When Cord opened the door, Erica no longer looked confused. She came into the room with conviction.
"I… I lied," she said. "I didn't come to Portland to go chopping. I came here to have an adventure."
"Like maybe there's been a little trouble at home with the Professor?" asked Cord.
"Yes," said the long, lanky coed with blonde hair. "They've tried to keep me from knowing about it. I had to get away, to know what to do. Then I saw you two and, well, I felt suddenly warm and excited. It's hard to explain."
"Not at all. You felt the effects of my Smart Suit, dear lady. For people who have sex on their minds and are open to adventure, it carries a strong message. Take off your clothes, Andy. Show Erica the Smart Suit."
"Muh… meeee?"
"Well, we both will," said Cord. "That's fair."
They stripped to the suits which were opaqued to cover their nudity as Cord explained the principles.
"I feel it, I feel it," said Erica. The signals from Andy were stronger when he'd taken off his regular suit.
"These suits enhance sex. Unfortunately, I do not have the female version with me, but the male version also brings exotic pleasure to the woman." Cord touched some controls in Andy's suit and it went transparent, showing Andy's nude body and raging hard-on as well. Erica's eyes got huge. Andy blushed but stood his ground.
"So, dear lady, if you really want an adventure…"
"Oh, oh, I couldn't," said Erica, eyes downcast.
Andy stood there, blushing furiously, the suit glittering on him, his penis ready, but that was the extent of his aggression. He had always been too shy with women, not feeling that he could win them because of his small stature and ordinary looks. With a woman as good-looking and as elegant as Erica Parker, he was afraid to say or do anything because it might turn her off.
"Erica," said Cord, "do you play a musical instrument?"
"I used to play the clarinet." Those big, soft eyes shot a sideways glance at Andy's manhood and then darted away in guilt.
"Good. Sit down, close your eyes. I'll bring you a clarinet."
She did as he told her. Cord stood Andy before her and bent her head down.
"Give us a solo, dear girl."
Eyes closed, trembling, the sensitive woman slid Andy's prick into her mouth. It was encased in the SS clear plastic so Andy stiffened from the amplified signals of good feeling.
"Ah, oh, oh, oh," he moaned in pleasure.
Emboldened by his sounds of pleasure, blushing, Erica used on hand to stroke his balls, the other to jack off the lower portion of his shaft, and she bobbed her head with more vigor on the top of his length.
"That is Heaven!" called Andy, going up on his toes.
Cord did not like the look on Andy's face, nor the way his body trembled. It could be a short solo that Erica played. He reached out and pressed the controls to lessen the thrill demands on the cock sleeve of the suit.
Cord was hard himself now, to see the stiff prick working up into the beautiful face of the woman. He could tell from her tension that the feel of that hard sex blade in her mouth turned her on. He got behind her and loosend her one-piece suit. She tried to shake him off, half-heartedly, without giving up her sex lollipop, but he firmly took each arm at a time and pulled it free, laying her glittering top down to her hips.
Her smooth torso, her big breasts, her supple belly turned him on to lift him to a more straining hard-on. Soft, supple, elegant and silken, that was the Professor's wife.
Andy's hands immediately grasped her nude shoulders. His face shone with ecstatic joy.
"I've wanted this. Oh, I've looked for this a thousand times. Erica… beautiful."
"Mmmmmmmmm."
Then, Cord unhooked her bra to release those big, big breasts. She moaned a protest, but kept her eyes closed, her hands on Andy's rod and her head bobbing in her cock-suck. The bra came off.
She had fantastic tits. Not only were they queen-sized, but they were elegantly shaped, perfect glories of the mother-whore. Her aureoles were a light pink, without a blemish and the hard, erected nipples were only a little darker, also without any distortion.
Looking down on those sexy, released globes, Andy almost died in joy. His wife had small breasts. He'd never seen such an elegant pair. Cord made a gesture and he bent to heft them, one in each hand, the nipples burning his palms.
It was all too much for him. Wild streaks of pure sexuality raced from his toes to his head. He could hardly catch his breath. He fucked into the mouth of a beautiful stranger who sucked him willingly and who moaned as he kneaded her glorious tits.
"Ah, Cord… Erica. oh, my God!"
