A few hours later Anthony's hurt, betrayed feeling segued into some weird mockery of arousal.  Teenagers.

The light of the monitor danced and reflected in his eyes.  Something very satisfied and pleasured shifted through his mind as he admired the beauty on the computer screen, crouching in front of the chair, servicing the hunk with her mouth.  He could see some of the similar features of his crush in this gal; the athletic form, firm breasts, and brilliant smile.  Some part of him felt sick as he imagined it were him, and Rachel, but the part that felt bad was buried beneath his hurt and disappointment.  Anthony really wished he could have been the one wrestling with her.  There was no coming to terms with his mind though- only a quick, delicious fap, and hopefully mindless dreams.  He'd worry about what to say at a later time.

The man in the video stood up and slid down his jeans, soliciting the female to simply kneel before him.  Something about that position caused a pleasant sensation to run up Anthony's gut.  His own ministrations sped up as the actress resumed, his right hand pumping at a more steady pace.

Naturally that's when Anthony's door opened.

"Fuck!"

Before even turning to see who it was his hands flew into motion.  One smashed the power button to the monitor, the other yanking up his underwear.  The teen simultaneously planted his butt back down to the chair, all the while.

All of this took a little under three seconds.

"Seriously, knock on the-"

The sentence died in Anthony's mouth when he saw who it was.

Standing just near his now-closed door was BFG.  She stood mostly motionless, the android crossing her arms and giving him a very direct look.  Mono-green lenses that never really saw anything seemingly bore into his soul.

"Explain yourself," BFG said, levelly.

"I, uh," Anthony stuttered.  "I was blowing off some steam.  It's a natural meatbag coping mechanism."

"Not as natural as you might think.  Statistically.  But that is not what I was referring to."

"What?"

"I detected that your stress levels were greatly increased for seemingly no reason," she explained.  "Does this relate to Will and Rachels playing, earlier?"

This was a lot to take in at once.  Anthony's mental gears couldn't quite change as rapidly as the robots, especially after being startled so badly.  For a moment he held up both hands, as if to gesticulate and emphasize some statement, but found himself at a total loss for words.  After aimlessly moving his hands for a moment Anthony instead sighed.

"Aghhhhh.  Yeah.  I think.  It's kind of complicated."

"Not so much, though I can see how your hormones and youth might lead you to believe otherwise."

Anthony rolled his eyes before speaking.  "You seem awfully indifferent at, uh, walking in on me.  What are you thinking?"

"First and foremost, I have not been looking forward to this situation.  You see, since five years past I have been aware of Will's and yours pubescence, and the increase of your libidos.  To say nothing of the females'."

"That's kind of disturbing," Anthony observed.  "Your point?"

"Until now it appeared that all of your drives have been kept under control.  In lieu of Will and Rachel's recent conduct, and your own, there are certain actions that I must take."

"Wait," Anthony said, slowly at first," I've done nothing wrong.  And Rachel-"

"None of you have done anything wrong," BFG murmured, her artificial voice soft.

"So-?"

"So I will ensure that all of your attentions are kept upon your continuing educations.  And confusing obstacles, such as relationships and drama, are to be minimized."

The teen continued looking at her, completely at a lack of words.

"Mrmmm," BFG murmured.  "But, as you humans put it, first things first."

Anthony continued staring at the robot as she approached, stepping on over beside his chair.  Casually she made an idle flicker with one hand.  His monitor turned back on, seemingly of it's own accord.

The lewd video had never stopped playing, though Anthony's headset had fallen off during the panic.  A little over a minute had passed, and now the actress was bending over on a sofa, the black thong being slowly pulled down her thighs.

Anthony sat there in his chair, dumbfounded, as the android watched the video from his left.  He began to feel the need to ask what BFG was thinking, once more, but she beat him to the punch.

"What is the extent of your sexual experiences?" she asked, without turning to face him.

Anthony sputtered at that, for a moment, his cheeks hot.  The question took him by surprise in a way that suddenly entering his room did not.

"The- you can't just ask people that, BFG.  What the hell?"

