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The Fucking Machine

By: Tattletale



Dr. Drake sat on his little stool at the end of the examining table and explored Mary's pussy with his fingers and eyes. Gynecologists usually wear surgical gloves when they examine a pussy, but he rarely did, preferring instead to have direct contact with the warm, moist flesh. If the patient questioned this practice, he simply explained that his keen sense of touch enhanced his diagnostic ability. The truth was that he loved the feel of a pussy. He spread Mary's labia like the wings of a butterfly and peered up into her scarlet fuck-hole. He was impressed by the symmetry of his patient's cunt. He had examined thousands of them and thought most were as ugly as sin. Nevertheless, he loved pussies more than anything in the world. Indeed, he had devoted his life to the study of pussies.

The good doctor sawed three bare fingers in and out of Mary's cunt while teasing her clitoris with his thumb. Nothing. No response whatsoever. Her smooth thighs did not quiver. Neither her clit nor her nipples hardened. Her breathing remained slow and measured. She was truly an iceberg.

"I don't see anything wrong with your pussy..er..I mean your vagina, Mary. Everything seems to be in good working order. I don't understand why you are unable to cum..er..I mean have orgasms. Do you ever jill yourself..er..I mean masturbate to orgasm?"

"I've tried, Doctor, and it feels good, but I never reach orgasm."

"Would you like to try something a little different?"

"I will do anything to be able to come like a normal woman."

Dr. Drake pressed a button on the intercom. "Nurse, would you come in here, please?" Drop-dead gorgeous Nurse Veronica walked in with a smile on her cherry lips. She knew without being told what she was being summoned for and she was very pleased.

"Nurse, Mary here has a problem coming..er..I mean achieving orgasm, and I would like you to help her out. You don't mind, do you?"

Nurse Veronica took the doctor's place on the short stool and stared at Mary's well-groomed cunt. It was one of the prettiest she had ever seen, with symmetrical flaps and a well-shaped clitoris. The glossy black hair was thick but neatly trimmed. Nurse Veronica's long tongue was drawn to Mary's vulva the way iron is drawn to a magnet. Starting at Mary's ass-hole, she slurped up the trough and across the love-nubbin. Most women would have gasped, moaned or whimpered, but Mary did not respond in any way.

Doctor Drake sidled over behind a filing cabinet, pulled his enormous cock out through his fly, and masturbated as he watched his nurse tongue-fuck his patient. Like all men, the sight of a woman sexing another woman turned him on. His fat cock throbbed in his hand as he watched Nurse Veronica struggling to get every inch of her long tongue up into Mary's snatch. The pretty nurse used her upturned nose to flip Mary's clitoris to and fro. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty. Mary was so passive that she could have been asleep. Most women would have been screaming by then, but not frigid Mary.

"Doctor, I can't do anything with her," Nurse Veronica said. "I've never failed before, but I have to give up on this one. She really is frigid."

"Well, maybe I'll give it a try," Doctor Drake said, as he stepped out from behind the filing cabinet to reveal his huge hard-on. After kicking the stool out of the way to give him standing room, he pressed the plum-sized bulb of his cock against Mary's wet quim. He pushed hard and watched Mary's cunt-flesh swallow up his fucker. It certainly wasn't the first time he had fucked a patient. He had fucked hundreds of them and fully intended to fuck hundreds more. That was why he had become a gynecologist.

Doctor Drake's cock plunged into the deepest recesses of Mary's tight pussy. He pumped slowly at first, then picked up speed. After ten minutes at a leisurely pace of one thrust per second, he revved up to two thrusts per second. There was still no response from the frigid housewife. She was slick inside but not from her own juices. Nurse Veronica had provided the lubrication. The saucy nurse helped out by sucking and fondling Mary's ample teats.

The frustrated doctor's enormous ego was taking a beating. He had never failed to satisfy a woman, yet this one lay as still as a corpse. He was doing some of the best fucking of his life and she didn't even seem to notice. He was proud of his finesse-fucking ability. He twisted his ass in circles as he corkscrewed into her. He used his cock like a crowbar to pry at the walls of her pussy. A mentor had once told him that the surest way to satisfy a woman was to try to make her pussy roomier. That had been some of the best advice he had ever had and it had served him well, but it wasn't working on Mary.

Doctor Drake's frustration turned to anger. The woman's lack of response to some of the best fucking he had ever dished out was an affront to his manhood. If Nurse Veronica had been on the receiving end of his prong, she would have fainted by then. The doctor revved up again to three thrusts per second and delivered them straight and true. Finesse had not worked, so he gave up on it and began using his cock like a ramrod.

"Come on, you bitch, cum for me," he growled. "I'm giving you the best fuck of your life, now cum all over my cock."

The good doctor was like a man possessed as he drove his pussy-pleaser into Mary's creamy center. It enraged him that the slut was not screaming for more the way most of his patients did. Once again he picked up the pace to an amazing four thrusts per second. Even a true cocksman like him could not keep up that pace for long, and he soon pulled his ramrod from her barrel and pumped a creamy load onto her belly. Unloading onto a belly that was not quivering from orgasm was a novelty for him.

While Nurse Veronica lapped the precious semen from Mary's belly, Doctor Drake wrote an address on the back of his business card. "Mary, I'm going to refer you to an organization that has had great success in treating women with your problem," he said. "Nurse Veronica will make an appointment for you. Please let us know how things turn out."

After Mary left, Doctor Drake bent Nurse Veronica over and shoved his cock into her tight, buttery pussy. Within seconds, her gasps, squeals and howls were soothing his battered ego.

Mary was late for her appointment at the Female Fulfillment Foundation a few days later. She almost backed out entirely. If Nurse Veronica's long, tapered tongue and Doctor Drake's enormous totem had not given her satisfaction, all hope was lost. Her reluctant arrival at FFF was one last desperate attempt to experience an orgasm.

"Hello, Mary, I'm Doctor Murphy. Doctor Drake has told me all about you. I think we can make a new woman out of you."

Mary was pleased. Doctor Murphy was a dead ringer for George Clooney, her favorite actor. She thought she felt a little tingle in her pussy, but then decided that it had only been her imagination.

"Mary, I honestly believe that there is no such thing as a frigid woman. Some women simply need more stimulation than any man can provide. We have designed hundreds of devices that provide the necessary stimulation. Unlike men, they run tirelessly for hours, if necessary. Why don't I give you a guided tour?"

Mary was shocked when she saw the first fucking machine. A shiny steel pole was attached to a wheel mounted on an axle. A large, life-like dildo was attached to the end of the pole. Doctor Murphy lifted a panel to reveal the motor and gears that drove the machine. A padded table equipped with straps completed the device.

"Mary, this is our most efficient fucking machine. We call it the Satisfier because no woman has ever walked away from it unsatisfied. We recently made some wonderful improvements that allow for random fucking, which means that each stroke is a little different from the last. The speed, depth, and angle of the thrusts varies to make it more like human fucking."

Mary's pretty face turned a deep shade of red when the doctor turned the machine on and the dildo began to move forward and backward. She wondered how any woman could submit to such degradation. Doctor Murphy sensed her trepidation.

"Perhaps if I show you some of our other devices you will find one more to your liking," he said.

Mary was then shown literally hundreds of devices that were designed to do what nature intended only men to do. Most were simply dildos attached to saws, drills, and other tools. Some were hand-held and had to be operated by an attendant, but others, like the Satisfier, could run unattended for hours.

"Well, I don't know, Doctor," Mary said. "I'll try whatever you suggest."

"The Satisfier is your best bet. Like I said, no woman has ever walked away from it unsatisfied."

The doctor led Mary back to the Satisfier room and asked her to undress. She stripped and then stretched out on the padded table. Before Mary knew what was happening, Doctor Murphy strapped her down at the ankles and wrists.

"Why the straps?" she asked.

"Well, for some reason, women tend to cum..er..I mean have orgasms more easily when they are restrained."

Mary looked up at herself in the mirror that covered the ceiling. She admired her ample breasts, slender waists, and the perfect triangle of hair on her cunt. She grew concerned when Doctor Murphy began removing his clothes. He crawled up on the table and buried his face in her muff.

"Doctor, what are you doing?"

"We get our best results when we give a little foreplay first."

His tongue explored the soft folds of her pussy for awhile, then he mounted her and rammed his cock into her.

"Drake was right about you having a nice, tight cunt. Too bad it's inoperative, but I'll soon fix it. They'll have to take you out of here on a stretcher."

Doctor Murphy was as vain about his fucking prowess as Doctor Drake was about his. He rammed his huge cock into her at two thrusts per second, skillfully delivering the strokes from different angles and to different depths.

"Come on you cold bitch, fuck me back. I know there is life in that cunt."

Mary was shocked when another man walked into the room. He was dressed in a white smock and had a stethoscope draped around his neck, so she assumed that he was also a doctor.

"How's it going, Jack? Any success?"

"I've given this bitch twenty minutes of world-class fucking, and I haven't gotten a rise out of her."

"Maybe if I stuff mine in alongside yours we can get her going."

The second doctor tossed his clothes aside and climbed onto the table. He sat between Doctor Murphy's legs and stuffed his ample cock into Mary just underneath his colleague's cock. Mary felt as though she were filled with one gigantic cock. As the doctors synchronized their thrusts for maximum effect, Mary felt a tingle at the top of her pussy. Then there was another tingle, and another. Mary didn't know what was going on down there, so she kept this information to herself.

"Ah, damn, Jack, I've got to cum," the second doctor said. "I can't hold it in any longer."

"Yeah, me, too. Let's pump her full of cream, then we'll turn the Satisfier loose on her."

The doctors groaned as they shot their loads at the same instant. Their cocks were soon basting in their combined juices. They remained mated to Mary for several minutes in order to extract every last ounce of pleasure. After the doctors uncoupled and got off the table, Doctor Murphy quickly clamped his hand over Mary's cunt.

"I'll keep the sperm in there for lubrication, Tom. Hurry and get that dildo plugged into her."

The second doctor placed the head of the dildo at the opening to Mary's cuntal canal. After making a few adjustments to the machine, the dildo began to slide in and out. Mary's pussy began to tingle again, this time not only at the top but along the sides. The doctors carefully adjusted the machine so that the dildo completely filled Mary with each stroke.

"Let's help out, Tom," Doctor Murphy said. "This bitch is going to need all the stimulation we can provide. I don't think the Satisfier is going to be enough. I'll tongue her clit. Why don't you suck her teats?"

Mary began to pant as the doctors' hot mouths and tongues went to work on her most sensitive bits. The fucking machine was suddenly switched to random mode so that each stroke was different from the one before. The dildo went in to different depths from different angles. Every nerve in her pussy was getting attention.

"We're getting there, Tom. She's finally lubricating. Look how shiny the dildo is."

"Let's just stand back and let the Satisfier do its job, Jack."

The two doctors stood aside and masturbated as they watched Mary slowly lose her sanity. She began to gasp and whimper, then she began to sob. The sobs finally became screams as one orgasm after another rippled through her body.

"I'm ready for some more of that," Doctor Murphy said. Mary cursed him soundly when he turned off the fucking machine, then took it all back when he mounted her and shoved his fat cock into her. Then, for the first time in her life, Mary was cumming around a real cock. She whooped and hollered as the good doctor took his pleasure with her. After Doctor Murphy shot his load into her, the second doctor took his place. Her howls of ecstasy alerted every man in the building, and they were soon lined up with their cocks in their hands, waiting for a shot at the ice queen turned nymphomaniac.

By the time the last man, the janitor, had taken her, everyone had lost count of her orgasms. Her pussy clamped down one final time around the janitor's plump cock and then she passed out cold. Doctor Murphy had kept his promise - they did have to carry Mary out on a stretcher. 

The Fucking Machine



“I don’t believe it,” Bree said to her friend.  There is no such thing.”

“There is too!” Shelley replied.  “I saw my mother using it last night.  She didn’t know I was watching her and she got herself off with it.  I heard a buzzing noise and I heard her moaning.  Her door was locked but when I looked through the keyhole, I saw her sitting on this black box with a big smile and as I watched, I saw her cumming.  Afterward, she put it away in her closet and locked the door.”

“I still don’t believe you.  She must have been using a vibrator.  I’ve seen my mom use one of those and I used it too when she wasn’t home.  It got me off better than any boy ever did.  A LOT better…”

“Bree, I’ve seen my mom’s vibrator and it looks nothing like the fucking machine I’m telling you about.  “Don’t you think I know the difference between a vibrator and this thing?”  

Shelley did know the difference and so did Bree.  Although they were both only eighteen years old and seniors in high school, they had been sexually active for long enough to know about vibrators.  Neither one knew as much as she thought she did but they did know that much.

“Do you think she would show it to us?  Do you think she would let us use it?”

“No way.  She’d never even let us see it, let alone use it.  She keeps it locked in a closet.  Mom thinks I’ve still got my cherry.”  Both young women pondered for a few seconds about how dumb mothers can be before  Bree made a suggestion.

“My brother showed me how to pick a lock.  All you need is a piece of wire like a bent paper clip.  I’ll bet I can get into that closet some time when your mom isn’t home, and we can try it out.  When will she be out?”

“She’ll be working tomorrow.  She leaves in the morning after she knows I am up and getting ready for school.”

“Okay, then make her think you are getting ready for school but don’t go.  I’ll cut school too and be over at nine o’clock with a paper clip.  I’ll bet this going to be fun.  

Bree and Shelley giggled at the thought of the forbidden fruit they expected to be enjoying.

At nine o’clock the next morning, Shelley let Bree into the house she shared with her mother and led the way into her mother’s bedroom.  The closet was locked with an ordinary snap lock and, after a few minutes of fumbling, Bree was able to pick the lock with the bent paper clip.  Shelley opened the door and, after some looking, found what they were after.  It was sitting on the floor in a corner, somewhat concealed by a pile of clothes that needed ironing.  She took it into the bedroom and set it on the floor where her mother had been using it two nights ago.

The fucking machine was a red box, made of a rather heavy plastic and an electric cord ran from one end.  The base was flat, allowing the machine to be set on a chair or the floor or anywhere else, and the sides sloped upward like a pyramid, except the top was flat and five inches square.  The main feature was a pink dildo protruding from a socket in the top.  As they looked at it and thought about what the dildo could do for their young pussies, both women giggled.  

After it was plugged in, they looked the machine over more carefully and found the control panel on one side.  In the middle of the panel was a toggle switch marked “ON” and “OFF” and the function of that was obvious.  

On either side of the toggle switch was a dial.  One dial had “SLOW” written on one end and “FAST” written on the other, with apparent gradations in between.  The two friends were sure they knew what that was for.  

The other dial was more mysterious.  On the left end was the designation “OSC” while the word "TURN was written on the right.  At the top of the dial were the letters “THST”.  

On the side opposite the control was another handle.  When Shelley pulled on it a drawer opened.  Inside were varieties of dildos. 

 “That looks like Little Willy’s little willie,” she said, pointing at the smallest of the plastic cocks.  

Little Willy was an object of some scorn among his female classmates but his family is rich and he drove an expensive luxury car and so was granted privileges he wouldn’t have otherwise rated.  

“I’ll bet Jason Richards is hung like that,” Bree guessed, pointing to an eight-inch dildo, the biggest of the set.  Jason was the star of the basketball team.  Neither Bree nor Shelley had any first-hand knowledge of his cock but they had heard a rumor that it was quite spectacular.  

The other dildos ranged in size between Little Willy and Jason and the one on the machine was average sized.  

Shelley plugged in the machine, after making sure the switch was turned to “OFF”.  

“Let’s try it out,” she suggested.  

After carefully making notes of the settings of the machine so they could return it to those settings, Shelley set the dial to “SLOW” and to “OSC” and turned it on.  The dildo started swinging slowly from side to side.  As the dial was turned toward “FAST”	, it swung faster.

“It’s oscillating.  ‘OSC’ must stand for oscillate,” Bree deduced.  She turned off the machine and set it back to “SLOW” and to “TURN”.  The dildo slowly turned in a circle when the machine was turned back on.

“Oscillate looks like it would be fun but turn doesn’t look like much,” Shelley judged.  “Let’s try the middle one.”

THST apparently stood for “thrust” because the dildo thrust straight up and down when that was the setting.  Further experimentation showed that it could be set to thrust up and down while either oscillating or turning.  

Bree and Shelley both developed dampness in their pussies when they thought about the dildo fucking them, especially when the machine was turned to FAST and set to oscillate and thrust.

“I dare you to try it out,” Bree challenged her friend.

“Do you think I should?”  

“Why not?”

“Okay but you have to use it too.”

“I will but, since it’s your mother’s, you go first.”

“I think I’d better start with Little Willy.  I can switch to something else later.”

Little Willy had a hole in its base which apparently fit over a shaft on the machine.  When Shelley pulled the dildo off the machine, a rubber ring came off also.  The ring had a hard rubber spur on one side. 

