store manager arrived. The robots filed silently out of the Skimmers on order from their owners and into the store to do their jobs. Some were checkers, some were stock- handlers, some were baggers. Besides the store manager, there was only one other human worker in the store, a woman too poor to own her own robot. The robots with plastiskin surfaces and driven by miraculous miniature electronic 'chips', mingled with the human customers, blending so perfectly that it was impossible to distinguish between human and machine. The salaries the robots earned would go to the owners, who could go fishing, stay home and loaf or work at other jobs.

Robots delivered, and the store buzzing with early morning customers, Harcourt and Henry returned to the parking lot. Henry looked at the robot woman in the back seat of Harcourt's vehicle. He shook his head.

"You've got a robot checker and a female robot bank teller," he told Harcourt. "You'd have to give up both to get one of the ACD robots. You can live like a king - why give it up?"

Harcourt was tired of Henry's skepticism. "You want to know why? I'll tell you why. It's a secret, but I got a good reason. The new ACD robots are gonna be able to have sex."

"YOU'RE CRAZY!" Nobody would dare make a robot that has sex."

"ACD will. They'll have the only robots in the country - in the world! - that can both work at jobs and have sex."

"Man," said Henry, "giving a robot sex equipment is AGAINST THE LAW! Didn't you know that."

Harcourt smiled a cunning smile.

"No, my friend. ALTERING a robot after it leaves the factory, that's against the law. The black market sex attachments stink anyway. Any manufacturer of robots can make 'em do anything they want, except kill a human."

"Harcourt, twenty big companies make robots - GM, DuPont, Kodak, Lockheed, even the telephone company. They're all in the act. Not ONE puts sex parts in robots. How come?"

"Because they're big companies with little old lady stockholders and a public relations image. It's a gentlemen's agreement - until some small aggressive outfit comes along and starts sexing-up the robots. When profits drop, they'll switch fast-enough. By then, little old ACD right here in Chicago will be way out in front."

"You know so much!" sneered Henry.

Harcourt had had it up to here with Henry's sneers. He was sworn to secrecy but this morning, he couldn't take it any more.

"My cousin is a lady engineer at ACD downtown," said Harcourt. "She's in Advanced Research. She's working on a robot with sex parts right now. I've seen pictures. I'll tell you something, friend. Those first ACD's will sell for $100,000, and your average non-sex robot will drop from $20,000 to $5,000 on used robot lots all over Chicago and everywhere else!"

He stalked off in triumph to deliver his lady robot to her job at the bank as a teller. Might as well goof off the rest of the day. When you own two working robots, who needs a job. And when those ACD sex jobs come out - zowie!

Henry waited until Harcourt was out of sight. Then he pulled a small transceiver out of his pocket and called the Chicago headquarters of the private detective firm that employed him. By noon every large corporation in the country that made work robots had the word. A small Chicago outfit was about to release a robot with sex parts - and this newest of industries, that had excited the country for the past ten years, was due for a major upheaval.

Thirty miles away in downtown Chicago, Claire Lyons, Project Engineer for the ACD Corporation, cleared her laboratory of all humans. She was all alone with Big Sam, the first robot in the history of the world who had everything.

She walked up to the six foot robot who smiled politely down at her.

"Well, Sam," she said, "today you become a man. You cost us two million dollars and the front office wants to find out what they've bought."

The robot stood a little over six feet, with broad shoulders, a nicely tapered torso and muscular legs. His body was patterned after a famous athlete, while his face resembled Claire's boss, Nelson Harper. It was both an in joke and a compliment to the head of Advanced Research.

"You're beautiful," the robot told her, his seduction cycle activiated by her body heat and other sensory data.

"Thank you," laughed Claire, eyes dancing. The fact was, she was beautiful. It was an accident of birth. She had an engineer's brain in the sexy body of a model. At thirty, she was at her physical as well as mental peak.

She accepted her beauty and femininity. Her usual dress was a black leatherite jumpsuit with a wet look. Breasts tight and jiggly in the suit, belly flat, rear-end ripe, thighs and legs perfectly curved, she was a fitting representative of the human race in this first sex encounter with a machine.

She pulled down Sam's head and kissed him on the mouth. At the probing of her pink tongue, his lips opened. Her tongue shot into his mouth. She savored his sweet breath, delicious saliva, his gasp. Of course a sex robot had to have all of that and more. He had to be more like a man than a man himself.

Breathing deeply from the kiss, and excited, Claire reached down and played with Big Sam's cock in his pants. It thickened and rose just like it was supposed to.

"Uh," grunted the robot in distress. His pants constricted his hard-on. Delighted with this little touch she'd given him, she released his cock from his pants, stroking the warm plastiskin that felt so real. It was great. She felt her cunt swell and become wet as she moved the soft cock skin over his hard love-muscle.

She fondled the stiff cock, so hot and natural, and she felt the velvet run of preseminal fluid seep out. Maybe there was a little more of that than a real man gave off.

"That feels GREAT," murmured the robot in a deep, masculine voice. The voice had been specially chosen. Its vibrations stirred the female skeleton. The right voice added a lot of sexuality.

"You're hung," she laughed. She felt the nipples of her big breasts tighten hard in her wet suit as they burned in rising desire.

She reached down and felt for the buttons hidden in the robots balls. His cock expanded at once from the standard six inches to seven, and the girth also widened.

"Ohhh," she said. She worked the button again. Sam's prick expanded once more to ten inches and wider. Sam was made to please any female orifice.

"I've got to get it off," begged Sam.

"Sure you do!" she laughed.

She bent her head to stare at the enormous male member. The color was perfect, skin slightly darker than the rest of his body. It was reddened right now with sex desire, almost purple at the spade-shaped head. Realistic purple veins fed "blood" into the muscle to keep Sam rock-hard. The skin looked paper-thin with the cock extended. She'd worked very hard to get that male prodder just right. ACD was going to make it or lose it on the cock of Big Sam and the cunt of Happy Nan, her female counterpart for Big Sam.

She jacked off Big Sam with her fist. He came up on his toes, grunting happily. Those micro-circuits, servos and memory units, were so sensitive that the robot actually FELT pleasure sensations in his cock. The result was that she, too, grew more excited as she worked the penis and made him experience pleasure.

She bent down, took his balls in her hand and sucked the end of his cock. She felt a click and he gasped and began to bunt his rod into her mouth. His cock tasted of meat, just like it was supposed to.

"Ahhh, ooooo, ohhhh, good!" he cried.

It was good for her too. She was just about out of her mind with desire, fooling with that big cock.

"Let's drop your load," she said, blushing and thrilling with the reality of the robot sex.

She pulled him to a desk, holding on to his cock and he followed docilely. She felt her heart speed up and her cunt burn. It was the first real test with her virgin robot. This time she meant to go all the way.

She stripped him and stood him in front of the desk, cock jutting up, hard and ready, gleaming with preseminal fluid. His body was fantastic, with ridges of muscle, the soft plastiskin, the handsome face and the ripple of his parts.

Trembling, she slipped out of her one-piece suit and mounted the edge of the desk in front of him. Her breathing was fast and light. Her cunt had filled with syrup. Her nipples stretched taut. Her belly ached. Yet she hesitated a moment. This was the world's first robot fuck. The clock said 10:35a

She slid her hands around his naked buttocks as she gathered him in to her belly. His buttocks felt warm and solid, good in her hands. She felt inside of his crack. His sphincter was his orgasm button. When a female wanted a robot to release his flood, light pressure on the sphicter shot off the spurts.

In her nervousness, her fingers pressed the sphincter.

"Hah," went Big Sam. "HAH!"

"Oh, nuts!" she said, exasperated.

His eyes got big. His face went pink.

"AHHHHH, GLOREEEEE," he sang bunting in the air with his loins. He began to spurt just like a man with spasmodic loops of grey-white cum, grunting his pleasure as the circuits overloaded and spilled. The cum splattered on her naked belly and ran warmly down into her dark pubic hairs, making her shiver. It thrilled her to see the cock jerk and squeeze off those looping liquid darts so realistically.

She let him grunt off his pleasure in the orgasmic cycle and then philosophically reset the balls to fill again. His magazine had ten loads to activate without refilling. Premature ejaculation was no problem. He was instantly ready to go again, still hard. If she'd pressed another button, his cock would've softened and gone into a fifteen minute "wait" routine.

She got a towel and cleaned up the starchy smelling cum. The spent male juice felt sticky on her skin. Just like the real stuff.

She pulled him to her belly again.

"Ready?" she asked needlessly.

"I love this," he said.

She fitted the stiff cock-head into her cunt. She didn't have to do anything else. Once the sensors felt the cock-head bury inside a female organ, the robot began to fuck, as a real male would do. "OHMIGOD!" she screamed in ecstasy.

It thrilled her out of her skull, and was almost painful. Gasping, she reached down to reduce the size of that brutally plunging cock. She'd forgotten and left him at ten inches.

"Ahhh."

His prick sank back to six inches, which was comfortable for her. She wouldn't leave it at that. She wanted to start out the action with the normal-sized cock and then as she got hotter she could expand it to match her expanded cunt.

The robot hugged her at the hips and fucked into her with long, luscious cock strokes, crazing her with sex delight. It felt sooo good!

"Oh, I'm FUUUUUCKED," she moaned happily.

At that moment the lab door opened and her boss, the lab director, Nelson Harper, came in. Rocking in Big Sam's fuck, she could only cling to the robot and stare at him, her face a mixture of embarrassment and delight.

Nelson was an older man, about fifty. It was always strange to see that face when her robot wore a younger version of the same face. His eyes blinked as he took in the hot scene before him, but he seemed determined to interrupt.

"You know the rules, Claire," he said sternly.

He walked over to the robot and shut the power off. She gave a great sigh and slid off the tension of the plunging prick as Big Sam went still and lifeless. She slid off his still-hard prick.

"Wha... what rules, Nelson?" She grabbed for her suit, trying to hide her nudity.

"No one in the lab is ever allowed to be alone with a robot, in case the machine circuits scramble or short. You could be seriously injured, even killed."

"But Nel... Nelson." She was still hyped up by the sweet sex action. She saw it would reveal too much to try to dress in front of her boss, so she just held her suit over her nudity. Sam's big cock carried the gloss of her sex juices which embarrassed her, and she hoped Nelson didn't notice that.

"No exceptions," he said, making his lips thin.

"Now, how can I give Big Sam the final test with my staff hanging around, staring?"

"Don't need the staff. Just one person. I'd be the best bet," he said.

"You want to play dirty old man," she laughed.

There was a glint of humor in his eyes.

"Maybe. This work is hard enough not to enjoy the sidebars."

"So turn on the robot. If you have to voyeur - well, it's scientific, I guess."

"Uh, the point of this robot is that his penis detaches," he said.

"Of course it detaches, Nelson. If we left it on for married couples, the guy would never buy it. Your average guy doesn't want a big, virile male with a better cock than his around his wife all day."

"We designed it, furthermore, so that your average husband could wear the robot cock and enhance his own pleasure, as well as his wife's," said Nelson.

"That we did," she agreed. She felt a thrill in her stomach. She knew now what was coming. Nelson had been hot for her ever since she'd become this project engineer. She'd been so immersed in her work, she hadn't realized how much her boss wanted to plug her, with or without the robot dildo, and the final test was his brilliant chance.

"Before you try it with the robot, I think we'd better test the penis alone," he said. His face was slightly red, his eyes dilated as he stared at the smooth, silkin limbs of the girl.

Her eyes met his, showing some shock and some humor.

"Harps," she said, "You've got a perfectly good wife and, for all I know, a girl friend on the side, so why are you working on me?"