One of the reason he found himself blushing was that Anthony, in fact, was not completely innocent.  A year or more back there had been a cute girl at the local school.  During one of their rare outings, to the actual student faculty, they hit it off.  Part of it was the girl's own curiosity of a Brighter Future Student, and his own more mundane kind.  They ended up sneaking off to the auditorium.  The small, seldom used rooms behind it were numerous and far removed.

"Look," BFG murmured, indicating towards the monitor.

Anthony did.  The actress was now bending over further, a look of anticipation on her face, the man rubbing the tip of his shaft.  Slowly at first, but eagerly, the two began to line up.  Pumping himself lightly for a moment, the man then pressed just the tip into the gal's tight lips.  At the same time she reached over her back, wrapping one womanly hand over the swell of her right cheek.

Blood began returning to Anthony's lower regions as he watched the first few thrusts, the bodies meeting and touching in just the right way.

"I am certain that you hold a genuine fondness for Rachel," BFG murmured, suddenly close to his ear," but you are still a teenager.  Where it does not conflict with my parameters I can make nearly any of your wishes a reality."

His eyes remained glued to the screen.  It wasn't that the admittedly pleasant video was distracting but rather that Anthony did not feel like turning to face BFG at an intimate distance.

"I have a very good idea of what one them might be.  And it is thus; to have a lovely doe to lay before you and do with as you please.  To explore yourself and her, to engage in meaningless carnality.  To practice.  And this can happen."

Anthony almost trembled as the video went on, the man pumping at a more even pace, his large shaft sliding in and out of the Russian beauty.  She even shifted back and met his thrusts with an eager expression.

"Class.  Five.  Robot," BFG said, enunciating each word, a sensual promise.

The teenager's eyes widened.  He finally spun to face her.

Green lenses peered into his eyes from less than a foot away.

"What?  Really?  A class five?"

"Indeed," BFG confirmed, standing back up.  "A machine built in the likeness of your own kind, to such a level, that it could be considered a living, breathing creature.  Soft and conforming.  Fully functional and anatomically correct."

Anthony shivered.  They'd seen some class fives before and all were pieces of art.  It was forbidden to create a machine that could be mistaken for human- instead they were only /nearly/ human.  Some might have an off-color for the skin, like green or blue.  Others had seams or the occasional rigid bit to announce their non-human aspect.  Anthony always suspected there to be exceptions.  Almost certainly more natural looking class fives existed, likely for the purpose of infiltrating the Resistance.  That would be a reasonable use for one.  He didn't plan on ever asking for confirmation.

But still.  A class five.

He could have fun with something like that.

"Just like that?  You'll make me one?"

"You and Will one, that is correct," BFG clarified.

"Ick.  Will also?  The same one?"

"All class fives have self-cleaning protocols and automatic, built-in maintenance.  And are near-priceless in terms of construction.  Does it matter that much?"

Anthony considered it for a moment.  "Probably not."

"I am pleased that you agree."

A short moment of silence passed.  Anthony's eyes returned to his monitor for a moment, and then he cleared his throat before speaking.

"Um.  So when do we get her?  Do I get to choose anything about it?" he asked.

"Of course.  Email me any specifications that you might prefer, and they will likely be included when she arrives in four day's time."

Four days.  He'd vastly prefer the almost-real thing over his hand, but that heavy sensation in Anthony's lower gut had yet to vanish.  He still had business to take care of.

"I...  do you mind?" he asked.  "You kind of interrupted."

"Not at all.  I will be leaving."

The teen sighed, and turned back toward the screen.  Barely a beat passed before BFG spoke up once more.

"That is, unless you'd like some help."

Something immediately caught in Anthony's throat and he found himself coughing.

"W-what?"

A sudden pressure appeared on his upper arms.  It turned out to be BFG's plastic digits.  They slowly trailed up and around the curve of his shoulders, resting to either side of his neck.

"You heard me," the android cooed from behind, close to his ear once more.  "You are still clearly bothered, and it is my purpose to serve.  Allow me to help you."

A sudden fluttering anxiety began to wash through Anthony, along with his poor brain bouncing around his skull.  This whole situation had steadily been feeling more and more wrong.  BFG was more or less Anthony's guardian, his parental figure, as she had been since he was nine years old.  Not to make any sort of mistake- he still spoke with his parents on occasion.  There was a very tangible bond between himself and them, even separated by distance and circumstance.  But there remained another, smaller connection of a similar sort with the robot he knew as BFG.

