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 TWO
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."