Cord cried out a warning, but it was too late. Andy strained up in pure ecstasy. His forehead was moist, his eyes stared, bugging out. There was nothing to do but give him the power of the suit to enjoy his orgasm. Cord quickly tapped the controls that turned on the hot pleasure rays in the cock sleeve.
"Yieeeeeeeee!!" went Andy.
He'd never felt such a sensation in all of his life. Cord's suit came on full, while he was in the middle of his gorgeous freeze before orgasm, when his body was stilled so all muscular effort could go to the delicious sex spasms. The piercing, maddening joy that suffused his cock, was almost more than human flesh could bear, since he was already half-crazed with excitement.
The suit prolonged his freeze. He stood on his toes like some kind of robot, every muscle locked, pleasure glowing, and all life forces suspended. He gave an unearthly shriek, like pitching down from a high roller coaster.
Spurt! "Ah, Keerist!" Spurt, spurt, spurt. "oh, I'm dyiiiiinnnggg!"
He went faint with the powerful bursts of his over-stimulated cock, half collapsed on the woman, and shot off a huge run of milky darts that filled the sleeve of the suit. Like coming into a condom, he burned out gushes of manhood to be trapped and make a foamy cushion and ballon of the containing sleeve. It was almost painful to watch the fierce muscle stabs of his loins as he shot off his glory.
Erica could not keep the wildly bursting blade in her mouth… it didn't matter. The silken pressure of the sleeve more than made up for it. As he tapered, Cord had to catch his small figure or he would've fainted on top of the woman. As it was, Cord had to roll him over on the bed, because he had completely flipped out on this pleasure trip and fainted.
Erica fell back on the bed with an embarrassed short laugh.
"Your suit really works. A short run and he's passed out. I've never seen anything like it."
"First there had to be a gorgeous woman that turned him on," said Cord.
She sat up. "So I had my adventure, and I thank you both." She started to reach for her bra. Cord sat down, grabbed one smooth, nude shoulder, captured her head and kissed her.
"Mrarrrrr… no!" she gasped, pulling free. "I don't want…"
"But you haven't felt the full effect of my SS. I wanted Andy to show you. We just didn't get that far."
"Oh, Mr. Bannister, I couldn't. Two men in a motel room, why, my goodness…"
He arched her back, locked his mouth on one of her incredible tits and palmed the other. That hard hot nipple in his mouth made his breathing go short. My God, this woman in his suit, with these breasts could turn the world on fire.
"Oh, now, don't," she begged. "Don't don't. ah… ah!"
As might be expected, she was extremely breast sensitive. She writhed helplessly in his arms, pleading and begging.
"You see, they're so big, I feel so, sooooo much when anyone ohhh, haaaa, you're biting… ahhh, please, oh please…"
He transferred up to her velvet lips and kissed her, driving a hot tongue inside to ravage her wetness. Her punished nipple now received a hot kneading with the warmth and smoothness of his saliva.
"Oh, ha, heeee. Now, you're kissing me and I… I…"
Her loins started to buck. A dark stain appeared at her crotch, as her thrilled cunt expressed its lubricant ecstasy.
She jerked free of Cord with a massive effort and stood up, half nude, a gorgeous sight in her distress and confusion. "Oh, I just can't allow this, Mr. Bannister. It's too mechanical with suits, penises in plastic and microwaves."
"I'll take off my suit."
"No, no! I have to go."
Cord felt anger. The woman's husband cheated on her with a young coed, making her flee to the bigger city to get sex revenge. But she'd only dipped her toe in the water and wanted to flee. Like Andy, she was so sex shy that she was almost impossible. He wanted to test the effects on his suit, on her. In fact, she was a much better subject than Marsha, who'd been ready, willing and able.
"Before you go, let me at least revive Andy and run a test."
"Absolutely not!"
She made the mistake of diving for her bra. Cord seized her half-nude torso and flung her face down on the bed. He was not given to badgering unwilling females into sex, but this was impossible. SHE wanted IT, she was available and hot, yet some stubborn morality wanted to cheat her.
"I can't let you miss your adventure," he grunted. He put a knee in her back and peeled off her suit the rest of the way along with her panties, exposing her bare ass, graceful back thighs and legs. She was built, all the way down.
"Oh, my goodness, you… you," she sputtered.