It squicked him out.  It squicked him out beyond belief.

That didn't stop BFG from sliding one of her hands lower, trailing across Anthony's still-young chest.

"B-but... this doesn't feel right.  It feels wrong."

"There is nothing wrong about this, child," BFG breathed, the exhaust of her mouth tickling one of his ears.

"But you're-"

"An android?  A machine?"

That was a start.  Anthony was more going for 'my parent', but the other part was certainly bothering him, too.  More-so than the promised class-five.

He weakly nodded his head.

"In the early twenty-first century, sex with a machine was regarded as an elaborate form of masturbation.  As well as dementia," BFG noted.  "You may think of it as such, if that comforts you."

"It still feels-"

Anthony let out a sudden inhalation as BFG's hand lowered, still further, and disappeared into the flap of his boxers.  The other wrapped around him in a semblance of a hug, locking him to the back of the chair.

Her smooth, plastic fingers began to stroke along his tip.

"-good," BFG finished, for him.  "I may be no class five, but am the next closest thing.  I am wholly capable of scratching that itch of yours.  And I can teach you."

She continued her ministrations with her right hand, stroking the head of his shaft, though the second began to drift along the skin of his chest.  Just barely the tips slid along, a flush of warmth following in their wake.

It was nearly indescribable the wild expectation he felt, the primal sensation in his body, awakened by the female doting on him.  Though she was no human, not even a living creature, there was a definite pleasing aspect of being touched.  Instead of a mere de-stressing activity it was something infinitely more intimate.

A girl, artificial or not, was touching him

Anthony tried to form words but found himself unable.

"Yes or no?" BFG asked, not ceasing her movements.  "I will respect your decision."

By the time she finally asked, for the last time, Anthony hardly could have said no.  He'd already been pent up before the porn.  Being interrupted and stroked just made it that much worse.

"Yes," he breathed, barely.

"Yes?"

"Yes."

BFG's hands relented.  The sudden absence of her touch was almost alarming, staggering, but the teen could just barely hear the muted footsteps of the android.  

"I am pleased with your decision, Anthony.  You will no doubt feel the same."

At that the android continued stepping around his chair- the young teen watched, enthralled, at the way she did it.  Absolutely graceful, the machine planted one foot in front of the other- the artificial butt swaying just barely upon her thighs.  He had never, ever seen BFG move in such a fashion.  It seemed to accent her plastic shell and ball joints perfectly- reminding him that the being before him was on an entirely different level.

The android turned and looked to the computer desk.  Sitting just right of the mouse was a small, clear jar full of a white, liquid substance.  Coconut oil.  Though meant for cooking, or use as a basic lotion, it also made for a damned fine fapping lubricant.  A nicely scented one, too.

"Excellent," BFG noted, plucking it off the desk.  "We will be needing this."

"What do you mean?"

Instead of answering the robot sunk down to her knees, the motion absolutely tantalizing.  As soon as she was down BFG reached out with both hands, one still full, and nudged Anthony's knees a bit more open.

His heart thundered as the robot settled herself between his legs, hear head scant inches from Anthony's manhood.  It almost felt as though this might have been a dream, and a twisted one at that.  His guardian's face seemed just so close.  Though made of that same white plastic, it was built slenderly and pointed, her cheeks softly curved.  Instead of seeming soulless, the green lenses now felt almost vibrant and alive.

The jar clacked just barely as she set it on the floor.  Slender, white fingers then reached on up and began to pull at the hem of Anthony's pants.  The teen shivered as he got up just barely off the chair.  Only once before had he felt someone taking off his pants for recreational purposes.  It did felt just as good as the first time.

Together they managed to wrangle off Anthony's pajama bottoms, his boxers disappearing soon after.

Anthony couldn't stop himself from feeling the slightest bit inadequate.  Despite being a bit squicked out the teen felt a need to just plug the android completely and take her hard.  As arousing as the thought might have been, the plastic-hard fingers and heavy weight of the machine would make that all but impossible.

The teen's mood turned slightly sour.  Will probably wouldn't have that problem.

"You are more than adequate, Anthony," BFG soothed, the bottle opening with a pop.  "You are in the eighty-fourth percentile for size, for your age."