"It's not you," he said doggedly. "It's the president and the board. They want a full report on the machine and its parts. They want it quick. Today's the deadline. I'm the Lab Director. When I report, I need to know exactly how well everything works."

She sighed. She was a little annoyed, a little shocked and a little amused. She was going to have to open her legs for her boss, wearing Big Sam's prick. She let her wet-look suit slide from her body, revealing her smooth-skinned nudity to him.

"You'll have to undress," she said. "It's better if you have an erection."

"I have the erection, and I know how to undress," he said, suddenly affable. His eyes shone as they danced over the luscious curves of the young woman's body. It took him seconds to slip out of his clothes. His prick was about normal and very hard. Embarrassed but dogged, he slipped the expanded robot prick over his own hard-on and fastened it. All of a sudden he was extroardinarily well-hung and they both laughed.

There was a moment of embarrassment. The two of them had worked together for two years, affably as person to person, but there'd been nothing intimate, except in Nelson's fantasies. He'd never really approached her if only for the reason that intimacy, even if she accepted, might corrupt a brilliant working team. Hers were the concepts, his contributions were ideas on how to carry them out.

Now, that no longer mattered. All that counted was intercourse and orgasm, so intimacy had suddenly become a part of the job.

There was nowhere to do it except on one of the desks as she'd done with Big Sam. She mounted the desk again, leaned back and slowly, reluctantly, parted her legs. Looking up those well-shaped, silken thighs to the exposed pink of her cunt, Nelson almost died. She was SOOOOO built. He'd never realized what a clever girl-belly she had.

He fitted his cock, inside the robot cock, into her cunt, not looking at her, as she did not look at him. He shoved his prick into her cunt slowly, tentatively. She looked up at the ceiling, eyes roving as her sex meat was violated.

"AHHH, GOD!" he went

They had foreseen that the dildo effect of fake cock-over-cock could deaden the sweet feeling of cunt invasion. The answer was simple. Put sensors in the robot cock that AMPLIFIED the sensations of friction. He felt it now - a mind-dizzying tightness and hotness that almost paralyzed his shaft with good feeling.

"Ah, uh."

He had to stop, it felt so good. With his cock buried deep in her cunt, with the amplified good feeling, his real cock throbbed and throbbed. He felt for the balls that covered his balls and found the switch he wanted. Instantly, the sharp, focused feeling in his sex parts of a wild desire to burst, eased. The terrific feeling spread out all through his belly. He could control premature ejaculation now, threatened by the amplified good feeling.

"Ohhh, this is weird!" he cried.

"Is it good?" she asked.

"Incredible. I don't feel like I have anything on at all. Instead I feel your cunt-walls as tight, wet and smooth as velvet. Hotter than real life. But I don't have to throw even if the feeling is super. I can FUCK!"

He suited action to word by drilling in and out of her recklessly. The hot, crazed feeling of impossible friction mounted inside of him by leaps and bounds - still he could hold his cum. He laughed happily.

"I can hold it, enjoy!"

All his later life he'd had problems with early ejaculations, especially on those seldom occasions when he took on a younger woman whose beauty turned him on like fury. With the machine in charge, he didn't have to worry. He could ride her at the pre-orgasm level and thrill and thrill and not burst until he was good and ready. The safety factor made him feel incredibly virile.

"We just cured half of the males in America of the rabbit syndrome!" he gasped happily.

"Oh, that's good. OH, OH, OH."

Claire reveled in the sweetest sex-distress she'd ever felt in her life. Her problems in sex came down to one. She seldom had orgasms. This was rough for a good-looking, young woman who attracted males. Her one short marriage had foundered on this. The other fabulous men who'd dated her all faded away when they learned that they couldn't turn her on.

She was turned on now, and the weird thing was that the machine part of it was what made her hot. It was as if she couldn't trust a real-live male, but introduce that hot, fake cock driven by a real prick inside and she felt open, eager and vulnerable to the fuck.

"Ohhhh, Nelson, it does feel soooooo good!" she gasped.

Big Sam's prick had tricks for the female as well as the male. It increased the heat of the sex-lock. It also set off subtle vibrations that the male didn't feel but that sunk into the female parts to set all her sex nerves alive, an idea stolen from old-fashioned vibrators.

She had meant to be cool and lady-like through all of this operation. It was, after all, only a part of the job and it wasn't really necessary for her to cum, but merely to judge if the prick would do its job on the average woman. A couple of times she'd slid the robot prick in her cunt for adjustments and thrilled to it.

That feeling was nothing at all like what she felt now, with a real rod, plus the amplifying dildo inside of her. She felt a man's sex organ as she never had before. Not only did it outrage her nerves with exquisite pleasure, but the sex desire penetrated deep into her pink cunt and seemed to reach the very bone, crazing her with fuck desire.

She began to plunge on Nelson.

"Ah, Nelson. Ho! Ah, meeee... can't stand. Oh, ho. HO!"

She dug her pelvis up against his belly and rode like a silly, helpless little girl straining to get all the delicious candy out of her agitated and swollen sex box.

"You bitch! It turns you onnn," he cried happily.

"NO! YES! OH, OH, WHAT AM I GONNA DO!"

In just about a minute of hot plunging, he had her fucked out of her mind - she, the cool one, the girl who had to fake orgasms and who didn't really care. She cared very much now. Her body went moist with sweat and desire. She was totally captured in this new kind of fuck.

"Oh, Nelson, I'm going - being taken," she blatted, embarrassed, yet having to respond to the incredible feelings of sex she'd never felt before.

"That's... uh, AH, the idea, dear." He was in his own throes of delicious enjoyment, his cock singing with wild pleasure beyond what he'd ever felt before. And he was still locked safely in, which thrilled him to the limits. He wasn't going to throw too fast.

"I... I... I" she shuttered. "OH, I... WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN?"

She tried to lift off the desk to flee this awesome new feeling she had. Pain, yes, but to be crazed by PLEASURE? She wanted to faint, she wanted to jump out of her skin. She wanted ESCAPE.

"AHHHHH... YEEEEEEEE!" she cried, her voice echoing off the lab walls. Her whole body was on fire.

Then she broke. They both heard her cunt slog helplessly, giving up rich rushing of cream from her crazed glands. Her nipples were on fire, the rest of her body was in a firestorm of pleasure.

"AH... UH!"

Eyes staring, mouth drooling, she almost sat up, gave Nelson's cock a fantastic squeeze and went into the first massive orgasm of her life. THROB. THROB. THROB. Her aching cunt surrendered with fabulous quakes of tension-relief and joy. She went dizzy, into a pink haze of total animal enjoyment and sex expression. She sucked air into her lungs, jerking, crying and keening in her totality of giving up her womanhood.

Nelson, who didn't know her normally cool nature, thought she was the hottest cunt he'd ever experienced. He held his breath in wonder, watching her scrub her face and twist helplessly in her mad orgasm.

"Well, now," he said happily. "Well, now."

Never had he felt so close to a woman as this poor, fucked out girl who creamed so fully on his cock and got it off so hotly that she went into a half-faint. He kept slogging in her, holding his own high burn of pleasure, while he took her through her sweet throes of surrender. Then she was a hot, silken doll under him, dazed by her orgasm.

Laughing in pleasure, he pulled her torso up and began to pillage the rest of her charms, locked safely away from spilling too soon. He ate her big nipples which tried to go soft after her sex explosion but which his tongue and teeth quickly made erect again. She had those luscious firm, yet jelly like tits, and he made full use of them, eating one while he fondled and caressed the other, losing himself in the hot breast play that her magnificent twins demanded.

She began to moan and move on his prick again at this new stimulation.

"Don't," she murmured. "I... too tired."

He couldn't stop. He wanted for too long to get at this rich, young female body and pillage it. Soon he had her fucking again, out of the sweet use of her sensitive breasts.

"Oh, Nelson... please."

Her mouth, that sexy, curved, bright and pink orifice. How many times had he imagined running a stiff cock over her lips and into that target of joy. No sucking today, just kissing.

He buried his mouth on hers and drove his tongue relentlessly inside. Her sweet breath, her warm saliva thrilled him, while her recently eaten tits, still warm and wet with his saliva, worked sexily against his chest. He felt dizzy, as if he dived down into the pink richness of her body and controlled everything.

He hardly had to put any effort at all into his fuck now. The robot, on its cunt cycle, did all the work while he got all the pleasure. But he was going to go right out of his skull when he released the broadcast controls that sealed his boiling cum in his body. Already, he felt a pleasing itch down below, riding above the incredible friction pleasure.

He gathered Claire's body to his and sucked her tongue out of her mouth into his, while he reveled in her supple, nude flesh hotly plastered to his own.

"Rrgghhhh," she protested as he bit her sponge-like wet tongue in delight and made her take just a small slice of pain to flavor her pleasure.

To his astonishment, she locked her pelvis to his belly again and began her second orgasm. Overwhelmed by the nipple fondling and the French kisses, she mewed in sweet distress, and got her tongue and mouth loose to gasp.

"OH, OH, OH."

Once again, her seldom-tested loins poured out rich cunt juices to denote her wild excitement and she tensed to give off new throbs of submission. She was one fucked female.

Even in the heat of the action, Nelson was proud to realize that this robot-sex could change the age-old operation of the female anatony. Normally, girls did not spend their juices when they came, except in seeping gland fluids that might be more highly excited at the time of orgasm. This fuck was so great, that the glands were ultimately stimulated to peak near orgasm, so there was a perceptible increase in cunt oils that flowed.

"Nelson, I... gone."

The girl flopped back once more, completely taken and used up, her eyes dazed, her body soft and moist in helplessness.

Even with the help of the machine, there were limits to what you could get from the human body. Nelson felt it now - a gut-deep sense that his time had come.

He locked his cock tight in the passive girl's cunt. She murmured and moved uneasily under him. He felt for the quick release of the robot cock. At once the pressure eased. He almost came at that moment, the hold-back power of the magic member gone. But he forced himself to hold. Then he eased his natual prick out of the cunt. That left the robot dildo inside of her. He slid that out.

He looked down at his own cock. It was near a paralysis of good feeling, and it was purple with desire and excitement. Carefully, he reintroduced his swollen prick into Claire's cunt. This time there was no robot prick between them. The machine had served its purpose. It was only his meat and her meat, the way, he thought, the invention would usually be used.

He fucked up into her cunt. The stimulation was no better than the amplified stimulation from the device, but he was driven by the natural desire to burst cum into a woman's cunt and impregnate her.

"AIEEEEE!" he screamed.

He let it go. CUM. CUM. CUM.

He almost fainted from the joy and the tension release from this master of all fucks he'd ever had in his life. The pleasure was incredible because he'd been held back just right, without overloading and now he could burst. Wham, wham, wham, he went, right on Claire's womb wall, keening in crazed delight.

"OH, BABY. OH, OH, OH."

His normal cum throw, at his age, had diminished to about six inches. Not this time. He shot off good twelve inch gushes, creating back- pressure in her cunt, and his reservoir spumed out twice what it normally did.

"OH, SO GREAT!" he yipped in delight.

He clung to the girl and made her take burst after burst of his seed, reveling in the best sex he'd had in years. He felt as if he pitched boiling orgasm from his toes and scalded her body and, indeed, she jerked as she felt his hot darts of completion spume in her belly.

"Aahhhhhhh."

He faded down in diminishing glory, the euphoria of the after-spending replacing the wild excitement of his throw. The whole thing was a triumph, they were going to change the face of America with these new robots that added a new dimension to sex.

Exhausted, he pulled off of Claire who remained on top of the desk, legs apart, his semen running from her cunt, a completely fucked-out young female.

"Well, we did it, kid," he said. "The directors will cheer."