“I bet that’s for your clit,” Bree said.  

Shelley put the ring on Little Willy and put the small dildo on the shaft that protruded from the middle of the socket and the machine was ready to fuck her.  

The machine was ready but Shelley wasn’t quite yet.  Both girls were wearing the knee length uniform skirt of the school they attended and Bree tried to reach underneath and remove her panties, expecting to straddle the device still wearing her skirt and otherwise fully dressed.  This exasperated Bree.

“For Chrissake, Shelley, don’t be so damn modest.  I’m gonna fuck myself after you get done and I’m gonna take off all my clothes.  I’ll do it now if it’ll get you to hurry up.”  She started unbuttoning her blouse.

Shelley had to admit her friend was right.  Minutes later, both were naked and she was on her knees straddling the machine.  It was set for “Thrust” and the slowest speed but she expected to change the settings.  

Lining up the spur with her clit, Shelly slowly lowered herself and let her pussy envelope Little Willy.  A low buzz started when she flipped the switch to ON and the small dildo started slowly plunging in and out of her pussy.

“How does it feel?” Bree asked.

“Kinda funny.  Nice, but not really a big deal; a lot like the real Little Willy.”  

Bree knew what her friend meant because she had felt their classmate’s small cock in her pussy also.  

“I’m going to speed it up and let it oscillate a little too,” Shelly said, matching word to deed.

With the increased speed and changed motion, a smile spread across Shelly’s pretty face and she started reacting to the fucking machine, her body squirming as the dildo drove in and out of her. 

“That feels a lot better now but it’s not big enough.  Once I’m good and wet I’ll put a bigger cock on.”

A minute later, Shelley switched off the machine and raised herself, so the dildo was no longer in her.  Her pussy was wet enough, with her juices running down both her legs.  She selected a larger dildo, one size smaller than the one her mother had left on the machine.  

“I’ll call this one Eric,” she said as she removed Little Willy, put the spur in place on the bigger dildo and attached it to the machine.  “It’s about the same size as his cock.”

Shelley set the machine for THST and the slowest speed and lowered herself so the tip of the dildo was inside her pussy.  After she turned it on, Shelley signed happily as Eric penetrated her pussy.  She moaned as it fucked her slowly in and out.  When the dildo was completely inside her, she couldn’t help but groan.   

“My God, Bree, this is the greatest.  It’s a lot better than the real Eric, he was always in such a hurry, I stopped fucking him!”  She turned up the speed a little and set the machine so the dildo would oscillate inside her.

“Ahhh…” she exclaimed as the machine fucked her faster and with the new motion.  “Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  That feels good.”  As Shelley fucked down to meet the strokes of Eric, she leaned forward and the spur came into full contact with her engorged clit.

“Oh!  Oh!” she cried out.  “My clit!  Fuck my clit!”  Back and forth and side to side, she rocked, writhing on top of the fucking machine while it continued to plunge the dildo in and out of her pussy and the spur raked across her clit.  For ten minutes she enjoyed the best fucking of her life and finally, “Yes…Yes!  I’m cumming…Oh, my God!”

Shelley reached her climax in just a few more seconds of the relentless thrusts of the machine and slumped forward until Bree caught her and turned off the machine.  

For a minute, Bree supported her friend until she had caught her breath.  “C’mon now, it’s my turn.  Hurry up; I’m really hot to trot.”  

“Oh, my God, I’m weak from cumming.  I’ve never had anything like that.”  

Bree helped Shelley raise herself and lie on the floor then got into position over the fucking machine.  The dildo that had been named “Eric” waited to drive itself into her pussy.  

“Aren’t you going to start with Little Willy?” asked Shelley.

“No need.  I’m dripping wet from watching you and listening to you and the cock is wet from you too.”  Bree turned the settings to THST and to a slower speed.  She made sure the spur on the clit ring was properly positioned.   

With her juices dripping all over the machine, she lowered herself until the head of the dildo was inside her pussy.  While her friend was on the floor, resting after the best orgasm she ever had, Bree turned on the fucking machine.

“Ohhh…” she crooned, as the plastic cock stroked slowly in and out of her pussy.  “That’s really good.”  

For several minutes, she enjoyed the sensations of a slow fuck as she meet the toy thrusting inside her.  The pleasure spread from her pussy all through her body, causing her to moan and sigh and for her toes and fingers to clench and unclench.  

Afterwards, Bree reached down, turned the machine to a higher speed, and set it to oscillate inside her pussy.

The greater speed and the new motion of the dildo caused the pleasure to mount, pouring through Bree’s body and causing her to thrash around on top of the machine.  

She sighed and whimpered from the intense pleasure the fucking machine was giving her.  Every time she leaned towards the spur designed to stimulate clits, she could feel the intensive pleasure coursing through her.  

Every time she leaned back or to the side, the dildo found new areas inside her pussy to caress, sending more and greater waves of pleasure washing through her body.

Shelley had recovered and she watched her friend flopping around ecstatically.  

“Good, isn’t it?” she asked her friend.

Bree had lost control of some of her muscles and all she could do was happily nod her head.  The fucking she was getting from the machine was like nothing she had ever known.  Besides masturbating in various ways, her sexual experience had been entirely clumsy boys pawing her, then thrusting inside her  who are mostly only using her for their own pleasure.  

Although she would never admit even to herself that she had never had an orgasm except  for those times when she was enjoying her little finger or her mother’s vibrator.  

She realized shamelessly that the fucking machine would do everything a vibrator would and much more.  Moreover, it had no selfish interest for enjoyment.  It was strictly designed to give women all the sexual pleasure they wanted.  And she was getting all that and more.

“Oh!” she cried as she started cumming.  This had happened to her only once with the vibrator.  This time however, it was much more intensive.  

All the pleasure that had been piling up from the surges of the dildo seemed to come crashing down, flooding her pussy repeatedly with waves of pure ecstasy until there was a sudden intense burst as she climaxed.  After that, there was just the nice feeling of the dildo pumping in and out of her pussy.

Bree was too weak to do anything, even to turn off the machine or ask Shelley to turn it off.  She gestured toward the switch and Shelley, with an unaccustomed flash of insight, knew what she wanted and turned it off.  

This time, Shelley helped her friend off the fucking machine.  She helped Bree to the floor to her strength.  

Later that morning, after both women had fully recovered their strength and had cleaned themselves up, they put away the device.  It had given them so much pleasure that they can’t help discussing it.

“That is the best fucking I have ever had and the best orgasm too…bar none,” Shelley told her friend.  

Bree agreed.  “The problem is that we will probably never find a man who can match it.  Jason might have a cock as big as the biggest one with the machine but I’ll bet he can’t fuck like the machine can.”

“Do you want to cut school again next week and use it again,” Shelley asked Bree shamelessly.

Bree looked at her and she knew from the happy look of lust on her friend’s face that she need not hear the words.  It was enough confirmation that there’ll be a next time for them and that wonderful machine.

*****

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The Fucking Machine



I've been waiting for you to get home, hoping that you will unlock my cage and play with my dripping cock. I am naked, the way you want me when I am home. Even when you have guests, you decide if and what clothing I might wear. 

When you arrive you smile and cradle my balls under the cage.

"Does my cum slut want to be milked and fed," you ask.

I nod eagerly, whispering, "yes please."

"Mmmm," you murmur, "I know you do, but there's no time. I have to get ready because Katie and I are going out to get fucked tonight. I would have been home earlier, but one of the VPs needed me to suck his cock clean after he fucked me. I knew you wouldn't mind waiting if I was getting a hard cock and cum to play with."

"I never mind that Mistress," I say quietly, moaning softly as you continue to massage my balls and one fingertip teases a hard nipple.

"I know slut," you smile, "because you love the fact that I am a hungry cock slut and need far more than you could provide, even if I do keep you locked up when I am out. After all, I can't have you wasting any of that cum playing with your own cock, now can I."

"No ma'am," I admit.

"Now come along," you tell me, "we have to get you ready."

I follow you into our playroom, my eyes looking over the bondage bed and other furniture, but you lead me to your gyno table. Wordlessly you direct me onto the table, my torso flat and my legs supported as they are raised and spread, fully exposing my ass and caged cock to view. The straps you fasten over my chest and hips also hold my arms at my sides, and the multiple straps along each leg support ensure I will not be moving until you release me. I stare up at the ceiling, where we have mounted a large screen for a bound subject to watch, and also a camera so they can be monitored.

I listen as you move some things around and then gasp as I feel your fingers gently lubricating my ass. I moan softly as I feel a plug slide in, my ass expanding around the thickness just above the base, then tightening again as it is held in place. Moving up beside me you tease my nipples, and smile at my predicament.

"You wait here, lover, and I'll finish your preparations before we go," you tell me, "but first, I need to change into something our dates will enjoy."

"Yes ma'am," I whisper.

Not long after, you return, dressed now in a sexy black dress, hose and heels. I see a thin chain around your neck, but the key I expect to see on it is missing, instead there's a small engraved pendant. When you get closer, I see that the engraving reads "Cock Slut."

"Do you like it," you ask me, "I only wear it for special dates."

"It's very beautiful ma'am," I answer.

"Now," you say, "let's get you set up for your evening, I think you're overdue for a nice long fucking too."

I feel the plug being eased from my ass, moaning softly as it slides out. I consider asking you to slide it back in when I feel you pressing another toy against my asshole. I moan as I feel the bulbous head stretch me open as it slides past the opening.

You slide the new toy in deeply. Behind the bulbous head is a longer semi-firm shaft with a series of heavy ridges. While the head prevents the toy from slipping out easily, the ridges work and massage the tight opening of a slut's ass and ride heavily over a sensitive prostate as it rides in and out. I quickly realize that I will be feeling those ridges a lot tonight I hear you test the function of our fucking machine before you make the final attachment. 

You step back into my view, Holding your phone, you smile at me and say, "You're going to like this."

With a few taps on your phone, the machine comes to life and starts filling my ass with slow strokes a few inches deep. More taps, and I feel the depth increase until I moan at its forcefulness. A few more taps, and the strokes are shorter, faster, the head pulling against the tight opening of my slut hole.

"I can control it from anywhere," you explain, "and wait until you feel the fucking cycles I've programmed it with."

"Oh," you continue, "and don't worry about drying out, this new version pumps in a couple drops of lube with every few strokes, soon your slut ass will be dripping lube. And the beauty is, I can tell it when to add a few long hard spurts of lube for that special feeling."

Eyes wide as I take in all the changes you have added to the machine, I say the only appropriate thing, "Thank you Mistress."

Your phone signals an incoming call.

"Hi Katie," you say, "I'll be right down. I'm just tucking in slut boy for the evening and making sure he is entertained while we're out."

With a few final taps on your phone, you first show me that you can monitor my condition through the camera, and then you start a video sequence for me to watch.

"It's two hours of hard spurting cocks for you to watch while you get fucked for me," you tell me, "don't worry about it running out, it will automatically restart if I don't change the video, or call in to show you what I'm doing."

As I hear your heels clicking towards the door, you turn and say: "Oh, Michael, just keep in mind that when I get home, that cum slut tongue of yours will be getting a workout."

Your dress was loose and flowed around your body as you walked toward me. Formed of four panels of fine silk, they were attached at the top to the collar that circled your throat and two panels draped the front and back of your sexy body. The two front panels were open between them, exposing a deep open cleavage, they were then joined but only to the point where they concealed your smooth shaved pussy, and only just that far. The back panels were open even deeper, joining at the top of your ass and then splitting again like the front set. On your sides, the panels didn't join until they reached your hips, and there were only connected for a few inches before dividing again.

Revealing so much when you moved, yet hiding everything when you were standing still, those deep divides between the dress' panels made your whole body so accessible, a fact you definitely wanted me thinking about as I lay strapped down in your little dungeon. The dress was only long enough to hide the lace tops of your hose when you stood still, but when you moved, they swept apart to reveal not only those lace tops but inches of your smooth sexy bare thighs above the stocking, both at the front of your leg and through the slash up to each hip.

I watched as you slid your hands in the sides of your dress, cupping your beautiful breasts and teasing your nipples as you watched me imagine how easily others might do the same. 

"Poor Michael," you say sweetly, "all strapped down and with your drippy cock in its cage. I know how you love it when I wear any of my fuck me heels, so I thought I'd add a nice fuck me dress to my wardrobe. Do you think it looks good on me?"

I struggle to form an answer as you show me how easily the front panels spread wide to expose your beautiful breasts.

"Yes ma'am," I whisper hoarsely, "you look gorgeous, I am sure everyone will love seeing you in it."

"I know they will, slut boy," you say as your fingertips tease one of my hard nipples, "they'll love me in it, out of it, and however else I choose."

I moan as you start the fucking machine, in slow short strokes as you leave. The image of you being fondled through the openings in your dress fills my mind as my eyes naturally focus on the ceiling mounted screen. 

You made me collect hours of video with one spurting cock after another. Interspersed between those scenes of cocks exploding all over stroking hands, are those same hands feeding that cum to a waiting slut's mouth. I keep imagining those fingers are yours, and that they are dripping with fresh cum and sliding into my mouth as you tell me to suck them clean. I have lost track of how often you have done that to me, so many times with my own cum, and then after you taught me to beg for it, with the cum of others, either dipped from your full pussy, or freshly spurted on your hands. 

At the same time you trained me to lick my fresh cum from your pussy, until I was licking all the cum from your pussy, no matter who put it there. Slowly things changed, my cock would be locked up for longer and longer periods, but your pussy and mouth enjoyed all the cocks you wanted, and you loved how I got hornier and more obedient with each day under lock and key. You loved how strong my orgasms would be after a week in the cage, especially if you had let me out for some nice long teasing sessions and then locked it back up again. But you really enjoyed how submissive and obedient I could get after two weeks without being allowed an orgasm. At those times you could get me to agree to any of your kinky fantasies.

You found the fucking machine to be an ultimate solution to your need for cock at home. It could fuck you longer and harder than I ever could, and you could put my mouth and tongue to work as long as it was thrusting into your sweet pussy. But you always wanted to make sure I was getting fucked as thoroughly as you were. I thought you were going to cum on the spot when you realized that you could use it to fuck your slut boy's ass just as thoroughly.

So many nights you watched as the machine fucked me. You smiled as it rammed long thick dildos deep in my ass, but you would sit and stroke yourself to orgasm when you inserted a thinner textured shaft in my ass and watched as it rode back and forth over my prostate, heightening my sense of needing to cum, but seldom getting me there. With some more experimentation, you found some that could keep me on the edge of orgasm for hours, and others that would stroke my prostate until it caused a complete draining on fluids without that delicious release of orgasm. And as you fed me all those fluids you would tell me about your upcoming dates and the hard cocks you were planning to enjoy.

All this was running through my mind as I watched you leave to meet Katie, and the machine slowly worked that ridged shaft into my ass. Each time it pulled back it felt like that bulbous head was going to be pulled from my slut hole, but then the forward motion would stat again. Two ridges, that was what it pressed into my ass, and then pulled out again. Two ridges in, as my muscles went through that tiny spasm of release after each one, and then two ridges back out. My mind worked against succumbing to that sensation, because I would soon want more, and I was trapped by your bondage and had no choice but to submit to the settings you programmed into the machine, or ran remotely from your phone.

The first time the screen switched from the video to a live image of your smiling face was minutes after you left. I quickly realized that it was from the back of the limo that picked you up.

"Hi sweetie," you sad cheerily, "Katie wanted to say hi."

The phone switched hands and Katie's bright red lips smiled broadly as she saw the way you had me bound with the fucking machine slowly stuffing my ass.

"Hi there cum slut," she said with a conspiratorial smirk, "don't you worry, I'll make sure your lady gets all the cock she needs tonight. If you're lucky, I won't swallow it all and leave her with none to take home."

The phone switched hands again and I watched as you tapped the screen a few times. The machine sped up slightly and a third ridge was added to each thrust. Both of you giggled as you heard me moan at the change.

You held the phone out, as it to take a selfie photograph, and I bit my lip in frustration as I watched Katie lean in to kiss you deeply. Her hand slid inside your dress and I could tell she was pinching your nipple hard as you moaned into her kiss.

You broke off the kiss and smiled broadly at the camera.

"Keep thinking kinky thoughts my favourite cum slut. I'll be checking on you when I get the chance."

With that, the screen returned to the looped video of spurting cocks and cum eating and the machine settled back into its slow thrusting cycle. Two ridges in. Two ridges out.

I don't know how long it was before you interrupted the video again. I know I was moving under the straps, trying to push down on each thrust of the machine. I wanted it deep, harder. I also wanted a thicker toy opening my ass but that wouldn't be possible until you returned.

The first indication that you were thinking of me again was when the dildo started sliding deeper, two more ridges pressed into my ass with each stroke, but the pace stayed the same. The video came on as it panned slowly around a well-appointed hotel suite. Drink glasses, three, maybe four, were on a coffee table flanked by large comfortable armchairs. Clothes were draped neatly over the backs of two of the chairs, but I couldn't tell how many people they belonged to.