She squirmed but without conviction. That part of her that was turned on wanted to lose. Sure now that her desires were high and hot and she needed a firm hand, he boldly dug his hand between her legs to feel her cunt.
"Ah, hooooo!" she went, bucking up, her eyes staring. The insolence of the invasion of her private parts made her quiver. "Oh, you can't do this to meeeee!"
Her cunt was swollen and it was rich with her lubricating oils. She practically sucked his fingers into a wet, tight and hot girl passage.
"Fuck my hand," he commanded.
"Oh, how can you use such language. Please don't…"
She suddenly fucked furiously on his fingers, gasping and then burst into tears.
"Your using meeee," she wailed.
Still frigging her cunt, Cord leaned down beside her on the bed so that he could put his mouth close to her ear. His voice was so low that it couldn't be heard a foot away.
"I want to fuck you, I'm crazy to fuck you, stick my hard, hungry cock deep in your cunt, make you scream with pleasure, squeeze your sexy tits, ride your soft ass… drive you, fuck you blind…"
He knew the special value of dirty words and wild exageration to a person who never used them and tried to avoid foolish emotion.
"I don't give a shit about the suit," he went on. "I never did. I just want to ream your cunt, because underneath all that veneer you're a barnyard bawdy bitch with a wild, rutting cunt, crazy to burn off a forest of hard pricks."
"Oh," she wept, "oh, oh, oh."
As the harsh, hot words burned into her brain, she bucked her belly faster and faster on his fingers. He didn't dare take time to even turn her over. He flung her legs apart, got between them and introduced his cock to her crotch in dog-fashion.
He came up over her body, hugging her nudeness to him, relishing the soft curves of her back and buttocks.
"You're so luscious," he gasped, "I don't care whether I put it in your sexy asshole or your cunt."
"You… you're sooo foul-mouthed," she said. He didn't know if she was complaining or admiring him. Probably her professor husband forbid dirty language and she enjoyed the temporary freedom.
He found her cunt. He was wild to dig it into her ripe body. He violated her, but if he had any doubts they vanished as her wet, hot sex tunnel seemed to suck in his prick as she moaned.
"I… I doing itttt!" she cried.
"We're doing itttttt!" he confirmed. With the suit turned on to its most stimulating effects, it sent heavenly friction thrills singing into his shaft, and at the same time it gave hot messages to her cunt, to excite her sex network.
"Hahhhhoooooooo… take off the suit," she begged.
"What?"
"Don't want mechanical… please take off suit."
"I want you!" she cried.
It was a woman's statement. Even as he went half mad with the delight of driving into her guts, he made a note to remember that. Have to solve that problem!
Andy, on the other side of the big bed, watched them with dulled-down eyes. He was just coming out of his pleasure stupor. Cord managed to notice that Andy was hard again. His suit was still on, stimulating his glands to hasten a new batch of jism. The ultrasonic cleaner had already powered his last ejaculation and whisked it away. Cord thrilled to think that when he finished with Erica, Andy could have another shot. Maybe the lad would be cooled down enought to have a good shot the second time, inside her cunt and lasting a while.
"I take off… suit, ah, ah, just before… we come," said Cord, as Erica fussed again about his dress.
"Want different position," she told him, humping greedily under him, her rounded, full ass giving him a delightful feeling of mastery as her buttocks flexed to his drive.
"Erica," he cried.
Maybe the Professor had a reason for taking up with the coed. Maybe Erica was just a little picky about things. Nothing satisfied her.
"Please…"
"If we stop, you'll try to escape," he told her.
"No, no."
He preferred the girl facing him anyway. Reluctantly he broke out of the magnificent, cream friction, turned her over to face him, and he tore off the top part of his suit. He spred her legs to resume.
"I'd better rest a minute," she said, trying to close her legs.
He snarled at her. He jerked open her legs, got into her saddle and quicky fucked up again into that hot, eager cunt.
"Me you don't turn on and off like a light bulb," he said.
"You still have the suit on," she protested.
"How do you know?"
"It feels so good."
It was the first and only time in his life Cord could remember having sex with a woman who nagged even as he and she plunged. It was really weird.
"The suit stays," he said firmly. "I want to fuck you with it on to see what it feels like to me. To you."
