"Boys, here she is. Amy, these guys will hook you up. You know what to do?"

The frost-coated dull black ships sat lifeless, their phallic noses pointing skywards as if to punctuate an erotic black fantasy. A dozen giant Negro clones, each lying on his back with his dark manhood erect, complete with bulging testicles of engines and fuel, as you might expect. Hairless though. Shaved and primped, ready and waiting in the pre-dawn chill.

As the day slowly awoke, and sunlight melted the white frost from the tops of the towers, people started to arrive at the adjoining laboratory, white coats and suits mingling happily, preparations well under way for the momentous event. Delays for weather and technical hitches were unlikely in the final hours, and nervous chatter filled the operations areas.

Off in one corner of the campus, Amy Webber was unloading the rest of her personal items from the small car, and lugging them through to her new home. They called them apartments, but really they were an integral part of the lab. Her meagre set of belongings failed to fill up the rooms, or even to hide the ever-present technology that surrounded her. Amy had agreed to the arrangements, as they all had, but now the reality of it all was settling on her like a heavy blanket.

Dropping the last of the items inside the door, she was pleasantly surprised to see Seth strolling toward her, his handsomely chiselled face smiling as he approached. She brightened somewhat as she looked at him a little more, and realised that it was worth it. He was worth it. Damn it, so was she.

"Hiya Ames. Can I help with those?"

"No, I'll sort them out later. Give me a kiss instead. I didn't expect to see you this morning."

"Now there's a bargain. No lifting required, and I still get the kiss. I had a few minutes to spare, and thought I should see how you were coping"

"I have to make the most of it, you know. The kissing, I mean. Give me another one."

Seth looked at her then, his eyes sparkling and near tears, though his smile had not disappeared. "Don't talk like that Amy. You've known all along what was going to happen. Don't you want to go through with it?" He watched her worriedly, realising idly that she was still gorgeous, even if she wasn't too happy.

"Oh, of course I do," she reassured him. "It's just not the easiest day."

"Well, I have some news about that. I think it's good, rather than bad. The launch time has been set. We don't lift off until nineteen hundred hours."

"Nineteen hundred? Seven PM, right?"

"You know Ames, you're going to have to get your head around military time, or you'll get in trouble around here."

"Yeah, I will. Just not today. So you'll be gone until when, about five?"

"Yep. You ladies are supposed to meet in the main lounge for lunch, and have a final briefing. I think they want to explain some stuff to you. I'm sure you've heard it all already, but you'd better be there."

"Oh, I will. I haven't seen some of the girls for months. I want to find out what they've been up to."

"I would imagine it would be much the same as us Amy. Getting to know their partners, and resisting the urge to fuck each other stupid."

"Yeah, well today I'm not so ready to jump in the sack with you Seth. No offence, but it's not exactly my romantic fantasy come to life."

"It's alright. When I come back this afternoon, we'll forget the rest of them exist. Promise."

"You will, but what if I can't?"

"You'll be fine. It's just nerves."

"I hope so."

"I know so. Anyway, gotta go. See you at Five."

"Okay then, if you must. Love you."

"You too."

And he went out through the apartment door, and headed back to the lab. Watching his tight butt walking smartly across the grass, Amy knew she wouldn't have any trouble getting in the mood when the time came. God knew she had thought of little else in the last few months.

Seth reappeared at the apartment at exactly Five PM, as Amy knew he would. He strolled back through the open door, turned and closed it behind him, and visibly relaxed.

"Come through to the dining room honey. I've fixed you a drink."

"I'm not allowed any alcohol today, remember."

"Don't worry. It's an iced tea with fruit. Take a seat. The food's nearly ready."

And they sat and chatted for a while, until an electronic beep from the kitchen caused Amy to jump and check on the meal. She returned with two steaming plates, and the two of them demolished it all without speaking. Pushing the plate away from himself as he finished, Seth put his elbows on the table, and rested his head on them, smiling at his love, memorizing her features for later.

"Honey, we had better get moving, or we might be late."

"Okay Seth," she replied. "I'll just get these dishes out of the way and then..."

"No, leave the dishes. You'll have plenty of time later."

"So this is it?"

"This is it. You want to use the bathroom first?"

"Yeah, thanks. You take these plates out then."

"No problem. Yell when you've finished in there."

"Okay. I love you Seth."

"I know. And stop worrying."

"Okay. I'll try."