The view panned slowly around to the bed. I was looking at your back as you straddled a man's hips. His bare legs were spread and extending towards me, to the bottom of the mattress. You were naked, having kept only your stockings on. Then the camera flipped around to show Katie's smiling face.

"See slut," she said in a stage whisper, "I told you I'd make sure she got lots of cock."

The camera turned back around in time to show that thick cock, at least eight solid inches, slide slowly from your tight pussy. It was dripping with your cum, shining with the wetness of your fucking. I watched as you slide down beside the man, one of your hands wrapping tightly around the base of that huge cock, holding I upright as you slid down with your face inches from it.

Katie moved the camera in until the view was filled with your satisfied smiling face and that rigid erection. You looked at the camera and I knew you were seeing my reaction as you slowly stroked upwards, squeezing a large drop of precum out of that big cock.

Your eyes never broke their connection with the camera, with me, as you reached out with your tongue and slowly licked that drop of precum from that hard cock. I moaned as I watched you spread that precum over your lips with the tip of your tongue. Your deep red lipstick shone under the film of his juices and I was imagining the taste of your lips as I watched you squeeze another thick drop from hiss cock and lap it up. 

I watched as your fondled his heavy balls with one hand and slowly stroked his shaft with the other from the base up to the edge of the head of his cock. You pursed your lips and blew me a silent kiss, a kiss that ended with your pursed lips sliding through the next drop of precum, smearing it over the thick red cock-head.

I moaned again as your lips spread over the head of his cock. Opening slowly without breaking contact, your lips widened as they enveloped the head, sucking it gently as you continued to stroke the shaft with one hand. I heard him moan as you sucked the head of his cock. And Katie giggled as she told you that if you swallowed all his cum, you wouldn't have any to share with me.

You raised your head and the cock slide from your lips. Staring into the camera you spoke to me: "Michael knows that I will choose what my cum slut gets fed, and he knows I expect the same obedient whether or not he gets a creamy treat."

You winked at me and Katie laughed again as you opened your mouth wide and slid it down that hard cock. I watched as you slowly took more and more of that hard cock into your mouth until I knew you were deep throating it. I moaned, quivering with lust in my bondage as the machine steadily fucked my ass with its new deeper strokes

The phone was set up on something that let me see the whole bed in its view. Your lover was stretched out comfortably as you sucked and licked his hard cock. Next I saw Katie, dressed as you were in only her stockings. She crawled onto the bed and straddled his head, facing you, and then settled her pussy on his waiting tongue.

She grabbed her own nipples and started teasing them as his tongue slid between her pussy lips and started lapping at her juices. She and I both watched as you moved up over the man. Holding his cock straight upwards, you straddled his hips and lowered yourself on that long thick shaft.

My cock dripped as I head a moan escape your lips as it filled your tight pussy.

"Fuck I love riding this cock," you say and, turning to stare into the camera, at me, you continue, "thank you sweetie, for letting me have all the cocks I want to suck and fuck."

I bit my lips gently, my hips still trying to match the machines steady thrusting, as I watched you ride that big cock. You leaned forward as his upward thrusting started to edge you towards your own orgasm. Katie stopped playing with her nipples and reached out o grasp your, pinching them with a rhythm that matched his deep thrusts. She laughed as you started to cum, covering his cock with another fresh coating of your sweet juices.

I watch as you crawl off the bed toward the camera. Picking it up you hold it in a position that lets me watch your beautiful breasts heave as you work to catch your breath. When you stop moving I realize that you are sitting in one of the armchairs. You tun the phone around and I see that you have spread your legs wide and draped them over each padded arm of the chair. Between your spread knees I see that Katie has moved down to slide her own pussy over that hard cock you just came all over. She starts riding his cock in a slow rhythm.

I hear you whispering to me as Katie enjoys that thick cock. 

"Sorry sweetie, but Katie really needed to cum on that cock and I don't know if it will survive her pussy without cumming deep inside her. After all, he's fucked her once already and me twice. His first load of cum exploded in Katie's mouth when she was sucking my juices from his cock. We didn't waste it though, you can imagine how we shared it in a nice long kiss. Too bad we weren't there to share it with you that way."

You tapped the phone and I felt the dildo in my ass speed up slightly and settle on a new rhythm. I felt it slide in for five ridges, then out four, in three, out three and in four to its new depth. I shook as the ridges rode faster over my prostate, slowly milking my cock into the condom. Each slow drip squeezing through my shaft an agonizing reminder of my submission to you.

You hold the camera out and turn it back to yourself and with a big smile you talk to me again. 

"How's that honey, I thought you'd like more cock in your ass while we're getting fucked so nicely."

Moaning steadily, I watch as you slide your other hand down to your spread pussy. Two finger slide deep inside your sweet pussy, thrusting in and out for a moment before you bring them out and show me how wet you are. I lick my lips as you slide those fingers into your mouth and suck them clean.

"I bet you'd like to watch me do that after that big cock has filled my pussy with cum wouldn't you, slut boy? Would you like to watch me suck his cum and my juices from my fingers? Or would you like to suck them clean?"

You treated yourself to another pair of dripping fingers as I moaned a positive reply to all of your questions.

You are distracted by the sounds of both Katie and the man cumming together.

"Oops," you whisper to me, "it sounds like that second big load of cum has been delivered."

The phone flips around again, but I am distracted by the machine steadily speeding up to fuck me with long steady strokes, Six ridges in and out with each cycle. I quiver with the sensations the fucking creates in my body. Twenty long hard strokes, followed by a long pause, then twenty shorter strokes with the bulbous head deep in my ass. Then twenty more long deep strokes, and twenty with the head just inside my well used ass. You grim as you watch me adjust to the new cycle and smile broadly when, on the last stroke of the second deep cycle, the dildo paused deep inside and ejaculated five long spurts of lubricant deep in my ass. My eyes opened wide as I felt this new additions to your machine's capabilities.




The Fucking Machine



"Did you like that slut," you ask me, "I could leave it on that cycle and you'll be well-fucked and dripping that lube by the time I get home. Just to make it special for you, I loaded the machine's reservoir with that imitation cum lube you found. It'll look like you had a dozen hard cock exploding in your ass by the time I get back."

The dildo rode deep again, and after it's twenty strokes I moaned as it "came" again in my ass. 

"But not yet," you whispered, as the machine returned to a slow rhythmic cycle of four strokes, with the outward end again pulling slightly at the muscles of my anal opening.

Standing, you set the camera on a piece of furniture and turn it toward you.

"I'll be home soon my boy, and I will still be using that slut tongue for my pleasure."

I watch as you step into a pair of lace panties, boy shorts that wrap your hips and ass in lace panels. I wonder at that, knowing you wore none under your dress when you left.

I don't wonder long as I see Katie step toward you, holding out a small item. You take it with a smile and a 'thank you' and hold it close to the camera. I can see that it is a condom, tied off but the tip filled with fresh hot cum.

"Katie saved you a treat," you tell me, "and I'll keep it warm for you."

I moan as I watch you slide the hand holding the condom into your panties and can only imagine you pushing it into your warm pussy to 'keep it warm.'

You are smiling as I watch as you reach out and pick up the phone again. Without another word the images from your hotel room stop and, with thoughts of that fresh load of cum in your pussy, I am immediately thrust back into staring at all those spurting cocks on the looped videos. My cock throbs and drips as the thrusting cock in my ass and the images filling my view take over again.

I zone out again as my cock drips in the cage and condom. The machine has been fucking my ass with slow shallow strokes since you broke the video connection, and I simply submit to its persistent thrusting. The feel of the harder fucking you let it give me, coupled with the spurting lubricant "cum" left my ass so open and desiring of its attentions. Softly I moaned as I felt it fucking me steadily for you.

I thought of the times you would strap me down and leave me at its mercy. Exposed for you to watch, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends as you enjoy a bottle or two of wine with them, you used it to teach me my role was to be there for your pleasure. Sometimes you took pleasure in using my tongue or cock for your orgasms, and sometimes you took pleasure in knowing how hot and frustrated you could make me. But you always made sure I could watch as you enjoyed fucking and sucking your guests in so many delicious combinations.

And always that video of teased and spurting cocks filled my view. I licked my lips as I imagined you feeding me that cum. I imagined you collecting it and pouring it slowly over your pussy. But you wouldn't let me lick it from your pussy right away. First you would spread and raise your legs and instruct me to lap it up as it dripped and ran down across your asshole. And only when no new cum dripped that far would you order me to clean your smooth pussy of every remaining drop.

I slowly collect myself as the machine changes pace. Subtly at first it adjusts to a new rhythm. Six ridges along the shaft slowly enter my ass. Just as slowly all sic are withdrawn. Over and over again. It's frustratingly slow, but estimating the ridges to be an inch a part and that the fat head of the dildo must be 2 inches long, then you have it fucking me with eight inches of textured silicone cock. And I'm so horny I want more. Your machine has fucked my ass so thoroughly the dildo just slides in and out of a relaxed slut ass, dripping with the lube you programmed it to ejaculate deep inside me.

Soon the machine stats to speed up, It does so in such small increments that it is hard to tell from one moment to the next if it is faster, but it was definitely gaining speed. I was gasping at its deep hard thrusts when I felt you hand on my chest. My mind focused suddenly, a deep moan escaping my lips, as you squeezed my nipple hard.

"That's how he felt in my pussy slut, hard and deep and he could fuck for so long too."

I stare at you, caught between the fucking I am receiving and the beautiful flush on your face that says you've just had an amazing fuck. You eyes meet mine and you smile as you give your phone one tap with a lovely manicured fingernail.

The dildo goes to its new fullest depth, then in a dozen short sudden strokes, of one or two inches each. It buries itself with ten inches deep in my ass. I can feel it exploding with more strong spurts of lube. 

"Don't you love that feeling?" you ask me, "I know I love the feel of a strong cock filling my pussy or ass with fresh hot cum."

Slowly the machine withdraws the dildo, until the head is once again tight against the muscles of my anal opening, effectively plugging me with all that extra lube inside. All I can do is stare and moan, so completely has the machine and its cock fucked me into submission for you.

"My dear sweet slut," you say gently, as the fingers of one hand caress my nipple and I see that your other hand is inside your dress caressing your own hard nipple, "I hope you haven't forgotten that you have some cleaning duties to perform."

"No ma'am," I whisper to you.

You slide you hand down, into your panties and I see it reappear holding that condom filled with cum. The tied off condom is shiny with your juices, dripping with them. My eyes widen as I see how much cum it holds, but my mouth opens as you lower it to my lips. You show me the two knots tied in it and instruct me to catch it by closing my teeth between them. The warm sphere of latex wrapped cum seems to move to fill my mouth, and all I can taste on it is your delicious flavour.

"Hold that," you tell me with a mischievous grin, "while I get you free from here."

Once I am on my feet you reach up and, taking the condom by its exposed end, slide it from my mouth. 

"Go get cleaned up," you tell me, "and meet me in the bedroom."

Quickly I shower and dry myself in the ensuite attached to our playroom. Entering the bedroom a few minutes later, I see that you are still occupied in the walk-in closet, so I move to kneel on the folded bath towel placed on the floor near the foot of our king-sized bed. With eyes slightly downward, I imagine myself looking at your smooth sweet pussy, waiting for you to pull my tongue into your delicious lips.

A small moan escapes my lips when I look up to see you walking around the side of the bed. You've shed your dress and panties, but kept the stocking and your lovely black wedges. But the moan was for the long, thick strap-on cock you wore that extended forward from your sexy hips.

I was panting softly with that rich anticipation of unknown thrills to come when you slid in front of me and sat on the bottom centre of the bed. The head of the dildo, your cock, was only inches from my lips and pointed directly at them.

"Do you like it slut boy?" you ask, I had to stop on the way home and buy it for my harness, it so reminded me of him and I wanted you to see a cock like the one that fucked me so well tonight."

I watch as you reach under the dildo, sliding two fingers into your very wet pussy. Bringing them out again your smear your juices all over the head of that big cock. 

"Taste it slut, taste it the way I first did, with it dripping with my own cum."

"Yes ma'am," I whisper.

Leaning forward I slowly open my lips to taste your juices on the silicone surface. Immediately, you hands grab my head and pull me forward, forcing the thick rounded head into my mouth.

"When I tell you to taste a cock slut, I mean taste it like the slut you are."

I beg forgiveness with my eyes, because you have my mouth fully occupied.

Three or four more times you anoint that fat cock head with your juices. And each time you try and encourage me to take a little more of that thick shaft into my mouth.

Then you push me back off your hard cock and indicate I should stay in place. I watch as you dip your fingers three times in your sweet pussy and coat the first six inches of that cock with your juices. Then with that lustful smile of your I watch you pick up the cum-filled condom. You carefully snip a tiny hole in the tip with manicure scissors and I watch, mesmerized as you squeeze a curling spiral of cum from the condom around the head of that cock.

"Now slut," you say with a clear tone that says you will tolerate no hesitation, "taste me and my lover on my cock."

I moan as my tongue and lips slide over that rounded cock head once again. My cock dips, still caged and wrapped in its own condom, as I taste your juices and the cum you saved from your lover. I suck it clean as I feel the caresses of your hands on my head.

Again you push me back. This time I watch as you stand and undo the harness buckles. The dildo and strap-on tumble to the floor and You turn and crawl onto the bed. I can smell your arousal. You roll over and I watch as you spread your legs wide, your hips propped up on two firm pillows. Slowly, careful to get every drop, you drizzle the rest of the cum from the condom all over your pussy and down to your asshole. You smile at me as your spread it around with one delicate fingertip, them suck it clean.

"Oh look honey, somebody left a cummy mess behind, and I think a good cum slut would clean it all up for me."

"Yes ma'am," I whispered and my own cock throbbed and dripped.

Crawling onto the bed between your thighs, I reached out with my tongue and started lapping. My first stroke carried my tongue across your asshole, licking at the cum that starts to pool there. I didn't stop until I'd licked your clean of every drop.

Drawing me up to lay beside you, you wrapped your arms around me as asked if I'd enjoyed my evening. I admitted that I did, but ...

"Oh, I know honey, your poor cock is still in its pretty cage. But after that fucking and your licking, which is always so satisfying, I just don't have the energy. I'll tell you what, you go and eat all your drippings now and get ready for bed. Maybe tomorrow I will find time to let you out and milk your balls of all their juices. Maybe I'll ask Katie if she thinks you deserve a release tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am," I whispered and kissed you gently as I went to get ready for bed, "thank you for a wonderful evening."

But please, I thought, don't ask Miss Katie, she always thinks I deserve another week in the cage, and sometimes she seems to convince you she's right.



The Fucking Machine



The sound of powerful vibrations filled the room.

She struggled and strained as another powerful orgasm rocked through her body. She convulsed as her muscles flexed against her will as the passion rolled through her. 

She would have screamed, had she been able, but a bright red piece of rounded rubber obstructed her mouth and reduced her cries to a muffled whimper.

She wasn't sure how long she had been here, or even where here was. The unending line of orgams left her body weak and her mind fuzzy. She had gone to bed in her apartment overlooking the park and woken up on a mattress in a strange room.

She tried again to fight her bonds but the tough leather resisted her efforts and she ceased trying again, surrendering to her fate. The machine that was positioned behind her exposed pussy continued to do its work and she could feel another orgasm start to build inside of her. With the rhythmic precision only a machine could muster the large flesh colored dildo continued its assault on her pussy.

Her legs were cramped and sore from being tied in the position she was in, chest down legs spread out behind her, giving the machine ample access to her tender pussy to do its work. The powerful vibrations that emanated from it filled her body, she was sure that if she had not had something in her mouth to prevent it her teeth might rattle out of her very head.



Each thrust of the machine sunk the long silicone shaft deep inside of her, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings that lined the inside of her pussy and coming to rest over her g spot. She had never experienced pleasure so intense it hurt before, it rocked her body and she twitched and shook as much as she could within the narrow range that her bonds allowed.

She wasn't sure how much more her body could handle, she suspected that to much more might exhaust her heart, the human body simply wasn't made to take this kind of pleasure. But try as she might she could not fight it, she yearned for the vibrations to continue, for the mechanical cock to continue its intrusion into her pussy. She had never had sex like this before, never had orgasms like this before. Her hips rose to meet each perfectly timed thrust.

The bright red ball gag kept her mouth open, a small stream of drool continued to leak out of her mouth and pooled on the mattress in front of her. She could grunt, and moan but nothing else. Her jaw ached from the unwelcome intrusion and she bit down again in frustration. She wanted to be able to scream out in pleasure as her orgasms hit her but this stupid piece of rubber kept her quiet.