She had drawn her legs up to curl around his back, locking them together in delightful tightness. Her face was moist and her eyes began to bug.
"I think I go!" she sang.
He felt disappointed. In this new position on top of her, he had a shot at her glorious tits and her soft petal lips in French kissing. But the signals from the suit had done for her. She began to strain and whimper.
"Give it up, bitch," he ordered. "Go all the way."
"Oh, oh, oh."
"Let your wild, hot cunt explode."
"Ah, ah, ah."
"Suck my hard prick off my belly. Scream and die with it!" he cried.
"Ah… ahhh!"
Then she gave a shrill cry of feminine submission, arched her back to lift his great weight in a tense, trembling paralysis of her pleasure nerves and then began to explode her girlhood.
"Fuuuucked!" she sang.
Throb, throb, throb. The suit picked up her deep gut quakes of orgasm, amplified them and transmitted them to Cord's hot, glowing shaft. It was fantastic to feel the true power of orgasm. For a split second, he almost weakened and pitched his own semen in response to her excitement.
"I never felt so gooood!" came her cry of utter delight. Her body shook and bucked as she gave up her entire sex treasure to the engineer. Cord savored her submissive sex death as he fucked in and out of the expiring cunt even faster. Even after her first runs, she surged up for a second series of spasms, then fell back a soft, nude and helpless doll, placid in his arms. He kept driving into her belly and she came up for a third time to quake, glove on his prick and sing out her joy.
"Too much. Tooo sexy much!" she yipped.
After that hot third run she fell back again, her eyes glazing. He looked down on her reddened, moist and fucked-out body and thought that the elegant, dainty and persnickety professor's wife had come a long, long way in a short time.
He couldn't help a few chuckles of delight. Erica had had her adventure now. Meanwhile, he could give himself over to the pleasures of her ripe body without stint. He attacked her luscious breasts at once, whipping himself into a fury as he fucked the dazed, relaxed girl without any need to care for her little sex hangups. She was almost as lost as Andy had been at the end of his furious orgasm. Score two for the suit!
Cord had studied female sexology at some length, concluding that the unconscious urge of the orgasmic woman was to suck the man's entire body inside of her, starting with the prick that rode her cunt, and recreate the human outside of her, in a baby-making effect. The male fantasy was quite the opposite, since the man wanted to flood and burn the female belly with a hard cock and hot jism until he melted a hole from her crotch to her throat. This coring effect made his fantasy of wanting to see his jism, shot off fiercely in the girl's belly, come spuming out of the soft throat.
He gave himself up to that fantasy now as he pounded down to his own delicious sex death. He felt his cock and his liquid fire, boiling inside was powerful enough to drill and core incredibly deep into that submissive female belly.
With the suit on full, he rode up his flashpoint, exulting: "Here it comes… here's the rest of your adventure, Erica!"
He froze. He had to give up two or three wounded gasps of intensity as he went into paralysis and got ready to throw. The suit was able to prolong this fantastic state where male or female hung between heaven and limbo, eagerly anticipating the coming explosion.
"Now!"
He burst, hot seed scalding out of his big cock. Spurt, spurt, spurt. It felt so good, amplified by the suit so that each pleasure sensation fully used up the capacity of his nerves to experience delight.
"Ohhhhhhhh."
Wham, wham, wham. Deep in the girl's fucked body, hot sperm surging in her channel, boiling, singing, trying to make that baby in her hot, ripe guts. His whole body jerked as he delivered the seed in ecstatic spasms of bursting manhood, the pleasure giving him a superorgasm that the suit guaranteed every time.
Yet even as he spent, he felt a slight disappointment. Nature won out after all, he really wanted his cock free of the sleeve, hot prick meat spurting in hot cunt flesh, with nothing between them. He gloried in his spend and savored a complete, rinsing joy, but already his mind seized the problem he hadn't truly faced before.
As he tapered, still hugging the semi-conscious, soft and warm girl, he decided that at the moment of orgasm his suit would have to split the sleeve and release naked cock into the belly. This would have to happen at the moment of paralysis when the suit had done its job. That would require fantastic engineering.
Laughing at himself as he spume off the last of his shots and expired on the supple body of the woman, he realized that he was close to corrupting his own sex life in his crazy pursuit of SS sex.
After he'd rested a moment, he became aware that a hand plucked at him. It was Andy.
