Sheila, the young bride, clung to his arm and took Cord around the room, introducing him to everybody. From the sparkle in her eye, the blush on her cheek and the tight way she clutched his arm, Cord feared that she was more in the mode of the wild Marsha than the careful Erica. My God, it would be pure diaster if the poor, unsuspecting girl had an orgasm right in the middle of her wedding reception, not knowing what it was that turned her on.
The suit turned her on, but Cord couldn't very well reach inside his clothes and turn off the broadcast unit without making an obscene spectacle of himself before dozens of people. Wilbur Watson, an important wholesaler of A-C products, would probably drop the whole A-C line, and Andy had told him the man controlled the whole Northwest territory.
Three times he tried to make his escape but each time she clung to his arm tighter. Her warm thigh brushed his over and over and he hated to think of the hot chaos that must be going on under that bridal satin in the region of her lower abdomen.
People were beginning to notice her animation and overfriendliness, and in a moment Wilbur himself would be coming to claim her.
In desperation, Cord finally marched her out into the hall.
"My dear young lady," he told her, "I know this sounds strange, but it happens that I'm wearing an invention that sometimes causes arousal in females. I can't turn it off without practically removing my pants. You'll be safe once I get back to my party, and you to yours, with a wall between us."
"Forget inventions!" she cried. "You've got to help me. You think I want to spend my wedding night with that horrible man in there? I know – I just know – that you're the one to help me."
"What?" Even Cord's quick mind couldn't grasp the young bride's astonishing words.
"I had to marry him on account of my father and mother. I had to. My father's worked all his life for Wilbur. He's due of a terrific pension. Wilbur has the habit of firing people just before they get to their pensions."
"There are laws," interjected the now-sweating Cord.
"Not to save my father! He got sick a couple of months ago, and Wilbur is within his rights to let him go on the half-scale Social Security we have these days. About that time Mom asked me if I'd date Wilbur because he was interested in me. One thing led to another."
"My God!"
"He won't dare fire his father-in-law. My folks won't see any of his money, you can bet, even if he is rich, but at least Dad will get his pension in a couple of months. Right after that I figure a divorce is safe – Wilbur doesn't stay with one woman for long. But Dad will have his pension and even Wilbur can't take it away, once he gets it."
"Sheila, this is all very sad, but…"
"It's just that I'm a virgin. I'm not going to give my maidenhead to Wilbur, even if I have to seduce a bellboy." Her face was flushed, her voice shrill. "I can stand him after that. It's just this little private thing I have – not to give him my first treasure, that's all. The rest I'm glad to do for my folks."
"Sheila, this is insane."
"You walked into the room, Mr. Bannister – Cord. I knew. I knew at once you were exactly the man I needed."
"The suit," moaned Cord.
"You've got to help me."
Cord looked around desperately. Before he could answer the reception door opened and Wilbur came out, looking mean. He glared at his new wife and Cord. Then he marched up and seized her arm.
"Well, Bannister, I see you're playing the usual lecherous A-C executive. Whenever your company men come to town, I have to hire half the hookers in Portland. But sneaking out with a man's bride."
"Wilbur," said Sheila, "that's uncalled for!"
"Shut up!" Wilbur glared at his bride. "You think I don't know that half the men in that room aren't patting your round, sexy rump and making cracks? You like it, don't you?"
She colored and tears slid down her cheeks. "I… I have to be friendly. Nobody patted."
Cord's jaw hardened. "Listen, Watson, I brought your wife out here in privacy to discuss your favorite Skimmer. I thought A-C might make you a nice wedding present, since you're one of our big wholesalers and we didn't know about this wedding. But if you want to get huffy…"
Wilbur's face fell. Also his eyes gleamed at the thought of an expensive, free Skimmer.
"Just kidding, Cord. Sheila, I was just putting you on. Maybe I had one too many drinks, huh? You go right ahead. You plan it all out. Can't you two take a joke? I was only trying to have a little fun."
Cord edged to the door of his own party.
"I'll work it out with Andy, Wilbur. Nice to have met you, Sheila." He ducked into his own party before either could answer. Holy mud, what a mess that poor girl was in. But he really couldn't help her and there was no point in antagonizing a big A-C wholesaler.
Even as he sought Andy, he was annoyed with himself to find that his cock was half hard. The beautiful, distressed girl in the white, gleaming satin was a real turn-on. But adultery with a virgin bride before her wedding night? That was beyond insanity. Things were pretty crazy in this United States of the 90's, but there had to be some limits.