The largest orgasm she had ever had was building inside of her. The machine had switched into a lower gear, the vibrations softer and the thrusts spaced further apart. Instead of powering her through one orgasm after another now it was teasing her. Keeping her on the edge of climax with a skill no human could muster. She moaned piteously, begging the machine inside her mind to just let her cum, her body ached with uncompleted pleasure. All at once the vibrations shifted into overdrive and a powerful thrust practically lifted her from the mattress with its force. She screamed through her gag as she convulsed in a microseizure of pleasure. She hung limp and unresponsive in her bonds as the orgasm raced through her body. 

Darkness consumed her as she lost consciousness.

Little by little consciousness returned. Recognition came to her and she realized that she was back in her room, daylight streamed in through the windows. She looked around, confused. Nothing was out of place, she could see the front door from where she lay and the lock and chain were still in place, securing the door from the inside. She lay back down, she would have questioned her sanity were it not from the aching pain that erupted from her pussy when she moved and the marks and indentations that covered her body from her former restraints.

She wasn't sure where she had been, or how she got there, but she prayed to whatever god was listening that she got to go back.



The Fucking Machine Ch. 02



Shelley was having a difficult time in school that day for two reasons. For one thing, she was worried about being caught because she and a friend had ditched school the previous day to try out a device of her mother's. For the second, reason, the device, which was being referred to by her and her friend, as "The Fucking Machine", had given her the best orgasm of her life and she couldn't stop thinking about how good it had been and when she would be enjoying another. At lunch that day, Bree, her best friend and partner in the escapade approached her.

"Guess what, Shelley? I told Nicky about the fucking machine and she wants to use it and cum the way we did. She said she'll give us twenty dollars if we'll let her use it. That's ten bucks apiece and I can sure use the money. How about it?"

"Bree! I didn't want to tell anybody else about it. If my mom finds out about it I'll get in trouble with her for using it and for not being a virgin and for ditching school. It was supposed to be a secret."

"It's still a secret. Only three of us know about it. When can we come over and cum over again?" Bree laughed at her play on words. "I want to use it again and I know you do too. That thing was better than any cock I've ever felt."

Shelley had to admit that Bree was right; that she did want to get one of the lifelike dildos thrusting and oscillating in her pussy again, maybe even a bigger one this time. "Tomorrow is Friday and I have an exam in First Period that I can't miss. Mom usually works late on Friday so we can use it after the exam and we'll have all the rest of the morning and until three PM or even later. Since Nicky already knows, I suppose she can come and cum too but I don't want every girl in school knowing about it." Shelley also laughed at her play on words, the same one Bree had made.

The next morning, after first period, Bree and Shelley met on the front steps of the school and, a few minutes later, Nicky joined them. Accompanying Nicky was Amanda. "Hi, Bree; Hi, Shelley," Nicky greeted them. "I hope you don't mind if Mandy comes with us. She said she'll pay you twenty bucks too." 

"If it's as good as Nicky said Bree said it is, it's a bargain," Amanda added.

That made four persons who knew about the fucking machine and Shelley hoped her mother didn't find out what she had done and was about to do again. "How old are you two girls?" she asked Nicky and Mandy. Shelley was worried about getting into trouble with the law besides getting into trouble with her mother.

"We both turned 18 last month." Nicky answered. "Let's go; I'm feeling really horny today. I need a nice, stiff cock and I hope your machine has one for me."

"Believe me," Bree answered, holding up the fingers and thumb of one hand. "It's got five stiff cocks."

The four young women walked the few blocks to the house where Shelley and her mother lived. She was worried about what would happen if and when her mother found out about what she and the others were up to. While they walked, Bree was telling them what the machine had done for her and the other two were looking forward more and more to the experience. 

Shelley opened the door to her home, closed and locked it behind them and led the others upstairs to her mother's bedroom where the fucking machine was stashed in a closet. A minute after Shelley closed the door to the bedroom, Bree had picked the lock on the closet door. "I'm getting better at this," she observed.

Under the pile of unironed clothing where she had carefully replaced it, Shelley found the fucking machine. She and the other three conspirators gathered around to look at it after it had been set on the floor and plugged in. 

"Wow, look at that big cock," Mandy exclaimed. "I've never had one that big."

"You can start with the smallest one, the one we call Little Willie, and change to a bigger one after you have opened up a little and gotten your pussy wet," Bree suggested.

"I want to use that one. It's almost as big as Josh's cock," Nicky bragged. Josh was her former boyfriend, and they had broken up a few weeks earlier.

"First we have to undress," Shelley ruled. "You can't use it unless you take off all your clothes."

After hesitating very briefly, Bree and the two newcomers went along with the new house rule. All four stood around the fucking machine, naked and surreptitiously comparing figures while Shelley explained how the machine operated and what it could do. Since Mandy and Nicky were paying customers, they would have the first turns. Mandy's guess was closer to the number that Shelley thought of so she would be the first of the two.

As Bree had suggested, Amanda decided to start with Little Willie. When she saw the small dildo, she laughed. "It does look a lot like Little Willie's. I think it might be a little bigger than his." Shelley replaced the dildo on the machine with Little Willie, making sure the spur for stimulating the user's clit was in place. Knowing how intense her own orgasm had been, Bree stood beside Amanda in case she might need help in remaining on her knees while in the throes of cumming.

Mandy was not as experienced as the others and her pussy was tighter than theirs. Besides that, although she was horny, she was not wet enough yet so, as she crouched over the machine, she had some trouble working even the small dildo into herself. "Go ahead," she said when Little Willie was in place and her knees were on the floor.

Before turning it on, Shelley made sure the fucking machine was set for the lowest speed, and for "thrust," which would mean the dildo would go straight in and out. After the first few strokes, Mandy grinned. "Ooo, that feels nice. Better than the real Little Willie." 

After a few minutes, Mandy was squirming on top of the machine. "I like it but it isn't doing that much for me yet. So far it just tickles. I think I need it faster and to oscillate a little." Shelley increased the speed and turned the dial toward the OSC point. 

A few minutes later Mandy was still not satisfied. It was having more affect and she was rocking back and forth on top of the machine as the small dildo plunged in and out of her pussy but she could tell she was not going to cum from what she was getting. "Faster. I need faster and make it oscillate more." 

Once again Shelley adjusted the controls. "Lean forward so the spur hits your clit when the cock goes in," she advised her customer.

Once again, after a few minutes of Little Willie plunging in and out, Mandy expressed enjoyment but not satisfaction. Even though she was rocking back and forth so the spur caressed her clit every time the dildo drove into her, she needed more. "It doesn't go in far enough and it doesn't spread my pussy for me. Just like the real Willie, but he doesn't know that. I faked cumming with him."

Shelley turned off the fucking machine and Mandy dismounted, her juices gushing all over her legs and the small dildo that had just been inside her pussy. Shelley set Little Willie aside, not expecting anybody else to be using him that day, and intending to wash him off after everybody had her turn on the machine. As she affixed the second smallest dildo onto the spur in the center of the machine she informed the others that it had been named Eric.

With her pussy as wet as it was, Mandy slipped Eric into herself with less difficulty than she had experienced with Little Willie. "Oooo, yeah," she murmured. This one feels a lot better. Go ahead and turn it on."

"I hope this does it," Nicky griped. "I'm getting all wet and horny watching you and thinking of that cock that looks like Josh's and thinking what it will do for my pussy when I finally get a chance. I bet I would have cum twice in the time you've been getting fucked and you haven't cum even once. I bet even Old Pruneface would have cum by now." They all laughed at the reference to the English teacher who was widely considered to be an old maid.

Shelley again set the machine for the lowest speed and turned it on. After less than a minute of the bigger toy driving into her pussy, Amanda was already writhing from the pleasure it was giving her. "My, God, this is the best ever," she told the others as she rocked back and forth in time with the slow, steady surges of Eric into her pussy. The way she timed it, she was getting her clit massaged with every stroke and, after another minute, she was moaning, approaching ecstasy.

"Make it go faster and make it oscillate. I can tell I'm gonna cum but I need it faster. Oh! Oh! Yeah, like that," she reacted when Shelley turned up the speed and adjusted the controls so the dildo swung slightly from side to side. Every time it drove into her pussy, it caressed the entire lining and the spur stroked her clit.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she cried a few minutes later. "Keep fucking me! I'm cumming." Mandy was so excited while she was cumming that she pitched and thrashed on the machine. Bree held her in place; nobody wanted her to fall and get hurt or damage the equipment.

With a spasm of her whole body, Amanda climaxed and slumped forward. Shelley turned off the machine and Bree and Nicky helped their very satisfied friend get up from her knees. Juices again gushed from her pussy all over the machine and Shelley wiped it off to prepare for the next customer.

That was Nicky and, once the dildo that had now been named "Josh" and the spur were ready to satisfy her, she straddled the machine, held her labia open with her fingers and lowered her pussy to engulf the toy. She was wet from anticipation and from watching her friend getting fucked so the tip of the dildo slipped easily between her open lips. "Turn it on, but slow and straight until I get it all the way in," she requested. "It already feels good."

The other three watched as Josh thrust up and down at the lowest speed and Nicky slowly lowered herself to take his length inside her pussy. She sighed with happiness as she felt the caresses of the dildo, and her clit hadn't been touched yet. "Ooowee, that feels good," she enthused. "I really need this. Make it faster."

Shelley increased the speed of the fucking machine and Nicky started moving up and down at the same speed of the surges into her pussy, taking it deeper with every stroke until she was kneeling on the floor, rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the machine. "Oh! Yeah!" she cried as the spur first came in contact with her swollen clit. "Yeah! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she trilled as her clit was massaged by the hard rubber spur. Less than five minutes after the initial penetration, Nicky started cumming, her arms waving as her body thrashed on top of the machine while Bree held her safely. 

After their customer enjoyed her noisy climax, Shelley turned the machine off, expecting Bree to take the next turn. "Please, Shelley, Nicky pleaded. "You gotta let me stay and cum again. I'm so horny, I need to cum again. I'll pay you another twenty bucks."

After a brief hesitation, "Okay," Shelley agreed. Bree may have been impatient but said nothing, appreciating the unexpected additional ten dollars apiece. The entire length of Josh was already embedded in the young woman's pussy so, after setting the machine for the lowest speed again, Shelley turned it on. 

As Josh started surging in and out of her pussy, a blissful smile again spread across Nicky's face. She hadn't started leaning into the spur yet because first she wanted to enjoy the in and out motion. For a few minutes, she writhed over the machine, imagining being fucked by her former boyfriend instead of his namesake. She was murmuring and sighing her pleasure but she interrupted herself to say "Yes, Josh. Fuck me harder! Fuck me faster!"

Shelley, filling in for the ex-boyfriend, increased the speed of the machine. "Uuh! Uuh! Uuh!" Nicky whimpered. "Oooo, fuck me, Josh. Keep fucking me."

The other three women watched their exuberant friend, almost envying the great time she was having. "Yes! Yes! Give me your cock! Make me cum," Nicky ordered the machine. Once again, Shelley increased the speed and adjusted the controls so the fucking machine would oscillate slightly. 

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Wanna cum! Wanna cum!" Nicky was in ecstasy over what the facsimile boyfriend's cock was doing for her pussy but she also knew what she would have to do to enjoy cumming to the fullest. 

Once again Bree was standing by to protect her friend from a possible fall while Nicky started leaning into the spur as the dildo plunged into her. "Oh!" she cried as the cleverly designed attachment stroked her clit. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as each subsequent thrust brought her closer to her climax. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh, my God!" Nicky lost control, her arms flailing about as she thrashed from side to side and back and forth. Bree held to her shoulders as Nicky immensely enjoyed cumming and the others enjoyed watching. As she climaxed, her body clenched, and then relaxed completely. Shelley shut off the machine while Bree and Amanda helped the well-fucked Nicky from the machine and let her lie on the floor to recover from her two orgasms.

"I don't think I can match Nicky," Bree said as she straddled the machine, after changing the dildo from Josh to Eric. "I've never seen anybody cum like that but I'll try."

She did try, moaning and writhing while the dildo named Eric plowed in and out of her pussy, thrusting and oscillating and caressing her clit. Bree rocked back and forth and sideways, whimpering from the immense pleasure, better than any real cock she could remember, until she climaxed with a cry of joy.

Then it was Shelley's turn. Although she had been thinking about trying Josh, she decided she wasn't brave enough yet and chose Eric, the same dildo as she had used on her previous experience. She was wet and the dildo slipped into her pussy easily as she lowered herself onto the machine. With both knees on the floor, she directed Bree, who had taken over the controls, allowing Shelley to concentrate on getting the maximum pleasure from the fucking machine.

"Slow and straight in and out, at first. Then speed it up." She gasped in pleasure as the dildo receded from her pussy and plunged back in, the spur stimulating her clit. After a few strokes, Bree turned up the speed and moved the dial to oscillate, remembering what Shelley had enjoyed so much before. After a few minutes of the dildo surging in and out of her, caressing the sides of her vagina, Shelley was moaning and fucking down to meet the dildo while leaning forward to let the spur caress her clit.

"Oh! Oh!" she moaned. "This is even better today. Turn it up a little faster."

Bree followed her directions Eric was plunging into Shelley even faster than he had the previous time. After a few minutes, the young woman's body was squirming on the machine, while she sighed her pleasure and told everybody how great it was. Amanda, remembering how Bree had kept her from falling, stood by in case Shelley needed the same help. Nicky was still lying on the floor, recovering from her two orgasms.

"AHHHH", Shelley exclaimed as the steady thrusts of Eric into her pussy brought her closer to cumming. As the waves of pleasure swept through her body, she was less in control of her movements. From pushing down to meet the strokes of the dildo and leaning forward to feel the spur on her clit, her movements grew wilder, thrashing about on top of the machine. 

"Oh! Oh! Fuck my clit! Fuck my clit. Yes! Yes! I'm cumming," Shelley cried out as she lost all control. Fortunately, Amanda was holding her upright so she was able to get the full enjoyment of cumming with no danger to herself. 

That lasted just over a minute until her body spasmed with her climax and she slumped forward. Bree shut off the machine and helped Amanda lift their very satisfied friend from her knees. Juices gushed from Shelley's pussy onto the machine that had just provided so much pleasure for her and her three friends. By that time, Nicky had recovered and she smiled at the proprietor of the fucking machine, who was lying on her back, a grin almost bisecting her face. 

Three o'clock that afternoon was the deadline the young women had set for themselves because that was the time Shelley's mother might return home. It was close to that time so they took turns using the bathroom to wash off their satisfied pussies as well as cleaning off the machine that had given them such a great time, and the room in which it had happened. They were especially careful to scrub the dildos that they had used. Nicky kissed Josh before putting him away. "I hope to see you again, Big guy," she said to the toy.

Except for Shelley, nobody was ready to go home just then so they sat listening to music and talking about what they had been doing. They all agreed they had just gotten the best fucking ever and they all swore to keep it a secret among the four of them.

Thank you for reading this story. I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it. This is the second in a series and there will be more but I don't know how many yet. Whether you liked it or not, I appreciate knowing what you think of it, either a PC or email, and please vote your opinion. I will respond to all feedback with the sender's address.



The Fucking Machine Ch. 03



On the Monday morning after Nicky and Amanda had been introduced to the fucking machine that was owned by her mother, Shelley sat in her English class, listening to Miss Bascom. The teacher's parents had been misguided enough to name her "Prunella", after a wealthy aunt and, because of her dreadful name and because she was unmarried, most of the female students referred to her among themselves as "Old Pruneface", and thought of her as being an old maid. Actually, she was less than forty years old and was much more sexually active than they could possibly know. 

Just before the class ended, Miss Bascom approached Shelley, whom she thought of as her star pupil. "Shelley, would you mind stopping by my desk after class ends?" she asked.

"Yes Miss Bascom." Because she wanted peer acceptance, Shelley referred to the English teacher as "Old Pruneface" when she was with her friends but she actually liked and respected her. 

As she stood in front of the teacher's desk, Shelley wondered what was happening. She hoped it was about the scholarship she had applied for at the Ivy League university. A good word from Miss Bascom, which Shelley expected, would clinch it for her.

The teacher got right to the point. "Shelley, I understand you have a machine in your house that can give a woman a great orgasm."

Amazed and aghast that her English teacher knew about the fucking machine, Shelley tried to deny it. "Wh, what do you mean by that?"

"Don't be coy with me, Shelley. I have my sources and I know all about it."

The flustered student decided to make a concession. "I know my mother has a vibrator because I've seen her use it on sore muscles sometimes. I've heard it could be used for other things too but I don't know how."

"You're still being coy, Shelley. Now, stop it. You know as well as I do that I'm not referring to a vibrator. I mean the thing you and some other girls call 'the fucking machine' that your mother keeps locked in a closet." She then went on to describe the device, including the five dildos that could be attached.

Realizing that being coy wasn't working and denial would be pointless, Shelley tried another tactic. "Why are you asking me about something my mother might have, Miss Bascom?"

