"Oh, Cord, we're going to make millions!" sang Nelson happily.
"I suppose you tested the robot."
"Works great. Ahhhh."
"I want in on that meeting this afternoon," said Cord. "I don't want to be washed out by that big, dumb machine."
Nelson held the rounded, soft hips of the girl and fucked deeply into her cunt, feeling her twist and moan in delight at his prick.
"Sure, Cord. Anything. Ohhhh! Anything you want!"
Nelson was on his own delicious high.
Cord was fascinated now with his cocksuck. By holding the girl's head a certain way, over the edge of the table, he had almost a straight shot past her mouth into her throat. He thrilled, held his breath and put his hand on the soft length of her white throat. Then he bunted right past her gag point and down her pink tunnel.
The cock went deeply into her throat, her mucoid walls thick to his shaft, hot and wet and sexy. He imagined his hand on her throat felt his cock through her soft flesh. It was wild.
He dared not hold it for long – the poor kid had to breathe – but he concentrated now on whipping his cock up to fury. She was right with him, sucking, licking, tonguing and biting, driving him higher and higher towards throw pleasure.
"Oh, baby, you'll have a great second load inside," he moaned.
Both men broke at once. Nelson felt the deep warmth in his belly as too much to hold back mechanically. He released the sensor on the sleeve. He strained forward holding the girl's belly to his.
"Now!" he cried.
"Oh, gooone," sang Cord at the same time. Her wounding teeth had nibbed the rich nerves at his cock head beyond his control. He strained just as Nelson did. He went dizzy with delight, shoved his prick deep in Marybelle's throat and let go.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. At the same time, he felt her body jerk as she took Nelson's spuming glory shots. It was a good thing that he had deep-throated the girl, because the double explosion in her body triggered her fourth orgasm. She could hardly make any sound because her throat was filled with bursting cock but she twisted up in utter ecstasy and Nelson called, "She… going."
Cord gave a humorless laugh of relief, against Nelson's satisfied animal grunts, and the girl's gurgles. Hot sperm shot into her body to delight the two men who had so long desired to target her. She reached the ultimate heaven of her sexual limits, never reached before. Her cunt throbbed, her belly expanded and contracted, her buttocks tensed and untensed in run after run of pure bitch joy. She was made for fucking, she did have a heavy duty sex system. She flew right out in space with exquisite pleasure glazing every nerve in her body, throbbing, succumbing.
Even as the two men finished and her own cunt runs tapered, she knew she would never complain about or reveal this double adultery. It was a new, secret and magic world that she wanted to keep to herself, sharing only with her boss and Nelson. It was the living end!
CHAPTER THREE
The men politely covered Marybelle with a couple of large lab towels and left her on the table, since she seemed to be dazed and dozing. As they dressed, Cord quizzed Nelson about the Nancy Lyons project and the Big Sam robot. Nelson told him what had happened with the machine, how it worked and what it did, giving, of course, an expurgated version of his own happy test. Nelson also told Cord that he would give a good report on the Smart Suit. Cord should close his lab as Nancy had done and stand by in case the Board wanted him to appear in person. Then they adjourned for a late lunch.
"Are you okay?" Cord asked Marybelle, still laid out on the table like some kind of corpse.
Eyes closed, she nodded and murmured. "Go on. I'll be all right."
The men left and the lab fell silent.
Marybelle was temporarily exhausted physically, but her mind was busy at work. She'd heard all that Nelson had said about the sex robot.
Now, she yawned and sat up. In some ways she felt better than she could ever remember, which surprised her. In fact she felt different than she'd ever felt in her life. It had to do with sex. Until this moment, she'd considered herself prim, undersexed and somewhat afraid of erotic experience. The calloused way Cord and Nelson had used her in the name of testing the SS should've sent her screaming to her husband and the Morals Police.
She did not feel that way at all. She felt a huge, inner delight with the four orgasms. In fact, she knew she could even have more and enjoy them. She resented what her boss had done; yet she could not deny the vast inner delight that had been inadvertently exposed.
"I've lived a lie!" she said suddenly aloud in shock. Then she smiled at the serious tone of her voice.
Yet it was true. Her parents, her teachers, her friends, even her lovers, few as they were, had constantly warned her about her sexuality and freted over it. Was it possible that with her good looks and deep sex drive she was a threat to THEM? THEY didn't want her to let go, because their sexuality was lesser. Not that she was a nympho, but she'd always been a little held back. Even the two or three sex bouts per night with Donald left her feeling that somehow there ought to be more.
Well, she'd just discovered that MORE with the Smart Suit, despite the outrageous way it had come about. Cord had said that she might have ten orgasms in a row. She'd heard about multiple-orgasm women, but they'd seemed remote from her life.
"I'm one of them," she said positively. "I want more."
Men with their more limited capacity, and society, preached keeping a lid on sex. What if you had a physical body that really wanted and needed more?
Marybelle found her clothes and dressed, realizing that she was not the same person she'd been an hour or so ago.
She walked from Cord's wing to the next lab, the robot lab and the domain of Nancy Lyons. There was almost nobody around. It was the tail end of the lunch hour, but today routines were disrupted by the big Board meeting. In fact there was a sign on the robot lab door: EVERYONE IS EXCUSED TO GO HOME AT NOON DUE TO BOARD MEETING. SEE YOU TOMORROW.
Nancy Lyons' name was scrawled on the bottom… Having heard the two men discuss the robot, Marybelle tried the big double doors, found them open and peered into the robot lab.
It was gloomy with the lights out – vastly intriguing. She looked behind her in the hall. There was absolutely nobody around at the moment. She slipped inside the lab, staring around curiously. She'd never been in this wing.
It was much like the SS lab in size, but the rest was different. Robot parts were stacked eveywhere. There were arms, legs, heads, partially constructed humanoid figures and endless benches of electronic parts, the same chips and miniature memory units the SS lab used.
Suddenly, she saw a naked man and froze in shock. Then she realized it was Big Sam, the robot her boss and Nelson had discussed. Curious, she marched up to the machine. She stared at the silent figure, and felt the shock of sexuality sweep up her belly.
He was fantastic! He looked a little like Nelson, yet the face was young and handsome. What really thrilled her was his loin mass, a fabulous male butt and muscular thighs, and still jutting up in a hard-on position, a magnificent cock.
"Man, you're hung!" she exclaimed, thrilled and startled.
"Thank you," he said in a deep, pleasing voice with a slight bow of his head.
She jumped back, laughed and then went closer. She could see he'd been left in LOW.
"Do you want to make love?" he asked. With his penis erect, he was in the seduction mode.
"Maybe," she laughed.
He smiled and held out his arms.
Her heart began to pound. What if… what if… she turned to go. No, she'd better not. Her eye fell on a manual. SEX MODES A-C ROBOT Instruction Manual.