The female robot that his father had brought to the house was a different matter. She had a soft skin, dreamy eyes, a beautiful face, a fabulous figure – and she had real breasts with nipples and a real cunt instead of those featureless lumps on her chest like the maid robot who had a smooth place between the legs where a cunt should be.
Naked now and half hard, Jimmy cast a look over his shoulder. All was quiet in the library and throughout the house. He could count on Babs staying interested in that Smart Suit for quite a while.
He went up to Nancy, the female robot and turned her on. He activated the seduction cycle. The manual had told him just what to do. He said in a trembling voice, "Would… would you like to have some fun?"
Nancy Lyons' robots all had the advanced memory units to compute several thousand human conversation bits and make a suitable, if simple, answer, making them much more sophisticated than work robots which only answered to commands.
"I'd like to have some fun," said Nancy in a warm, sugary voice.
"I… I'm going to undress you!" the youth blurted.
"I'd like that."
She was a sexy piece, with soft curves, gleaming eyes, sensual lips and a soft, feminine voice. She had beautiful brown hair, brown eyes and an exquisite cream complexion. Jimmy was all the way hard now.
Breathing fast, he undid the front of her jumpsuit. He thrilled at what he saw. Where the Ellers house robot had a hard metallic surface painted like skin, Nancy had a warm, pliable torso, with soft indentations where ribs were, a navel and a rounded belly. She breathed and if you touched the right spot you felt the beat of her heart. She was so startingly like a girl that when Jimmy first saw her he tried to talk to her just like a human.
He started to lift the jumpsuit off her shoulders to reveal her nudity when he felt someone staring. He spun around with a gasp. It was only Big Sam, the male robot, staring at him with indifferent eyes. Jimmy gave a short laugh. He sure was nervous and guilty about this!
He activated Big Sam and walked him into a corner well out of the way. Even being stared at by a robot had bothered him. Then Nancy waited for him with a welcoming smile, sparkling eyes, and her jumpsuit split open from throat to crotch. He could even see the top of her brown pubic hair. God, what a job they'd done on this one!
"Muh-moving along!" he said cheerfully and striped off the suit to expose the robot's body.
"Wow!"
"Glad you like it," said Nancy.
The best looking girl Jimmy had ever been with was Vera Poldanski, a young married student at the University, temporarily on the outs with her husband. This robot had it all over Vera by a hundred times. Nancy the robot was BUILT! At that moment Jimmy knew his father was dead wrong about A-C sex robots. He'd pay a small fortune to have a housemate like this, and he knew most guys would. Why, with a doll like this at home, you wouldn't have to take any crap from some dumb girl that wanted thirty things before giving out sex. And you'd meet few girls as good-looking and as well-built.
Turned on like fury, Jimmy stared at the well-shaped, full naked breasts and at the end of Nancy's belly where a delicate pink groove of a cunt waited him. Unlike a real life girl, the robot made no fuss about his staring, nor did she try to cover her shame at nudity with brash aggression. She just smiled at him and waited.
Jimmy remembered what it said in the manual if a guy were shy. Well, he was shy, all right, at this moment.
"I'm shy," he told Nancy.
To the robot this was a command.
"I love shy lovers," said Nancy.
She stepped up to him, took one hand and brought it to her ripe breast, where a nipple stood out, erect and eager.
"I love to have my breasts felt," said Nancy.
Jimmy dug his hand into that glorious globe and thrilled. "Wow!" There was no difference between this breast and, a human one. In seconds he was all over her tits with both hands and his mouth, bending back the supple figure in his arms.
Nancy's hands got busy. She took his cock and put it against her soft belly. She worked a hand behind his hard-on to press it harder against her. Then she undulated her loins to jack him off. He almost went out of his mind with pleasure. For magic seconds he fucked against the girl's belly, kneading one luscious tit and sucking the other, transported to heaven. God, it felt good.
But he had to break, gasping, for fear of throwing his seed too soon. He pulled back and stared down at his robot lover.
"You are a dream! No fussing, complaining, apologizing."
"I like everything you do," she said.