"Because I want to use it and I want you to take me to it. I get horny and need a good fucking just like anybody else."

Shelley was shocked, by the language and by the notion that the prim English teacher would have such thoughts. "Miss Bascom, I really don't want to talk about it."

"Do you want to talk about this then? We both know about your scholarship request. We also know that with my recommendation you will get it and without my recommendation, you will not get it. Unless you take me to your mother's machine and I use it and have the orgasm I need, you won't get the recommendation. Do I make myself clear?"

Shelley knew she had no real choice. She had to have that scholarship; the future she had planned for herself depended on it. It was certainly more important than the thirty dollars she and Bree had each gotten from two girls who had used the machine, and it wasn't as if anybody new would be finding out. Miss Bascom seemed to already know everything. She would have to go along with Old Pruneface whether she liked it or not.

"We'll have to go there when my mother is at work."

"How about tomorrow afternoon, right after lunch? I have no more classes for the rest of the day and I can give you a pass to let you out of whatever classes you have."

"Allright."

"Good. We eat lunch at the same time so right after that we can leave and I will drive us to your house. If everything goes right tomorrow, and I get off the way I need to, on Wednesday I will write you the best recommendation in the history of the known world. Both of us will, of course, keep out little escapade a secret. It will stay just between the two of us."

After the lunch period ended the next day, Shelley walked out to the teachers' parking lot with Miss Bascom. Instead of one of the tailored suits she usually wore, the English teacher was wearing a long dress but her brown hair was still pinned back in the bun that contributed to her reputation as an old maid. There was no conversation on the drive to the house shared by Shelley and her mother except for giving directions. Once in her mother's bedroom, she pointed out the closet that contained the machine. "It's locked inside there and I don't have a key." 

Prunella Bascom looked at the lock and took a bobby pin from her hair, one of many that held it in place. A few seconds later, the door was open. "Bring it out here and set it up," she told the student. Shelley removed the fucking machine from the pile of clothing that concealed it and set it on the floor. The third largest of the five dildos was protruding from the top of the machine because that was the one that Shelley's mother left there, and when the daughter used it, she always put it back the same way. 

After they spread newspapers under the device to shield the carpet from the juices that were expected to be produced by the pussies of the users, Shelley plugged it in. Miss Bascom inspected the dildo that was in place and asked "Is this the biggest? If I have my choice, I prefer a bigger cock than this."

"No, Miss Bascom," Shelley replied. "There are two that are bigger." She was learning more all the time about the English teacher, and her opinion of the woman as a real human being was rapidly improving.

"Shelley, we're away from class, and what we are doing here precludes formality. For now, call me Pruney. Let me see the next biggest one. I understand you and some of the other girls have given names to the dildos. What is the name of this one?"

Shelley opened the door in the back of the machine where the four other dildos were kept. "The one on the machine we call Josh and the next smaller is Eric. The big one on the end we call Jason and the one on the other end is Little Willie."

Pruney looked at the smallest of the dildos and laughed. "From what I hear, that's a good name for it. I think I know who Jason is named for too. What about the one next to Jason?"

"We haven't given that one a name yet."

"Well, it looks like about the right size for me. Let's call it Jeff."

"Is that named after Mr. McGinley?" Shelley was asking about a handsome Science teacher at the school.

"No. Jeff McGinley is about like Eric, maybe a little smaller. I'm sure you don't know the man I'm thinking about. Go ahead and put Jeff into place." As she gave directions, Pruney was removing the rest of the pins from her hair and slipping them into her purse. When they were all out, she shook out her hair and let it cascade over her shoulders. 

As the teacher took her hair down, Shelley was replacing Josh with Jeff on the fucking machine, being sure to include the hard rubber spur that would rub against the user's clit when the dildo plunged into her pussy. When she looked up from her task, she was amazed at the transformation in the rather plain woman.

"Miss Bas...er, Pruney, you're beautiful!" Shelley was right, allowing for exaggeration. With her hair down and her face smiling and relaxed, the English teacher was quite an attractive woman, even though she was wearing no makeup. 

"Thanks, Shelley but, like everything else that happens today, let's keep that between us too. Now, unzip my dress." As she turned around, she scuffed out of her shoes.

With the zipper down, Pruney took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it off over her head. She reached between her shoulder blades to unhook her bra and pulled it off to reveal a pair of creamy-white breasts that stood out as well as Shelley's much younger ones, and were bigger, with large, pink nipples that already jutted from the surrounding areolas. The surprises continued as the teacher rolled down her panty hose to reveal dark pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a heart. After pulling the hose off her feet, she turned around to show off her shapely ass and sexily plump belly.

"Are you surprised?" she asked. I would be willing to bet anything I look better than you might have guessed."

"Much better, Pruney. You are a really beautiful and sexy woman."

"And a horny one too. Now, let's get this show on the road." 

As Pruney crouched over the fucking machine and started to lower her pussy toward the dildo she had named Jeff, Shelley expressed concern. "Don't you think you have to get, er, prepared first?"

"I'm already prepared enough. I told you, I'm horny. My pussy has been wet all day from thinking about this and it has been absolutely dripping since I saw Jeff and started contemplating what he was about to do for me." As the tip of the dildo entered Pruney's pussy, Shelley saw what the teacher meant. Juices were actually dripping down the dildo, and they flowed more heavily when she stopped with about an inch of Jeff inside her pussy.

Slowly, Pruney raised and lowered herself, taking in more of the toy with every repetition until she was kneeling on the floor with the dildo deep inside her pussy. She was smiling and seemed to be quivering slightly as she said "This thing already feels terrific. Turn it on and let's see what it can do."

As always when it was first put to use, the fucking machine was set to THRUST, meaning it would thrust straight in and out of the user. Shelley set the dial to the slowest speed and turned it on. The machine began driving the dildo straight up into Pruney and drawing it back out. With every stroke, Jeff disappeared into her eager pussy.

"Mmmmm. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, that's good. That's really good. I'm going to like this." A minute later, she requested more speed, and Shelley turned the dial farther to the right.

"Ahhhh, oh, God, that feels great." Pruney leaned back and started fucking down to meet the thrusts of the dildo into her pussy. "Faster. Make it faster."

With the dildo thrusting at close to full speed into her pussy, Pruney was writhing on top of the machine and moaning in pleasure. Shelley noticed she was leaning back, so the spur that was intended to stimulate her clit was not making contact when the dildo plowed into her.

"If you lean forward, the spur there will really give it to your clit. That's the best part of all, when that thing hits you."

Pruney interrupted her loud exclamations of pleasure to answer. "I saw the spur, Shelley, and I know what it's for, but I'm in no hurry. I just want to enjoy a good, long fuck before cumming. What other tricks can this thing do?"

"I can make it oscillate. That means swing from side to side."

"I know what 'oscillate' means. That sounds like fun; let's give it a try."

Shelley adjusted the other dial, which was set right on thrust, and turned it toward the letters, "OSC". She couldn't see what was happening while the dildo was buried in the teacher, but she knew from her own experience it was swinging from side to side while plunging in, heavily massaging inside her pussy.

Pruney felt what it was doing and reacted accordingly. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she warbled. "That's even better. My God, I've never felt anything so good!" Her actions suited her words; her arms and upper body thrashed erratically while her pussy bounced up and down, meeting the thrusts of the dildo.

Her vocalizing matched her wild movements. "Fuck me Jeff! Fuck me hard! Fuck me good! Give me your big cock and make me cum. Yes! Yes! Like that." 

Although the English teacher had temporarily forgotten some of the rules of grammar, she hadn't forgotten about the spur fastened to the dildo. Pruney leaned forward so the hard rubber attachment was massaging her clit with every thrust of the dildo into her pussy.

"Faster! Fuck me faster!" she wailed. Shelley complied, turning the dial all the way so the fucking machine was at its fasted setting. She was concerned because it had never been used at such a high speed and she hoped it wouldn't burn out or otherwise stop working. 

The combination of the spur and the high-speed thrusts did what Pruney wanted. "Yes! Yes!" she cried. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Keep fucking me!" The sturdy machine did as it was bidden while its user was wildly bouncing and gyrating. Afraid she might fall off and hurt herself or damage the machine, Shelley was alert to catch her if that looked like it was about to happen.

With a tremendous spasm of her whole body, Pruney climaxed and slumped forward. Realizing immediately what had happened, Shelley quickly shut off the fucking machine, leaving the dildo buried all the way in the pussy that it had just served so well. Worried that her English teacher seemed to have suddenly become comatose, Shelley put a hand on one bare shoulder. "Are you allright?" she asked.

"Never better," Pruney said looking up with a big smile on her face. "This machine is really something. I have never cum so good – so well, not even that time in the principal's off... er, Shelley, that was a slip of the tongue. We'll have to keep that to ourselves too. I'm so weak. I'm going to have to rest a while and then you're going to have to help me up. 

Five minutes later, Shelley helped Pruney get to her feet and lie on the floor. There was a loud, wet slurrrp as her pussy was lifted from the dildo and a flood of juices cascaded onto the machine. That was not a problem because it would need to be cleaned off before being put away anyhow.

Fifteen minutes later, although still rather shaky, Prunella Bascom put her clothing back on and helped Shelley clean up. With Josh once more in place and the settings on the fucking machine where they had been at the start of the day, the popular device was re-buried under the pile of clothing in the closet. She was concerned about her mother arriving soon so Shelley refrained from treating herself to a session, although watching Pruney getting such a good fucking had gotten her panties wet. She decided to get Bree to cut classes the next day and come over and take turns on the machine again. 

Shelley walked Miss Bascom to the door and, just before leaving, the teacher impulsively hugged her and kissed her cheek. "That was great, Shelley, and I really appreciate it. I will see you in class tomorrow, and I know you are going to do just as well in the Ivy League as you have been doing in our school.

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The Fucking Machine Ch. 04



As Shelley strolled to her next class on Tuesday morning, she heard someone calling her name and saw Larry waving at her. They were acquainted; he sat next to her in their American History class, but she didn't really know him very well. Although handsome, Larry was president of the Gay Students' Association so Shelley had never given any thought to him as dating material and she was sure he had never thought of her either. She waited for him to see what he had to say. 

It wasn't anything about school that Larry wanted to talk about. "I hear you've got a mighty fine machine in your house."

"Where did you hear that?"

"Never mind where. Do you?"

"Why would you care? No offense, but it's for girls. If I had one, that is."

"So, the rumors were right. You do have a sex machine."

"I'm not admitting anything but why do you want to know?"

"I want it to fuck me."

Shelley was shocked at the idea. "It's just for girls!"

"Whatever it can do for your cunt it can do for my asspussy."

That thought was more than a little revolting to Shelley. She was aware of how gay men or boys sometimes had sex and she knew that some of the cocks that had been in her pussy or mouth may well have been in some guy's asshole a few weeks or even days earlier. That idea was so gross that she avoided thinking about it, almost like being in denial of it, and she wanted even less to think of her mother's machine being defiled by being used to fuck some guy's ass.

"No way! Girls only."

"Don't be so stingy. If your sensibilities are being offended, don't worry about it. I'll bring my own dildo. You can buy that kind of machine online but they cost an arm and a leg. All I could afford is the one dildo."

If he were to bring his own dildo, that would change things a little, although the idea still bothered her. She also wondered how Larry had found out so much about her mother's fucking machine. However, Shelley had always had a hard time denying anything to handsome men, even if they were gay. 

"You say you want to use my mother's sex machine. Without admitting such a thing even exists, what's in it for me? What if it's locked up so nobody can get at it?"

"I hear it's in a closet with a cheap lock. I can pick that easily. As for what's in it for you, you can cheat off me in the History final."

Shelley wondered if she was the only person in the world who couldn't pick the lock to her mother's closet. Larry was the best student in American History and if he let her cheat off him in the final, she could ace the exam. It probably wouldn't make a lot of difference, but a higher grade in that class could certainly help her get the scholarship she needed. 

"We'll have to go there when my mother's at work. What afternoon can you afford to cut classes?" After a short discussion, they agreed to meet after lunch in two days and go from school to the house Shelley shared with her mother. 

"But, don't you tell anybody, you hear?" Larry agreed to the requirement but Shelley couldn't help thinking that most of the school already knew about it.

On Thursday after lunch, Shelley rode with Larry in his car. Ever since his eighteenth birthday, he had been allowed to transport passengers, and he liked to take advantage of the increased privilege. Following her directions, he parked a little way up the street from the house she shared with her mother, and followed her through the front door and up the stairs to her mother's bedroom. 

"It's in there," she said, pointing to the closet door.

Larry set his backpack on the floor. He had a paper clip already bent into the necessary shape and he went to work with it. Seconds later, he pulled the closet door open and stepped aside. Shelley had watched what he did with the improvised tool but she still couldn't figure out how it worked. She went inside, removed the pile of laundry that concealed the fucking machine and brought it out to set on the bedroom. Once she had plugged it in, Shelley stepped back to let Larry look it over.

"That's the one I saw on the internet." He looked with some disdain on the dildo that was attached to the socket, the one that had been named Josh. "Is that the one you like? Doesn't look like much." 

From his backpack he took a tube of Aquaglide and a black dildo the size of the biggest one that came with the machine, the one Shelley and her friends had named Jason. "This is the size that I need to give my asspussy any fun."

Shelley removed Josh from the machine along with the clit spur. "I don't suppose you need this, do you?" she asked, showing the attachment to Larry.

"No," he replied, patting the thick shaft of his dildo. "This is what does it for my clit." 

Shelley didn't know what he meant because none of the cocks she had sucked or fucked had anything even remotely resembling her clit, but she didn't pursue the question. After noting the settings her mother had used last, she fastened Larry's dildo in place and turned the machine on. To demonstrate, it was set at the lowest speed and thrusting straight up and down. As she looked at the movements of the big, black dildo, she wondered what Jason, its pink duplicate, would feel like going in and out of her pussy. Eventually, she intended to find out, but not that day, although she could feel the juices stirring in her pussy as she thought about its big head and long, thick shaft.

"That should do quite nicely at first. Turn it off for now, though. Once I get started, you can increase the speed and set it to oscillate a little for me." Having no sexual interest in Shelley, Larry had no modesty toward her and he started undressing while she watched. He felt total nakedness was required to truly enjoy sex.

Shelley had never seen a naked gay man and she watched with interest, wanting to see if Larry's body was different from that of her boyfriends. She was somewhat disappointed that there was no real difference, except that his physique was one of the best she had ever seen. His shoulders were broad; his chest was deep and his abdomen was flat. Combined with his handsome face, Shelley thought it a shame that such a handsome hunk was being wasted on other guys. His cock, although flaccid, looked as if it would be quite impressive when erect and Shelley hoped she would have an opportunity to get some enjoyment from it. 

Once he was naked, Larry squeezed some of the Aquaglide onto his hands and coated the dildo with it. He still had some left on his fingers and he reached behind himself. Shelley wondered what he was doing until she realized he was also applying the lube to his ass. He would have no natural lubricant there, the way her pussy did so the Aquaglide was necessary. As his hands worked on his ass, Shelley saw his cock start to stiffen. She wondered how big and how hard it would get and whether or not he would be agreeable to her sucking him off. All the boys she knew would be eager to get their cocks in her, but she didn't know how a gay man would feel. 

"Okay. Let's see if this is as good as I've heard." Larry crouched above the dildo with both hands behind himself, apparently holding his ass open to allow the dildo to penetrate. 

Slowly he lowered his body until he stopped. Shelley couldn't see the head of the dildo, which was concealed by his balls and his semi-erect cock, but she knew it was close to Larry's ass, maybe even touching him. He leaned to one side and one hand reached all the way around, far enough that it could have been guiding the toy. His body twisted from side to side and, suddenly a look of serene pleasure crossed his handsome face.

"Oooo, that feels really good so far. Turn it on slow and set it to oscillate a little." 

As usual, when the fucking machine was turned off, the dildo was at its lowest point, with the base almost flush with the top of the motor housing. When Shelley turned it on, it moved slowly upward, while swinging slightly from side to side. Larry was almost stationary as the dildo penetrated him.

"Oh, my God!" he cried out. "That's it! Fuck my clit." 

Biology was not Shelley's best subject, but she was pretty sure that men didn't have a clit, even though Larry seemed to think otherwise. She put it out of her mind as being of no relevance.

"Faster," he demanded, between his moans of intense pleasure. 

Shelley increased the speed and watched as Larry leaned forward to enjoy it even more. His elbows were on his thighs and he fucked down hard, meeting the upward thrusts of the device, just like she and her friends did when the machine was pleasuring their pussies. She could see how big and stiff his cock had gotten, and hoped he wouldn't want to waste such a great erection by masturbating. What she hoped would happen was that she would get to take it into her mouth and suck him off, but his body was in the way too much just then.