The bathroom was an electronic marvel in itself, but Amy didn't notice. She used the toilet and had a quick shower, then removed the chart from the cabinet, and placed the dots on her body to exactly match where they were marked on the picture. Standing naked in front of the mirror, she pressed the scan button beside it, and a strong light shone from behind the mirror somehow, and then a robotic voice asked her to turn around. The light eventually disappeared, and the voice returned, confirming that the dots had been correctly placed.

Amy wrapped a large towel around herself, left the bathroom, called to Seth to let him know, and then walked down to the bedroom. This room wasn't filled with obvious technology, but she knew it was there, nonetheless. It looked like any bedroom might, drawers and cabinets, pictures on the walls, a large window looking out onto the nearby lake, and an ornate antique-looking bed against the far wall.

Dropping the towel shyly next to the bed, she quickly placed her small, momentarily cold nakedness between the fresh sheets, and lay still, waiting for Seth to return.

The ever ebullient Seth came strolling into the room towel-less, his short hair bristling in silhouette; his muscled chest tightly packed; his muscled hairy thighs surrounding his manhood, flaccid but interested, swinging jauntily in time with his walk. Amy didn't even notice that he had a set of bright green dots which matched her red ones, engrossed as she was in watching his groin dance.

Throwing himself into the bed, he leaned over and gave his lover a quick peck on the cheek, and then looked at her for a moment. Lying here in the bed, she looked starkly beautiful. Her face without any trace of cosmetics, her long black hair lying neatly either side of her warm dark face, her nervous smile brightening as he watched him watch her.

"You know, I've been thinking about this for so long, I wasn't surprised to see you lying there?"

"I'm pleased you didn't think it should be someone else."

"Oh, it couldn't be, Amy. You and me. It was destined, and you know it."

The scientific reality was a little different however. Amy had applied to the corporation to be included in the project, and her acceptance had only been confirmed when the endless battery of tests had been completed, and she was found to be compatible with one of the pilots. Only then had she met Seth. But as the months rolled by, the computer simulations had proven correct for a change, and the two of them had grown close, neither wishing to part for any longer than necessary.

"You'd best give me one of those famous kisses then, just to prove it."

"Any time, my dear." And he proceeded to kiss her gently on her mouth.

As the familiar sensations whirled within her body, Amy slowly forgot the surroundings, the dots, the flight, everything except the pressure of Seth's lips, and then his tongue, caressing her mouth with a mixture of boyish enthusiasm and mature control. As their tongues entwined gently, and slid silently from his home to hers, only to return just as tenderly, Amy felt a warmth stirring between her legs, and knew that this time there would be no need to hold back.

Pushing Seth gently back on the bed, she climbed on him, straddling his hips with her legs, her knees pressing into his ribs, and lowered her face to his again. As she got reacquainted with his tongue, her hands roamed over his chest and stomach, feeling the muscles under the skin, and the small erect nipples. As she gently wound her fingertips over him, Seth reached up and took her breasts firmly in his own hands. As his thumbs touched her aching nipples, she jumped in shock, a pulse jumping from her breasts to the heat between her legs, and she sighed happily. Moving her hands further down his prostrate body, she rubbed his navel and the curve of his hips, and moved one hand down further, to the dark growth she had seen on his way to the bed, and discovered his erection, large, hard and ready, the tip hot in her hand, the length of it quivering with her caress. His groans as she felt her way along its length were just the encouragement she needed, and she lowered herself down his body until her clitoris and his penis were touching each other, and proceeded to move gently up and down, his hardness providing just the scratch her itch needed. As precum oozed from the tip of him, the friction decreased until the rubbing motion was just right.

Her supple naked body was finding its own rhythm on top of his, her muscles flexing lightly as he continued to stroke her breasts in time with her movements. Feeling she couldn't hold on much longer, and determined that he should erupt inside her, she moved her body up a little more toward his face, and with a little help from her hand, she pushed herself down on him, impaling herself, pulling him inside her, deep and hard, pressing against her cervix with the tip of his hot erection.

Taking hold of his shoulders now, she pulled him sideways and over until she was lying on the bed, and he was prone upon her, his legs between hers as she pulled him in closer, and pulled his head down to kiss him roughly.

"Now Seth. Fill me. Break me."

And Seth started to move his cock in and out, a little at first, and then both the distance and the speed increasing until he was almost withdrawing it completely, and then thrusting it back, accompanied by Amy's thrusts from beneath, and the voiceless press of her fingertips on his shoulders, digging into his skin as her need increased.