He found Andy who made a quick report. Two of the men wearing suits had not made any significant contact with females to this point. Two others seemed engrossed with female partners in head-to-head conversations. Then Andy pointed to a couple making a furtive exit.
"That looks like a hot hit, Cord. Business for one of the rooms in the motel, huh? We ought to get a rakeoff. Uh, I can't find the last guy. I think he made a sizzling contact early and has already left."
"Aha, no fist fights, no wild stuff. At least the suits don't drive people totally insane." Except desperate young brides, he thought.
"No wild stuff. Pretty good, though. Two hits, two possibles, two misses. That's good enough to sell whole jetloads of your suits."
Cord felt an urgent need to leave. He told Andy that there was some trouble in Chicago and he meant to go upstairs right away, pack, and catch the midnight jet for the east. Andy could finish off the party.
The Ellers matter had to be looked into. Also Cord felt jolted by the sad story of the young girl. He just wanted to get out of Portland. As a man who spent most of his time in the lab, he was a little bit too soft-hearted for this field work. Andy's only request was that Cord leave his SS for him, which Cord was glad to agree to.
Upstairs in his room, Cord quickly packed and then gave himself the privilege of a shower. The SS could clean him ultrasonically, better than soap and water, but a man raised on showers missed them. That was another point to remember in the marketing.
He forced his mind on the problem of Ellers in Chicago and was devising various strategies when he emerged naked from the shower – to find the gorgeous Sheila Watson lying right on the middle of his bed with a dreamy smile on her face. She still wore the white satin bridal gown but had taken it down from the shoulders to reveal soft, rounded shoulders and her cleavage, which was considerable, almost to her nipples.
"Sheila!" he gasped.
Her smile was one of delicious welcome.
"Not only am I here for myself, dear Cord," she said. "Wilbur SENT me! He insists that I sneak away from the reception and spend all the time I need with you to be sure he gets the kind of Skimmer from A-C he really wants. He found your room number and practically walked me here."
"Ohmigod."
Cord felt a thickening in his middle, in his loins. Staring at the luscious young girl, he could not help the rush of hot blood to his penis lifting him straight to a hard-on. It almost seemed like fate was determined he should have the young girl's maidenhead.
"Sheila, you may regret throwing yourself at me," he said.
"Never. There's absolutely no one else I can trust – or want so much. Maybe your invention had something to do with it – but I think I'd fall for you anyway – and I think you'd fall for me if we traveled in the same circle."
He walked over to the bed.
"You really want it from me, don't you."
Her eyes flicked on his stiff cock nervously and she blushed. But she nodded vigorously.
Well, he could always let her escape. He eased over on top of the girl, sinking into her softness. After all, she was a virgin and after she'd had a couple of kisses and caresses, the enormity of what she did might sink in. She closed her eyes. He kissed her.
That honey-soft, sweet mouth just seemed to fall open like a ripe peach for him. He felt a powerful sex surge rush up from his toes. Virgin! His big cock, locked between their bellies, exuded a big stain of preseminal fluid on the satin of her bridal gown. He moaned in pleasure as he moved his belly on her softness.
He felt her heart pound as she let him probe her mouth, tried to find an escape for her shy pink tongue which could not escape as he sucked and teased it. Her breath was so sweet! Her saliva was so pure! Hooooo!
"Cord," she crooned. "I really want you. I really want it!"
He pulled the gown down and cupped one of her breasts in the sheerest net bra he'd ever felt. Her beauties weren't as big as Erica's or Marsha's, but they were full, ripe globes with flint hard nipples.
"Oh, oh, oh," she went.
He tongued down her sweet young skin and bit the exposed nipple through the sheer bra. She surged under him.
"Oh, Cord. Cord. I want you to fuck me!" she panted.
Who was the aggressor? Who the shy one? Dizzy with desire, Cord pulled off her body and began to peel off the bridal gown. She wore the sheerest net panties he'd ever seen, a match for the bra which was hardly more than a transparent film.
Her body was absolutely elegant with that tautness of youth, yet the ripeness of fuckable girlhood, slender curves, white smoothness, suppleness, a dainty navel and flash of platinum pubic hair and the exciting sight of a pink cunt slice, innocent and small. She had richly stained her panties.
"His lingerie," she explained. "He insisted."
Cord removed the filmy things carefully for fear of tearing them.
