Man or Machine: 2 (Body Electric) (11 page)

Ilsa clapped her hand to her mouth to stop the giggles coming out. She twisted her head to one side and bit her palm. It didn’t work. She kept giggling and Hal looked up from where he was between her legs and he met her eyes.

“I love it when you do that,” he said, and he smiled at her.

A real smile.

And it took her breath away, so much she couldn’t even giggle anymore.

They were alone suddenly. Alone and naked. He was smiling at her and she loved him so much, with everything that she was, and she felt the weight of every minute of the nearly three years she’d been without him. It was an emptiness only Hal could fill.

Her hand was still covering her mouth but she knew everything she felt was plain to see in her eyes.

“Dallas,” she managed to say and reached for the robot. His fingers still inside her, he lay beside her so his head was level with hers. She tore her gaze away from Hal’s to look at Dallas’ face.

Dallas was her safety catch.

“How—how was that for you?” she asked.

“It was incredible, baby. Even better than I’d expected it to be.”

“The female experience is translating well?”

“It’s translating exactly as I’d hoped.”

“What would you like to experience next?”

Hal moved up to join the conversation. He lay next to Ilsa, not touching her at all. She could feel the warmth of his body all up her naked side.

“Yes,” Hal said, and without seeing his face Ilsa could hear he’d gone back to his mocking tone. “This is all for your benefit, Dallas, after all. What would you like us to do? Your wish is our command.”

Dallas responded by pulling Ilsa against him, rolling her on her side. He wrapped one of her legs around his waist. Then he reached across Ilsa and pulled Hal toward them. Ilsa’s front pressed against Dallas, her breasts crushed against his smooth, strong chest, his cock hard and heavy between her legs. And Hal was pressed just as tightly against her back. She felt his breath on her neck, felt his leg twining around Dallas’, a movement that drew her even closer. His cock, as hard and heavy as Dallas’, lay on the crack of her buttocks.

He put his arms around her, holding on to Dallas too on her other side. Ilsa put one arm around Dallas’ neck and her other hand on Hal’s thigh curled around her. A three-way embrace. Looking at Dallas’ face, she could see he was gazing over her shoulder at Hal.

“Let’s do what comes naturally,” said Dallas. He took Hal’s hand and deliberately put his index finger into his mouth. Ilsa watched as he sucked on it, a stark reminder of what she’d watched them do yesterday.

Hal was so close behind her she could feel his heart thudding against his ribs.

Just as deliberately, Dallas began to move his hips. The base of his cock, lubricated by her copious juices, rubbed against her sensitized clit, and Ilsa gasped. Behind her, she could feel Hal beginning to move to the same rhythm. His cock nestled in the crack of her ass and slid, with gentle motions, back and forth. With every movement, her breasts rubbed against Dallas’ chest in lovely friction.

Hal and Dallas would be feeling nearly the same thing as each other, and Dallas was feeling what she was feeling too. Behind her, Hal began to kiss and nibble her neck again as Dallas sucked on his finger, deeper and harder. As the pleasure mounted, Ilsa kissed Dallas on the side of his mouth. She kissed the side of Hal’s hand, as if he and Dallas were the same, knowing they could both feel it. His thumb was nearest to her lips and so she took it into her mouth the same way Dallas was, licking and sucking as if it were a small penis. This part of Hal was inside her and inside Dallas at the same time.

Hal moaned against the nape of her neck. With the two of them moving in time she could feel the lengths of their shafts rubbing against her, Dallas against her clit and Hal against her anus. She remembered a time when Hal had lubricated his finger and pushed it slowly inside her there, how she’d been shocked at the frank pleasure of it, at how much she’d liked it. This was different and yet the same—she was so aroused that he slid easily back and forth and the touch teased rather than satisfied. It was all a tease, a motion close to sex but not quite.