Pumping now with ferocious intensity, sweat pouring from his face, he felt a change in the tightness beneath him as Amy began to climax, her vagina clamped around him, and she groaned deep in her throat as her whole body shook. The pressure brought him over the edge, and his body tensed and stiffened above her as he pumped his seed deep within, his body slowing, the muscles relaxing as his penis continued a gradually weakening series of pulses inside her hot tunnel.

As the pulses stopped, he looked down at the genuine smile on Amy's face, and asked her what was so amusing.

"You know Seth, I completely forgot they were watching."

"They weren't really watching Amy. Monitoring, perhaps."

"They might as well have been. Heartbeat, blood pressure, temperature, sweat levels, hormonal counts, timing, brainwaves. If that's not watching, it's the next best thing."

"Well, maybe, but you shouldn't worry about it. Listen, it's time to go."

"Oh, not yet. You must have some more time still."

"No, I have to go. I'd love to stay too, but the mission comes first."

Suddenly Seth was all business again, and he hopped out of bed, gave her one last kiss on the forehead, and returned to the bathroom to wash and dress

Lying alone in bed, Amy reflected that it was a very satisfying goodbye fuck, but she still didn't want him to go. Especially as he wouldn't be back for twenty years, if at all.

As the pilots assembled back in the lab, and final testing of the lifesuits and monitoring equipment began, the ladies gathered slowly in the communal lounge, sad faces and tears the norm, voices quiet and sentences short. They were all thinking the same things, and they were the same things that women had thought for thousands of years when their men went off to explore, protect, fight.

There was a difference here though. These women were vital to the success of the project. It hadn't been nicknamed the 'pecker project' for nothing.

Mankind had discovered a means of faster than light travel and then struggled for a hundred years with the problem of communications. They needed a way for signals to be passed between Earth and the ships, and radio just didn't cut it. Then about ten years earlier, a study of sex and sleep habits had shown that in some partnerships, a form of telepathy was found to occur during orgasm. Further investigations had led to ways of electronically enhancing the effect to the point where it was possible for computers to pass information through this telepathic connection more or less instantaneously. A period of testing had proven the workability of the solution, if you put aside any social questions.

Two days later, Amy was woken by a somehow urgent bleep from the headboard of her bed and the simultaneous low-tech knock on her apartment door. She dragged herself to an alert state, and pressed the response button as the procedures demanded.

“Amy Webber. What is it?”

“Sorry to wake you Amy, but we need you in the lab right away.”

“Now? I thought we had another week?”

“You should have had. We need to get some info to Seth's team immediately. An escort is waiting at your door.”

“Yeah, I can hear him knocking.”

“Throw a robe on and come down with him. Quickly.”

“Okay Nes. I'm on my way. Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, no worry, as long as we can get this data to them.”

“Okay. Be there soon.”

And she sat back on the bed, still trying to clear her head following the unexpected call. Finally awake enough to function properly, she jumped up from the bed in her nightgown, wrapped herself in her dressing gown, and threw her slippers on. Now covered in at least the bare minimum of clothing, she walked quickly out to the door, and opened it to the escort, who was nervously checking his watch as he waited.

“It's alright. Here I am. Let's go.”

“Thank goodness. I thought they were going to make me come inside and get you.”

As they entered the lab, numerous white-coated types were buzzing around the equipment, checking readings on clipboards and muttering technical nonsense at one another. Nes, the liaison Officer for the project, saw Amy by the door and rushed over.

“Thanks Amy. That was quick.”

“It sounded urgent. What's the problem?”

“No big deal really. We've given the team some incorrect data for the gateway config. If they go ahead, they're going to be away at least an extra five years. You need to get the corrections to Seth before they gate.”

“That's a big deal to me, Nes. Well, I hope this all works then. Show me what to do.”

“You're not the only one. Over this way.”

Nes showed her through into a central room within the lab. The room was without windows, and only had a single door for access. Inside the room was a bed, of sorts. Numerous cables, wires and hoses ran down from the ceiling to a blinking console beside the bed, and two attendants in the ubiquitous white coats stood with more leads and paraphernalia in their hands, waiting for Amy.

“Boys, here she is. Amy, these guys will hook you up. You know what to do?”

Amy resisted the temptation to make a smart remark. The plain truth was that she was going to have to climb into that contraption and masturbate. She'd be drugged enough that the clinicality shouldn't be a concern, and the gadgets surrounding her would provide a fair amount of the stimulus, but that was all there really was to it.

“Yeah Nes. You get out of here and set up your gear. I'll let these two connect me to everything.”

“Thanks Amy. You guys look after her.”