The device was working perfectly and Larry seemed satisfied with the speed and other settings. Out of curiosity, Shelley walked behind his back and saw what she thought of as a strange sight. She could clearly see the big, black dildo surging in and out of his ass as he bent forward and moved his body to meet it. She had watched some of her friends straddling the device in a similar way, and had watched them fuck down to meet the upward thrusts of the dildos. The difference was that with them, she had seen their pink feminine rosebuds opening and closing with their movements. With Larry, all she saw was his buttocks clenching every time he raised his body. He seemed to be enjoying it just as much, though, and was uttering similar sounds of bliss. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he whimpered, expressing his pleasure as the dildo plunged in and out. "Faster! Harder!" Shelley hurried back to the controls and increased the speed, and watched the young man match the increase with his movements. 

"Yeah! That's it! Keep fucking me!" the young man cried out happily, his body writhing on the machine as it did exactly what he wanted. His body straightened up when he leaned back and, as his handsome cock bounced up and down, his right hand reached toward it.

This was the opportunity that Shelley had hoped for and she moved in quickly, reaching her goal before Larry's hand could. She enveloped his cock in her mouth, delighting in the way it felt as it slid between her lips and pressed up against the back of her throat. She was highly gratified when he didn't push her away as she had feared he might, but just placed his hands affectionately on her shoulders. 

He was balancing himself, not pushing or yanking her around. Shelley slowly drew back, reveling in the way his round hardness felt as it slipped out through her lips. When just the head was still in her mouth, she licked it all around, paying special attention to the slit on the end, before moving her face forward to engulf Larry's cock again. Her tongue remained busy, licking his shaft as it glided deep into her mouth until the tip once again pressed against the back of her throat. Over and over, Shelley's mouth caressed the big cock while Larry enthused about what a great time he was having with her and from the dildo that was plunging in and out of his ass.

Shelley was having a great time too; Larry had one of the best cocks she had ever had in her mouth. She relished the round hardness as it glided in and out between her lips and the way the smooth skin, stretched so tightly, felt as she caressed it with her tongue. Over and over, she sucked his cock, moving at her own speed with Larry allowing her to be in complete control.

It suddenly occurred to her that, as a gay man, he had probably sucked off even more guys than she had, and had been sucked off too. Shelley hated to have a man grab her head and presumed that anybody who liked giving head would feel the same. That would explain why he was letting her control things, because he knew how much she would hate to have him interfere with the way she was sucking his cock.

"Ooooh," Larry groaned and Shelley could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth and starting to jerk. She knew he was on the verge of cumming, and tightened her lips and sucked faster. Shelley liked to have the guy cum into her mouth so she could savor the taste and texture of his semen, and she positioned her tongue to catch it when he ejaculated. 

A great gob of the viscous fluid pumped into her mouth and she caught it and savored the taste before swallowing it. A second and third spurt filled her mouth, and she rolled it around with her tongue, enjoying everything about it before swallowing. No more cum squirted out but Shelley gently squeezed Larry's cock from its base to its head, her tongue being covered by everything that oozed out. After she savored and swallowed that treat, she licked all around the head and under the ridge of the softening cock. 

After Shelley was through licking off his cum Larry pulled his ass free of the dildo that had pleasured him so well. "That was great, some of the best I've ever had. I mean the machine and I mean you."

Shelley smiled at the compliment, which was appreciated even more, since it had come from somebody who had given and gotten as many blow jobs as Larry had. He wasn't through with his praise, though, and continued. 

"In the GSA, we take it as a matter of faith that men give better head than women. Usually that's true, but you were as good as any man I know of, and better than most. I'll study really hard for the History final and we'll both be able to ace it."

Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun as Larry and Shelley did. I like writing stories on this site but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them. That's why I always appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most other writers on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such comments help me to write more and better stories, and I respond to them whenever I can.



The Fucking Machine Party



Author's note:

This is the fourth story in the 'Audrey Chronicles.' As before, they are loosely coupled so it's not necessary to read them all if you don't want to spend the time. However, the ladies' sophisticated sex toys have some interesting qualities and it might be a little difficult to understand all of this story without reading at least a portion of the first in the series called "Birthday Surprise." If nothing else, read the italicized section that starts about half way down the first page. That will give you enough info about Audrey's birthday gift to follow what's happening in this story. 

*****

Audrey had been fretting about the first fucking machine party for quite some time. She had volunteered to host the first one because she had owned Rex, her android fucking machine, a couple of months longer than the girls had owned theirs.

The 'girls' were four friends, including Audrey, who had been together since the first grade. They went all through school together, often in the same classes, and then off to college as a group. Inseparable for over thirty years, they now lived within a mile of each other and got together several times each week. All had married men who liked one another so the four couples had been very close for many years. Audrey, the attorney, Nina the bank vice president, Melissa the stock broker, and Kendra the marketing executive made up the foursome.

Audrey had received her android as a birthday gift from her husband Eric and she was thrilled beyond measure with its performance. After only one weekend exploring its potential, Audrey invited her friends over to take the machine for a spin. The evening was a smashing success.

After watching several videos of Audrey's birthday night encounter with her android, the women took turns with the machine. Each episode was digitally recorded. Nina, Melissa, and Kendra each had two orgasms with only a few minutes of attention from the android and all three decided on the spot that they were going to acquire fucking machines of their own. Audrey, who originally had no intention of taking a turn, became so aroused watching the android fuck her friends that she changed her mind and took the final ride of the night, demonstrating use of the machine in the female-superior position, much to the delight of the other ladies.

Armed with video copies of their encounters with the android, Audrey's friends went off to entertain their husbands. Within a single day, all three households had fucking machines on order.

The idea for some sort of group sex encounter involving their husbands and the androids had originated with Nina, the most impulsive and least inhibited of the group. After much discussion, Audrey suggested they keep it simple by having the women take turns hosting a party in their homes using their own androids. Her approach was adopted and the girls turned their attention to the problem of convincing their husbands to cooperate.

Recognizing that it would be difficult to convince the men that group participation was a good idea, the women decided to show their husbands a composite version of the videos that featured each wife's session with Audrey's fucking machine.

The men reacted in a highly predictable fashion. When shown the video, each husband was aroused, fascinated and appalled. Aroused and fascinated watching the machine fuck three woman he had known for years but had never seen naked, and then appalled when he realized that his buddies had watched his wife being expertly fucked by the android.

After a fit of temper, Eric settled down and finally agreed to discuss the fucking machine party idea with his friends. Reluctant agreement among the guys was eventually reached, particularly from those who got a first-round bye. Audrey and Eric would be first out of the gate.

***

By volunteering for the first party, Audrey had gone out on a limb more than just a little bit. Having no real idea about how to proceed, she announced to the girls that she would let everyone know when she had figured everything out.

Now all she had to do was get her act together. The success or failure of the whole idea rested on her shoulders. She soon realized that she needed to do something unusual, something dramatic, to ensure the first gathering met everyone's expectations. Eventually, Audrey began to have serious second thoughts about the venue they'd chosen.

After several days of scratching her head, she finally hit on a solution. It would certainly be unusual, dramatic, and completely unexpected by everyone involved.

"I rented a theater," announced Audrey as she and Eric were finishing their evening meal."

"A movie theater?" asked a very curious Eric.

"No. You know that tiny little community theater on the street behind our condo complex?"

"Sure, the one that has been boarded up for a year or so."

"That's the one. I had to pay the back taxes, which weren't all that much, and then got a six month lease for a dollar with an option to buy at the end of the lease."

"How did you manage to get such a sweet deal?"

"The owner was in hot water with the city for the taxes and was anxious to get out from under. Doing occasional legal work for the city didn't hurt my cause so we were able to put the deal together quickly. Everyone was happy. The city got paid, the owner is in the clear, and I have what I want."

"Well, good for you," Eric said with a grin. "Now, why a theater?"

"I decided that neutral ground is better. Except for that night when I introduced the girls to Rex, the only sex that has ever occurred in our bedroom has been between you and me. I'd like to keep it that way. I don't want to turn it into a porn studio again, unless of course it's just you and me making the porn," Audrey said with a wink.

"I agree. I've been a little uneasy about having it here since the beginning. Do the girls know about the theater yet?

"We're going to lunch tomorrow and I'll show it to them when we're finished."

"When can I see it?"

"How about right now? Let's clear the dishes and go."

Ten minutes later Audrey turned her key in the lock and switched on the lights in the tiny vestibule of the building. Two curtain-draped doorways led into the theater itself, one on the left and one on the right, each flanked by a small restroom. Taking Eric's hand, she led him to an entrance, pulled the curtain aside, and gestured for him to enter.

"This is smaller than I expected. I'll bet it can't handle more than thirty or forty people," commented Eric as he surveyed the small seating area.

"Thirty-six to be exact. Four rows of nine seats each. Pretty cozy, and there's not a bad seat in the house. I'm going to have the first row of seats replaced by three loveseats. The other rows will remain as they are for now."

The little theater had an interesting configuration. The stage, elevated no more than a foot above the floor, was slightly rounded in the front. At its deepest point in the center, only about three feet of the stage surface was visible in front of the heavy red velvet curtain, barely providing enough room for a master of ceremonies or announcer should there be need for one. Near the edges of the stage, no more than a foot of the surface was exposed. The stadium-style seats were elevated enough so that all spectators looked down onto the stage. Spectators in the first row loveseats would be only about fifteen feet from the center of any performance.

"What, no orchestra pit? No balcony?" Eric asked with a grin as he looked about the room.

"If we need an orchestra, you can play the kazoo," Audrey replied, poking her husband in the ribs.

"At least there's a wet bar," he said, pointing at the small bar to the left of the stage. An equally small sideboard occupied a similar space to the right side of the stage.

"Stay put a second," ordered Audrey as she stepped up onto the stage and disappeared behind the curtain. Moments later, the curtain opened silently on well-lubricated rollers.

A secondary curtain across the back of the stage defined the performance area, which appeared to be twenty feet or so in width and about the same in depth. Sudden illumination highlighted the stage from overhead as Audrey activated the lighting controls from somewhere back stage.

Stepping out from behind the secondary curtain, she beckoned Eric to join her and then took him by the hand once again.

Back stage was roomier than Eric expected. Curtain and lighting controls took up a small three sided booth to the left. A small dressing room with a lavatory and shower was on the right. The remainder was filled with a large selection of stage props, consisting mostly of furniture and movable wall sections, all on small rollers to facilitate rapid scene changes. Decorating accessories occupied every available flat surface.

"I'm impressed!" Eric exclaimed.

"You should be. Almost everything we might need is already here. There is even a king-sized bed. And there is another entrance in back so the androids can be brought inside without being seen. 

"Have you decided yet what your performance is going to be?" he asked, knowing she had been pretty secretive up to this point.

"I'm going to do a rape scene." A few weeks earlier, Eric had programmed one of Rex's owner-defined modes to rape Audrey in their living room after she had spent a frustrating day in court. She loved it. Since then she had been raped several times by the android, deriving great pleasure from each encounter.

"By the way, I need you to make some changes. I want state-of-the-art audio equipment and a large flat screen monitor installed in the corners at either side of the stage. Angle them down so they face the loveseats. I'm sure we'll be using cameras to highlight whatever is happening on the stage. Set everything up so any camera can be routed to either monitor from the control booth."

"It'll look like a sports bar out there," Eric said, laughing at the thought.

"You're right, but I promise you the audience will appreciate it. Also, you'd better install a couple of small monitors in the control booth so the occupant can see what the audience is seeing on the big screens."

"This theater is really cool, but it seems like overkill for an encounter that will last about fifteen minutes or so with a rape scene even if you drag it out. I don't think Rex has ever taken more than ten minutes to rape you, even when you resist."

Audrey looked at her husband for a long moment.

"I hadn't thought of that," she answered. "You'll have to program Rex to continue to fuck me in some creative way for several minutes after the rape to make the show last longer. I won't mind the extra orgasms. But you have an interesting point. Maybe I'll suggest to the girls that we each do a scene with our own androids on opening night."

"How do you think they'll react to that? Eric asked, "The guys have been pretty laid back thinking they have a long time before they're put on the spot."

"Nina and Kendra will probably sign up immediately. As you might expect, Melissa will object but then fall in line." Melissa had always been the most cautious member of the group.

"With four performances, the entire evening should last a couple of hours, allowing for intermissions and scene changes," Eric said. "Probably just the right amount of time.

"Can you guys handle two hours watching each other's wives being fucked senseless by extremely handsome and sexually capable androids?" Audrey asked with a wicked grin.

I think we can handle it, but you girls can count on getting your brains fucked out again when we get home," Eric answered with a grin of his own.

"If we do it right, we won't have any brains left after our performances," Audrey replied, smiling brightly. "I'm going to propose to the girls that we make a night of it. I think they'll go along. By the time you get the electronics installed, they'll be comfortable enough with the idea and will have gained a lot more experience with their machines. Have you shared any programming info with the guys?"

"A little, but I'm keeping the best stuff to myself. They have the same owner's manual we have and I told them about the internet forum so it's mostly up to them to get smart about the programming. They are pretty sharp guys so they'll catch up fast. It'll be interesting to see what they come up with."

"Well, the girls are pretty creative, particularly Nina, so if the guys can handle the programming, we'll see some interesting scenarios. In fact, I'm getting a little worked up just thinking about the possibilities. I suggest that we go home and practice some scenarios of our own."

"With Rex or without him?"

"Just you and me tonight. Are you up for it?" Audrey asked with a smile, pointing at his crotch.

"I will be," answered Eric, grinning from ear to ear.

"Good. I haven't had an orgasm all day."

***

"Look at this place!" exclaimed Nina. "It's fabulous! But why did you rent it?"

"This is where we're going to have our fucking machine parties," said Audrey, receiving stunned silence for a few moments in return. Then everyone began talking at once.

"What a great idea!" squealed Kendra. "We'll have our own little porno palace."

"I'm not so sure," offered Melissa.

"What are you talking about Melissa? This is so much better than trying to cram everyone into our bedrooms at home," countered Nina.

"I have more to show you," announced Audrey as she led them back stage.

"Oh, this just keeps getting better and better!" exclaimed Nina when she spotted the stage props. "Look at all this stuff."

The women spent the next half hour carefully examining the props. Even Melissa warmed to the idea after a few minutes. Audrey could almost see the wheels turning in their heads as they began to visualize performances in the little theater. Nina kept walking back and forth between the stage and the props, probably forming a scenario in her head. Kendra kept smiling to herself. When Melissa started looking pensive, Audrey knew she was on board.

"I have a suggestion," Audrey announced. "How would you all feel about doing a complete show on opening night?"

"What do you mean?" asked the ever-cautious Melissa.

"Instead of me doing just the one scenario and then calling it a night, let's each do one. Anything I do with Rex will be over in less than a half hour. Maybe much less. If we all do a performance, the evening will last a couple of hours or so, including time for scene changes. It would be a four-act play."

"Count me out!" Melissa declared. "I was supposed to host the last party."

"You can still go last," Nina said, grinning. "I think it's a great idea. We'll all be working up to the evening at the same time rather than holding back while all the pressure is on Audrey."

"Count me in," said Kendra, "but David and I will need a little extra time to get ready. Can we hold off on opening night for a couple of weeks?"

"Sure," Audrey answered, "there is some work I want Eric to do. I'll have keys made for each of you so you can practice putting your props in place on the stage after you figure out what your performances are going to be. When you're ready to go, let me know and we'll pick a date for opening night."

"What's your performance going to be?" asked Nina.

"None of your business," answered Audrey with a smile. "I'm keeping it a secret. You should keep yours a secret too."

"I was planning on it," said Nina, "as soon as I decide what I'm going to do."

"Me too," said Kendra.

"Melissa?" asked Audrey with raised eyebrows.

"I don't have a clue, but I guess I'll go along with the rest of you."

"Okay then, since we're all keeping things secret, we need to let each other know when we plan to be working in the theater so we can keep our stage scenes private until opening night."

All the women were nodding their heads as Nina made the last suggestion of the afternoon.

"Let's go find some wine."

***

The next few weeks saw a flurry of activity in the theater. Eric made several camera installations. Having already learned to appreciate the unique perspective provided by a similarly placed camera at home, the first went into the headboard of the king-sized bed. Another was installed on a bar of stage lighting directly over the center of the stage. Three others were installed in accent pieces that would fit nicely into a variety of stage configurations. Several more were held in reserve for creative applications that might be needed as scenarios were developed.

The large flat screen monitors and sound system were installed as Audrey had requested. All the electronic equipment had been wired into the backstage booth where everything could be monitored and controlled. A hand-held remote was available to control the curtain and make basic lighting changes from outside the booth if needed.

The other husbands were also pressed into service by their wives. Much effort was expended keeping each couple's opening night preparations a secret, which turned out to be a monumental task among four women who had rarely kept any secrets from each other over the past thirty years. All four had to be constantly on guard so they wouldn't inadvertently blurt out details of the scenarios they had planned. As time progressed, sheet-covered piles of stage props began to appear in the backstage storage area as each couple accumulated the items to be used in their set design. The women could hardly contain themselves. All of them were dying to peek under each other's sheets.