"I knew that as soon as I had come," she managed. "You, you won't be spending any more money on Seamus Bannister and his Smart Suit in the other lab, will you?"

Nelson had forgotten all about his other sex project, of which Claire was so jealous. She wanted all the money and all the attention on Big Sam. But the ACD Corporation had more than one shot in its locker.

"I can't answer that, Claire. Big Sam is a triumph. Nothing can diminish that."

Already her head was swelled a little. "I know you'll have to get rid of Seamus and his stupid Smart Suits," she said, happily stretching on the desk, "Nothing can top the work we've done here."

Seamus Bannister had a surprise for America. While the nation went crazy with the buying and selling of robots and using them in more mechanical jobs, his research went off in a slightly different direction.

Seamus was the son of a famous biologist at Harvard-West, and when he brought his project to Nelson Harper, Nelson listened. The Smart Suit idea, like the robot idea, was a project whose time had come - which meant that it should've been invented years ago if most corporations weren't so frightened of really new advances.

The ACD board wanted to concentrate on robots - with a difference. They knew however that even in the sophisticated America of the 1990's there was going to be some objections to robots that did everything. It was always possible that machine-enhanced sex might lead them into big trouble. Therefore, they went along with Nelson and his Smart Suit project as a hedge.

There was a real rivalry between Seamus and Claire Lyons, which pleased Nelson, but he knew he'd have to move carefully in not favoring either. Seamus, thirty two, bright, handsome, virile and aggressive, was an even match for the woman engineer and if they ever got at each other's throats, the fur would fly. So he balanced things carefully.

Seamus had his spies in Claire's group, just as she had in his group. That morning Seamus got the report that Claire's lab was cleared and a final test on Big Sam was under way.

Seamus knew that the president and the board were meeting that afternoon, so he judged that the robot project was going to be reported as finished. It was up to him not to be caught lacking. He would have to test his Smart Suit today as well, and force Nelson to carry the news of its success to the meeting.

What frustrated him right at the moment was not his invention, but the human element. Getting the thiing tested. For that Seamus had chosen Marybelle Fletcher, one of his newest lab assistants, and also the best looking. The blonde had a luscious little body, stood five-four and broadcast waves of unconscious sexuality. The problem was she'd been married recently, and she just wasn't going to put on a Smart Suit and let him test the sex results on her. Yet he was determined that she and no other would carry the good news to Harper.

"Marybelle, I want you to put on this lower half of the SS," he told the girl.

She looked at what he held out to her, a pair of pantyhose, it seemed, that was completely transparent.

"Oh, Mr. Bannister, I couldn't take off my clothes in the lab. My husband would never allow that."

"You put them on," he said patiently. "Then you put on your jumpsuit over that."

"Mr. Bannister, it's lunch time and all the other girls are gone. I want to go too. Could somebody else do it - after lunch?"

"No," he said firmly. "It'll only take a minute."

"But the SS has something to do with sex," she protested. "My husband wouldn't."

Trickery was called for. It had to be that luscious body, husband or no husband.

"The SS does lots of things, Mrs. Fletcher. It cleans the body with ultrasonics. No water required. It helps you walk - it moves your legs for you. The top part broadcasts all kinds of useful stuff to your brain, keeps you out of trouble, protects your body in accidents."

"This test... doesn't have anything to do with sex?" she asked.

"Would I ask that of a nice young girl who was recently married and loves her husband?" he asked sweetly.

She looked doubtful. The other girls in Seamus' lab had told her that promotions and raises came fast if you did what the boss wanted. None of them ever complained that he approached them sexually. It was probably all right.

"Well, if I can have the extra time added to my lunch hour."

"No problem, Marybelle."

She went into the Ladies, stripped and slid in the "pantyhose" that was the bottom part of the Smart Suit. When the top zipped on, it became a transparent leotard covering the whole body from shoulders to toes. Located in the seams were dozens of microcircuits, cleverly hidden and capable of performing many functions. All you had to do was to know which switches to touch. A human in a Smart Suit was a super person with a five fold increase in muscle power. You could walk or run for miles without fatigue, lift heavy loads, resist any weapon. Sensing attack, it even cut down the damage of bullets. It was impervious to fists, knives or smacking instruments. You could not be mugged in a Smart Suit.

It also warmed or cooled the body as desired, cleaned it with ultrasonics, without water and became an aesthetic pleasure by changing its colors from transparent through the whole spectrum. Seamus liked to call it a total environment, because with the top added it broadcast a series of messages to the brain from tiny information matrices that stored whole libraries of information.

Marybelle did not concern herself with all of that as she slipped into the bottom part. She thought it looked sexy, adding its transparent gloss to her skin as if she were wrapped in see-through plastic.

It fit skin-tight and really showed off her considerable attributes, fore and aft. Chuckling at her half-shining body, she started to reach for her clothes when a strange thing happened. There seemed to be a bunching of the material between her legs. Now, activated by some sensor, she felt a rush of the material right up into her privates, like a snake finding its nest.

She gave a gasp as the material peeled right up into her cunt, protecting that as well. For an instant she felt a stab of sexuality. But though she stood frozen, nothing else happened. In seconds it was as if material was not forced up inside of her. It was all right. Confidently she dressed and returned to the empty lab.

Seamus sat at one of the control panels that dotted the lab, a slight frown of concentration on his face as he stared off into space.

"Uh... I've got it on," she reported.

"Oh, yes, Marybelle." He acted as if he'd forgotten she were there. He picked up a small black box attached to a cord and looped it around her neck like a necklace, the box hanging like a pendant at her throat.

"You understand that in normal operation the suit runs itself," he told her. "Here in the lab I broadcast signals to it through that computer control on your neck. If you had the top of the SS on, you wouldn't need that."

She nodded and he told her he wanted to try out some standard tests. The first one was to make the suit walk for her. He tapped some controls and the legs of the suit carried her down the lab without any effort on her part.

"Fantastic!" she cried. "It's just like floating. I don't have to do anything at all."

He walked her back towards him and turned on the ultrasonics cleaner. She felt a slight vibration from her hips down; suddenly she knew the lower part of her body was CLEAN, as if she'd stepped sparkling from the shower. Somewhere near the ankle a small vent discharged almost unnoticeable puffs of dry powder.

"That's terrific!" she said.

It was the first time she'd had on even a part of the SS which she began to like. She skipped around the lab, letting the thigh and calf action of the SS do the walking for her. It was a glorious feeling of being able to skim over the ground without any effort at all.

The lab was almost one hundred feet long with work benches for tiny electronics parts, molders, trimmers, outlets for gas, air and water, and great rolls of duroplast, the transparent, silky material used in the SS. She flowed through the aisles, humming happily. She learned at once that if she moved her legs faster, the suit helped her walk faster. If she slowed down, there was a second of resistance and then the sensors of the suit slowed it down to the pace she wanted. That part alone sold her on Seamus' invention.

Suddenly Marybelle felt the control of her legs taken away from her as Seamus punched some buttons and the legs of the suit made her march back to where he sat at the control panel. It was that little black box he'd hung around her neck.

She felt uneasy about this, but he smiled a disarming smile and said: "I just want to show you how the suit protects you."

He clenched a fist and took a terrific swipe at her belly. She gasped and winced as she saw the awesome blow coming. The suit was quicker. Acting with nanosecond speed, it shot out energy to protect the wearer. The fist never landed. Deflected, the fist shot off to one side almost pulling Seamus from his chair. He laughed at the expression on her face as she felt only a light tap where the blow might've landed. It was hardly a finger flick.

"Fantastic!" she breathed.

He grabbed a two foot long metal rod and tried to spank her full force across her rounded buttocks. The blow never landed. The rod shot to one side and flew from his hand at the sudden deflection. Again she felt only a slight tap on her rear.

Growling, he seized a knife and tried to stab her right in the belly. She screamed.

The tip of the knife broke as the suit reacted and her leg, driven by the suit, not her, kicked out and sent the knife flying high in the air. Once again, she felt nothing.

"You see?" he said.

"Oh, Mr. Bannister, this is truly a great invention."

"There's plenty more."

He punched another button and worked a rheostat. Instantly Marybelle felt her body relax. Her mind seemed to turn to flowing honey, euphoric and pleased. Seamus was her best friend in the world. The lab was the greatest place on earth to be right now.

She felt hot in her clothes. She had to take them off. She didn't want to, exactly but she HAD to. Off came her blouse, while she stepped out of her boots and slacks, reducing herself to her panties, her bra, and, of course, the gleam of the SS pantyhose.

"I... I..." she went.

She felt so confused. It felt great to take off, her clothes. It was important to take off her clothes. Yet a resisting part of her told her she shouldn't strip in front of her boss.

"Don't you think I'm good looking?" she said. "Don't you think I'm s-s- sexy?"

She turned around displaying her body. She wanted to stop displaying herself in this bawdy fashion, but she wanted to get more of that honey cream feeling, too.

"I'll bet you want to f-f-fuck me," she stammered.

It was a word she NEVER used, a shocking word she wouldn't even let her hot, loving husband use. Yet the instant she said it, things happened. Something came alive between her legs, up in her cunt. She felt a glorious warmth spread to her sex parts, making her juices flow and her cunt swell. She felt hot, sexed up.

"I... I... I..."

"The bra, Marybelle," said Seamus.

"Oh, I cou... cou... not," she went.

She knew it was that black box at her neck. She tried to lift it off of her neck, but her hands deflected. Instead they scrambled to her bra catch and she unhooked the bra. She exposed her full, naked breasts to Seamus, standing there pigeon-toed like a confused, helpless little girl. Her hands went up to cup those gorgeous twin mounds, which were hard- nippled, and presented them to Seamus. She blushed. She felt tremors of hot desire all through her body.

"The panties, Marybelle."

"The panties," she gasped. She wanted to scream "NO!". She wanted to turn and run from the lab and the staring man. But the sweet honey excitement inside of her was too powerful. She slipped off her panties, revealing her pink, wet cunt under a thatch of blonde pubic hairs.

"Put your hand down below and make yourself feel good, Marybelle," said Seamus.

She had to do it. Her hand slid over the glossy, transparent suit and fondled inside of her cunt. At once she locked her legs on her finger and thrilled as she rubbed her clitoris through the suit material.

"Do you ever masturbate, Marybelle?"

"NO, NEVER," she cried.

"Well, maybe now's a good time to learn," he said. He gave the direct order. "I want you to excite yourself as far as you can."

It was fantastic. She'd never felt so sexed up in her life. She used one and then two fingers inside of her cunt, her heart pumping in excitement, reveling in displaying her sexuality to this forbidden man and yet shamed that she wanted to do it.

She arched up her loins and moaned in deep pleasure as her belly caught fire. She knew the suit did something to her sex parts. The sleeve that had wormed up into her cunt provided a hardness and a slight motion just like - just like - well, a COCK! Her fingers added pleasure.

"Ah," she went. "Oh, hah!"

Seamus thought she was the sexiest sight he'd ever seen. Her rounded, blonde body was a fabulous thing to behold. Her high, perfect tits were bold in exposure and red with excitement, nipples flexed hard. Her soft, graceful torso showed a fast beating heart above her belly. Her abdomen was ever so slightly swelled, suggesting loin richness of a nubile female. Her V was exquisite, as were her tapered thighs and legs. Add a pretty, if not intelligent, face up above with an incredibly shapely little ass down below and she was a rich little fuck animal - there was no other way to say it.

He got up from his chair to take off his pants and relieve his aching hard-on. He slid out of his shorts so that he wore only his socks and short white lab coat. He was a little dizzy now with desire to plunge into that rich body and pillage her charms.

He sat back down in the chair which did not have arms.

"Come here, Marybelle." He touched a control.

