Ralph Burch - Duplicate lovers

"Florida in Central Park," laughed Grace. "Come on, let's put on swimming suits. We'll have a swim before the other girls get here for lunch. Can your robot swim?"

"He can swim," Nancy managed. Anger and shock still possessed her. In her mood, the indoor swimming pool seemed obscene and gross.

"Well, let him paddle about in the water, but for heaven's sake, make him put away that rediculous penis you're so proud of."

Nancy had to bite her lips, as she complied…

From the first moment that Grace emerged in her bikini, the steaming Nancy began to plot revenge. Grace was a sexy little dish at that. She had the cream skin of certain redheads that made her almost shine. She had a pretty face and buttery red curls. She had high, good breasts, a flat tummy and a voluptuous V between two shapely thighs and good legs. Grace, Nancy decided, was any man's target, a real looker.

They set Big Sam to paddling about in the pool in a pair of Grace's husband's trunks, while Grace chatted on about how jealous her friends were of her new pool. Nancy only half listened. A firm resolve grew in her. At last she interrupted Grace.

"Honey, I have to go to the bathroom. Will you keep an eye on Big Sam so he doesn't do anything gross, like drinking your pool water?"

"Sure. First door to your right down the hall."

Nancy paused at Big Sam. She reached under his armpit and released the red painted governor. Then, she gave him a hard-on and got out of the room fast. The last sight she had of the two was Grace reclining in a most provocative position, legs apart, her bra free to catch the rays of the sun lamp. Big Sam swam around looking puzzled and apprehensive about all of the energy that was suddenly released in him. In about a minute, he would flare out and start looking for a female… Nancy went to the bathroom.

The apartment was huge. The walls were thick. Nancy dawdled for fifteen minutes in the bathroom punching all of the controls and marveling like a Chicago bumpkin, she thought to herself. Then she went back.

Before she even reached the living room, she heard sounds of sex. There was the low, encourging sound of Sam's voice, plus feminine grunts and moans.

Grace had not moved from where she sunned herself. The big robot was in her saddle, fucking her brains out. As Nancy climbed to the catwalk, she saw Grace shudder and lift her elegant butt off of the walkway to give herself to the robot.

"Where have you been!" screamed Grace. "I've been calling and calling. He's doing it to meeeee!"

"Oh, Grace, I'm so sorry," Nancy said, rushing to the locked couple. She started to fool around with Big Sam's body.

"No, you fool!" shrieked Grace. "Not nowwwww!"

It was a fabulous sight to see. The polite, but determined, robot held Grace down firmly, his powerful male buttocks nude and flexing as he drove that magic prick up into the human girl belly. Grace's elegant legs were spread wide and her whole body quivered under the drive of the quick, powerful blade.

Nancy could see that Grace had been whipped and driven to her moment of animal bitch surrender. Her eyes rolled in her head, her breath came in short gasps, her body twisted and she made deep throat sounds of a thoroughly fucked female.

"I've got tooo…" wheezed Grace.

Where now, was her sophisticated laughing New York friend, thought Nancy. Why, she was in her rutting throes of pleasure, just as if her rich and good-looking husband drilled her.

"I understand," said Nancy kindly.

She felt between her robot's buttocks, found his sphincter and pressed it.

"Oh, I have to get it off!" cried Big Sam.

His plunging motions changed into male paralysis as he grunted and then, as Nancy held his balls from behind to feel the action, he spurted into Grace's cunt.

"Whooaaa!" shuddered Grace. "Oh, God. He's comminnnggg!"

Nancy knew that the hot, realistic spurts of jism into Grace would flip her friend out. She was right. As Big Sam spent, Grace whined, threw her head back and locked her belly on the robot to give herself up sexually to her machine conqueror.

"Ah – huh, ah – huh…" went Grace. Nancy saw by the jerking of those shapely legs, that Grace was in heavenly transport. She gripped the robot as tightly as she ever gripped a human lover and delivered her woman hood to him with satisfying grunts, paying off her sex treasure as her pink tongue circled outside of her lips, then falling off, then surging up again to spend more of her belly quakes against the invading prick.

Nancy waited patiently, until Grace fell back with a sigh and then quickly clapped the governor back under Sam's armpit. She ordered the robot off, and he peeled away politely. A tap at his crotch switched him off, and once he was out of the seductive cycle, he became a pleasant smiling bystander with his soft prick glistening, covered with Grace's girl juices.

Grace lay there, a beautiful picture of fucked-out womanhood. Her legs were spread. Her small pink cunt was swollen. Jism leaked from her box, and her heart still thudded in her soft rib cage. Her smallish but up-jutting breasts looked reddened and used, as did her well-kissed mouth. She lay there in an elegant puddle, eyes closed.

"You tricked me," she said to Nancy.

"Of course I tricked you," said Nancy, gently. She patted her friend's soft, naked belly. It was still moist from the fuck contact. "You sneered at my two million dollar machine, and I had to do something. How was it?"

"It was fab, as you well know," said Grace. "That doesn't excuse you. I could sue you for some kind of robot rape."

"Just think, you're the only woman in New York to have this experience. What a tale it would make at your luncheon at the exclusive Evelyn K's."

Grace tried to glare at Nancy, but it was obvious that she felt too good to make it stick.

"I'm simply not going to forgive you for months and months."

For some reason Grace's moist, just-sexed body tuned Nancy on. The woman there in front of her, naked, open and vulnerable. Nancy's warm hand slid up to touch one of Grace's breasts.

"You are one sexily built girl," she said.

"I am one robot fucked girl," said Grace.

Nancy laughed, caught up a towel, and wiped off the excess of Big Sam's cum from between Grace's legs.

"Anyway, we won't tell your husband."

"I'll say we won't. I've never been unfaithful to Roy. That's the latest thing in New York, while the rest of the country remains degenerate. Total faithfulness."

"Robots don't count."

"When they screw like that, they do."

Grace undulated her belly to Nancy's rubbing, unconsciously. Nancy felt a deep stab of sexuality. Grace was tantalizing, luscious sex package. She dropped the towel and boldly felt inside of her friend's cunt.

"Let's see what kind of a load he dropped this time. Ohhh, you are wet."

"I'm probably preg with little machines. Ahhh, huhhhhhh! Go easy, dear, I'm still hot from the romp."

Nancy had never felt inside of another woman's cunt. Her brain was on fire now. It was delicious to feel that body-hot, slick girl tunnel, so deep, so vital, the life channel. She frigged Grace, finding her clit.

"Grace, he carries ten loads if you're still hot," Nancy said. Her own cunt had turned on like fury inside of her bikini.

"No, thanks. It takes getting used to your polite but cunt-crazing machine. Uh, uh, you're stimulating me, dear."

Nancy laughed, feeling a little wild. She brought out her fingers and delicately sniffed the liquid combine of the familiar robot-jism smell and Grace's pungent oils. Then she crawled forward and lay squarely on top of Grace's naked body.

"You are so beautiful just after sex. Ahh."

That soft, warm body, still moist after the fuck, really turned her on. She felt Grace's high tits dig into hers.