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…!" 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.