Her legs did not move. The suit moved her legs as she came to stand before him, red-faced in excitement and embarrassment, her fingers still hooked under her pelvic ridge as commanded.

He pulled her fingers away. "We'll try something else," he said. He could not help teasing her a little. Marybelle belonged to that group of rich-bodied, sex capable young women who constantly denied their sexuality and insisted they were nice girls with never a carnal thought in their heads while all the time they screwed their brains out with some guy. If they were honest and admitted that they turned guys on and turned themselves on, he wouldn't have minded. He hated hypocrisy.

"I think you want me to fuck you, Marybelle," he told her. He pulled her to his lap where his big cock jutted up, hard and hungry.

"Oh, no, I... I WANT TO FUCK," she wailed.

"At last, reality," he smiled.

He pulled her unresisting body onto his lap, relishing the body heat of the sexed-up girl. He fitted his prick to her cunt, protected by the sleeve of the suit, and fucked up into her body. She oozed down on his cock gasping as he penetrated deep into her cunt.

"Oh, I... Ohhhhh," she gasped.

He dug hands into her soft nude flesh, enjoying the feel of total girl. How many times had he fantasized this moment? She was just too luscious for men to resist such thoughts. Her hot cunt felt fabulous along his prick. Her wetness seeped through the porous sleeve as it was supposed to, and it lubricated his member with sweet girl juices. He held her buttocks, slick and contained in the plastic, and gave himself over to the divine pleasure of driving his tight-held rod in and out of her belly.

The sleeve did its part. It flashed hot signals to all her interior pleasure nerves, making her quiver with desire and joy. She could not help rocking up and down on this alien and forbidden prick.

"Uuuuu... so deeeep in meeeee," she gasped.

The sleeve had something for the male too. Cocks reacted well to varying pressures. There were subtle, sexy changes by the sensors to thrill his penis with different friction tensions. It would tighten to slow him up and half craze him with cunt resistance. It would losen to make him fuck faster to keep the high fire raging. It also monitored her clitoris to make sure the pressure was steady and demanding.

Seamus ran his hands up Marybelle's smooth naked back and brought her torso forward as he began to ravage her glorious tits. As he bit and sucked her hard nipples she squirmed and cried, "CAN'T STAAAAAND."

She broke. In her confused, creamy condition, with all inhibitions removed by the suit, she had already thrilled to her ultimate erotic limit. The shock, pleasure and wildness of sitting in her boss's lap and being thoroughly fucked by him sent her into a pleasure overload. The suction on her tits was the last straw.

"HOOOOOOOOOO!" she cried in ecstasy and gave up her womanhood.

Seamus felt her orgasm with powerful girl thuds along her cunt. She clutched him for dear life, that hot, supple body grinding to his and gave up her womanhood with luscious throbs of submission. He felt it clear up in his belly. He kept up the stabbing, rocking fuck to stimulate her through her joyous run, hugging her tight and eating one tit.

"Uuuuuuuu," she mumbled, jerking and throbbing in delicious joy until her nerves could flash no more messages of good feeling.

She went limp for a few moments. She existed in a purple world of total physical joy that was so different from her prior sex experience that it was like being a different person. All her life Marybelle had had a strong sex drive. Her parents, seeing her beauty and her growing sexuality, had lectured her long and earnestly on morals and the need to restrict her love.

In her encounters with men she always had to feel that love sensation that was sometimes hard to maintain when there was a hungry bitch animal to be satisfied, under the niceties. Only when she was drenched with love phrases was she able to let go.

This time the decision was not hers. The suit decided all. Therefore she had no obligation to search for love or other excuses. Her animal body seized the luscious sex sensations and went to town. She almost fainted from the power of her first orgasm.

"That's one, baby," he said softly. "Shall we try for two?"

He reached under to touch the control that retracted the suit sleeve from out of her cunt. Another control opened it so he could expose her naked flesh while he pressed the sleeve back out of the way in her crack.

He fucked up into her natural cunt with a grunt of pleasure. Now it was bare cock and bare cunt, fucking. Even in his cleverest design moments Seamus realized that the sleeve could only be a stimulant but that for finishers people wanted naked cock against naked cunt.

Surprisingly, it didn't feel quite as good as with the sleeve, proving he'd done a fantastic job. But it was more satisfying to drill the girl this way. She was plenty hot, tight and wet.

"Oh, oh, baby, you are one luscious fuck."

"I... I..."

She was what a man always wanted in the final joyous throes of sex, a hot witch belly thrusting and pulling on his cock without a messy ego to babble, scold, lie or distract from the hot animal contact.

He pulled her body back against his only this time he let those full breasts ride on his chest while he sought her mouth. Wet, rich lips parted like ripe petals to admit his male, questing tongue. His tongue explored her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, the roof of her mough. He kissed and sucked on that wet orifice, thrilling her and himself with the wild kisses, sucking her saliva, grabbing her tongue to chew on it and make her whine.

Down below he fucked into her with long, luscious strokes that sent him half out of his mind. All her richness and ripeness, all her wetness and vulnerability was his. He especially wanted to lay his ropes of male seed deep in her loin mass in some defiance against her monotonous, overdone lectures about her love for her husband and her faithfulness.

It came as he drove his tongue once more into her mouth, soft and weak from his assault. His cock thrilled to the limit and he felt the exquisite, impossible moment when his body lost all voluntary power and swept to orgasm. There was the gasping moment of stillness and extreme ecstasy as the orgasmic fist rolled out its pleasure over all muscles. Then he spurted.

Wham, wham, wham. Leaping gushes of cum burst in her cunt as he seeded her at last, feeling the wild joy down to his toes. No true male could be around a girl like this, so made for fucking, without wanting the final release of burning her womb wall with his seed. He let it spume in magnificent joy and relief, holding her tight to take it all. She whined and quivered - began her own orgasm, her second, which surprised him. The suit had really set her up. But it was his own pleasure he pursued now. He held her ripe little butt and shot it all off, aware that his cock had rubbed against her pink, shiny uterus as he seeded her.

"Uh, uh, uh... you... greatest," he grunted in dizzy delight.

She moaned and her cunt thudded against his shaft like a silken glove as she throbbed off her own ecstasies. My God, how could a woman who was supposed to be fucked out and completely possessed by a new husband orgasm like this? Her body seemed hungry to be cock-lashed, even starved.

"Taaaaa-two," he gasped counting her second orgasm. She merely quivered, jerked and sucked off the last of his majestic spurts, squeezing her own delight on his prick.

Glowing, euphoric, Seamus rose and carried her to the nearest flat lab table. He spread a towel and laid her on it. She seemed as dazed and passed out as a drunk. She made a few happy sounds in her throat, but her eyes wandered, unfocused.

He replaced the sleeve to clear her cunt, which it quickly did, turning his cum into dust and passing it down to be expelled. She was clean again.

He stared at her, lovely in her nude, relaxed euphoria.

"Marybelle, something tells me you've never really run out your entire orgasmic potential."

He reached down and activated the sleeve inside of her cunt. It began to imitate a cock, stiffening and sliding in and out of her cunt. Far from being distressed by the continuous sex action, she gasped in pleasure and began to undulate her loins.

Well, it was part of the test. He dried off his cock of her delicious and pungent cunt oils with the corner of the towel and watched her rise to her third orgasm, thrashing her butt this way and that on the table, her hands rubbing down her thighs, but not invading her box. She didn't need to masturbate.

"Ah, I... so hot... so high... looooove it," she crooned.

It was delightful to watch the SS fuck the girl. She twisted and writhed in absolutely graceful arcs and motions, locked in her special world of pleasure. From time to time she lifted her round rear to strain upwards for the beginning of her third culmination. Then she would fall back to writhe some more. The intervals got shorter.

His buzzer rang. It was Nelson Harper.

"You left a message to see me, Seamus? I've been... uh... busy in the other lab."

I'll bet you have, thought Seamus. You're plotting some presentation for the Board with that sexy bitch engineer, Claire Lyons and her stupid robot.

"Got a hot test going with the SS," Seamus told Nelson. "I think you'd better come to my lab right away."

"It's lunch time, you know."

"I think you'll enjoy this better than lunch," said Seamus.

Nelson came into the lab and stopped frozen. He'd arrived just at the moment that Marybelle strained up and reached her third orgasm, crying out, "OHHHH, I'M FUCCCCCKED!"

She paid off her girlhood to the suit with hot gasps and lunges of her swivel hips.

Nelson blanched. "Why, that's the Fletcher girl, the one who."

"She's been recently married and is crazy about her new husband," said Seamus calmly.

"But you... she... should you."

"This is her third orgasm and she loves it."

Nelson clamped his mouth shut. He had implicit faith in Seamus Bannister. Besides, the sight was awesome. The blonde girl was a real beauty, and to see her in her sex throes, the lower part of her body glistening in the SS, was a real thrill. His cock thickened at once.

After a moment he asked, "Can't she hear us?"

"Think of a drug high," said Seamus. "The person knows everything that's going on, but the consciousness is altered. They see reality differently from normal life. She's on a sex high just now. We're running out her orgasm potential. This is only her third."

"How... many?"

"Eight, ten, who knows. This is one highly sexed female."

"You can say that again," said Nelson. Despite his hot sex with Claire not so long before, his prick was rock hard in his pants. "I don't suppose we could help her?"

"Sure, Nelson, if you want. It doesn't matter how she reaches those orgasms, by the suit or some other way."

"I-I," stuttered Nelson, blushing. He was on fire to touch the blonde.

Seamus moved out cooly from behind the table. Nelson saw he wore only his lab coat, was naked down below. His manhood was half-hard.

"Watch this,' said Seamus.

He stood behind Marybelle's head on the table. He eased it back so it hung down from the edge. He slid his half-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly, immediately plastering it with rich saliva. Her hands below stroked her thighs as the suit worked her for her fourth orgasm.

"My God," said Nelson.

"Be my guest," said Seamus, waving a hand.

In seconds Nelson had stripped and they positioned the girl so that he could walk into her V and introduce his cock into her cunt. He slid his blade between those glistening thighs, found her nest and shoved.

"AHHHH!" Nelson went.

"Ohhhh," cried Marybelle. She locked her legs around Nelson's hips, pulling him close.

He closed his eyes in ecstasy and began to fuck into her. "Always wanted - seeing her in the halls - fabulous body."

"It's all necessary... OH... in the interests of the project," said Seamus. He gave a low moan of joy as he fed his now-stiff cock, gleaming with soft saliva into the girl's mouth. She sucked it eagerly.

For her it was in incredible world that she couldn't believe existed. For the first time ever in her life Marybelle felt free and open to express her deep sex needs to the limit. After Seamus first plunged his prick into her she ceased to resist. She enjoyed the first two orgasms and found herself pushed into a magic world where she had only to indulge her body, hungry for this wild freedom she'd never dared to approach before. She'd forgotten all about her husband, her position in the lab, her fears and inhibitions. It was a fabulous high to be so open and animal, without having to sing about love or worry that she might repulse her lover by being too lascivious.

"Ah, ah, ah," she cried happily, losing Seamus' cock for a moment. It seemed utterly natural to her that she should find two pricks thrusting into her body - that was what it was for. She loved the meat taste of Seamus' rod and she loved the sweet friction of Nelson's member down below.

"Hey," said Nelson. "This sleeve inside of her - makes its better."

"Of course."

"I... heeee... ohhhh... maybe orgasm too soon."

Seamus showed him the proper tiny button. At once Nelson felt a thickness in his loins from the sleeve, preventing him from premature ejaculation. The feeling was the same as with the robot cock, the principle was the same.

"Oh, Seamus, we're going to make millions!" sang Nelson happily.

"I suppose you tested the robot."

"Works great. Ahhhh."