He caught that beautiful head. He put his lips on hers and kissed her. Warm, incredibly smooth lips auctioned on his mouth and then fell open to lure his tongue inside a hot, wet mouth with a teasing, gyrating tongue. He hugged Nancy tight, once again smearing her preseminal fluid on her naked belly as he sucked off gorgeous French kisses and mingled saliva with her.
"Oh, oh, oh," he said when he finally broke. He felt hot enough to fuck a thousand women. Best of all, she was hot too. There was a blush on her face down to her shoulders. Her body was moist with sex sweat.
"I want to fuck," she whispered. "Oh, I want to fuck."
Unable to speak because it was all so great, he led her to the sofa. She went down easily and gracefully, spreading her legs, as she smiled at him.
"I want it!" she crooned.
"Baby, so do I!" he cried. He slid right into her saddle. There was an awkward moment when his trembling hand couldn't fit his cock to her hole but she shifted to help. He drove his prick into her cunt.
"Wow!"
"Love it," she said.
He felt it to his toes. She was absolutely as great as any real girl he'd ever been with. He drew back and began to fuck into her belly while she moaned in pleasure.
His cock shaft had never felt so good. She seemed hotter, tighter, more SEXY than any girl he'd ever been with. At that moment he stopped making comparisons. She was no longer a robot. She was Nancy, his dream girl and he shot off into the clouds in the hot pleasure of fucking her.
She seemed to have ball-bearing hips as she rotated back and up against his belly grunting.
"I am soooo fucked," she informed him.
"Baby, you've got it all. I mean all!" he gasped.
He drove into her faster and faster, feeling her warm oils lubricate his prick, feeling her cunt draw a little tighter to offer sweet resistance to his desire to open her up and plunge deep in her. The heat of her cunt penetrated right to the middle of his cock. In addition there were girlish quivers of pleasure that he felt right back where he lived. His jism, inside of his body boiled in a fury to blast into her guts.
Going a little crazy now with all that extra joy, Jimmy folded down on her luscious body. He almost sobbed with pleasure as he gobbled her tits, hugged her and whipped his prick in and out at a furious pace, the friction making a steady burn that was going to crack his skull open with screaming joy when he finally broke.
"Never – nothing like thisssss!" he cried in utter ecstasy.
He began to reach the far pastures of sex now, where everything was totally animal and serious. The girl's body became an extension of his own, a luscious, quaking warmth and moisture that he had to pierce and penetrate and fuck to glory.
It was all orgasm now as he began his last furious strokes.
"I'm going to taaake you!" he cried in orgasmic delight.
The door of the library burst open. Babs, his sister, staggered in. She wore a Smart Suit that was transparent against her naked body. She glittered and gleamed like a showgirl in some outrageous sex display.
"Help me! Oh, Jimmy, help me!"
Right at the door of orgasm, dry-throbbing and crazy to throw his seed, Jimmy jerked up and looked at his sister. She came across the library in a peculiar fashion, first taking a few steps and then stopping to hold her crotch and make lewd sex motions. Then she staggered forward.
For a moment, Jimmy was shocked out of his skull to be discovered like this, fucking the girl robot. He quickly saw that Babs' distress was so great that she hardly noticed.
She reached the sofa and stared down at him with eyes that bugged out of her head.
"It's – doing it – to meeee!" she wailed. "Make it stop!"
"What?!"
She pointed at her belly. Even as she did, she had to undulate her loins. Jimmy saw that she sweated inside the suit, making the plastic hug her figure tightly. In his sexed up mood, she looked like the sexiest human he'd ever seen, her round tits exposed and hard, her rich belly a-quiver, her dark pubic hairs plastered to her juices, which also gleamed on her rounded inner thighs.
He knew what had happened. There was a sleeve on the suit that went up inside the woman and could act like a cock if you hit the right controls. She was being masturbated – fucked by the suit. She had panicked.
"Excuse me," he said to the robot.
"It's all right," said Nancy sweetly.
He pulled off the robot with a gasp at the cold air on his cock after her warm passage. He felt the frustration of interrupted sex. But he gallantly felt around his sister's pelvis to find the control to stop the action. Her body heat was fantastic. His hands slipped on her cunt juice some of which penetrated the suit, as it was supposed to.
He found the control. He stopped the sleeve.
"Ohhh," she said, "ahhhhh, that's better." She came down off her toes.