"We'll have to see that Mr. Watson gets a first-rate Skimmer," he said. His budget could easily take care of that.
"I don't care if he gets nothing," she said. "I don't care if he gets my body for a while – as long as we do this."
She had a sex blush down to her shoulders and a romantic, far-off look in her eyes. Her cunt stained the silk of her inner thighs even when he wasn't touching her. There was not much use for a lot of foreplay. This female washot!
He was ready too. That luscious girl body cried out for penetration and his prick was crazy to slake its lust inside of her.
He mounted her, canted up her belly and spread her legs. She closed her eyes, bit her lower lips with perfect teeth and said, "Oh, Heaven. You're saving meeee."
He shook his head at his last lingering doubt and fit his prick to her cunt. It seemed impossible that this thick, hard blade could fit into that dainty pink slice.
"How old are you, Sheila?"
"Twenty. I should've become a woman long ago. You see how close a call I had?"
He grunted. He fit his cock inside of her cunt, fucked an inch and found her maidenhead. It was real; a thick hymen that blocked him. The head of his cock thrilled to her heat and youthful girl syrup. He felt a mad desire to punch and tear and penetrate her belly.
"Oh," said Sheila. "Oh, my goodness. Oh, oh."
At first he thought he'd already hurt her. Then he saw that she strained in pleasure. She was much hotter than he'd thought. It figured. There was her high emotional excitement to begin with, her desperation to find a suitable man to escape the indignity of giving her young womanhood to the man she felt forced to marry. Then Cord appeared, a body type and personality that she was susceptible to. On top of that he wore his SS with the power on full.
She gasped. Her slim belly trembled as if it weren't a part of her. Her cunt, penetrated only an inch, throbbed. Orgasm. It wasn't a massive orgasm, but a sweet, throbbing, aching release of her hot tensions and romantic feelings.
He rubbed against her hymen gently fucking against her clit to carry her through.
"Oh, I'm sexed up," she whined. "I'm giving to you. Ahhhhhh."
"Let it all go, Sheila," he said.
He felt a hot bloodlust sweep up his legs and belly. He timed his thrusts so that he caught her still in her pleasure, hoping that her pain of deflowerment might be mitigated by her ending orgasm.
"Unk!" he went, cock-thrusting into her.
He'd never felt such a wonderful sensation, since he'd never deflowerd a strongly held cunt like this. The fury inside of him to batter open and conquer this tender belly was incredible.
"Ohhhh. Owwww!" she cried, surging up in pain.
His first thrust had been masterful. He'd felt her thick maidenhead tear.
"Oh, Cord," she cried. "Cord."
"It has to hurt a little."
"I'm… so glad it's you."
He let her rest for a second while he panted in his own excitement. When he looked down there was a dribble of her virginal blood on his blade. The blood in his own body roared past his ears. He gripped her hips, looked down, saw her tremble. But the surgeon must cut…
"Unk!"
"God!" she screamed.
They both felt her flesh tear once more. That time Cord immediately felt the small stream of blood on his cock, thinner than her sex oils. The sensation of ripping her hymen almost made him come, it felt so great. That instinct must be deep in every man, to open and possess the attractive female.
"Oh, Cord, Cord, we'll have to slow up. It burns! It aches! It hurts!"
"There's… uh… no easy way, Sheila. It hurts now or it hurts later."
Her eyes were big on his.
"I think one more shot."
"Ahhh, God," she wailed.
His cock, more than two inches in, was crazed by the hotness, the tightness and especially the resistance. He drew back. She began to wail.
"Ohhhhhh."
"Unk! In!" he cried.
Her hymen tore and ripped.
"Yeeeeee-ohhhhhh!" she screamed, trying to fight off the mastering cock. It was no good. He held her securely at the hips and rammed home a fierce blow that made her rock in pain. His cock burst through her restraint and shot halfway up her opened cunt, blood pouring now.
"Noooooo," she gasped.
He dry-throbbed and felt the sweep of delicious pleasure almost too great to stand without bursting. He drove his cock the rest of the way up her cunt until he could go no further. The friction, the tightness, her heat and the extra ingredient of that blood flow excited him to where he feared he'd lose control.
He eased down on her body and tried to kiss her, holding her fuck-locked with his prick against her womb. It was no good, though, because she cried from the recent pain, her lips quivering. He started to suck one of those gorgeous little tits, still nipple-hard.
He felt a fierce heat and lust rush through his belly. He gave a great cry.
"Sheila!"