"I want in on that meeting this afternoon," said Seamus. "I don't want to be washed out by that big, dumb machine."

Nelson held the rounded, soft hips of the girl and fucked deeply into her cunt, feeling her twist and moan in delight at his prick.

"Sure, Seamus. Anything. Ohhhh! Anything you want!"

Nelson was on his own delicious high.

Seamus was fascinated now with his cocksuck. By holding the girl's head a certain way, over the edge of the table, he had almost a straight shot past her mouth into her throat. He thrilled, held his breath and put his hand on the soft length of her white throat. Then he bunted right past her gag point and down her pink tunnel.

The cock went deeply into her throat, her mucoid walls thick to his shaft, hot and wet and sexy. He imagined his hand on her throat felt his cock through her soft flesh. It was wild.

He dared not hold it for long - the poor kid had to breathe - but he concentrated now on whipping his cock up to fury. She was right with him, sucking, licking, tonguing and biting, driving him higher and higher towards throw pleasure.

"Oh, baby, you'll have a great second load inside," he moaned.

Both men broke at once. Nelson felt the deep warmth in his belly as too much to hold back mechanically. He released the sensor on the sleeve. He strained forward holding the girl's belly to his.

"NOW!" he cried.

"OH, GOOONE," sang Seamus at the same time. Her wounding teeth had nibbed the rich nerves at his cock head beyond his control. He strained just as Nelson did. He went dizzy with delight, shoved his prick deep in Marybelle's throat and let go.

At the same time, he felt her body jerk as she took Nelson's spuming glory shots. It was a good thing that he had deep-throated the girl, because the double explosion in her body triggered her fourth orgasm. She could hardly make any sound because her throat was filled with bursting cock but she twisted up in utter ecstasy and Nelson called, "She... going."

Seamus gave a humorless laugh of relief, against Nelson's satisfied animal grunts, and the girl's gurgles. Hot sperm shot into her body to delight the two men who had so long desired to target her. She reached the ultimate heaven of her sexual limits, never reached before. Her cunt throbbed, her belly expanded and contracted, her buttocks tensed and untensed in run after run of pure bitch joy. She was made for fucking, she DID have a heavy duty sex system. She flew right out in space with exquisite pleasure glazing every nerve in her body, throbbing, succumbing.

Even as the two men finished and her own cunt runs tapered, she knew she would never complain about or reveal this double adultery. It was a new, secret and magic world that she wanted to keep to herself, sharing only with her boss and Nelson. It was the living end!

The men politely covered Marybelle with a couple of large lab towels and left her on the table, since she seemed to be dazed and dozing. As they dressed, Seamus quizzed Nelson about the Claire Lyons project and the Big Sam robot. Nelson told him what had happened with the machine, how it worked and what it did, giving, of course, an expurgated version of his own happy test. Nelson also told Seamus that he would give a good report on the Smart Suit. Seamus should close his lab as Claire had done and stand by in case the Board wanted him to appear in person. Then they adjourned for a late lunch.

"Are you okay?" Seamus asked Marybelle, still laid out on the table like some kind of corpse.

Eyes closed, she nodded and murmured. "Go on. I'll be all right."

The men left and the lab fell silent.

Marybelle was temporarily exhausted physically, but her mind was busy at work. She'd heard all that Nelson had said about the sex robot.

Now, she yawned and sat up. In some ways she felt better than she could ever remember, which surprised her. In fact she felt different than she'd ever felt in her life. It had to do with sex. Until this moment, she'd considered herself prim, undersexed and somewhat afraid of erotic experience. The calloused way Seamus and Nelson had used her in the name of testing the SS should've sent her screaming to her husband and the Morals Police.

She did not feel that way at all. She felt a huge, inner delight with the four orgasms. In fact, she knew she could even have more and enjoy them. She resented what her boss had done; yet she could not deny the vast inner delight that had been inadvertently exposed.

"I've lived a lie!" she said suddenly aloud in shock. Then she smiled at the serious tone of her voice.

Yet it was true. Her parents, her teachers, her friends, even her lovers, few as they were, had constantly warned her about her sexuality and freted over it. Was it possible that with her good looks and deep sex drive she was a threat to THEM? THEY didn't want her to let go, because their sexuality was lesser. Not that she was a nympho, but she'd always been a little held back. Even the two or three sex bouts per night with Donald left her feeling that somehow there ought to be more.

Well, she'd just discovered that MORE with the Smart Suit, despite the outrageous way it had come about. Seamus had said that she might have ten orgasms in a row. She'd heard about multiple-orgasm women, but they'd seemed remote from her life.

"I'm one of them," she said positively. "I want more."

Men with their more limited capacity, and society, preached keeping a lid on sex. What if you had a physical body that really wanted and needed more?

Marybelle found her clothes and dressed, realizing that she was not the same person she'd been an hour or so ago.

She walked from Seamus' wing to the next lab, the robot lab and the domain of Claire Lyons. There was almost nobody around. It was the tail end of the lunch hour, but today routines were disrupted by the big Board meeting. In fact there was a sign on the robot lab door:

EVERYONE IS EXCUSED TO GO HOME AT NOON DUE TO BOARD MEETING.

SEE YOU TOMORROW.

Claire Lyons' name was scrawled on the bottom... Having heard the two men discuss the robot, Marybelle tried the big double doors, found them open and peered into the robot lab.

It was gloomy with the lights out - vastly intriguing. She looked behind her in the hall. There was absolutely nobody around at the moment. She slipped inside the lab, staring around curiously. She'd never been in this wing.

It was much like the SS lab in size, but the rest was different. Robot parts were stacked eveywhere. There were arms, legs, heads, partially constructed humanoid figures and endless benches of electronic parts, the same chips and miniature memory units the SS lab used.

Suddenly, she saw a naked man and froze in shock. Then she realized it was Big Sam, the robot her boss and Nelson had discussed. Curious, she marched up to the machine. She stared at the silent figure, and felt the shock of sexuality sweep up her belly.

He was fantastic! He looked a little like Nelson, yet the face was young and handsome. What really thrilled her was his loin mass, a fabulous male butt and muscular thighs, and still jutting up in a hard- on position, a magnificent cock.

"Man, you're hung!" she exclaimed, thrilled and startled.

"Thank you," he said in a deep, pleasing voice with a slight bow of his head.

She jumped back, laughed and then went closer. She could see he'd been left in LOW.

"Do you want to make love?" he asked. With his penis erect, he was in the seduction mode.

"Maybe," she laughed.

He smiled and held out his arms.

Her heart began to pound. What if... what if... she turned to go. No, she'd better not. Her eye fell on a manual. SEX MODES ACD ROBOT Instruction Manual.

She grabbed it up, stared at the robot then quickly went to the double doors and shot the lock from the inside. The company owed her something. Nelson owed her something. Why not have a little fun?

After she'd necked a little with polite kisses and caressing, she found her cunt swelling and wetting and felt an almost impossible thrill inside. The manual was explicit and easy to follow and Big Sam was quite the gentleman, at least on low power. She initiated all actions, he responded.

Fascinated, excited, she stripped to the buff. Maybe she'd go for a little naked kissing and fondling, even put his big dong inside of her once, just to see what he felt like. She felt pretty hot now. She skimmed the manual.

CAUTION: MAKE SURE GOVERNOR IS OPERATIVE AT ALL TIMES, EXCEPT WHEN ROBOT DOES HEAVY MANUAL WORK.

She understood that. Robot strength used in heavy work could be dangerous. She checked the armpit port and saw that the red painted governor was indeed in place.

Naked, she stood close to the robot, ran her hands down his smooth, muscular back and up on those powerful buttocks and thrilled. Why, he was just as sexy as a well-built man, delightful to the touch, warm, real. He murmured encouragement.

Breathing fast now, she reduced the size of his prick, bent it down and pressed her belly to his. The robot cock dug into her excited cunt, sending huge thrills up her backbone.

"You've got it!" she gasped.

"Thank you," he said politely.

She wiggled and took about three inches of cock inside of her.

"HA!" she went. "HA!"

Intense shocks of delight flooded her belly. She was still sexed-up from what the men had done to her in the other lab.

She went on her tiptoes and eased the cock out. She looked around. There was a low table with the inevitable lab towels on it. She caught Big Sam by the arm and walked him over to it.

"We'll have to do it!" she said, heart pumping fast.

"I'm ready," he said.

She did not want to be under that powerful machine so she instructed him to get on the table on his back, and then she mounted his hips and straddled his cock. Staring down at his fabulous body, she impaled herself on his prick, sinking down to an exquisite heaven.

"Oh, SAM, you're fucking meee!" she cried softly.

"Love it." said Sam. Then he grunted realistically as he bunted up into her cunt with that marvelous prick.

She quickly found that she controlled events by the speed of her movements. The faster she rocked on his rod, the faster he moved. When she slowed down, he paused a second and then slowed down also. She reached down and expanded his prick. It went to seven inches, really filling her excited cunt and frictioning hotly on her clit. It was perfect.

"Oh, I want it... want it... can't get enough," she sang happily. What could be better than a machine that served but left no traces. He would not be on the phone tonight, or bothering her when she was trying to work. ACD had a million dollar idea, that was for sure.

She leaned forward on his solid body and began to kiss that sexy mouth, then transferred his expertise to her aching nipples. He was a fantastic lover. Soon she was covered with sweat and crazy for orgasm, as she was wearing the SS.

Just the same, she held the pace even, frustrating herself to make her final submission stronger. Her desire to be taken to glory grew and grew as she whined and twisted.

"Oh, Sam, I want... I want."

"You're a fantastic lover."

She felt the powerful masculine thrust of his working buttocks, enjoying his involvement and then reached into his crack to expend him as the book said.

"AHHHHH, HEAVENNNNNN!" cried Sam.

He froze just like a man, strained up. His eyes got big. His whole body trembled in ecstasy. Then he burst his cock into her cunt, spurt, spurt, spurt.

"Ohhh, wheeee," she gasped as he flooded her. The burn in her cunt was impossible now. She jerked and twisted. She humped a few more strokes, whined, and gave up her womanhood to the machine. Throb, throb, throb. It was absolutely as good as her husband. She spent fully and completely, reveling in her new openness and understanding of her own powerful sexuality which might even approach the machine's.

She worked it all off, enjoying Sam's slow, steady fucking as he took her through her orgasm until she tapered.

Back on her sex high, as earlier, she un-cocked Sam and sat up to look around the lab dazed. It was empty, silent. No one had come to the door to enter. The employees had no desire to linger when there was a free half day off.

Just one more, maybe. Her cunt felt almost satisfied now, and she thought if she could just run one more turn she'd have finally used up all of her wonderful, deep erotic treasure, never fully spent before.

She rested only for a few moments and then resumed on Sam. The trouble was, it was harder now to go for that final orgasm. After five completions her cunt still burned and her belly was hungry but her muscles had tired. She had to ride the robot very fast to get the same glow she'd had before. Sweat poured between her breasts, down her body. It was getting like work, yet she wanted that final ride.

Her tiring muscles made her slow. Sam slowed too. She realized now that the woman controlled the robot at all times. He could not go faster than she went.

"Oh, Sam, you have to do better."

"I'm trying hard."

She gave a snort of disgust, pushed his arm wide and went for the armpit port. Her fingers scrabbled on the red painted governor, but she couldn't get it off. Then she found the spring clip, tripped it, and the governor flew off and fell on the floor below.

"Now, Sam, YOU do the work," she laughed.

His arms came up, hugged her. She raced her belly on his cock to start him going.

"DO IT MAN!" she cried.

Sam did it. He began to drill her, faster, faster. She began to thrill, relaxing. She didn't even have to move her loins now. Sam did it all.