One by one, the women announced that they were ready for opening night. As expected, Melissa was the last to report. When she finally told her friends that she was ready, the ladies met over lunch to establish the date and iron out a few details.

"I think we should do it on a Saturday night," Nina offered. Audrey, Kendra, and Melissa nodded in agreement.

"We need to make sure our androids are set to respond only to our voices. They all answer to 'Rex' and we don't want someone to start giving commands and have four fucking machines spring into action at once," Kendra said, drawing laughter from the other three women as they all formed the same mental picture.

"My performance will be completely programmed into my android. I have a small speaking part, but other than that I hope the only sounds anyone hears from me will be screams of orgasmic ecstasy," said Nina with a grin, causing all the women to laugh.

"Mine too," said Audrey. "I'll have a script, but no verbal commands will be involved."

"I haven't decided yet," Kendra said.

"I'm not telling you guys anything," Melissa announced, producing more laughter.

"Let's choose a date," encouraged Nina.

"Why wait. Let's do it next Saturday night," suggested Audrey. "Let's gather at the theater at five, have some wine and light hors d'oeuvres, and then I'll start my performance at six o'clock or so."

All the women concurred. Opening night was only days away.

***

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Aren't you a little nervous," Eric asked as they arrived at the theater a few minutes ahead of the other girls and their husbands. Rex sat motionless in the back seat of the car.

"I'm a wreck," Audrey declared, her voice shaking. "Up until this morning, this whole thing seemed like an academic exercise. Now reality is setting in. I was able to deal with the knowledge that the other guys have seen the video of me with Rex. But a video is one thing and a live performance in front of them is scaring me to death."

"We can call the whole thing off if you like," offered Eric as they entered the theater, leaving the android in the car.

"No we can't. I shot my mouth off and volunteered to go first. Now I have to go through with it," Audrey answered as she stared at the small stage just a few feet away.




The Fucking Machine Party



"No you don't. I can greet everyone at the door and tell them the deal is off. The girls will probably be relieved."

"No. It's just stage fright. I'll calm down when everyone gets here and we drink a glass of wine or two. If any of the girls show any indication they want to pull out, we can reconsider," Audrey declared.

"Well, for what it's worth, we carefully choreographed everything and you have practiced your performance several times. It's going to be sexy as hell. The programming is spot on and the stage props are perfect. There aren't very many lines for you to remember. If you forget any of them, no one will notice. Actions really speak louder than words in your scenario," Eric said as he put his arm around his wife.

Audrey ran out of time to fret because Nina and Rob walked in the door seconds later.

"I am soooo excited!" exclaimed Nina as she gave Audrey a quick hug. "Is the wine open yet?"

"I'll open some now," said Eric, motioning Rob to join him at the wet bar.

"Nina doesn't seem very nervous," Eric said, "but Audrey's a basket case."

"So is Nina," answered Rob, "but she's determined not to let it show. I suggested that we opt out if it was too much for her and she practically bit my head off. "

Before Eric could respond, the door opened and Kendra and David entered the theater, followed close behind by Melissa and Marc. The men headed straight for the bar and the four gorgeous women gathered on the opposite side of the room. Audrey made a wine-sipping gesture with her hand. The guys quickly delivered glasses of a nice crisp chardonnay to their wives and then retreated back to the bar.

"I didn't think Kendra was going to make it through the day," declared David. "I thought she was going to have a stroke."

"Audrey's been the same way."

"Nina too."

"Melissa has been ready to faint for hours."

"There is some sort of girl-thing going on," Eric declared. "The four of them have always been thick as thieves but very competitive since they were kids. They're each afraid of making a mess of things tonight and they're reacting to the pressure. Let's try to get a little food into them. Audrey just signaled for more wine. If we're not careful, we'll have four drunks on our hands."

The women had already set out a nice selection of finger food on the sideboard but none of them had touched a bite. Finally, with a little encouragement from their husbands they seemed to relax a little and began to enjoy the food, the wine, and the conversation. Time passed quickly.

Eric stayed close to Audrey throughout, knowing she needed his support. Stoking the small of her back, he leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips.

Looking up into his eyes, Audrey let out an audible sigh and then set her wine glass aside.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll excuse Eric and me, we have a few preparations to make." 

Instantly, the little theater went silent. After a moment or two, Melissa rose up on her tiptoes and gave her friend a kiss on the cheek. Nina squeezed her hand and Kendra gave her a hug.

There was no longer any reason to delay. Eric escorted Audrey back stage and went to retrieve Rex. On the other side of the curtain, the three remaining couples took their places on the newly installed loveseats and began talking quietly among themselves. 

The fucking machine party was underway. 

Audrey:

Back stage, Eric began moving the props into position. Three sections of movable wall formed two sides and the back of an office, appropriate for Audrey the attorney. The left hand wall had a single doorway. A large leather couch, flanked by two end tables, was placed against the back wall. Each end table held a lamp with an ornate wooden base. A desk and chair were positioned to the right of center stage near the wall. A basket for paperwork sat on the desktop. A credenza was against the wall behind the desk.

Eric had placed two cameras in the stage setting, both in the bases of the lamps, pointing toward each other from opposite ends of the couch. 

Just as Eric completed arranging the set and adjusting the overhead lighting, Audrey emerged from the dressing room.

"I'm ready," she announced, all trace of nervousness gone.

"You look pretty calm, but are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"I am calm and I'm sure. I guess I have a streak of exhibitionism that I didn't know about before now. I'm actually looking forward to this and I'm already a little wet."

"Then I guess there's no point in waiting," Eric declared as he gave his wife a kiss. "Break a leg."

Audrey gave her husband a bright smile and positioned herself just outside the office door, ready to make her entrance when Eric drew the curtain.

Moments later the heavy curtain was drawn aside and the law office was on display for the six people in the audience, all of whom were jittery with anticipation. All three couples were holding hands and sitting bolt upright in the center of their respective loveseats.

After giving her friends a few seconds to take in the scene, Audrey opened the door, stepped into the room, and pulled the door closed behind her. Immediately her friends broke into spontaneous applause. Audrey ignored them.

Audrey was dressed just as she would be for a normal workday. A conservative dark blue jacket with a matching skirt that ended just above her knees and a snow white blouse made up the bulk of her outfit. Equally conservative high heels and a single strand of pearls completed her ensemble.

Without a glance toward the audience, Audrey walked purposefully over to the desk, removed her jacket and laid it neatly on top of the credenza. Taking her seat behind the desk, she kicked off her shoes, a common practice when working alone in her office late at night.

Audrey retrieved a piece of paper from the basket and, for the next minute or so, made margin notes, looking for all the world like the diligent attorney she was in real life. The audience held its collective breath, silently waiting to see what would happen next.

A loud knock at the door startled everyone but Audrey.

"Come in," she called. 

The night janitor entered the room with his cleaning cart.

She looked up briefly, gave him a welcoming smile, and went back to her paperwork as he began his cleaning routine.

After a couple of minutes, Audrey arose from her chair, turned to the credenza, and bent over to open one of the doors, giving the janitor a perfect view of her splendid ass and beautiful legs as she searched through the contents of the cabinet.

Apparently, Audrey's pose was more than the janitor could stand. Within seconds he had slipped out of his coveralls, kicked off his shoes, and was standing naked with his size-three cock fully erect when Audrey turned back to her desk with a file folder in one hand.

"What are you doing? What's gotten into you?" Audrey shrieked. Muted exclamations from the women in the audience signaled their surprise and appreciation. The men remained silent, transfixed by the scene unfolding before them.

The janitor took a step toward her and Audrey realized she was in deep trouble. They were the only two people in the building, so yelling for help would be a waste of time. Her only hope was to outmaneuver him and escape through the office door. His nakedness revealed a heavily muscled physique and Audrey knew she would be unable to fight him off if he got his hands on her.

"Oh, please. Please don't," she moaned as he advanced another step.

With a sudden lunge, the janitor reached across the desk and grasped a handful of Audrey's blouse, catching the string of pearls at the same time. Reflexively, Audrey recoiled and the blouse and necklace were torn completely from her body. The sound of buttons and pearls bouncing across the floor of the stage was plainly audible in the small theater. Before she could react, a second lunge ripped her bra away.

Audrey had hired a seamstress to dismantle her entire outfit seam by seam and then sew it up again using very tiny, evenly spaced, delicate stitches. The intent was to make her clothing look normal but yield instantly to moderate force. Buttons were fastened with a single loop. Her fake pearls were strung on one delicate thread. Everything worked exactly as she intended.

Still keeping the desk between her and the naked janitor, Audrey feinted to the right, then the left, and then right again before she darted toward the door. She wasn't fast enough. He reached the doorway first, forcing her to retreat back behind the desk. But not before he succeeded in grabbing the waistband of her skirt and ripping the garment free. Audrey's attire was suddenly reduced to a pair of lacy red panties.

"Stop it! What's wrong with you?" she yelled, breathing heavily from her escape attempt, her perfect breasts rising and falling provocatively. The janitor remained silent but intently focused on his prey.

Audrey knew she was heavily disadvantaged but decided to make a last desperate attempt to get past her attacker and out the door. Once again, after feinting several times, she sprinted toward the door and the relative safety it promised. She almost made it.

Backstage, Eric energized the cameras installed in the lamp bases and routed their output to the two large video screens.

The janitor caught Audrey only a foot or so shy of her goal, swept her off her feet, and threw her down onto the leather couch.

Pinning her down with one hand pressed to her chest, he tore away the flimsy panties and flung them aside. With incredible quickness, he forced her legs apart and positioned himself between her thighs. Seconds later, he thrust his stiff cock sharply into her pussy.

The six people in the audience reacted immediately, sharp cries of aroused approval from the women and lower-pitched rumbles of excitement from the men.

"Oh God!" Audrey cried as she felt the exquisite pleasure-pain of the invading cock forcing its way into her.

"Oh!...Oh!...Oh!" she moaned loudly as her rapist began to fuck her with heavy, rapid strokes and his penile vibrations began.

Eric, watching the action back stage on the video monitors, developed an immediate erection, the same reaction he always got when the android forcefully entered his wife. Under normal circumstances, he would wait for the fucking machine to bring her to orgasm a time or two, give the 'Back Off' command, and then finish the job, fucking her himself until they were both exhausted. Tonight he was reduced solely to the role of spectator.

Audrey's moans, murmurs, and cries were filling the little theater as her arousal quickly spiraled upward. All eyes in the audience were fixed on the screen displaying the view from the camera in the lamp base near her head. It provided the perfect perspective for the activity taking place on the leather couch. The camera clearly showed Audrey's nipples bouncing in syncopation with the android's thrusting hips. Her widely spread legs perfectly framed the pounding cock as it disappeared into her pussy and reappeared again at an impressive two strokes per second, a speed that the android could sustain for well over an hour before his batteries were depleted. Everyone in the audience knew that that the fucking machine could increase speed in two more increments if programmed to do so.

Completely transfixed, the three couples seated in the audience watched Audrey grasp the android by the biceps and begin to rock her hips upward to meet each thrust. Less than five minutes after the janitor first entered her, Audrey came in a rush, her cries of release stunning every observer, including her husband back stage.

"Oh my!" whispered a female voice from the audience. "Look! His cock is getting bigger!"

The android was indeed slowly increasing the size of his cock. By the time the size-four cock was achieved, Audrey was well on her way to another orgasm. The observers, all intimately familiar with the fucking machine's ability to change the size of its cock, were nonetheless enthralled watching it happen before their eyes on the small stage. Nina, Kendra, and Melissa had all experimented with that size cock on several occasions and found it extremely pleasurable once they overcame their initial apprehension.

The relentless pounding of the huge cock very quickly brought Audrey to the brink. Counterthrusting wildly against the janitor's surging hips, the sounds of flesh impacting flesh became distinctly audible over her cries of unbridled pleasure.

With a shriek, Audrey went over the edge and the android immediately slowed its pace to a relatively sedate single stroke per second, eased the impact of its body against hers, and stopped the penile vibrations. Audrey's dancing nipples slowed their movement to match the slower tempo and her cries dropped back to soft murmurs and moans. She had asked Eric to insert this slowdown into the programming so her body could rest before the finale.

The machine had collected hundreds of thousands of biometric data points over the past few months and now had such an accurate profile of Audrey's sexual response that it was able to hold her arousal at a consistently orgasmic level for lengthy periods of time. She knew from their rehearsals that she had a couple of minutes before the final episode in her performance pushed her into a zone that would leave her nearly unconscious at the end. Still tightly grasping the janitor's upper arms, she stopped counterthrusting and opened her legs wider to allow the cameras to fully capture what was about to happen next.

"Oh, Audrey! No!" whispered Melissa loudly, the first to notice the transformation taking place on the screen. Suddenly everyone was watching in fascination as the slowly thrusting cock began to expand once more. A jumble of male and female murmurs and exclamations acknowledged what was happening to their friend and signaled everyone's increasing arousal at the sight.

Audrey remained motionless and silent during the thirty-second transition, reveling in the effect she was having on her girlfriends and their husbands, knowing there were four very stiff human cocks in the theater, and enjoying the sensation of the growing synthetic cock stretching her pussy nearly to its physical limits. To the best of her knowledge, she was the first to try the size-five cock, fully eight inches long and just shy of three inches in diameter.

The fucking machine, reading her biometric data and sensing her increasing arousal, restarted the vibrations but maintained its gentle thrusting as the programming dictated.

"Oh...Oh" cried Audrey in response to the energetic vibrations.

A few seconds passed before Audrey signaled she was ready for more by starting to move her hips, matching the androids thrusts. Programmed to wait for this point in her performance, the android immediately doubled his thrusting speed. The finale was underway.

Audrey's arousal ramped up quickly. Sensing she was ready, the janitor increased his thrusting speed to an incredible three strokes per second and intensified the impact of his hips against the back of her thighs, his titanium balls striking heavily against her ass. Once again, the sound of flesh striking flesh filled the theater, competing with Audrey's now continuous cries of pleasure as the monster cock hammered into her pussy with astonishing force.

No longer aware of her surroundings, Audrey surrendered to the sensations of the incredible pounding and entered the continuous orgasmic state she had experienced a few times in the past. Orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. Primal cries and wails of unbelievable pleasure dominated the theater's sound system as she threw her mane of gorgeous red hair violently from side to side and clawed at the android's shoulders.

Backstage, Eric watched intently, still trying to ignore his own rock-hard erection. He and Audrey had choreographed this part very carefully to ensure that she would not be injured. Extra androidal lubrication had been inserted into the program and they had decided to limit the high speed fucking to only three minutes; ample time for her to have a series of orgasms and plenty of time to mesmerize her audience, all of whom were certain to be nearing orgasm themselves.

At the precise moment called for in the program, the janitor forcefully ejaculated into Audrey, flooding her pussy and launching her into the abyss for her final mind-blowing orgasm of the performance.

The fucking machine immediately stopped its penile vibrations and dropped back in speed while slowly reducing the size of its cock, allowing Audrey to come back down gently. After a couple of minutes of easy stroking, the android withdrew his dripping instrument, gathered his clothing, retrieved the cleaning cart, and left through the office door.

Audrey lay motionless except for her heaving breasts as she struggled to regain control of her breathing. The screens flanking the stage revealed a woman who had, as predicted, just been fucked senseless. Androidal cum was oozing out of her still-dilated pussy. The insides of her widely splayed thighs glistened with lubrication. A light sheen of perspiration sparkled on her chest and dampened her flaming red hair. A bright flush highlighted her lovely breasts, their nipples still extended.

After allowing the audience to examine Audrey's expertly fucked body for a minute or so, Eric dimmed the lights on the stage and closed the heavy velvet curtain.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Audrey's friends jumped to their feet applauding wildly in acknowledgement of the incredible performance they had just witnessed.

Moments later, Eric stepped through the curtain, one hand in his pocket in a mostly unsuccessful attempt to conceal his erection, and announced a short intermission while he dismantled the stage set and helped Audrey recover. Noting that Rob, David, and Marc were also trying to hide their erections and their wives were visibly aroused, he encouraged them to enjoy a glass of wine. He and Audrey would join them soon.

A few minutes later, Eric led a fully dressed but still wobbly Audrey from the stage and guided her to a seat. Gratefully, she accepted a glass of wine from Nina as the girls gathered around their recently ravaged friend.

"That was fucking incredible!" exclaimed Kendra, drawing giggles from the other women.

"I never would have thought of a rape scene," said Nina. "I had no idea that the machines were so quick, so strong, or so agile."

"How did you keep all that a secret for so long?" Melissa asked. "Marc never said anything about a rape scenario, so Eric didn't give that programming tip to the guys. And you certainly never let on. But, now we all know about it," she continued with a smile, "so you both have to share everything."