And as Nes left the room, Amy dropped the gown where she stood, and with a shrug of inevitability, she lowered the nightgown to meet it, and stood there in her panties, feeling very unsexy at this point. Turning shyly away now, she pulled her panties off her butt and down her legs, and stepped out of them. Turning back, she put on a brave face, and strolled as casually as she could to the bed.

Her training came to the fore now, as she climbed up on the mattress and lay on her back, her head supported by something that could claim a little similarity to a common pillow, but was packed full with electronic wizardry.

As the attendants stepped up and began applying sensor dots to various parts of her body, she thought about Seth. She knew he would be wired up in a similar way in the ship every day just in case there were some communications from home, but would be most surprised that something was happening this quickly. There were synchronized clocks on the ship and in the lab to ensure this happened correctly.

The attendants, having completed their sensor placements, were at work with some of the more esoteric equipment now, including some devices which attached to her breasts in an unknown manner, and apparently provided tactile feedback during the link. A more intimate machine, an unemotional replica of a penis was being correctly positioned as well. The women in the team referred to this beast as robo-cock, and its effectiveness was undoubted, despite its horrendous appearance.

With all the gear connected, positioned, calibrated and activated, the attendants proceeded to feed the subtle hallucinogen directly into Amy's bloodstream, and her connection with reality slowly became more tenuous as her mind became muddled and unsure.

Content with their preparations, the silent attendants left the room, and closed the door behind them. Amy was still aware of being attached and monitored, but she cared a lot less than she had earlier, as the drug took a stronger hold on her mind.

Relaxing a little in the bed now, she began to think some more of Seth, and his similar position on the ship. He would have a number of more compact and automatic contraptions attached to him in his bunk awaiting her call. She could just imagine him lying there quietly in the dark, thinking about his intimacies with her. That strong manhood of his would be taking on a life of its own, becoming erect in his hand or the metallic replica of her own container for it.

Amy drifted to a point where instead of imagining what Seth was doing, she was imagining he was doing things with her. As she felt the imaginary weight of him upon her nakedness, and the fake smell of his fresh sweat in her nostrils, she completely lost track of the real situation. Instead of the metal and electronics of the lab, she was with her lover, snug in bed, and horny as hell.

“Hiya Seth. God you're a nice smelling beast.”

“You smell nice yourself woman. I was just wondering if I might get closer to the source.”

“What are you suggesting, husband of mine?”

“I want to make you come Amy. More than once. I want you to scream and beg.”

“I can go along with that plan. What are you waiting for?”

And as Amy lay still in the room in the lab, she imagined Seth had lowered himself down between her legs, and began to minister to her ache, his tongue and lips applying just the medicine she needed, as he licked up and down over her most intimate parts before settling down to pay his full attention to her hard and erect clitoris. As he slid his wet and mobile tongue over her little nubbin of pleasure, she sighed, and began to groan, wishing him closer, faster, wetter. And he was. As his gyrations around and over her became wonderfully unbearable, she started to meet his licks with thrusts from her hips, her body lifting in a response as old as time, as fresh as a daisy. As he took her clitoris into his mouth delicately, squeezed gently with his lips and flicked his tongue ever faster over the tip of it, she could stand it no longer. Muscles clamping hard, and her hands pulling his mouth away from her, she shuddered in a body-encompassing orgasm, groaning loudly as her shuddering body, unaware of the falseness of her feelings, released itself, and collapsed back on the bed.

“Amy, that was very quick. Delightful though. You should see how you look when you come. Your eyes glaze over.”

“You'd glaze over too, if someone did that to you. Actually, I'd like to see that. Listen, we both know that was great, but I need you inside me now. You need it too. I can feel how hard that thing is.”

Pseudo-Seth moved back up the bed, and his mouth met Amy's as though they had been designed solely for that purpose. Their tongues began a dance all of their own as she reached down and took his penis in her hands, and positioned it, and herself, for the penetration, her moisture dripping from her tight tunnel as Seth worked his way in, filling her completely, pressing delightfully against the walls of her, stretching her just enough, applying tension to those muscles just recently relaxed, notching up her arousal steadily again.

The equipment positioned between Amy's legs moved itself into position, and as though proud of her lack of awareness, it enveloped her thighs, impaling her in accordance with some complex programming, an orchestrated mixture of the recorded activities of the couple previously, and the feedback from the various sensors attached to her body.

Seth had become something of a machine above his wife. Holding his weight off her, with only his engorged penis in contact, he pumped automatically above her, applying just the right speed and pressure, Amy's nerves being played deliciously.