"Fuck me! FUCK!" she cheered him on, laughing.

He grunted in his exertions, his eyes big. Faster and faster plunged his cock.

"Oh, now that's REALLY doing it," she gasped in wonder.

The thrills were hot and fast now, and she felt crazy new rushes in her belly. No man had ever frictioned her so relentlessly and tirelessly.

She hugged the machine, closed her eyes and worked her loins fast to see if she could drive Sam to greater efforts. She was successful. The machine whipped into her with astonishing speed and felt, to her, like superhuman passion. Against that fierce friction, her cunt gave up luscious oils in a rich flow she'd never been called upon before to produce. Her clit received steady, furious action.

She began to sweat heavily, going dazed and dizzy. But the wildness of the experience lifted her far above the slight discomfort. For the first time she was pressed all the way to the limits of her rich erotic being, and held there.

"I'm going to feel THIS!" she cried happily.

It seemed like all of her nerves throughout her body began to fuse into one aching, pleased clitoris or sex-nerve, making her tremble and whine with exquisite feeling.

"Faster, faster," she gasped.

Sam couldn't go any faster. There was a limit even to what machine speeds could do. But he could hold on for minutes, hours, at this pace.

"Ah, ah, ah," she grunted. Her whole belly was a sheet of white hot joy-flame. She transcended all normal feelings, living in a new world of aching, luscious passion, her body finally completely controlled and dominated.

"YOU DID IT!" she shrieked, feeling the piercing penetrating rush of her orgasm. Somehow Sam had fucked through her to the tender, vulnerable center of her being and she was going to enjoy the ultimate orgasm.

"NOWWWWW," she gasped, slobbering.

THROB, THROB, THROB. She went into a half-fainting euphoria, feeling that she scoured to the bottom of her being and paid off all the sex treasure her rich body contained for the first time in her life.

As she reached the peak of her gorgeous cunt squeezes, she managed to reach into Sam's crack and press his orgasm button. At once the fast action stopped, he strained up in a trembling freeze and delivered hot chunks and darts of body-hot male flame into her cunt, just as she slobbered, slurped, gasped and grunted into her own orgasmic splendor. In those few seconds, she realized what it meant to be fully alive for the first time in her life. Then her body revolted, she tapered and with muscles aching, she expired on top of the stilled robot.

"Love it, oh, LOVE IT!" she sighed happily.

She had sweated so hard, her body was slippery on top of his. For gorgeous moments she rested on top of her conquest, or was she his? She glowed as she floated in post-orgasmic pleasure in the cream, feeling of total sexual fulfillment. She was right. People had laid a hard trip on her, so until today she never really knew what total sex could be like. Bless Seamus Bannister and Nelson for opening this majestic new vista for her!

She dozed for perhaps twenty minutes on top of the machine and then reluctantly got up and restored him to his place and set him on LOW. She dressed and left the lab feeling like a new woman. She was hungry and it was time for lunch...

Seamus Bannister and Claire Lyons glared at each other as they waited for the end of the Board meeting in an anteroom of the Conference Center. So far neither had been called, and it didn't look like they would be.

"If ACD puts all its money behind your robots, the company will be broke inside of two years," said Seamus. "People won't accept machine sex."

"They'll make a fortune. People are always trying to turn themselves into machines, or imitate machines. They set up rituals and try for high performance just like machines. People build machines to learn from them and increase their power. Then, they build better machines which teach them better things, and so on. Why not to improve sex?"

"The moralists will stop it."

"How many moralists are left in the 1990's?" she answered. "As long as we don't flaunt the sex function of our robots, nobody will stop it."

"I won't go to bed with a machine." said Seamus.

"People go to bed every night with less than a machine, and love it."

Seamus grunted, and turned away. This dumb, half-assed girl engineer was impossible. Give her her good looks, there wasn't much else.

"What people won't do," said Claire evenly, is dress up in your quaint, little plastic skins and go poking and prodding into each other."

"You'd be surprised what a Smart Suit can do sexually."

"I'd never dress up in clear plastic to go to bed with my lover."

"You would if it doubled your orgasmic pleasure."

She shrugged. "A few nuts would rather wear your suit and turn themselves into walking human robots than buy machines. The big production dollars will go to my robots."

She did have a way of getting under a man's skin. Seamus' face flushed. He had a desire to smash her in her pretty face.

"After you fail, my suits will save the firm."

They were saved further agony by the appearance of Nelson Harper, hot from the meeting. He had a big grin on his face. Both of them jumped up to hear the news.

"WE'VE GOT IT!" He waved a paper at them. "You won't have to appear. They're sold. Production starts as soon as we can tool up. That means January."

"For robots?" asked Claire.

"For suits?" asked Seamus.

"For both, equally," he said. "There was a fierce debate. It turns out that some thought the robots are a hedge for the SS and others thought the SS is a safety factor against the robot failure. The funds are split down the middle, BUT."

He stopped dramatically, and they both hung on his next words.

"...it was decided that the final allocation of funds depends on the field tests on both the robots and the suits, to be held at once. I mean FAST! Both of you have to go out in the field between now and the holidays and bring back solid evidence of acceptance. Based on that, the final decision will be made at the December Board meeting."

"So the funds are NOT equal," moaned Seamus.

"Everything is equal until December," insisted Nelson. "The field tests are the final hurdle."

They both started to argue with him, but he cut them off.

"Field tests... and fast, my friends. I suggest that you start to pack this afternoon. Claire you had best head east where there are heavier robot communities. Seamus, you should go west where the robot idea hasn't caught on so much. You'll have money, assistants if you need them. Just get going and send me plenty of reports, and fast."

Claire Lyons stood at the window of her motel room in New York City and stared down at the clutter of traffic on the streets below. The colorful profusion of Skimmers, people and robots, awed her. Chicago was city enough. New York was the impossible metropolis. It roared night and day. With almost a million robots added to the heavy human population, it was crammed and jammed to the limit; alive night and day. Even through the sturdy glass picture windows she could hear the constant thunder of robot and human activity. She was almost afraid to expose her jewel, Big Sam, to this brawling, fast-living, hard-driving whirlwind of a city. Robot economics had certainly put the zing back into America's sagging lifestyles of prior decades. Everybody wanted to own one, or a piece of one, or trade up to a better one. More and more jobs were being turned over to robot workers as the machines were refined.

When the sex factor was added, it would be an incredible world, she decided. People would go absolutely insane for a while. In New York City alone, ACD could make back all the prototype costs in just a few months once Big Sam appeared on the scene.

But, the field tests must be perfect. Back in Chicago, everything had been confusion from the time of that meeting. She had jammed Big Sam into a transport box and then spent agonized days and nights arranging for the parts to be taken, the people to be contacted, the criteria to be used, the secrecy to be maintained.

It finally worked out that she went on ahead with Big Sam and his parts. She'd start tomorrow with three trusted friends from her school days at Vassar, all of whom were in New York. They were all sophisticated females who would not be afraid of intimacy with a robot, and who would keep their mouths shut. Her crew would arrive in a week or less with the girl robot, and a list of projects her assistants were setting up for her in Chicago, for New York. Even so, they would have to work like... well, like robots to get the necessary one hundred tests by the December meeting.

"Well, Sam," she said to the quiet, tall man who shared the motel room with her. "We had better get lots of rest tonight. The rat race starts tomorrow."

"Whatever you say, Claire," came the polite reply.

She laughed and patted his cheek. Robots would make great husbands, forgetting all the other things they could do."

"Undress," she ordered Sam.

She loved to watch the big, handsome, masculine body as it was exposed when he stripped. It was sexy too. She grinned when he was entirely nude and showed her a magnificent hard-on. When they'd rushed him into the packing crate, they must've left him in the sex cycle.

She ordered him to sit by the window and take a few pictures with his eyes which were also camera lenses. It wouldn't hurt to have a few colorful night time shots of New York for her personal album after the trip.

Then she undressed herself and piled into bed. So much done, so much to do! She yawned happily and turned herself over to a welcome, tension- relaxing sleep. Life was absolutely fabulous.

The nude robot sat quite still for perhaps a half an hour. The power in his circuits kept building. Without the governor, the energy build up was much greater than when the little device was on.

Presently, he rose and paced, aware that his energy levels were too high to sit still. Beyond a certain point, that energy had to be dissipated, or he would flare out. His circuits demanded work.

What work?

Sex. That's the cycle he was set on. He scanned the room. There was a bed, with a woman in it. Sex.

He went over to the bed and looked down. The energy surged in him. The demand was to use up this threatening energy in sex with this woman, so he wouldn't flare out.

He pulled back the covers. She was nude. Good. She whined a little at having the covers pulled down, but her whine was not a command.

He eased onto the bed, moving carefull, as he was programmed to do around fragile females.

Gently, he turned her around and over and arranged her limbs as was necessary to get ready to use up the energy in sex.

"Whadafuckizzatt!"

Sleepy eyes peered at him and blanked out again. Her word was not a command. He sank down on her, her warm body releasing more energy as it was supposed to.

He found her cunt and gently jogged it with his fingers as he was supposed to do when the female did not command otherwise. She stirred, laughed, frowned, undulated her belly.

He brought his cock down between her legs, forced them open. He notched her cunt. He drove in.

"SAM!"

Claire jerked awake to find her cunt hot and sticky and her robot on top of her trying to violate her. He already had two inches of cock inside of her.

"You're lovely."

"STOP, SAM!"

He could not stop. The energy flowed too rapidly now, and to stop would mean that he would flare out. A flare out in a delicate robot machine could cost hundreds of thousands of dollars in repairs, so he had an override on anything that blocked release and drove him towards a flare out.

He gripped this delightful female who could release his energy clog and fucked deeply into her cunt.

"OHHHHH, SAM. YOU'RE FUCKING ME!" cried the astonished Claire.

She knew now, that something was radically wrong with her machine.

It was not the greatest position in the world from which to do rational thinking. Claire's robot rocked his prick in and out of her now, happily using up that overload of energy he had, his sensors activating all the sex reactors he had, sweat glands, deep breathing, flexing muscles, all the rest. A real male in passion could not have been more convincing.

"Sam, Sam... you're so HOT!" complained Claire. It was almost as if, having his sex with her interrupted that day in the robot lab, when Nelson came in to take over his prick, Big Sam was getting back at her. But she knew that wasn't true.

The robot's fervor told her there was something wrong with one of the machine parts.

"Sam. STOP. You're g-g-going too hard!" cried Claire.

Her cunt had really swelled and wetted for this vigorous ride. She would never let a real man ride her so hard. She felt deep belly thrills that threatened to sweep her away, and she didn't like to be swept away in sex. Yet for the moment until she figured out what was wrong, there was nothing she could do except take hot love from her own machine, twisting and tossing, moaning like a silly girl under the determined drive of that seemingly eager prick.

It was machine comfortable for Big Sam. If he could use up energy like this he could avoid flare out. His sensors became aware of Claire's big breasts pressing his chest. He got his hands under her naked back and forced up her torso. His mouth closed on her hard nipples. He was built so that each sex act - kissing, sucking breasts, even caressing nude skin used up more of his energy. His attack on her breasts was most logical to him.

Claire, the cool engineer, had always been a little ashamed of her luscious breasts. She wanted men to turn on to her mind, not her body, so she discouraged fondling of her beauties. She always told herself she wasn't breast sensitive.

Having the robot gobble and lick and suck on her nipples with such fervor was another matter. She couldn't stop him and she felt great streaks of weakness, of delight, of girlish heat and pleasure flash down her body.

"Oh, Sam, DON'T!" she wailed.

She was being raped by her own robot, a ridiculous proposition. Yet there was nothing ridiculous about the magnificent sex rushes that she had to feel suffusing her body. Her belly and her tits were positively on fire.