Anthony's nostril flared at the scent of the oil.  Coconut aroma filled his nose, and then the tender, plastic grip wrapped back around his manhood.  Now slick, the android's fingers began to effortlessly slide up and down.  A quiet sound escaped his mouth.

"You will grow.  And you have so much more to offer, Anthony.  One day it will be you that fashions new bodies for my kind.  This avatar, my shell, will be made obsolete because of you."

There was almost an edge in her musical, electronic voice.  Almost something awed or reverent.  The teen hardly noticed between the rapid pumping of his shaft.  The room began to be filled with the sound of wet flesh.

At some point during this Anthony's breathing sped up considerably.

BFG took note of this, lowering her pretty face down closer to his manhood.  The exhaust of her artificial breath touched him again.  The combination of oily sheen and cool air tickled him something fierce.  The robot seemed to watch this, for a moment, and then spoke.

"I propositioned you.  It is only fair to ask- how do you want to do it?"

The teen's heart lurched.

"I want to put it in you."

Her stroking suddenly vanished.  Instead BFG's mouth opened, agape, and the teen could just briefly see the lack of teeth and tongue.  These thin, white lips then wrapped around his shaft and plunged down.  In an instant the android bottomed out entirely.  Anthony cried out in pleasure, the silken, crushingly hot embrace of BFG's mouth almost overwhelming.

Besides the snug fit, the artificial breath from before began to alternate blowing and sucking almost painfully hard.  The android had been built with an air reservoir and vacuum pump- if the need ever came, BFG was capable of resuscitating any of the teens.  Now in the bedroom, this same device was put to use in a completely unintended way.

Anthony slowly let his moan quiet down, one of his hands reaching out and wrapping around the back of BFG's head.  There she remained- the her nose pressing against his stomach, the pressure not relenting one bit.  Her lenses peered up at him, the rest of BFG's face still.  Without warning her mouth began to lightly buzz, and vibrate, though Anthony had no idea how the hell she was managing that.  As far as Anthony knew there were no electric tumblers within her jaw.  Quick actuation of her muscle fibers?

He had no idea.  The sudden crushing, sucking, vacuuming, and vibrating was almost too damn much.  All of the varied sensations made it hard for him to think.

"You will have to be more specific than that," BFG noted, her voice emitted from somewhere else on her frame.

The pressure and sucking vanished for a moment, and then was replaced with a damned good imitation of swallowing.  Several times she slurped around Anthony's shaft, each time causing him to shudder.  Overall the sensation was very peculiar.  Anthony realized that the android had no saliva- being a class four, there was no need for replicating bodily functions on that level.  Instead BFG was able to use her vacuum, the tight seal of her lips, and the coconut oil to almost the same effect.

The teen shuddered again at the swallowing sensation, which then quickly shifted back to vacuuming.  Now /that/ was something a young female student couldn't do.

"Well?"

"I'm thinking," Anthony gasped, his hands all but clawing at her head.

This was going to fast for his own comfort.  The teen had already done this, or something very close to it.  Anthony planted his weight onto his feet and began to stand up, just barely.  BFG followed the motion, moving her head side to side.  As soon as Anthony was standing he moved his waist back.  Slowly Anthony's manhood slid free, inch by inch, escaping the grip of the android's lips.  The head popped free with an audible sound.

Anthony began to force himself to breathe evenly- after exiting the android's mouth his shaft almost felt raw, exposed, readjusting to the natural pressure of the room.

As this went on BFG ran her fingers through the jar.

"Was that not satisfactory?"

"Oh god no," the teen breathed.  "Nothing like that.  I've just... kind of done that already."

"I see," BFG noted.  "This calls for something different, then."

With a deft motion the android stood back up and turned away.  Several small steps took her towards the bed, one foot in front of the other in perfect rhythm.  Anthony's eyes fell down to the robots ass, watching once more how it swayed upon her thighs.

Once at his bed BFG paused and turned back to face him.  A simple finger motion beckoned him.  Anthony all but floated over.

The machine lifted up one of the pillows, settling it down along the edge of the bed.  Fluidly she then lowered her rear down, halting for an instant, before dropping the rest of the way.  Anthony's bed creaked in protest.

