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.