Duplicate Lovers by Ralph Burch

Chapter 1

Clarence Williams 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 Clarence, that could've been his twin brother. A woman sat
in the back seat.

The man who sat silently beside Clarence and was an exact duplicate of
him was not his twin brother. It was Clarence Two, a robot. And it was
9 a.m. on an August day in 1995.

Clarence circled to join the other robot owners, each with a duplicate
seated beside him or her, in Skimmers similar to Clarence'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. Clarence found a friend, Henry.

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

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

"How stupid can you be?" asked Henry. "A-C 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,
Clarence and Henry returned to the parking lot. Henry looked at the
robot woman in the back seat of Clarence's vehicle. He shook his head.

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

Clarence 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 A-C
robots are gonna be able to have sex."

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

"A-C 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."

Clarence 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."

"Clarence, twenty big companies make robots - G.M., 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 A-C right
here in Chicago will be way out in front."

"You know so much!" sneered Henry.

Clarence 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 A-C downtown," said Clarence. "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
A-C'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 A-C sex jobs
come out - zowie!

Henry waited until Clarence 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, Nancy Lyons, Project Engineer
for the A-C 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 Nancy'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 Nancy, 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, Nancy 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 jabber expanded
once more to eight 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. A-C 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 10:35 a.m.

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 jism,
grunting his pleasure as the circuits overloaded and spilled. The jism
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 jism. 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 eight 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 vagina.

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, Nancy," 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 jism. 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."

Nancy 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 come, 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 vagina 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
vagina 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 vagina 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 jism in his body. Already, he felt a
pleasing itch down below, riding above the incredible friction
pleasure.

He gathered Nancy'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 Nancy'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 jism into a woman's cunt and impregnate her.

"AIEEEEE!" he screamed.

He let it go. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.

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 Nancy's womb wall,
keening in crazed delight.

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

His normal jism 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 come 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 Nancy 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 Cord Bannister and his Smart Suit in the
other lab, will you?"

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

"I can't answer that, Nancy. 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 Cord and his stupid Smart Suits," she said, happily stretching on
the desk, "Nothing can top the work we've done here."

 

Chapter 2

Cord 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.

Cord 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 A-C 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 Cord and Nancy Lyons, which pleased
Nelson, but he knew he'd have to move carefully in not favoring either.
Cord, 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.

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

Cord 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 Cord 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 Cord's 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. Cord 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.

Cord 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 Cord's invention.

Suddenly Marybelle felt the control of her legs taken away from her as
Cord 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 Cord 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. Cord 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 Cord.

"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
Cord, 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 Cord. 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
Cord.

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!"

Cord 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 vagina.

"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.

Cord 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.

Cord felt her come with powerful girl thuds along her vagina. 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
Cord 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 gouts 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 jism 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 vagina 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
come 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, Cord 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 vagina, which it quickly did,
turning his jism 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 vagina. 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, Cord? I've been . . . uh . . . busy in
the other lab."

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

"Got a hot test going with the SS," Cord 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 Cord.

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
Cord 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 Cord 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 Cord. "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 Nancy
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.

Cord 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 Cord.

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 Cord, 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 Cord. 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 Cord 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 Cord's 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
Cord's 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 come too soon . . ."

Cord 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, Cord, 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 Cord. "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, Cord. Anything. Ohhhh! Anything you want!"

Nelson was on his own delicious high.

Cord 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 Cord 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.

Spurt, spurt, spurt. 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."

Cord 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!

 

Chapter 3

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, Cord quizzed Nelson about the Nancy 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 Cord that he would give a good
report on the Smart Suit. Cord should close his lab as Nancy 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?" Cord 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 Cord 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. Cord 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 Cord's wing to the next lab, the robot lab and the
domain of Nancy 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.

Nancy 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 A-C 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 vagina 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. A-C 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 come 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 Cord 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 . . .

Cord Bannister and Nancy 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 A-C puts all its money behind your robots, the company will be
broke inside of two years," said Cord. "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 Cord.

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

Cord 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 Nancy 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. Cord's 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 Nancy.

"For suits?" asked Cord.

"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 Cord.

"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. Nancy you had best head east where there are
heavier robot communities. Cord, 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 . .
."

Nancy 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, A-C 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, Nancy," 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.

"Wazzatt!"

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!"

Nancy 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 Nancy.

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

 

Chapter 4

It was not the greatest position in the world from which to do rational
thinking. Nancy'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 Nancy. 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 Nancy.

Her vagina 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 Nancy'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.

Nancy, 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 jism 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, Nancy's best friend at Vassar, was the first person that
Nancy 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. Nancy, 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?"

Nancy 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."

Nancy 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 Nancy. She made Big Sam undress.

Grace gave a slight gasp when the robot reached nudity. Proudly, Nancy
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 Nancy, 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 Nancy.

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