Anthony watched as BFG settled her weight, leaning further back, and opened her legs ever so slightly more.  He halted for a moment, not quite sure what to expect.

"I said I would teach you," BFG noted.  "Down."

He did, sinking to his knees in front of her.  In response she opened her legs still further.  Almost absent-mindedly she traced fingers through the coconut oil and ran it across her lower regions.

It wasn't quite what Anthony had been expecting.  He had seen pictures in the past, and quite a bit of porn, so some part of his mind was expecting the same here.  Of course she wasn't 100% anatomically correct- that's why the class five had sounded so seductive and amazing.  Rather than something realistic BFG only bore a single, small slit, alone and otherwise blended in with the rest of her shell.  But the thing wasn't hard plastic like the rest.  The material seemed to compress and shift from the pressure of her fingers, some sort of latex or softer plastic.

BFG tilted her head to one side.

"Well?"

Anthony blinked at her a few times and lowered his head.  Tentatively, hesitantly he stuck out his tongue.

Gently the boy touched it to the machine's slit.  Non-surprisingly she tasted like plastic, though it was muted by the healthy application of coconut oil.  It wasn't altogether unpleasant, so Anthony began to lick more.  Lightly his muscle flicked and traced along BFG, gliding across from the lubrication.

For several long moments Anthony went at it.  Whatever boldness he had been feeling began to die down, the absolute silence and his inexperience not helping one bit.

The bed creaked lightly as BFG sat up straighter.  One of her hands rested upon the side of his head, gently, the fingers twining into his hair.  She urged him aside and away.

"What?" Anthony asked.

"You need to relax, Anthony.  Imagine I were living."

Her other hand reached out and nabbed his own, lowering it down upon her calf.  For a moment she let him take in the room-temperature plastic, then began to urge his hand along, sliding it lightly to and fro across her.

"Feel my body," BFG urged.  "Taste me."

A flash of inspiration took Anthony.  He kept gently moving his hand back and forth, but settled the other around and on her waist.  He then lowered back once more, briefly sliding his tongue along the inside of her thigh.  Anthony then began to place a few light smooches along it, moving up and back towards where he had started.

BFG seemed to consider this for a moment.  Anthony was no longer tense and seemed to be experimenting.

"Better," she noted.

The hand still in the boy's hair tightened, ever so slightly, and then began to move his head.  Driving him, she settled the boy just at the center of what would be the pubic bone.  BFG held him there for a moment.

"Show me your enthusiasm."

This time Anthony only hesitated an instant before going at it.  For several moments the boy licked up and along the slit, up and down, tentatively probing it.  All the while he began to build up his courage- picking up the speed and pace in which he stroked the soft plastic.  His tongue glided and flicked across BFG's slit, saliva beginning to assist the oils there.  His right hand released it's hold on her waist, and began to assist with the probing- gently pulling the plastic off to one side, giving him a better look at the approximation of a womanhood.

"Humans will give signs when you are performing well," BFG instructed.  "Pay attention to your female."

Anthony would have given affirmation, but soon realized the hand in his hair wasn't planning on letting go.  Instead he resumed- his tongue flicking back and forth at his best pace, the boy's jaw bouncing up and down with the movements.  At some point his other hand had risen as well, helping to spread the robot's nether regions still further open.  Rather then the usual stillness BFG seemed to have the sporadic movement- the slight resettling of weight, idle movement of a leg.  Anthony knew for a fact that BFG wasn't getting excited, or anything of the sort, but the additional liveliness did embolster him.  He sped up further, and then for no particular reason, slurped and began to play around more.

"Focus your efforts along the top.  And you have more at your disposal, Anthony."

Right.  He did.  For a moment the boy pulled back with his head.  It almost didn't seem like the machine would let go, up until her grip slackened and allowed him leave.  Anthony took this moment to lather up two fingers with his own saliva.

At some point the soft rubber of BFG's maidenhood had drifted open, just barely enough that it was distinguishable from the hard carapace.  Anthony rotated his palm face up and began to probe at it with one digit, twisting and just barely entering to the first knuckle.  The not-flesh seemed to conform with his movements.  He took the moment to trace her insides, exploring the entrance of her body, gently pressing the digit further inside.  It wasn't quite as lathered as he would like- he boy reached over and ran his fingers through the jar, on his own accord, and then began to ease both of them into BFG.