He pushed another semi-hidden control which peeled back a thumbhold of the sleeve. He eased it out of her, sliding it back into her crack, like you were supposed to do when you no longer needed it.
"Ahhh, gooood," she said.
She collapsed on the sofa beside him.
"I was so scared. It was a weird, crazy feeling – like having it done."
"It looked like it was fun," he grinned. He enjoyed seeing his sister nude. Back when he'd first gotten sexually hot he'd had crazy ideas about jumping Babs, because she was a pretty good looking doll, but he soon found out that incest didn't appeal to her.
"It looks like you've been having fun too," she said with a grin.
"Just trying it once, like you were."
Brother looked at sister. There she was, her cunt exposed, looking like a million dollars in that glittering SS, all sexed up and luscious. Sister looked at brother. There he was naked, cock hard, streaming with the fake girl juice of the robot.
He grabbed her and pushed her down on the sofa in the other direction from his current love.
"You're just in time," he kidded. "I haven't come yet."
"You're too late," she laughed. "I just escaped coming."
She shoved him back but he returned and boldly gripped her pelvis driving two fingers into her soft, wet cunt that was now exposed.
"Jim-meeeee," she cried.
"I can always do it to the robot. Here you are all hot and ready."
"I'm not all hot and ready. Oh, oh, oh."
She bucked on his fingers, holding his arm, trying to escape. Yet he sensed there was something different about her. Her normal resistance was down. She was an aroused, feral female who'd just traveled close to orgasm, and it was possible – just possible – that he could fuck her!
"Cut it out!" she said, struggling.
"Sorry," he said. "I thought you wanted fingers." He pulled his lubricated fingers out of her soft, velvet tunnel. "What you really want is cock!"
He pushed her down and got on top of her. She squirmed but he got a leg between hers and opened her V. He dug his cock wildly – and had luck. He notched her cunt. He drove his brother cock up into her cunt. They hung there a second, face to face.
"Oh, Jimmy!" she wailed. "We can't do this. It's incest."
"Who'd ever know?" he gasped. He was hot enough to fuck a wall. He dug his cock up into her guts all the way.
"Oh, oh, oh," she went.
She struggled but without conviction. She was as hot-blooded as he was, but had a woman's normal restraint. In fact, there had been a few times in her life when he could've seduced her, but he was too dumb to know it.
"Don't, don't," she gasped, thrilling to the incestuous cock.
"I won't, won't," he laughed. "Unk. Ahhh."
After about five strokes he knew he had her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she canted up her belly for his driving cock.
"Jimmy, Jimmy, this is so wrong."
"And it feels – soooo gooood!"
"Ah, it does. Ah, ah, ah. You're fucking meee."
"All the way!"
His deserted robot love lay as he'd left her, legs apart, cunt slowly drying, an expectant smile on her lips. She would stay just as hot as she was until he finished in her or turned off her seduction cycle. The thrill of the forbidden incest had driven all thoughts of the robot out of his mind.
Jimmy laid down on his sister. The SS startled him. That sexy covering her body felt more naked than if it wasn't there. He felt her heat and moisture, her shift and quivers as amplified.
"Suck my breasts!" she gasped. "Fuck me harder!"
The suit enriched her sensations also. Her brother's body seemed to burn into her with heightened, smooth sexiness. She was almost out of her mind in pleasure. The suit had left her high.
He ate her tits one at a time, kneading the other one. It was fabulous. Her nipples were hard and electric in his mouth, against his palm. She seemed to feel it to the core of her being. She grunted and moaned and thrust on his prick as hotly as the robot had. "Oh, oh, oh. I… have to… come!" she moaned.
He thrilled to his marrow. He felt her soft body strain up, and her eyes got big.
So far he'd been afraid to kiss her. But her wet mouth curved in a rictus of pleasure as she glazed to surrender to him.
"What the hell!"
He planted his mouth on hers and drove his tongue inside to suck off a ripe French kiss, reveling in the use of her wet, helpless mouth.
"Mmmmm," she went and exploded under him. Her body arched up. She writhed and her breath blasted on his cheek. He felt all of her animal female bitch heat as she burst. Wild cunt throbs squeezed on his prick. She tore her mouth loose to get air.