"You're TAKING me," she whimpered, temporarily dazed out of her thinking mind.

"Oh, I love you," he responded between caresses on her nipples.

She arched up, moaning. He was certainly going to bring her. Maybe the best thing to do was to let him fulfill his run and explode in her at which point he should automaticlly go still for a while.

She caught his drumming, naked buttocks, relishing the sexy feel of those flexing wonders. What fabulous loin action she'd given him. She felt down in his crack. She found his sphincter button and pressed it.

"Ah, Ho! Goiiing!" he sang.

His spurts shot heavily into her cunt, exciting her even more. She clearly felt the cock expand and shots of a body-hot load deep in her and she got that vulnerable, fucked feeling she feared so much.

"Oh, Sam," she cried.

Gung, gung, gung. He spent it off with powerful shots.

She was half way to orgasm herself now. Maybe it wasn't so bad - she had to have this robot sex some time. Still, it bothered her that she did not have control of him.

She waited for him to go still after his explosion. He did not. No sooner had he spent the last of his cum shots into her than he resumed his hot plunging.

"SAM!"

"I love it," he said.

"I know you love it, honey. But you - you're k-k-killing meeee!"

That wasn't quite true. She was getting thoroughly and honestly fucked like most females in the nation by their lovers, but she didn't want to play the submissive female.

This time he moved up to her mouth drawn by this new source of energy expending. She found herself taking hot French kisses with his tongue plunged into her mouth and, it seemed, halfway down her throat.

She just had to succumb. There was no way she could resist the hot action from Big Sam. Locked in his arms with those succulent kisses rained upon her and his wild prick digging in and out of her cunt, she was overwhelmed. How great her belly felt. Her cunt sang with rich pleasure and the good feelings crept throughout her body as she began to strain up and revel in that rush to orgasm.

"I... going to have... to do it," she cried in distress. Big Sam had her going as well as Nelson had the other day - and why not - it was that magic prick that did it!

"Ah, hoo, ah, ah, ah," she went as she climbed up the high hill to exquisite pleasure. She began to whimper as the plunging rod drove her right to orgasmic paralysis.

"OH, OH, OH," she went.

There came that doubtful moment when one did not want to give up voluntary control of the body to the sublime feeling, then she galzed into her pre-orgasm freeze.

"AHHHH, SOOOO GOOOOD," she gasped.

She came up, hard to his loins, wanting the friction wounding of his prick at this point, grunting like a bitch animal and shivering to get off her womanhood. The robot took it.

Throb, throb, throb. Her belly began to convulse in sheer, sexy delight, making her pay off hot quakes of taken girlhood, squeezing on the thrusting rod.

"Oh, luscious," Big Sam said, trained to recognize female orgasm.

"Ah, he, uh, uh, uh," she went. She felt both proud that her invention was so sexy and shy to think she could be turned into a rutting animal just like any other female. There was no stopping that rich orgasm, the second such mind-blower that she'd had from this blade.

"Let it go. Enjoy," Big Sam encourage her.

"Oh, I am. I AM," she squealed. It did feel so very great to throb off her hot desire in scorching pleasure against the powerful blade, and fulfill her animal self. Maybe she was going to run into a loving, orgasmic female through the good graces of her machine!

At last she tapered, still marveling at how well Big Sam took his female through her orgasm. No mistakes there. At last she fell back, thoroughly fucked out for the moment. Big Sam continued to work on her, reaming in and out. Fortunately, she was desensitized for the moment and could think clearly for a short period.

"Energy. The GOVERNOR!" she cried.

But how could that be? No one EVER removed the governor from Big Sam. Yet the way he acted, using up his power source so he wouldn't flare out, would explain why he ignored voice commands.

It was no easy task, getting under his arm to pull the little port. Not while the lover robot kept at her. Once she got her fingers inside she knew what it was - she didn't have to look. The governor was gone! Completely gone. Some stupid assistant hadn't checked him before shipping.

She had to get away from him before he whipped up more fuck desire in her body. Once more she pressed his orgasm button, once more she took his rich flood and thrilled and started to get hot. Then came the magic few seconds when he finished his spurts but had not started plunging again.

She gathered all of her strength and jerked free of him, rolling out from under the robot, no easy matter considering his weight. Even with miniaturized circuits and featherweight sensors, he weighed two hundred pounds.

She dived for her boxes of spare parts, located in boxes in one corner of the room. She had to keep moving. Smiling Big Sam in his seductive cycle saw the naked woman as the way to keep expending energy so he followed her. Twice she had to dive away and lead him on a merry chase around the room before she could get back to his equipment boxes and find a spare governor. Then it had to be ripped from its stubborn package.

Before she achieved that she was back in the determined arms of her robot, hugging her and kissing her as his cock dug at her belly and he got ready to take her down for more pleasure right on the floor. Fortunately the hug position exposed the armpit port. She slapped the governor into place, felt it click and shouted, "Stop, Sam!"

He froze at once. Her ordeal, if that's what it was, was over. The excess energy now flowed harmlessly off his extremities so he was comfortable with his machine self.

She flopped on the bed, exhausted, the robot semen running out of her cunt. She'd certainly learned a few things in the field already. The governor system was no good. A small female alone with a large robot who had an energy problem must have an accessible 'disaster' button. On the other hand, a female who really wanted lots of action might prefer a robot in "heavy, manual" instead of the low energy levels where all the sex was supposed to take place up till now. She herself did not like aggressive men and might've built in the mistake of making Big Sam too tame. Nelson and the Board were really right about field testing the units.

She lay there, her cunt slightly aching from the heavy trip, but her whole body was glowing. Suddenly she laughed.

"I was fucked," she said aloud. "I was forced and used a little - and I liked it. I was blameless for all that hot action and got the benefit." For the first time she had an inkling as to why aggressive men were often successful with reluctant women."

Grace Dowling, Claire's best friend at Vassar, was the first person that Claire introduced to her robot. After Vassar, Grace had gone on to a degree in marketing and now held a job with a major New York firm in that field. Claire, of course, had taken her advanced degree in engineering, so she hadn't seen Grace in a long time. Nevertheless, Grace was still the "ripe-redhead" that she remembered. She was a little more voluptuous now then she had been ten years ago, but still she had a bawdy twinkle in her eyes that made her a good bet to meet Big Sam.

She took Big Sam to Grace's expensive apartment near Central Park and spend the first half-hour admiring the elegance of her friend's living quarters. Both Grace and her husband earned big incomes and they'd splurged on this luxurious place with its revolving walls, floor- recessed furniture that could change any room into a bedroom, a sitting room, or a dining room, depending on which button you pushed and all of the other modern conveniences a luxury apartment could offer.

"Wait till you see the pool," Grace said. "That's our latest gadget and it's a mind- blower."

"Pool?"

Claire looked around in surprise. They were in a huge living room, done in magnificent black and red with rotating pictures on the walls that presented everything from family album photos to old masters. Still it was an ordinary room with no sign of water.

"Wait till you see," said Grace. "Now, show me your surprise."

Claire showed off Big Sam, dressed, and soon saw that Grace was bored.

"A handsome robot all right," said the redhead. "Still, Kodak has some fabulous machines around New York."

"How about this?" said Claire. She made Big Sam undress.

Grace gave a slight gasp when the robot reached nudity. Proudly, Claire marched up to him and pushed the small control that gave him an erection.

Grace stared, her eyes growing large. Suddenly, she burst out laughing.

"Oh, my dear. Just what I'd expect of our engineer-head Claire, and a bunch of greedy and dirty-minded old men from a vulgar Chicago company. Do you really expect to sell this!"

"What's wrong?" asked Claire.

"What's wrong my dear, is that poor addled you always did lack sensitivity. There was always something a little masculine about you, Claire. Now it shows."

"I don't see."

"My dear, No woman would ever buy, or let hubby buy, a machine with a vulgar attachment like that. It's incredibly gross, no matter how handsome he is. You think the average woman would offer herself to a MACHINE? Oh, maybe a few old maids."

Claire felt a hot blush on her cheeks and a terrible fear in her heart. Grace Dowling was a master at marketing and she knew what would sell and what wouldn't.

"Of course, we'd be subtle about it," stammered the crestfallen Claire. "We wouldn't exactly put him in a show window with a hard-on."

Grace began to laugh "Might as well. While you're at it, you could hang a sign around his neck. "Had a fuck lately?" That would be gross enough."

"Oh, Grace, you CAN'T mean."

"Honey," said Grace, "I do." She shook her head, controlling her laughter. "There's no way you can sell a robot with a prick jutting up. Or even a soft one. You'd be laughed out of the country."

"I can't believe." Claire felt that someone had hit her behind the head with a two by four. She was stunned.

"Believe it. You see, my dear, you always were a little calloused about love and sex. A true engineer. I'II bet you had a great time measuring and figuring out dimensions."

"Damn it, Grace, the country is ready for it. The penis detaches so the man of the house can wear it, and it helps."

Grace went into further peals of laughter.

"Oh, CHICAGO," she yipped. "Dear, delicious Chicago. No, you might as well cut him up for salvage. A girl robot for bachelors... maybe. For women, no possibilty. ACD will be laughed out of the country. Women will NOT have sex with machines, no matter how great they do it. Now let me show you my swimming pool."

Claire sat there, stunned and shattered, tears in her eyes, while the redhead began to press buttons. A catwalk descended from the ceiling, making a four-sided rectangle. Then energy rays shot down from the catwalk to make a huge box-like square, eight feet above the floor. Carpets retracted to show a shiny, hard-surfaced floor of some impenetrable material. Four nozzles rolled down from the ceiling and water began to roar from them. Inside of five minutes Claire stared at a complete swimming pool right in the middle of the living room. It was eight feet deep with stairs going up to the catwalk which miraculously became a poolside surface, complete with pool furniture. In the last cycle, sun lamps appeared in the ceiling to shine down a mellow, yellow glow on the sparkling water.

"Florida in Ceniral Park," laughed Grace. "Come on, let's put on swimming suits. We'll have a swim before the other girls get here for lunch. Can your robot swim?"

"He can swim," Claire managed. Anger and shock still possessed her. In her mood, the indoor swimming pool seemed obscene and gross.

"Well, let him paddle about in the water, but for heaven's sake, make him put away that rediculous penis you're so proud of."

Claire had to bite her lips, as she complied...

From the first moment that Grace emerged in her bikini, the steaming Claire began to plot revenge. Grace was a sexy little dish at that. She had the cream skin of certain redheads that made her almost shine. She had a pretty face and buttery red curls. She had high, good breasts, a flat tummy and a voluptuous V between two shapely thighs and good legs. Grace, Claire decided, was any man's target, a real looker.

They set Big Sam to paddling about in the pool in a pair of Grace's husband's trunks, while Grace chatted on about how jealous her friends were of her new pool. Claire only half listened. A firm resolve grew in her. At last she interrupted Grace.

"Honey, I have to go to the bathroom. Will you keep an eye on Big Sam so he doesn't do anything gross, like drinking your pool water?"

"Sure. First door to your right down the hall."

Claire paused at Big Sam. She reached under his armpit and released the red painted governor. Then, she gave him a hard-on and got out of the room fast. The last sight she had of the two was Grace reclining in a most provocative position, legs apart, her bra free to catch the rays of the sun lamp. Big Sam swam around looking puzzled and apprehensive about all of the energy that was suddenly released in him. In about a minute, he would flare out and start looking for a female... Claire went to the bathroom.

The apartment was huge. The walls were thick. Claire dawdled for fifteen minutes in the bathroom punching all of the controls and marveling like a Chicago bumpkin, she thought to herself. Then she went back.