Anthony began to pump his fingers in and out.  With his hand facing upward, as it was, he realized there was ample space.  Taking the initiative, he lowered his head once more and resumed assaulting BFG with his tongue.

"Better, Anthony."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Anthony was well aware of how god-damned lewd the scene was.  Prostate on his knees, before the robot, the room was filled with the sounds of occasional motors and raunchy slurping.  At least lewd enough to scar someone else, mentally, or so he imagined.

It was tiring work.  He'd never put his tongue to use nearly so much- Anthony was relatively innocent.  When the muscle began to grow tired he'd pull on back and merely fingerbang BFG or spread the lips to either side.  This cycle went on for several minutes, Anthony hardly relenting.  Slowly his tongue began to grow more and more tired, more quickly.  The taste of coconut oil and plastic seemed burned into his mouth.

Just when the boy was considering asking for a break BFG gave it to him.

"It can be fortuitous to work up to a crescendo," she noted.  "But you have performed very well."

To accent this she leaned closer and placed a finger beneath his chin.

"I want you to lie down."

It need not be said twice.  Anthony quickly climbed up onto the bed, sprawling out along the center of it.  As he got comfortable BFG got up and out of the way, watching as the teen rearranged the pillows and rested.  As an afterthought Anthony crossed his hands behind his head.

As before BFG followed suite, slowly dropping down along the edge of the bed, down and onto her knees.  With both of them on it the bed groaned drunkenly.

Anthony's heart begin to pound as things moved along.  The whole situation once more began to dawn on him.  Despite being a machine, the girly, womanly way BFG approached sent shivers down his spine.  Knee-walking, resting one palm down unto the bed.  Still he could see her open legs and maidenhood.  Even the android's spine had a small arch to it.

Whoever made BFG was a damned artist, he realized.  Despite her lack of fake human flesh, or entirely soft shell, she was beautiful- uncanny valley be damned.

At some point she had lathered up her right palm with oil once more, though the specific moment escaped Anthony.  He only became aware of this when her digits wrapped back around his manhood and began to stroke it once more.  Unlike last time, the slick fluid was applied liberally- dripping and running down his shaft, all the way to his base.

No more words were passed.  BFG set her right palm on the bed beside Anthony, pressing her weight down, and then kneeled over his thigh.  It only took one fluid motion of her shapely legs to straddle the boy.  The great weight of the machine began to settle over his pelvis.  Hand still wrapped around his member, BFG raised up onto her knees, and then began to guide him home.  His sensitive tip pressed at and into her lips- the soft plastic there well prepared.  Gently it was pushed to either side, to and fro, before it found the right position.

Anthony already knew she was tight.  When probing BFG with his fingers, and his tongue, he'd been made painfully aware of her compatability.  But there was no way he was prepared for /taking/ her- as the android dropped down, and slid his shaft inside, Anthony let out a surprised moan.

Only half of him was in, but already it was nearly overwhelming.  The inhumanly tight snatch of the robot squeezed down upon him.  Fitting him like a velvet glove, the boy was only able to enter BFG by the sheer volume of saliva and oil applied.  Sure, her mouth was probably actually /dangerous/, but this was nearly the same level.  And more than that it just felt right.  Far above him rose the metal breasts of the robot, lowering down into the shapely thighs around him.  Anthony's hands lowered down onto her slender waist and rest there.

She gave him several long seconds to adjust, the boy's fingers clenching around and squeezing her frame.

Only after his grip had slackened did BFG start to move, slowly rolling her core in a to-and-fro motion.  More and more of Anthony's shaft slid inside- for the first time of his life he felt the sensation of a lithe, female body riding him.  More moans escaped his mouth.  The sensation was indescribable.

Just barely BFG's weight rest upon him.  It was the most amazing thing Anthony had ever felt.  His hands begin to lower on further, wrapping around the round curve of the android's bottom.  Once there he began to squeeze and kneed her ass, just barely feeling the vibrations of muscle fibers and motors.  With each thrust and roll countless actuators fired in sequence, the robot perfectly keeping her weight just off of him.  Despite well-weighing 300lbs, and being made of hard plastic, Anthony never once felt this uncomfortable mass.  Instead he was treated to the clenching of the artificial maidenhood, tighter than anything that could naturally occur.