"Oh, Oh, Ahhhh, eeeee!" she keened, giving up her girlhood to him. Her quakes along his thrilled cock were fabulous. Her gasps and her body distress-in-pleasure triggered him.
"Oh, you sweet sister bitch!" he gasped.
He felt an ineffable freeze. He locked deep in her cunt, held her hips and yawped helplessly.
"Shooooting offff!"
Spurt, spurt, spurt. He laid hot bursts of jism, right against her womb, completing the incest, crazed out of his mind to think of the degenerate thing they'd done – yet it felt soooo good. He spent off excited gush after gush, seeding her while she surged up and quaked in response to the flood of brother jism, both pleasure-locked in the taking.
"Ahhhhh."
"Oh, sooo hot!"
Finally they expired panting, his cock still stiff and completely buried in her belly, his seed burning and washing inside of her tight cunt. She had her eyes closed. He had his mouth against the soft skin of her shoulder licking, glowing from the sweet after-effects of the short, hot run.
"The robots and the suits – crazy – worth millions," he laughed.
"Don't I know it," she said ruefully. "You could never get me into a sex position if it hadn't been for that suit."
She rose on an elbow and stared at the Nancy robot, really seeing her for the first time.
"My God, your friend looks like a still photo of the world's greatest hooker."
Jimmy turned and stared at the nubile robot, legs open breasts high with nipples hard, a smile on her lips, and her eyes softly gleaming.
"How are you doing?" Jimmy asked the robot.
"I'm ready for love if you are," replied Nancy.
They both laughed, and Jimmy said: "Hey! Why don't we leave her exactly like this for when the gang gets here!"
It was only an hour to Washington and an hour back by first class jet. Morton Ellers arrived back in Chicago before midnight, highly pleased with his trip. The high level official he knew in the Justice Department told him that chances were better than good that his department would probably go into Federal Court in Illinois, and get an injunction to stop the manufacture of sex robots.
"Threatens the sanctity of the home and family, stuff like that," his friend said. "Of course Commerce will fight it because it will give the economy a big boost. A huge boost. We'd lose in the long run, but it would have to run through the Supreme Court, and that takes time."
"If we can't ban 'em, the delay is fine."
"Oh, you've got a string of delays. There's the Food and Drug – they'll have to decide on the health and safety aspects. You've got a year there. After that there's the jurisdictional fights. Should they be under control of the Interstate Commerce Commission as they're shipped from one state to the next, or do they belong to the Federal Communications Commission because sex is a form of communication and they use microwaves."
"How much is that?"
"Five years, for sure, I'd say. Social Security is already hassling the problem of whether owners of robots get Social Security for the robot's work wages. People will be marrying robots, of course, your lonely old folks and they might get into it. Health might get into it on the dangers of sexual exhaustion and related diseases. You might even make ten years."
"I was hoping for a permanent ban."
His friend smiled at him, sadly shaking his head.
"That you will not get. Alcohol, marijuana, good-tasting food additives – anything that brings the American public pleasure, the American will buy and you can't stop it. We learned our lesson in the 70's and 80's with drugs. Ban 'em and they go like wildfire. Today the government is too smart to do that. We don't ban, we delay. Nobody will believe our first injunction; for every expert that sees a threat to the American way of life another will see the new wrinkle upholding and reinvigorating worn-out institutions."
But on the way home Ellers saw that victory was his anyway. A ten year delay would be fatal, just as fatal as an outright ban. The defeat of Nelson Harper and his perverted assistants was assured.
Driving home that night Morton Ellers felt proud of himself. In an age that mixed too many wild lifestyles, he'd held to the narrow old time morality. Sex was for having children. Sex drained a man, took his mind off life's work, weakened his moral fiber. Ellers had stopped having sex with his wife years ago. Oh, he'd have an oral job with some loose woman at a convention or out-of-town meeting, but that didn't count.
He was really proud of the job he'd done on Jimmy and Babs. They'd had the most severe upbringing of any kids in Chicago, and they hadn't gotten into a bit of trouble, where other parents' kids were always in hot water. They'd sure be surprised to find him home early from Washington, when they got up tomorrow morning.