"Cord, do you think…"
Cord reluctantly pulled off the warm body and out of the tight cunt.
"If you're ready…"
"This time I think I can do it right and make it last."
Cord surrendered Erica to Andy who immediately mounted her and drove his prick into her cunt. She stirred, arched up, moaned and uttered a complaint, not so much on moral grounds as not wanting to have her euphoric, fucked-out peace disturbed.
Cord decided that Erica's adventure was growing by the minute and not likely to end very soon…
It was nightfall when Cord and Andy finally poured the glowing Erica onto the public Skimmer for Eugene. During the rest of the afternoon, the elegant professor's wife had become a complete convert to the suit. Cord and Andy had each had two rounds in her cunt and when she reached a state of near continuous orgasm, had sucked her and masturbated her four times.
"Greatest day of my life," she told them. "I'll never be the same again. You made me into a WOMAN! I never really found out how much sex I wanted. I've only skimmed the surface. I want one of your suits in my house as soon as they're ready. And a back-up spare besides."
"Hooo," said Andy, when she was gone. "I know the suit is a winner now. Just leave me one when you go east. I'm going to live a little."
"Why not?" asked Cord. "You've probably missed a hundred chances in your life until now. The suit gives you that extra ingredient of confidence."
Later Cord gave Andy his conclusions.
"I've been doing lots of wrong thinking in the lab in Chicago. All this time I've concentrated on the female version of the suit. After all, the things it does; protecting, easing physical effort, are fetures that women would appreciate more than men. I thought sex would be the same. Women would get a lift and feel bolder."
"But it's the guys wearing the suit that can turn on women even more than just the natural attraction."
"Yes, I even wonder if I need bother with production of the women's suits."
He and Andy arranged a party for the final test. It was set to be held in a motel public room, with twenty or thirty men, plus wives, sweethearts, and a few invited models. Ostensibly, Cord would talk about the non-sex features of the suit. But a half dozen men would be wearing the SS under their regular clothes. The women would be young and attractive. Cord wanted to see if the suit would cause match-ups in a random situation.
"Could be dangerous," said Andy. "Some wives and girlfriends might hook up with the wrong guy and we might get into nasty tangles."
"Better to find out before the suit goes on the market. If it's too rough, we'll have to cut the microwave power. There's always risk with a new technological advance."
"It won't be dull!" laughed Andy.
A few hours before the party took place, Cord received a shock phone call from Chicago and Nelson Harper.
"There's hell to pay back here," Nelson told him. "Vice-President Ellers on our Board hates the SS and the sexed-up robots. He's the old guy who thinks A-C should stick to its old operation of producing electronics for mind movies and house maintenance computers. We didn't catch on that he's been sabotaging our work with the Board until the axe fell. He's had spies in your lab and Nancy's. He got the agreement of half the Board to seize and impound all the sex robots and your suits. Naturally, the group on our side is screaming."
"Sounds like a real mess, Nelson. What do I have to do."
"For one thing, get back here as soon as you can. For another, leave all the suits you have in safe hands out there. This guy is a real fanatic and he's got loyal spies everywhere. I'm afraid he'll grab that stuff too if you bring it back. I've protested Ellers has too much power."
"Sounds grissly. How can we strike back?"
"It'll come down to a final test with a Product Psychology team, the Rands."
Cord had heard about the famous couple… Montgomery Rand and his wife. They consulted for the nation's largest firms, deciding on the impact of a new product on the public from a moral and economic standpoint. They were ruggedly conservative. All the way through the projects, Nelson had feared that they might be brought in. He tried to suggest other Product Psychologists. Apparently, Ellers had won that one.
"At least we're playing in the big leagues," said Cord. "I didn't think A-C would spend the money, or think itself big enough to hire the Rands."
"They weren't, until Ellers made his play. Now, it's the only way out. The Rands are giants. If they decide for us we can beat Ellers. If they decide against us…"
"There's almost no chance they'll decide for us, Nelson. Look what they did in the DuPont case. Also…"
"Just the same it's our only chance. I want you back here as soon as possible, so we can develop a strategy."
"Tomorrow, Nelson. I've got a final test tonight."
