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 G.M. 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…!" 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."