Before she even reached the living room, she heard sounds of sex. There was the low, encourging sound of Sam's voice, plus feminine grunts and moans.

Grace had not moved from where she sunned herself. The big robot was in her saddle, fucking her brains out. As Claire climbed to the catwalk, she saw Grace shudder and lift her elegant butt off of the walkway to give herself to the robot.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" screamed Grace. "I'VE BEEN CALLING AND CALLING. HE'S DOING IT TO MEEEEE!"

"Oh, Grace, I'm so sorry," Claire said, rushing to the locked couple. She started to fool around with Big Sam's body.

"NO, YOU FOOL!" shrieked Grace. "NOT NOWWWWW!"

It was a fabulous sight to see. The polite, but determined, robot held Grace down firmly, his powerful male buttocks nude and flexing as he drove that magic prick up into the human girl belly. Grace's elegant legs were spread wide and her whole body quivered under the drive of the quick, powerful blade.

Claire could see that Grace had been whipped and driven to her moment of animal bitch surrender. Her eyes rolled in her head, her breath came in short gasps, her body twisted and she made deep throat sounds of a thoroughly fucked female.

"I'VE GOT TOOO." wheezed Grace.

Where now, was her sophisticated laughing New York friend, thought Claire. Why, she was in her rutting throes of pleasure, just as if her rich and good-looking husband drilled her.

"I understand," said Claire kindly.

She felt between her robot's buttocks, found his sphincter and pressed it.

Oh, I have to get it off" cried Big Sam.

His plunging motions changed into male paralysis as he grunted and then, as Claire held his balls from behind to feel the action, he spurted into Grace's cunt.

"WHOOAAA!" shuddered Grace. "OH, GOD. HE'S CUMMINNNGGG!"

Claire knew that the hot, realistic spurts of cum into Grace would flip her friend out. She was right. As Big Sam spent, Grace whined, threw her head back and locked her belly on the robot to give herself up sexually to her machine conqueror.

"AH - HUH, AH - HUH." went Grace. Claire saw by the jerking of those shapely legs, that Grace was in heavenly transport. She gripped the robot as tightly as she ever gripped a human lover and delivered her woman hood to him with satisfying grunts, paying off her sex treasure as her pink tongue circled outside of her lips, then falling off, then surging up again to spend more of her belly quakes against the invading prick.

Claire waited patiently, until Grace fell back with a sigh and then quickly clapped the governor back under Sam's armpit. She ordered the robot off, and he peeled away politely. A tap at his crotch switched him off, and once he was out of the seductive cycle, he became a pleasant smiling bystander with his soft prick glistening, covered with Grace's girl juices.

Grace lay there, a beautiful picture of fucked-out womanhood. Her legs were spread. Her small pink cunt was swollen. Jism leaked from her box, and her heart still thudded in her soft rib cage. Her smallish but up- jutting breasts looked reddened and used, as did her well-kissed mouth. She lay there in an elegant puddle, eyes closed.

"You tricked me," she said to Claire.

"Of course I tricked you," said Claire, gently. She patted her friend's soft, naked belly. It was still moist from the fuck contact. "You sneered at my two million dollar machine, and I had to do something. How was it?"

"It was fab, as you well know," said Grace. "That doesn't excuse you. I could sue you for some kind of robot rape."

"Just think, you're the only woman in New York to have this experience. What a tale it would make at your luncheon at the exclusive Evelyn K's."

Grace tried to glare at Claire, but it was obvious that she felt too good to make it stick.

"I'm simply not going to forgive you for months and months."

For some reason Grace's moist, just-sexed body tuned Claire on. The woman there in front of her, naked, open and vulnerable. Claire's warm hand slid up to touch one of Grace's breasts.

"You are one sexily built girl," she said.

"I am one robot fucked girl," said Grace.

Claire laughed, caught up a towel, and wiped off the excess of Big Sam's cum from between Grace's legs.

"Anyway, we won't tell your husband."

"I'll say we won't. I've never been unfaithful to Roy. That's the latest thing in New York, while the rest of the country remains degenerate. Total faithfulness."

"Robots don't count."

"When they screw like that, they do."

Grace undulated her belly to Claire's rubbing, unconsciously. Claire felt a deep stab of sexuality. Grace was tantalizing, luscious sex package. She dropped the towel and boldly felt inside of her friend's cunt.

"Let's see what kind of a load he dropped this time. Ohhh, you are wet."

"I'm probably preg with little machines. Ahhh, huhhhhhh! Go easy, dear, I'm still hot from the romp."

Claire had never felt inside of another woman's cunt. Her brain was on fire now. It was delicious to feel that body-hot, slick girl tunnel, so deep, so vital, the life channel. She frigged Grace, finding her clit.

"Grace, he carries ten loads if you're still hot," Claire said. Her own cunt had turned on like fury inside of her bikini.

"No, thanks. It takes getting used to your polite but cunt-crazing machine. Uh, uh, you're stimulating me, dear."

Claire laughed, feeling a little wild. She brought out her fingers and delicately sniffed the liquid combine of the familiar robot-cum smell and Grace's pungent oils. Then she crawled forward and lay squarely on top of Grace's naked body.

"You are so beautiful just after sex. Ahh."

That soft, warm body, still moist after the fuck, really turned her on. She felt Grace's high tits dig into hers.

"Turns you on, huh?" said the redhead.

Rancy, still following her wild, crazy impulse, took Grace's cheeks between her hands. She stared at the redhead's beautiful face.

"If you want to know the truth, you turn me on like fury just now. Put it down to Chicago vulgarity."

Grace didn't flinch or try to push her away. She wet her lips, half closed her eyes and smiled at Claire. Her body was still sexed up from the intercourse. Claire gulped, then brought her lips down on Grace's, the first time ever in her life she'd succumbed to the desire to hot kiss another female. Grace's lips melted under hers and Claire tasted soft flesh and sweet syrup. The two women gasped as they sucked tongues in a hot French kiss.

Claire pulled back, looked down at Grace's beautiful lip line, wet and inviting and then began more kisses, hotly punishing their velvet richness. Grace's breath blasted against her cheek, sweet and excited. Suddenly, with exultation, Claire knew she could lesbian fuck her friend. There was a blush on the beautiful face and Grace gently rubbed her belly against Claire's, on top.

"Feel good?" whispered Claire.

"Lovely."

Claire reached back, broke her bra and released her own big tits which were glowing now, the nipples hard with desire. She brought, one of her big globes to Grace's face.

"Oh, Claire," whined Grace.

"Take it!" Claire ordered. The power was in her body, in her desire.

"I... I... I'll bet all your life you wanted to touch another woman's breasts," said Claire. "Do it."

Grace closed her eyes and her pink tongue came out to stroke Claire's nipple. Claire gasped in pleasure.

"Ohhh, good."

Encouraged, the smaller redhead gobbled the tit under her mouth.

"Ah ha!" went Claire. She began to ride her wetting cunt on Grace's pelvic ridge. Grace panted now, eating tits, undulating softly under her seducer.

Claire felt dizzy. She'd never really thought much about approaching another woman, but once in a while she had a flash of desire. Like that little sex frump that Seamus had in his lab, Marybelle something. When you saw a curving, hungry body like that, you might fantasize a little. Now, she wanted Grace's body; to take the luscious, smart ass redhead all the way.

She groaned in sweet, rising desire and held her big, supple breast as Grace ate it. When the glow was at maximum, the pressure on her nipple was too much, she switched to her other breast, making Grace eat that.

There was a silence in the room, the silence of two people doing a sexual thing they shouldn't be doing. Claire even hated to groan her soft groans of pleasure to break that silence.

She let Grace suck her breast until it, too, glowed with full splendor. Then, she eased it out of Grace's mouth, feeling the slight sting of the saliva and the coolness after the warmth of the suckling mouth.

She eased down on Grace's body and began to eat those small but high tits. Grace moaned and bucked her loins.

"Oh, Claire, you'll get me too hot. I'll have to... have to."

"I can do it," said Claire. She expected some revulsion at her lesbian act to set in, either from her side or Grace's. Instead, she felt only a growing, wild desire to fuck the luscious body of the redhead.

"My God, I've never had sex with a woman." Grace breathed.

"Me either, Grace. Right now, you turn me on like fury."

"You always were tougher, kind of male." said Grace.

"Dyke?" laughed Claire. Then, she groaned in pleasure. The hot, sensitive nipples of the woman under her drove her crazy with desire as she resumed her sucking, kneading the other breast with her hand. It was glorious to take over another female's beauties.

"Oh, Claire, you'll make me cum doing that." Grace protested.

"Can, but I won't." said Claire. She tongued down Grace's silken body, digging into the navel and then swiftly dropped below to face the pungent, quivering, small, pink slice of cunt, under glossy red hairs.

She was shocked at herself. She was a firm-minded, capable, cleaver with machinery. But tough? No. Lesbian? No. She was caught up in the hot thrills of the moment, and she wanted to explore, find out what it was like.

She sank her mouth on the steaming, luscious box of her friend.

"Ah WOOOOOOO!" sang Grace, as Claire's tongue breached her cunt and found her clit. She fucked up in a lavish roll of her belly, gasping.

For a few seconds, Claire felt scared of the strange sensations of feeling, tasting, drinking at another woman's cunt. The body hot oils coated her mouth, slid down her throat. The soft, yielding cunt flesh felt fine-textured and luscious. The bump of the woman's clit excited her.

She dug her mouth hungrily into the helpless orifice and began to drive Grace.

"OH, HEY. AH, AH, AH." went Grace, fucking against Claire's face. "You're DOING meeee. We're DOING it."

Claire sucked and slurped in vulgar display, reveling in the hot cunt action. Part of her drive was anger at Grace's earlier attack, part was her worship of that sexy little body, part was her desire to explore this new avenue of sexuality open to her. She was as hot as she could ever remember, which didn't make sense, but she just wanted to love and suck and drive and take this soft, supple female body under her own and make Grace surrender and yip in pleasure.

She flicked her tongue in and out of the nerve-rich first inches of Grace's cunt, rode her clit and drank her flowing cunt juices, thoroughly enthralled by this weird trip. Her own body burned but that didn't matter for the moment. Presently, she began to use her finger alongside of her tongue to make Grace buck faster and twist and moan in pleasure.

Grace was almost crazed with the sexuality of it. She had good sex life with her husband, but lately around New York there were delicious rumors that lez was in. Not too much and not too obvious. The bolder of her friends whispered and hinted of lascivious things done at parties, at private luncheons, even in Skimmers in the street.

She would never have the nerve to get into something like that, but she burned with curiosity. Then, Claire suddenly appeared from Chicago, with her brunette good looks, her intensity and her extreme sexuality. And, of course, her robot. The robot had set her up, for sure. She had to fight back against the dizzying appeal of her beautiful friend by accusing her of being masculine, but it wasn't that. There was just something incredibly sexy about Claire Lyons and there always had been. She reached down and gripped Claire's head.

"Take me, do me," she cried. "FUCK ME! AH, AH, AH."

She rocked in exquisite pleasure on the wounding tongue, writhed to the expert finger. Trust a woman to know how to plug another woman. She ground her belly in magnificent joy in the growing freedom of surrending to the intense woman's hot sex drive.

"Ah huh... Ah huh... uh, uh, uhhhh," went Grace, shivering in her ecstasy. It was different from a male sex trip, or even that wild robot trip, because it was forbidden, secret, unthinkable, utterly delicious.

She began to whine and feared she sounded like a rutting bitch, but she couldn't help herself. Claire boldly drove her right up to the sky.

"AHHHHHHH, GOD!" she went, as Claire finally took her with that demon tongue and her hot sucking.

She strained in full, taken paralysis, and then gave up her womanho