Wearing his SS downstairs on the way to the party, Cord felt the weight of the crises ahead. It was tough enough running these field tests, but to have somebody back home in your own company tearing you down, that was outrageous. The only comfort in the situation was that Nancy Lyons and her dumb robots were in the same boat as he was. Yet his resolve was firm. The SS was a brilliant invention and would… must… win out in the end!
Cord ran into Andy Lang in the hall before he reached the party room on the mezzanine.
"Guess what! A friend of mine is getting married. He is having a wedding reception in the public room next to ours." Andy's eyes glittered.
"Oh, no. oh no!" said Cord. "We don't want any of our SS men mingling with a BRIDAL party."
"I just thought… for kicks…"
"What has happend to you, old friend? Since that day with Erica you've gotten a little wild. Going around all the time wearing that suit and walking past nubile females, giving them the wink."
"Shhh. My wife's here tonight. No, I just thought it would be fun to have our suitmen take a walk in the wedding reception room, just as an added feature."
"No way!" said Cord, firmly. "We're running all the risk I want to take."
The wedding reception, next door, contained about the same number of people as Cord's party. He caught a glimpse of a white cake, a bride in satin and Champaign glasses. He pushed Andy on into the SS party and carefully closed the big double doors. He forgot all about the wedding group as he went through the explanations and demonstrations, nonsexual, of the suits to his assembled crowd. Then, the party broke up for a buffet table and serious drinking. For Cord, this was the real test, since half a dozen men circulated in the crowd wearing the suits turned on. So far there'd been no incidents, but with inhibitions released by good drinks and good companionship, it would be interesting. The people had loved the novelty of his suits in his demonstration and everybody was in a good mood.
Cord stood by the door, watching the crowd. He had his own suit turned on, because it seemed only fair to him to be in the thick of it. Andy, on the other hand, had diplomatically not worn a suit that night, since his wife was with him.
Andy came up and said. "That wedding group next door…"
"No way," said Cord.
"Listen," said Andy, stung, "I just want you to go in and meet Old Wilbur. He's given a lot of business to A-C, and I've told him enough about the suits that he wants to meet you."
"On his wedding day?"
"Old Wilbur keeps his eye on the ball at all times. I thought we might even slip him a suit for his honeymoon."
Cord thought a minute and decided against that. It didn't seem to fit a wedding night. But he finally agreed to step next door and meet "Old Wilber".
The wedding party was just about as oiled up as his own group. It was a typical reception with old and young, handsome and ugly, well dressed and poorly dressed. Old Wilbur turned out to be a man in his forties with a close-cropped hair cut and steely eyes. He seemed to be surviving the emotional excitement of his wedding reception with remarkable stoicism. Cord decided he was either squiffed or bored by the party.
When Cord met the bride, he guessed that Wilbur really had his mind on the wedding night to come. She was only about nineteen or twenty, and a real dish, decked out in her white satin. Cord was astonished, because the girl looked more like Wilbur's daughter than his bride. Wilber had to be over forty.
"A-C is a dumb company," said Wilbur. "Too much quality. People don't want quality. They want big panels of flashing lights and lots of knobs and dials in electronic equipment. Always have, always will."
"We've done pretty well," Cord protested.
"Andy told me about your new suits. Sounds like a dumb idea. Nobody I know would want to go around in a plastic suit."
"We think there might be a small market," said Cord, swallowing his anger. After all, it was the man's wedding day. Andy looked embarrassed.
"Shall we cut the cake?" asked a female voice.
It was the new bride, taking hold of her groom's arm. Cord was introduced and said the proper things. The new Mrs. Watson was a dazzling beauty with platinum hair, large green eyes and a breathtaking figure, especially in her white satin gown. Usually, brides didn't look particularly sexy to Cord, but this one did. The satin folded and flowed over high, young breasts, a trim, firm figure, a flat little belly and a magnificent, ripe rear. She had a soft smile and a pleasant personality. Once again, Cord marveled at how people seemed so mismatched in marriages. Wilbur went with a hatchet-faced, stern and plain wife with perhaps beady eyes, he thought. Instead he was tied to this delightful and sexy young girl.
Cord chatted a few moments, anxious to break away. He saw no point in hearing any more of Wilbur's blunt, negative comments.
Then it became essential. Sheila Watson, the young bride, began to turn on his Smart Suit.