He drew his big cock back in that impossibly tight cunt and thrust forward once more, every nerve on fire, as if to reconfirm that he'd battered through her girlhood resistance. It was the sexiest in-fuck stroke he could ever remember. He started to come even as he made her.
Ineffable, delirious pleasure seized his cock. He rammed home once more to her uterus and exploded.
"Goooone!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt. His jism gouted out against her womb, exploding with savage fury and utterly magnificent pleasure and release. The hymen-taking had been too much even for his sturdy sex equipment to undergo and not burst. So he enjoyed it.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. His cock flexed and rinsed with toe-tingling joy as he shot off his darts of manhood to wound her belly, adding body-hot semen to the cunt oils and blood inside of her. Instinctively she gripped him and took his spuming orgasm while he cried out in pleasure and seeded her, excited to know he laid alien sperm in her cunt on her wedding day ahead of her husband.
"Whoooo," he went in relief as he finally tapered. "Well, Sheila, we did it."
Her pain was gone. Her face wore an ecstatic look.
"I almost killed myself this morning to think there was no way I could cheat him of the virginity he doesn't deserve. Oh, thank you."
"He might kill you when he finds out you aren't a virgin."
"Oh, Cord, you don't think I ever let him touch me! He'll never know. There are plenty of girl virgins who are born without actual hymens. I'll tell him I'm one of those. Believe me, he'll buy that. He expects plenty of mileage out of my body, and he'll probably get it."
Cord could only shake his head in the irony of the situation. If Wilbur had been halfway decent, if Cord hadn't been wearing the suit, if Andy hadn't insisted on Cord meeting the Watsons…
Cord's cock, to his surprise, did not go soft. It remained half hard. After a while he began to move again, truly fucking the girl now, and she, pain gone, responded with a sexy sliding of her loins on his prick. They rocked in higher and hotter ecstasy, thrilling to Sheila's first non-virginal fuck. They kissed so hard and long that both their cheeks were wet with the other's saliva and reddened. He ate her tits until she softly screamed she could stand it no longer.
Then they rushed down the incredible delicious corridor of orgasm, Sheila twisting up boldly now, giving up her sex treasure.
"Cord – I love you – your fucking me – maybe on some future trip…"
At that moment in the sweetness of his own rise to explosion, he felt like he wanted to come west once a week and fuck the platinum blonde's soft belly off.
"With you, baby!"
"Oh, oh, oh."
"Ah, ah, ah."
For the second time they rose to sexy paralysis and locked tight, and Cord spewed his jism into her sopping cunt, while she gloved on his member and throbbed off her first no-pain glory.
"Haaaaaa."
"Whooooo."
Once again it was exhaustion time. But when Sheila finally rose, cleaned herself, restored her filmy lingerie and returned to her bridal gown, Cord saw that only fifty minutes had passed. There was only the faintest of stains of his preseminal fluid on her satin wedding gown. That could be blamed on spilled champagne. When she was gone with a final whisper, kiss and promise, Cord fell back naked on the bed, bemused and euphoric, thinking that maybe he'd missed a lot in field testing after all. He really should get into the field, out and among the customers more often. An hour like this was worth ten weeks of pesky buyers' insults!
The dissident group of Board members who agreed with Vice-President Ellers met at his Lakeshore mansion in Chicago to discuss their strategy. Ellers started the meeting by showing them Big Sam, the sex robot and the woman robot developed in Nancy Lyons' lab. They stared at the sex parts on the nude robots, shook their heads and muttered dire predictions about the end of the A-C Corporation if those units ever got mass produced.
"I practically stole these from the lab," said Ellers. "If I hadn't that sly rat, Nelson Harper, might've sneaked them off to reproduce them in some machine shop and outwit us. Harper screamed, but the President said it didn't really matter where they were until the final decisions were made. After all, I have more seniority than any working A-C exec."
He had also impounded all the Smart Suits he could find in Cord Bannister's lab.
"Most of the units Bannister's completed went to the West Coast with him. But we have a powerful wholesaler out there, my good friend, Wilbur Watson who has a thumb on Andy Lang, the West Coast A-C man. When Bannister left the coast, he gave them to Lang. Watson will figure a way to get his hands on them and shove 'em back to me. Soooo, my friends, at this point we have the dangerous radicals at the Advanced Labs completely stymied. Not only have they stopped their work, but I have their completed units. Unorthodox – but effective."