If they both moved, only slightly, the heads of their penises would slide inside her. Dallas in her pussy and Hal in her ass. She didn’t know if she could take it, whether it would hurt or not. They were both so much bigger than she was. But caught between two hard, beautiful males, she found her mind returning to it again and again. She tried rotating her hips, lifting them so Dallas would get the hint and penetrate her. Pushing back her bottom so Hal would fuck her there. But they kept up their steady, teasing rhythm, Ilsa’s and Dallas’ foreheads bumping together.

Dallas reached around her body to Hal and she felt Hal shudder against her. She couldn’t see what the robot was doing but she could guess—he was cupping Hal’s ass, driving him harder against her. Or else he had slipped his own finger into the crevice between Hal’s buttocks and was penetrating Hal there in the way she wanted to be penetrated herself.

Could he even reach that far? It didn’t matter. The mere thought drove her crazy, made her even more desperate to be penetrated. Fucked. Possessed.

She wrested her mouth away from Hal’s finger. “Please,” she cried, though she didn’t say more, couldn’t say more. Couldn’t ask another male to fuck her in front of Hal, couldn’t ask Hal to fuck her. All she could do was beg for some sort of release.

“Please,” she said again.

“Whatever you want, baby,” said Dallas, releasing Hal’s finger from his mouth and kissing Ilsa, at last, on the lips. His tongue met hers, caressed her, and though his body never stopped its rhythm, she felt him reaching down between her legs.

His penis was still rubbing on her clit. But she felt the blunt, hot tip of Hal’s cock at the lips of her pussy. And she realized that Dallas was holding Hal, was guiding him into her, stroking his length and his balls as he did.

Hal. Oh no. Was she ready for Hal? Only Hal? Inside her, around her, with her?

But she didn’t want to stop. She couldn’t stop, not at this point, with his girth beginning to stretch the walls of her pussy. He slid into her, surely and as deep and good as she remembered—no, even better—with his breath hot in her ear and his body urgent behind her.

“Oh Ils,” he whispered and began to move inside her. “I’ve missed you so much.”

She closed her eyes. It wasn’t the same, it couldn’t be the same with a six-foot robot of her own manufacture in the bed with them, guiding Hal’s dick and pressing his own dick against her clitoris. But it was Hal inside her, filling her, joined with her. Even though Dallas had been similar, even though he was modeled on Hal and controlled by Hal, he wasn’t Hal.

Suddenly she was very close to tears.

“Baby?” said Dallas. “Is something wrong?”

She didn’t open her eyes but she could hear his voice was full of concern.

Behind her, Hal stilled his movements immediately. “Ils?”

He was going to stop. He was going turn her around and see her face and discover how she felt.

She shook her head quickly. “I’m fine. I’m great. This feels so good, let me make you feel good too.” She reached down and grasped Dallas’ dick with one hand, trying to pull his body up with the other.

“You want to suck on me, baby? While he fucks you?”

“Okay.” And she did—she’d wanted to since yesterday. Not only as a distraction, although that was the most important thing right now. “Yes. Please. Now, Dallas.”

Dallas immediately moved himself around one hundred and eighty degrees so that his crotch was at the level of Ilsa’s face. She opened her mouth and licked the crown of his dick. It tasted of her.

Behind her, Hal was motionless, still buried deep inside her, but his hands gripped her hips and she could hear his ragged breathing.

Ilsa grabbed Dallas’ cock and fed it into her mouth. She wanted to be stuffed full, to be caught between two males so she wouldn’t have to think anything or feel anything but physical pleasure. She sucked him in deep, swirling her tongue around the head.

Hal groaned and held her hips even tighter. And between her legs, Dallas’ warm mouth and tongue flicked against her clit. Licking and kissing her labia, working his way down to where Hal was joined with her. She sucked harder on his penis as she realized Dallas was licking Hal too, the bottom of his shaft and his balls.

“Fucking hell,” said Hal shakily and he began to move again.