Anthony's moans began to increase in volume as the robot kept bouncing upon his lap.  Waves of pleasure washed over him, pressure building in his lower regions.  They mixed together with the close approximation of flesh slapping on flesh and the groaning of the bed.

One of his hands released its hold on her rear, instead running it palm-flat against her core.  Despite his heavy breathing, and overwhelming pleasure, Anthony also felt a sudden pang of clarity.  Beneath his hand were the near-constant, almost imperceivable buzzes and hums.  He'd seen pictures before of what BFG really looked like beneath her shell- hundreds of muscles like his own, bones, a skeleton.  The anthropomorphic robot had been built in the likeness of his own race, nearly as amazing in complexity.  Each of the countless muscles were finely tuned, the many sensors allowing the current closeness without harming him.  Far below him, thirty or forty feet, the car-sized machine maintained the neural network that gave BFG her sapience.  She had a damn miniature star trapped in her chest, for crying out loud.

And here she was, this beautiful, amazing machine, riding him like no tomorrow.

The pace had quickened into something more frenzied, BFG's hips beginning to rise and fall entirely.  Each thrust bottomed her out and solicited a loud moan of pleasure from Anthony.  The way her insides continued to wrap around him was amazing.

In a desperate need for activeness Anthony began to thrust up, meeting the machine half-way.  She quickly compensated for the additional movements and began to work at the boy's own rhythm, bouncing at a brutal speed.  A nearly constant stream of moans escaped Anthony's mouth, the bed sounding as though it collapse entirely.

The best part was that BFG could maintain her amazing speed effectively forever.  The teen, not so much.

More and more the extreme pressure built up, his shaft throbbing painfully.

The fact did not escape BFG.  With her keen awareness she began to clench her womanhood rhythmically, milking the boy, adding it to the rapid bucking and flexing.

It was enough to set Anthony over the top.

The boy howled out as he exploded, shooting his spunk into a soft, inviting hole for the first time.  Waves of pleasure coursed through his body at the sensation- BFG still pumping madly.  Only after the first several spurts did the robot slide back down, slowly, hilting Anthony once more.  His back arched as she rest on top of him, her woman-hood still contracting and clenching in regular intervals, squeezing out his every last drop.

Even after his spurts had finished Anthony continued gasping, his lungs and body thoroughly exhausted.  He fell back to the bed, shaking it.  Despite this he was still inside the robot.  With a graceful motion she dismounted him.  Anthony's head pulled on free with a wet pop, some of the fluids immediately dribbling free from the inhumanly tight machine.  Some of it trickled down one plastic thigh.

Much like the boy BFG also dropped backwards, though she was careful not to hit him.  Reaching out, she then lightly wrapped it around Anthony's torso and pulled him in closer, pressing his head to her chest.  From up close Anthony could tell she was plastered with the scent of coconut oil, though just barely beneath it was his own scent.  Anthony was sure he smelt a little... plastic-y himself.

Were he not so damn satisfied it may have been sort of awkward.  As was, it was only slightly awkward.

Plastic digits lightly combed through his hair.

"How was that?" BFG asked.

Anthony responded with a pleased noise.

"Excellent," she said, gently hugging him with one arm.  Her other continued stroking his hair, the gesture almost motherly.

The teen began relaxing and just going with it.  One of his own hands reached on over and rest on her side.

"Cuddling," BFG noted," is especially vital, playing a fundamental role in post-consummate bonding.  While some humans might think otherwise, I believe you are the sort to agree."

It was kind of nice, he thought.

"Say, uh, BFG..."

"Yes?"

Anthony briefly looked away, his cheeks hot.

"Do you think we could do it again?"

The android tilted her head to one side, the gesture very searching.  It was a good substitute for eyebrow raising.

"Again?" she asked.  "Your heart-rate is still-"

"Not right now.  But some other time.  Could we?"

Her free hand lowered and rest open upon his chest.  The plastic felt cool to his sweaty body.

"Anything for you, Athony.  Though that would undermine the purpose of the new class five."

"I like you more.  Class four or not.  I think."

BFG lowered her head and rest it against his own, the two still heavily entwined.

"How sweet of you."