"Yummmmm," she moaned, "Yummmmmm."
"What now?" queried the business-like McClain, "what is your exact sensation, please?"
"The taste," she purred happily, "it tastes so good."
"Maple syrup," said McClain coldly. "A special innovation of my own."
Lenny lapped and kissed and sucked on the device for several more moments. Then she began to run her hand along the rubberized base. To her shock, the flat disk of material responded to her touch with an increased vibration and a sudden oozing of the same sweet syrups.
"Groovy," she cried, "what a fantastic thing!"
"Yes!" shouted Cubbings, now almost totally out of control behind the instrument panel. "Yes! You're wonderful Miss Morgan!"
"Can I have it in me now?" she whispered desperately.
"Well," McClain seemed rather reluctant. He surveyed the smooth glistening flesh of Lenny's shapely body. She had fallen backwards onto the lush carpeting and was beginning to move the device down toward her open, famished cunt. "First, why don't you let the machine give you a little foreplay?"
"How?" she cried out desperately.
"Yes!" screamed Cubbings, who was now bouncing up and down on his stool most vigorously.
"Simply by letting it massage and titillate your body, my dear." McClain was still quite calm and scientific, jotting every word, every motion down into his pad.
Lenny held the machine against her breasts. At first, she was unable to produce anything like a satisfactory result. But after a moment's experimentation, she found that by packing it tightly between her large and well-shaped breasts, with the plunger rocking vigorously up and down her cleavage, and the base of the machine throbbing against her rigid nipples, in this manner, she received the most exciting sensation she'd had in a long time.
"Aiheee!" cried Cubbings, gripping the edge of the control panel tightly with his white knuckles. "Don't stop!"
"Ummmmm," Lenny crooned to the Xylotrope, "don't stop!"
And the machine, of course, did not stop. Instead it sensed the excited heart beat in the lovely breast, the glistening sweat that beaded out all over Lenny's body. This information was fed back into the computer and transposed into heightened activity on the part of the plunger device.
The two workmen, who were seated in the far corner, became so excited that wet stains appeared on their trousers at this point in the audition.
"More, more!" screeched Lenny in her desire.
"Arghhh!" screamed one of the workman as his sperm burst like gunshots from the end of his excited prick.
"Not so fast," mumbled the irate McClain, as he scrawled furiously on the pages of his notebook.
Zipping along furiously enough itself, the Xylotrope began to bounce the magnificent mammaries up and down violently on Lenny's chest. She smiled and parted her lips slightly, letting a drop of passion-fevered saliva escape from the corner of her mouth.
"Probe!" screamed Cubbings, turning a dial all the way up on the control panel. "Probe into your hot little box with it! The machine wants your cunt, give it some!"
"Oh!" Lenny felt as though the machine itself had wrenched from the lovely breasts and forged on down toward the open vagina. "Yes, please do it! Do it!"
Machines obey mankind, thought Cubbings, as he saw the plunger begin to peck at the wide-open blonde cunt of the exotic dancer. He twisted another dial. He thought to himself that he hoped the research on the male component would speed up some. He was tired of vicarious pleasure. The gentlemanly Cubbings had a real hunger for action.
The Xylotrope was homing in on the throbbing clitoris now – that mysterious little knob that brings all pleasure to womankind. It massaged lightly at first, lubricating its efforts with the maple syrup solution.
"Ummmm," crooned the lovely Lenny, "do me, do me more!"
The workmen, who had already experienced orgasm, now became aroused again. If they had not been checked by the presence of their boss, they both would have leapt from their corner and torn the avaricious machine away from the full, sensuous body. They would have replaced the drilling Xylotropic plunger with their own devices.
"Screw her!" cheered one. The other looked at his companion blankly for a moment and then turned back to gaze at the remarkable event before his eyes. He too felt the energy of the spectacle flowing into his veins. He too began to cheer and encourage the mysterious little mayhem machine.
"Yeah, Xylotrope!" they roared enthusiastically, "go big plunger, put it to her!"
Lenny was oblivious to their cries. She was only aware of that huge, hot rubberized plunger that probed so enticingly with her clit. Electric twinges of passion shot up through her loins. It was fantastic!
"Come on! Come on!" she screamed desperately.
With a mechanical lunge, the plunger drove up into Lenny's cunt, searching deeper and deeper into her with every thrust.
She spread her thighs and groped eagerly at the small device between her legs. "Bliss! I see bliss!" she cried joyfully.
"Hmmm," grumbled the cold McClain as he noted this on his pad. "Very unusual."
But Cubbings and the workmen were more enthusiastic observers. The workmen had taken out their prongs and began to pull industriously at them. Their faces were bright red and their eyes were riveted on the scene that was unfolding in front of them.
Cubbings was thrashing his arms about over the control panel like a concert pianist. But his vocal administrations resembled nothing like a reserved, classical musician.
"Screw her! Plug her! Put it home! It's gorgeous!" it was difficult to tell whether his shouting was prompted by his speech impediment or by the excitement he was intensely experiencing.
"Make me come, machine!" Lenny commanded deliciously, "Make me come!"
Cubbings reached out for a switch. He flicked with colossal energy, then hunched over the control panel, watching Lenny's reactions with greedy, gleaming eyes.
The peculiar talents of the Xylotrope enabled it to give vibrant pleasure to the lips of the vagina simultaneously with stimulation of the clitoris and deep penetration. That was the nature of the features designed by the devious Masters McClain himself. "Go! Go! Go!" Lenny roared as the maximum pitch of the Xylotropic screw was reached.
"Good, baby!" Cubbings was crouched over the control panel now like a tiger ready to spring. His entire body was focused on the tiny point of Lenny's clitoris. He was almost experiencing the sensation of enjoying her with his own rigid cock.
The workmen collapsed in completely satisfied exhaustion. They had been treated to the show of their lives.
"Damn you! Make me come!" Despite its super-technical prowess, the machine did not seem to be able to force the lovely blonde over the brink of climax.
"Shit!" muttered the disturbed McClain. He wondered if something might have gone wrong with the machine or with the girl, or perhaps with both. This might, he thought, prove to be a serious development.
But Lenny, despite her desperate need for the release of cordial orgasm, remembered the orders of Boss Carl. No matter what her own personal reaction might be, she was to pretend to reach an incredible and complete climax at the appropriate moment.
One thing was certain – she wanted it. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted it in her life. But she began to wonder if this damn little machine would be able to give it to her.
Cubbings strained over the edge of the control panel. He too, was experiencing difficulties. He had been triggered to the peak of excitement primarily by Lenny's reaction to the love machine itself. Now, he was feeling cheated. He did not want to come until she too had climaxed violently and spontaneously before his eyes.
"Hurry!" he shouted.
"Hurry, hurry!" screamed Lenny desperately.
"Hmmmmm," McClain shook his head despondently. This was not quite the reaction he had hoped for.