But when he parked the Skimmer and went into the mansion, he heard sounds that stopped him. It was almost as if – as if the kids were having some kind of party. He tiptoed down the corridor towards the library. Then he heard the music and smiled. The kids were having an innocent projection party where they played tapes and the rock singers appeared to be standing right in the room as they sang and played. Loud – but harmless.
He stuck his head inside of the door to tell the kids he was back – and got the shock of his life.
On one end of the sofa the big robot was rocking between the legs of a young, naked girl. Another sat on the sofa's arm and offered her sex to be orally mouthed by Big Sam. The same scene took place on the other end of the long sofa, only this time it was the female robot with a pimply young man sawing away into her and a second stood at her head working a big, wet cock in and out of her mouth. Jimmy wearing one of those devil suits, sat on the edge of a chair, another young female with her head between his legs, nodding and bobbing on his cock.
What made Morton Ellers shriek with rage was the sight of his daughter, whom he believed to be a virgin. She was right on the library rug with two young men attacking her just as the other young men rode the girl robot. One was in her saddle, the second a stiff young blade in her mouth.
"You rotten sinful jackals!" he shrieked, leaping into the room. "I'm calling the police. It's jail! No, I'll kill you all!"
He ranted and raved and shrieked while the party broke up into more shrieks and cries of the shattered youngsters as they ended the orgy and went diving for clothes. One young man tried to reason with him.
"She started it. Your daughter did. She's been fucking everybody all evening – must've had ten orgasms. She's on a sex high, blasted out, and she got the robots started and made us do it!"
"ARggghhh!" went Ellers and began to strike the vicious young liar.
The Ellers house seemed quiet when Nancy and Cord arrived, accompanied by a nervous Nelson Harper.
"I still don't think it's wise to break into the man's house and steal back our stuff," he said.
Nancy's face was set in rock-like firmness.
"I want Big Sam back. I mean to get him. If A-C doesn't want him – I've had feelers from other companies."
"If you think," said Cord, "I'm going to let an asshole like Ellers steal my suits, you're crazy. This man's a Cro-Magnon from ancient times."
"Well, I'm not going to break and enter," said Nelson and he remained glumly in the Skimmer.
Cord and Nancy, cooperating for the first time, sneaked up on the house dressed in black leotards and with masks, ready for any trouble in this daring raid. They did not have to break and enter. The front door stood wipe open. Inside there were things tipped over as if a big stampede had come this way.
"Some other company stole our stuff!" cried Nancy as they moved down a big hall.
"I just hope they killed Ellers," grunted Cord.
They heard a sound coming from one of the rooms. They peered in. A young man who looked vaguely familiar was locked in hot contact with the female robot. Nancy grinned at the hot sex.
"There's half my team. When he finishes he'll be too weak to stop me getting her back."
"Why she looks just like you!" said Cord. "That must make your spine tingle."
"Or something," she answered. "That has to be young Ellers. I met him once at a company party."
Noise from the library drew them. They entered a room that was a shambles. Furniture was overturned, books spilled out of shelves, liquor glasses rolled on a sodden rug – but that wasn't the sight that nailed them at the door.
There was a man and woman on the sofa. The man was naked except for his shirt which flopped obscenely on his thin, aged buttocks. He was grunting and big eyed as he rocked in the saddle of a young girl, fucking her like crazy. She was nude, wholly encased in a glittering Smart Suit.
"Fuck me, Dad. Fuck my cunt off. I want – twelve orgasms – go, goooo."
"Babs, you sweet bitch! I've been crazy to fuck your young ass off for years. I want daughter ass. I want all you've got – oh, oh, oh, here it comes!"
Morton Ellers hugged his taken daugher to him. They saw his bottom jerk as he began to seed his daughter, keening his hot delight.
"Fuuuucking you, ohhhhhh," he sang.
"No wonder he stole our stuff, the horny old crud," said Cord.
But Nancy didn't answer. Big Sam stood there, facing the sofa, smiling politely. She saw he was turned on.
"Big Sam!" she called.
"Yes, Nancy?"
"Take pictures. pictures of the people on the sofa."
Big Sam nodded and turned his eyes into a camera and took pictures, as Morton Ellers, helpless, groaned and spumed incest seed into his daughter.