"I want to know about that huge cock. I haven't had the courage to try it yet," announced Kendra.

"It's easier than you think, but it is intimidating as hell the first time," Audrey replied as she took another sip of wine. "The transition is slow enough to avoid pain but you certainly get the feeling of being completely filled up. Melissa, you are so tiny you might not be able to handle it."

"Not so fast counselor," Melissa replied with a grin, "I found the size-four cock surprisingly easy to accommodate and very arousing."

"I've done it a couple of times and Audrey's right; it's a little frightening at first but turns out to be quite an experience," said Nina.

Across the room, the men, erections at least partially abated, were much quieter.

"Guys, it's okay," said Eric. You can look me in the eye. By the time the evening is over, we'll all be in the same boat."

"I know," Marc responded, "I'm just having a little trouble wrapping my head around what happened."

"The women sure seem to be taking it all in stride. All their nervousness seems to have gone away," Rob observed. "Audrey sure did break the ice. Nina is up next and she's completely calm."




The Fucking Machine Party



"Well, don't forget they have a sexual history together that goes back at least fifteen years," commented David. "All they've had to come to grips with is us watching them perform."

"One more thing Eric," Marc announced, "You have to share the rape programming info. Melissa kept asking me why I didn't know about it when she wasn't shocked into silence by Audrey's performance."

"I'll give all of you the internet links. They were buried in that forum I told you about. I stumbled onto them by accident. I've learned a lot about rape programming. I'll teach you what I know whenever you like."

A call from across the room got the men's attention.

"Rob, we're up," announced Nina. "Let's go. It's time for Act II."

Rob and Nina went back stage and the remaining couples took their seats. Now fully recovered, Audrey was alert with anticipation. Everyone chatted quietly as back stage noises announced a new set being put in place. A few minutes later, lighting in the seating area dimmed to near darkness and everyone turned their attention to the stage and its closed curtain.

Nina:

Moments later the curtain was drawn to reveal a set that was cleverly designed to look like a dungeon. The walls were draped with fabric that had been dyed to resemble water stains. There was a single arched portal to the left. A variety of whips, chains, restraints and devices of an unknown nature hung from hooks on the walls. A heavy wooden beam supported by two vertical posts was located about eight feet above the stage floor near the portal. A strange looking structure occupied the center of the stage facing the audience.

The device looked like a cross between a dental chair and gynecologist's examining table. An occupant would be almost fully reclined. A headrest of sorts rose from the back. Each side had an armrest and a leg rest. The leg rests were widely spaced to leave an open area in between. Leather straps dangled from multiple attachment points around the device.

Just as the audience began to understand the purpose of the odd looking chair, there was some commotion offstage to the left. Moments later, a masked guard appeared in the doorway pulling a resistant Nina into the room with a rope that held her wrists bound together. She was barefoot and blindfolded. A tattered brown mid-thigh frock appeared to be her only garment. A line of buttons was intended to hold it together in the front, but fully half were missing and a generous amount of cleavage was clearly visible.

"That's Rob playing the guard!" announced Kendra in a loud whisper.

"Shhhhh," responded Audrey and Melissa simultaneously. "We know."

Leading her roughly under the wooden beam, the guard flipped his end of Nina's restraining rope over top of the beam, pulled her arms upward until she was balanced on the balls of her feet, and secured the line to a cleat on one of the posts.

"Cut me loose!" demanded Nina. "I have committed no crime!"

Ignoring her command, the guard slowly circled the structure that held her suspended, openly admiring her body as she struggled in vain against her bonds. Pausing in front of her, he grasped the front of her frock and ripped it open to reveal the beautiful body that had been just barely concealed by the garment.

"No! Please!" she cried as she lashed out with one foot, trying to kick her tormentor. "Stop! Let me go!"

The masked guard nimbly sidestepped her attempt, moved out of range, and drew an evil looking knife from a scabbard at his belt.

Waving the knife ominously in front of Nina for the benefit of the audience, he stepped in close to her body, touched the blade to her neck as a warning, and then began to cut away the remainder of the dress. Fearful of the knife she could feel but not see, Nina stopped struggling.

Within seconds, the last of her garment had been cut away. Nina was now completely naked except for her blindfold, her splendid body on display for all to admire.

Once again holding the blade against her throat, the guard reached out to fondle her breasts with his free hand.

"Please don't! Please..." came Nina's anguished plea.

Surprisingly, the guard stopped touching her. Reaching up suddenly, he slashed the rope just above Nina's hands, cutting her loose. Before she could react, he grasped her by the arms and propelled her over to the ominous looking chair. Flinging her into position, he stepped between her flailing legs and quickly fastened the first restraint across her stomach. Within seconds he constrained one leg and then the other while Nina made futile attempts to fight back with her securely bound hands. No match for her attacker, she was soon strapped firmly into place in the medieval looking device.

Now that he had her under control, the guard freed her hands, added more straps to constrain her arms, removed her blindfold, and then stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Nina was now completely immobilized. Several straps held each arm in place on the rests designed for them. Two wide leather belts immobilized her midsection. A strap across her forehead prevented all head movement. Each widely splayed leg was securely strapped down onto its rest, her knees elevated and held back in line with her waist. The only movement she could manage was to wiggle her fingers and toes.

Fully understanding the purpose of the chair and the hopelessness of her situation, Nina began to plead once more.

"Please don't do this to me! I've done nothing wrong. Let me go. Please...Please."

"Silence!" growled Rob and the audience leaned forward in their seats.

Standing to one side so that Nina's exposed body was clearly visible, Rob withdrew a sheet of paper from inside his shirt.

"You have been found guilty of having impure thoughts," intoned Rob in an official-sounding voice, earning chuckles from the audience. "Your punishment has been determined by the Bishop. You are to be fucked by the prison android until the Bishop decides that you have properly atoned for your sins. You will be held in a pre-orgasmic state and will not be allowed to reach a climax unless the Bishop chooses to be merciful. So orders the Court."

"Oh God...Oh God," sobbed Nina.

Folding the paper and placing it back in his pocket, Rob continued in a conversational tone, "You are unlikely to receive mercy. The last few women who were punished here suffered much discomfort. But rest assured, I will do my best for you when the Bishop decides you have paid a sufficient price for your sins. Before I release you from your bonds, I will fuck you myself."

Turning on his heel, Rob disappeared through the portal, leaving Nina all alone, immobilized in the evil looking restraint device.

The audience, knowing full well what would happen next, remained silent with anticipation. They didn't have long to wait. The two video screens suddenly sprang to life. The overhead camera was closely focused on Nina's inner thighs and pussy. The other camera, located on the underside of one leg rest was similarly focused but provided a different perspective. It was obvious to the observers that all the action in Nina's performance would be highly localized.

Sensing motion near the portal, all eyes shifted at once to watch as Nina's naked android strode purposefully into the room. After pausing briefly to assess the situation, the fucking machine stepped up to the restraining chair and rotated it ninety degrees. No longer looking directly up between Nina's widely spread legs, the seated couples were now seeing her body in profile.

Everyone watched, fascinated, as the android stepped in between Nina's legs, erected his cock to its size-three configuration, and started the penile vibrations. The view from the audience was perfect. The chair was high enough above the stage floor to allow them to clearly see the engorged cock pointing between her thighs while the cameras provided the most intimate perspective.

Holding onto the chair with one hand, the android grasped his frantically vibrating cock with the other and placed its head against Nina's clitoris.

"Oh! Oh! Please don't do that!" she pleaded.

Ignoring her outburst, the fucking machine began to rotate its cock around her clit, stopping occasionally to insert the head into her pussy, entering only an inch or so before withdrawing to resume vibrating the most sensitive part of her body. Nina began to moan and murmur as the vibrations and shallow penetrations began to take their toll and her arousal began to ramp upward.

Several minutes later, just when it appeared that Nina would go over the edge, the android stopped his penile vibrations, eased his cock fully inside her pussy, and then remained motionless.

"What...what...?" murmured a highly aroused Nina. "Please don't ...don't stop."

Like the other androids, Nina's had constructed a precise sexual response profile for her. Everyone understood that he was now measuring her current state of arousal and would use that information as a baseline. If Rob's programming was correct, Nina's fucking machine would hold her suspended just short of orgasm for an extended period of time.

Soon satisfied that it had an accurate assessment, the fucking machine withdrew most of its length and began to increase the size of its cock. Muted whispering from the audience could be heard as the cameras revealed the changing size.

Oh God!" cried Nina as she felt the transition begin. Thirty seconds later the change was complete and the android began thrusting its size-four cock forcefully into her pussy.

Nina cried out sharply in response. Audrey, Kendra, and Melissa began to squirm in sympathetic arousal, knowing that their friend was being driven wild with the desire to move, to actively participate. Their husbands were frozen in place, mesmerized by what was happening to Nina, stiffened cocks straining at their trousers.

"Oh my," whispered Kendra, chewing on her knuckles, "She must be in agony by now."

"I wouldn't be able stand it," declared Audrey in a low voice.

"Me neither," responded Melissa quietly. "The poor thing!"

The three couples watched in aroused fascination as the machine varied the force and pace of its thrusts, withdrew its cock to reapply vibrations to Nina's clit, and re-entered her time and time again. Rob's programming appeared to be flawless. Nina was being held just below the threshold of a shattering climax.

Under normal circumstances, Nina would be writhing under her android, counterthrusting against his pounding pelvis, and clawing at his arms. Now completely restrained, all she could do was vocalize her sexual frustrations with guttural groans and cries as she strained to achieve an orgasm that remained just out of reach.

Once again the android stopped thrusting and withdrew his cock completely.

"Oh no...Oh no...please don't stop!" Nina pleaded and then began to cry. The audience held its collective breath, waiting to see what would happen next. As they stared with rapt attention, the android once again began to increase the size of his cock, soon reaching its maximum size. When the transition was complete, he positioned its huge head in the folds of Nina's pussy and slowly entered her, soon buried all the way up to his titanium balls.

"Oh God yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Nina cried. The android complied and was soon driving the giant cock into her with heavy thrusts.

"Oh yes!" she cried. "Make me cum!"

But an orgasm wasn't in the cards for Nina. Once again the android held her just below the edge for several long minutes. Nina continued to cry out in frustration. In the audience, Kendra started to moan quietly in sympathy, soon to be joined by Audrey and Melissa. Eric, David, and Marc were hyperventilating.

Suddenly, their attention was wrenched away from Nina's ordeal as Rob reappeared in the portal and began to speak.

"The Bishop has decided to grant clemency. The android will now fuck you steadily for three minutes. You will be permitted to climax at will. I will be back soon to keep my promise," he declared and then disappeared once again.

The android immediately picked up speed and began to fuck Nina at the very rapid three-stroke per second speed that Audrey had enjoyed earlier. Nina's response was electrifying. Within seconds she was catapulted over the top into the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. The audience could see tremors race across her restrained body as her climax completely took control and she screamed with intense pleasure, her cries echoing off the little theater's walls.

A minute or two later her next orgasm ripped through as her machine reached the end of its programmed three minute fucking interval, ejaculated forcefully, and began to ease the speed and force of its thrusting as it reduced the size of its cock. Moments later it stopped altogether, withdrew its dripping appendage, and disappeared through the portal, leaving a sobbing Nina behind. As her breathing slowed and her cries abated, the lighting dimmed and the heavy curtain was drawn across the stage to conceal the scene, leaving the audience to wonder if Rob was going to keep his promise backstage.

"Oh my God!" exclaimed all three women in the audience simultaneously.

"Fuck me!" muttered David softly.

"Jesus H. Christ," croaked Eric.

"I don't fucking believe what I just saw," whispered Marc.

"I need a glass of wine," declared Audrey, "right now."

"Me too," echoed Melissa and Kendra as the men started moving toward the bar.

Ten minutes later, Rob escorted his still trembling wife to join her girlfriends in the audience. Just as Audrey had done, she gratefully accepted the glass of wine offered by one of the girls.

"Whose idea was that? Did you actually rehearse it?" asked an incredulous Audrey.

"It was my idea. The chair is Rob's creation. We rehearsed almost everything so I could get used to being constrained and to make sure I could handle the huge cock. I controlled the machine during rehearsals so I could cum whenever I wanted, but I asked Rob to keep the actual programming a secret to maintain a little suspense. I never expected that I wouldn't be allowed to cum for so long."

"How did it feel?" asked Melissa. "We were in agony watching you."

"I've never felt anything like it. I'm not sure I can describe it to you. I need to think about it a while," Nina responded. "When I get it figured out, I'll tell you all about it. Right now, I just need another glass of wine."

"Did Rob keep his promise?" asked Kendra with a wicked grin.

'No. I'm saving him for later tonight," Nina replied with a wink.

Intermission continued for several minutes and then Kendra set her glass aside and beckoned to David.

"Time to go," she declared when he arrived at her side. Without another word, they stepped up onto the stage and disappeared behind the curtain.

The party continued in the audience until dimming lights signaled that Act III was about to begin. 

Kendra:

Nothing happened for longer than the audience expected. Exchanging quizzical looks, the three seated couples waited for the curtain to open. Just as they began to fear something had gone wrong backstage, faint moans and murmurs of very Kendra-like arousal were becoming audible over the theater's sound system. Gradually increasing in volume, they clearly telegraphed their friend's unseen, but obviously pleasurable, experience. All three couples leaned forward in anticipation, anxiously waiting for the curtain to open.

After what seemed like an eternity, the curtain was silently withdrawn. Before them, Kendra lay naked on a raised platform about four feet above the center of the stage. Her blonde hair and pale skin were perfectly highlighted by a single overhead spotlight as she lay on what was clearly intended to represent an altar. There were no other stage props and no additional lighting. With the exception of Kendra, everything else on the stage was submerged in darkness. The altar was draped with black cloth, making it appear as though she was floating in the air. 

Kendra's luxurious blonde hair was artfully arranged around her rapturous face. The view from the overhead camera on the light bar was visible on one of the large screens. The other screen displayed a view directly between Kendra's open legs. The location of that camera was not visible to the audience but its subject matter was a matter of great interest to them. Both cameras had been zoomed in to reveal extreme close-up views of the activity taking place between her thighs and the audience sat mesmerized as they shifted their attention from the stage to the two video screens.

Kendra's legs were open with her knees slightly elevated, providing unencumbered access for her probing fingers. Using one hand to expose her clitoris, she was using the other to expertly finger fuck herself, alternating between probing her pussy and teasing her swollen clit.

In spite of their history, none of the women had actually seen one of their number masturbate. All their sexual encounters had involved mutual stimulation. As a result, the women in the audience were both fascinated and aroused. Their husbands were stunned into complete silence.

Kendra continued to probe and massage her most sensitive areas as her cries increased in volume and frequency. Always the quickest of the women to achieve orgasm in college, Kendra had not lost her touch. Only a minute or two passed before she went over the edge with a loud cry and a violent shudder.

For several moments Kendra lay motionless except for her heaving breasts, one forearm casually draped across her eyes. Everyone in the audience waited impatiently to see what would happen next.

Motion backstage captured the audience's attention. Seconds later, her naked android appeared from backstage and strode forward to take a position on the far side of the altar from the audience. Kendra, eyes closed, seemed to be unaware of his presence.

Moving slowly, the android reached out and gently placed his left hand between Kendra's thighs to cup her pussy. Her only response was to open her legs slightly wider and to lower her arm to rest alongside her body on the altar.

A faint humming sound announced that the android had started the vibrators installed in the middle fingers of his hand. With deliberate slowness, he began to trace her sensitive skin. Kendra expelled a throaty moan as the vibrations began to make their presence known.

A minute later, her android slowly slid his fingers deep into her pussy and curled them upward to her G-spot.

"Oh...Oh...Oh!" she moaned as the fingers found their mark.

Kendra was soon writhing on the altar, thrusting her pussy against the android's hand and crying out loudly, well on her way to a second digitally induced climax. 

A moment later, the android employed the vibrating fingers of his other hand to start teasing her clit.

"Oh...Oh...Fuck!" Kendra cried as she began to stimulate her very alert nipples between thumbs and forefingers to add to the intense pleasure she was feeling between her legs.

The audience stared intently at the digital output of the two cameras, each showing a different prospective of Kendra's pussy being skillfully manipulated by the fucking machine's talented fingers.

The six highly aroused people knew that Kendra would cum soon when she abandoned her breasts, clapped one hand over her mouth, and clutched one of the android's wrists with the other to begin rocking her pelvis vigorously against his hand.

A few short moments later, screaming into her hand, Kendra's entire body began to tremble visibly as the vibrating fingers pushed her quickly toward a crushing orgasm. Arching her back, she gave out a series of sharp cries as several orgasmic tremors raced across her body. With a final shriek she collapsed back onto the altar, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air. Her android slowly withdrew his fingers and let his hands fall to his sides.