He thrust into her, deep and hard, again and again, as she licked and sucked at Dallas’ cock and Dallas licked and sucked at both of them. And yes, the physical pleasure was taking over. She no longer wanted to cry. She wanted to pant, to scream, to beg for more, but her mouth was stretched around Dallas’ member and she could only moan deep in her throat and clench herself around Hal’s cock, thrust her body back against his, squeeze Dallas’ balls with one hand and sink her short fingernails into his working buttocks with the other.

She was a body, that was all. A body to give and receive pleasure, nerve endings and skin, no brain, no heart. Safe, inviolate, built for ecstasy, not for pain. Living in this hot, steamy moment with two cocks inside her and Hal squeezing her breasts, kissing her neck and shoulders frantically as he pounded himself inside her, again and again, as if he wanted to pour himself into her, as if he could never get enough.

Her orgasm ripped through her with a savagery she’d never felt before and she pulled her mouth away from Dallas’ cock and screamed.

Hal cried out at the same time, close to her ear, and she felt him jerk deep within her.

“We’re coming!” yelled Dallas and he twitched in her hand, pumping through her fingers, racked with spasms of his own.

She held him tightly and squeezed Hal inside her and rode the waves of pleasure until they subsided and left her, weak and damp, in Hal’s arms.

Dallas lay very still. Then, all at once, he got up and stood by the bed, looking down at them.

“That was extremely interesting,” he said. “Extremely.”

Hal was breathing hard. He held on to her. At some point she had wrapped her leg around his thigh. His cock was still inside her. She could feel it, hard and long despite his orgasm.

“Ilsa,” he said. Gently, he touched her chin and turned her head so she could see his face.

His dear, beautiful face. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead between the electrodes and his hair was damp. His clever blue eyes looked deep into hers.

He stroked the side of her face with the backs of his fingers. The way he used to after they made love, looking at her as if he understood everything about her and found it all wondrous.

“Ils,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss her on the mouth.

She’d missed him so much. A sharp ache that had never gone away. It had not gone away even now, when she lay in his arms.

In that moment she knew it was better not to have anything than to have everything and lose it again.

She turned her face from him.

Hal went completely still. Then, after a moment, he carefully disentangled himself from her. He removed his arms and untwisted his leg from around hers and he slid his cock out of her. She felt it go, felt him go, and she knew it was forever.

She wouldn’t have him again, she couldn’t risk it.

Her body felt cold where he was no longer touching her. Ilsa sat up on the bed, avoiding looking at Hal.

“
Extremely
interesting,” said Dallas again.

“Can I have my clothes please, Dallas?”

The robot gave them to her and she put on her shirt, hearing Hal getting off the bed to dress himself too.

“My mind is blown,” said Dallas. “Hal and Ilsa, I can’t thank you enough. I’ve learned more than I thought was possible.”

He sounded happy. Not just cheerful, which could be programmed in, but
happy
.

“That’s great,” said Ilsa. She made herself grin at Dallas.

He was her creation. It was her responsibility—it was her pleasure and her need—to try to make him capable of happiness. And she’d done it somehow.

She and Hal, together.

Dallas was buoyant, smiling widely in a way she’d never seen him do before. He pulled on his jeans and began to take the electrodes off her. Each one disengaged with a slight pop.

She couldn’t look at Hal but she was intensely aware of everything he was doing. He’d dressed completely now and he was removing his electrodes. He handed them to Dallas.

“I’m glad we could help you,” Hal said. “You’re a remarkable piece of technology, Dallas. I wish I’d thought of you myself.”

“Thank you.” Dallas stowed the electrodes in the case and turned to Hal. “It’s been an honor learning from you, Hal. Truly an honor.”

He shook Hal’s hand and then he shook Ilsa’s. It was a formal gesture after what they’d all just done together and Ilsa found it oddly touching.

“I have a lot to think about,” said Dallas. He seemed barely able to contain his excitement. “I hope you’ll excuse me.”

He left the room and closed the door behind him. She heard him whistling down the corridor, the sound fading away in the distance.