The computers in the lab were constantly on the alert for the moment of climax, as this was the only chance for transmission of the message, and the moment would not last long. Constantly adjusting the application of drugs and hormones to Amy's brain, and controlling minutely the movements of the various machines, they drove Amy inexorably toward the moment of truth.

Amy could feel herself nearing the moment of no return as Seth performed his best party trick above her, his cock alternately impaling and releasing her. She normally got very close to orgasm a couple of times before going over the edge, but she could feel this time that she was nearly there. Clamping her hands behind his taut buttocks, she pulled him toward her, adjusting her angle to her thrusts slightly, and knew that was it. As she felt his release within her, his semen seemingly pumping deep inside, she released her hands from him, thrust her pelvis to him one more time, and screamed loudly as she was engulfed in pleasure.

Robo-cock delivered the last of the computed thrusts, and performed a passable imitation of Seth's penis flooding Amy's vagina with his hot fluids. Incredibly swift computers slammed a compressed and encoded stream of intelligence at a carefully chosen node in her brain, and just as the real Seth exploded in his masturbatory release aboard the ship, also convinced that he was in an intimate embrace with his wife, the message traveled the incomprehensible distance between the participants, in the micro-second of mental contact.

As Amy's punished nerves slowly relaxed, she became aware again of where she was, and was faintly embarrassed. Only faintly though. She was feeling far too nice for it to bother her too much.

The attendants returned and removed the collection of equipment around her, and then she was able to stand up from the bed. One of the attendants held out her clothing to her, and the put the nightie and gown on, and put the panties in her pocket. It seemed vaguely naughty somehow.

As she opened the room to the door, all of the white-coats were carefully looking elsewhere, except for Nes, who was waiting for her just outside the door.

“Complete success Amy. The ship computer had time to burst a reply back, so we know they have the information. Thank you very much.”

“Oh, not at all Nes. Thank YOU! Wake me any time.”

And Amy returned to her apartment, and fell asleep, happy memories of Seth playing in her now free head.

Jun 2008
I enjoyed it very much and will try some more of your stories soon.

May 2008
If we're lucky, you'll make a series like Spaceways out of this little jewel...

May 2006
Freaking great. Mecha fun.
      GBF: You geek types... :-)

Apr 2006
What a very interesting and unusual idea! Building on the concept of extreme union (physical and mental) at the moment of orgasm. . .you've really refreshed the genre here. Thanks for making this so much more than the usual wham, bam... (and I say this
      GBF: Hee hee hee. It was fun to write.

Aug 2005
Highly imaginative premise. Pretty durn good execution, too! (I don't think they'd allow this sort of thing in the Bush Administration, though.)
      GBF: I wasn't planning on telling them!

Jul 2005
Well written. I don't know where this could go, unless the *****. There would be a lot of emotional and other quirks to write about and work out. Keep writing,
      GBF: Going? I finished it years ago!

Jul 2005
*****, what will science think of next?? Good luck Seth where ever you are going; oh and I hope they need to send volumes of information to your ship. Neat idea, I liked it.
      GBF: Thanks again. I had to bleep you again though... :-)

Jun 2005
The sex was as wonderful as always Gentle, and I loved the premise, it was very original! But I gotta feel sorry for the characters. Twenty YEARS?!?! Well, at least they get to do The Wild Thing together on a regular basis. ;-)
      GBF: Well, kinda! :-)

Apr 2005
Yea this story is cool, hmmm, what elsr can I say about. I guess it was a lil sexy. Well thats all I can think of right now.
      GBF: Well, that's just what I wanted to hear, so thanks.

Jan 2005
IIIIIII want to be called when they implement the next project...!!
      GBF: Well then, I need an email address, silly! :-)

Jan 2005
That was a great story! You have such great idea and they are always different. Looking forward to reading more of your work
      GBF: Aww thanks.

Oct 2004
Well, you did it. A 'sci-fi' story that I could almost believe in. The story flowed smoothly, and the sexual descriptions and the dialogue were great.
      GBF: Almost? I'll let Amy know...

Sep 2003
I've read most of your stories but this one has made a lasting impression. I was captivated from beginning to end. Thank you.

Aug 2003
"Amy" is a nice inventive plot idea, and well written. Thanks very much.

Apr 2001
Very cleverly worked out story. And lovely sex - your sex is aways so joyful, Gentle, you must be a very happy person. Your story reminded me vaguely of a short story by I think Ian Watson with a similar premise. I must try and find it.