He was applauded for his daring, if eccentric, actions. He went on to point out that the SS's didn't look as dangerous as the robots, nor as obscene, but they might possibly be even more embarrassing to A-C. When he described them, everyone shuddered.
"There is an employee under Bannister, a Marybelle Fletcher, a nice, innocent married lady. She is deeply attached to her husband and has not been married long. I have her affidavit that both Bannister and Harper actually seduced her in the lab, using the Smart Suit, against her will and desire and almost ruined her marriage by trying to addict her to unnatural sex."
There were more shudders. Someone asked about the Rands, who were to be brought in to arbitrate the situation.
"No one can buy the Rands," said Ellers. He looked around at the group with a dark look. "They are bigger than the whole of A-C, just the two of them. There are no Product Psychologists alive in their league. But…"
His narrow, white-haired head broke into a beaming smile.
"They have recently come into some exceptionally low-priced stock options on A-C common. As holders of a nice block of corporation stock, they will naturally be deeply concerned on the future operations of our firm. No one can BUY the Rands. But as conservative with a chance to thrive as A-C thrives, I think we can count on their negative report on his sexual nonsense that Advanced Labs is trying to sell."
He went on to say that he planned to leave next morning for Washington to interview certain high government officials.
"We can also count on negative reports from there, by the time this comes to a head next week. My wife's in Europe at the moment, but my son and daughter are in residence and will guard these obscene objects until I get back. Meanwhile if you wish to examine these despicable inventions while I'm gone just call Jimmy or Babs and they'll be glad to help you. They're smart kids and won't let anybody near the stuff except those authorized – and they'll have your names."
Everyone thought the V-P Ellers had done a brilliant job of saving the company, and the meeting broke up after an old-fashioned marijuana smoke, a round of cigarettes of the kind that had almost disappeared entirely from the U.S. except in small groups of older people in the Midwest.
It was the next night that young Jimmy Ellers, twenty-two, and his sister, Barbara, twenty-one, decided to hold a party for their frinds to show off the weird stuff their father had brought to the house. No one had ever heard of a pair of robots with sex parts, except those dirty, back-alley attachments that were so weird and ludicrous. These were factory made and corporation sponsored.
Babs, Barbara's unoriginal nickname, was a little doubtful.
"Jimmy, if Dad finds out we showed off this stuff, we could get killed."
"He won't find out. I've read the manuals and I know how everything operates, so there's no problem."
"You don't actually plan to have SEX with those robots or those suits?" said Babs, her eyes big.
"Of course not, you crud. Who among today's kids would go for machine sex. The idea makes everybody vomit. But the Phillips' had that great party where we ran those blind Skimmers out over the lake, the machines he got from his dad's plant, and the Stimsons got a whole pound of Prelude for us to trip out on, since his folks are big with the police. Our party's going to top everything that's been done this year. Or any year. We'd be dumb to miss this chance to put on the hit of the season."
Babs picked up one of the Smart Suits.
"We ought to go over this stuff ahead of time anyway so we won't sound dumb when everybody gets here."
"So put on the suit. There's a manual right there. You'll have to strip, though. It goes on next to the skin."
"What time is the crowd due?"
"What time do our parties ever start? Anybody who shows up before eleven o'clock is a dull sludge. We've got a couple of hours."
"I'm going to take this to my room and try it on."
"You go ahead," said Jimmy. "You take the Smart Suits. I'm more interested in the robots anyway. I'll practice right here in the library."
When Babs left, Jimmy carefully closed the library door and wished again that it had a lock on it. But Babs didn't come back and he figured he had all the privacy he needed. Guiltily, he undressed, his hot eyes fixed on the female robot. Despite what he'd told Babs, he was keen to fool around a little with that sexy little machine. What you did in private, no one would ever know about.
The house was empty of any other humans. Like most wealthy families, the Ellers relied on expensive robots for most of the house work – robots of the conventional kind. They hired outside services for those jobs the domestic robots couldn't do.
Jimmy, though slim in build, had a heavy duty penis which gave him a lot of trouble. He thought about sex all the time, and he chased all of the girls in his circle. The trouble with that was, right now the in-fad was to be cool about sex and brag about celibacy. Further, the girls caught on that he was overboard in this department and so they shunned him, just as guys shunned the girls who put out too easy and too often.
As a result, he was desperate most of the time. He'd tried making a sex object out of the robot housemaid, but although she looked very good, her hard body and her inability to respond made her unsatisfactory. He'd given up on that.