Part 3: Brisket Reborn 
by Sol Oliver

Each day, Donna and George went by the Excella dealer to see if their android servant, Brisket, was operational again. But the technicians were having no luck figuring out exactly what had gone wrong. 

"Sometimes this just happens," said a labcoat-wearing tech to the distraught couple on the third day. "It's obvious there was a major conflict that jammed her cognative processors, but we haven't been able to isolate the specific location. This usually doesn't happen to 'droids until they're several years old, and usually giving them Virtual Autonomy clears it up. But we can't even get her to respond to simple inputs. Now, I know you don't want to scrub her, but you're really racking up the repair hours." 

When they first brought Brisket's lifeless body to the dealer, they told George and Donna that since she was still under warranty, they could replace her neural core and start over fresh, free of charge. But Donna cried at the mention of this "scrubbing", and since George felt responsible for the malfunction, they decided to have the techs try to repair her. 

"Isn't there anything else you can try?" asked George, his wife clinging to his arm. The tech looked at the two of them and was moved by the depth of feeling they had for their robot. 

"Well, there is one other way," he said. "But we really shouldn't try it on a unit that's logged so few hours." 

"We'll try anything," said George. "What will it cost?" 

"Considering the number of hours we've billed you already, I'll do it for no extra charge," said the tech. "It's not difficult. But you may not like the results." 

"What do you mean?" asked Donna, who looked skeptical. The tech sat down with them at a table in the waiting room and began to explain. 

"We can do the equivalent of a 'reset' without changing out its core," said the tech. "When we do it, we usually scrub about a week's worth of memory from the unit, and then apply Virtual Autonomy." 

"But Brisket has only been, uh, alive, for about one week," noted George. 

"And that's exactly the problem," said the tech. "The procedure guarantees that whatever glitch caused the malfunction will be erased. But without an accumulation of memories, there are no guarantees on how the unit will behave." 

"Won't she just act like she did before?" asked Donna. 

"It might," said the tech doubtfully. "But a large part of your Excella's behavior was spelled out in its programming. With Virtual Autonomy, there are far fewer mandatory actions. That's why we normally only install it on older units -- their accumulated memory tells them how they're expected to behave. Giving them VA just helps them to operate more efficiently, and to develop a deeper 'personality'. But for a new unit? It might just break down right away. We don't really know." 

"So, if you do this procedure, she'll just do whatever she wants?" asked George, not certain about what the tech was proposing. 

"No, she'll still respond to your commands," said the tech. "At least at first. The longer a unit functions with VA, the harder it becomes to alter its behavior. It's not a problem with 'droids who already know their functions, but it comes back to your unit's age. She has so little memory to guide her, and we can only guess how she'll react. You know, I shouldn't have mentioned it at all..." 

"Please, Doctor," said Donna, grabbing onto his arm. "Please." 

The tech was taken back by the pleading in the woman's eyes, as well as the fact that she addressed him as "doctor." Her husband looked equally concerned. Why not go ahead and do it? The worst that could happen is she'd freeze up again, and then they'd go ahead and change out her core. 

"Okay, I'll do it," said the tech, bringing a smile back to Donna's face. "But we'll still have to scrub some of her memory." 

This was music to George's ears. He wasn't proud of how he'd acted, and scrubbing her memory would give them all a fresh start to handle things right. 

"How much memory will she have to lose?" he asked. The tech thought for a moment. 

"Well, we want the unit to have as many hours of memory possible," he said as he pondered the question. "But I would think we could scrub as little as six hours back from when she malfunctioned." 

Perfect! 

Donna was relieved, too. Although she'd been mad at George for how he'd treated Brisket, she knew that if she'd controlled herself better, he never would have acted that way. Oh, but how she'd felt as the android tumbled with her throughout the bedroom... 

"Let's do it," said Donna, shaking the memory of her lustful afternoon with Brisket from her head. 

"You realize there's a chance it won't work, and your Excella will lose its core completely?" asked the tech gravely. George and Donna looked at each other, and it was clear they were in agreement. 

"We don't really have any other choice," said George. 

"Okay," said the tech, getting up from the table. "It will only take about fifteen minutes." He started walking to the service area door. Donna bolted up from her chair and grabbed him by the arm. 

"Can we be there with her?" pleaded Donna. Once again, the tech was amazed at this woman's reaction. 

"Yeah, okay," he said, and led them back through the door. 

The service area was divided up like a hospital, with seperate rooms for working on the androids. As they went down the hall, George glanced into the rooms they passed. In one was a totally disassembled android. In another, a group of techs were gathered around an andoid on a gurney, poking and prodding it with strange instruments and causing it to speak in a strange gibberish. Finally, they reached a room at the end of the hall, and the tech led them in. 

Laying on a gurney and hooked up to a computer via a plug connected at the back of her neck was Brisket. Donna choked back her emotions as she looked at the beautiful blonde creature, which was totally naked and still. Her face looked completely serene, but it seemed unnatural and lifeless, like a corpse on display. Two technicians stared into a computer screen and bickered. 

"Sanjay! Pete!" shouted the first tech, halting their conversation. "Mr. and Mrs. Latrell have authorized us to do the VA-scrub." 

"Sweet!" said Sanjay. 

"Are they nuts?!" said Pete, who hadn't noticed the handsome couple that had entered the room with his boss. 

"They're aware of the possible consequences," said the chief tech, gesturing towards the Latrells. Pete realized his faux pas, and began stammering apologies. 

"Oh, hi! I didn't mean 'nuts' like 'crazy' or 'stupid'-- I mean, not 'stupid' like, you know, uh..." 

"That's enough, Pete," said the head tech. "I'm sure they understand. Let's get on with it." 

As George and Donna looked on, the three technicians began typing at a keyboard, jabbering away in technical jargon. After ten minutes they came to a sudden halt, and all three of them turned around and looked at the Latrells. 

"Would you like to do the honors?" asked the chief tech, pointing at the keyboard. George stepped forward and saw that the screen read "Initiation sequence ready". 

Sanjay pointed at the keyboard. "Just hit 'enter'," he said, eager to find out what would happen. Donna went to the side of the gurney and held one of Brisket's hands and looked down at her perfectly sculpted face. She laughed at herself for a moment for being so attached to the android, but then again, she had a long track record of compassion. It was what George loved most in her. He looked over at her, and she nodded her head to let him know she was ready. George hit the keyboard. 

A checklist popped up on the screen, and items disappeared as the minutes rolled by. After another ten minutes, the screen popped up a message saying "Sequence Complete", and everyone looked down at the android. She remained perfectly still. 

"How long does it usually take?" asked George hopefully. Sanjay was shaking his head. Pete gave him a quick punch in the side. 

"The unit should respond immediately," said the chief tech with compassion. "I'm sorry." 

Donna looked up at George, who shrugged his shoulders. Donna's body went numb, and to her own surprise she didn't cry. Standing up, she let go of Brisket's hand, and then leaned down to her face. 

"We'll miss you," she whispered into one of her perfect ears, giving it a light kiss. George came over to her and took her by the hand. Then he too leaned down to Brisket's ear. 

"I'm sorry," he whispered, and he and Donna turned to the door to leave. Just before they reached the hall, a voice shot out. 

"Holy moley! Look at that thing!" came Sanjay's voice. 

"That's just disgusting!" said Pete. 

"I think you should come back in," said the chief tech to George and Donna. 

Turning back around, they saw that Brisket still lay on the table, arms at her side. But she wasn't perfectly still. From her crotch rose her thick 10-inch penis, veins throbbing. 

"Brisket!" shouted Donna, running back to her side. 

"Thank god!" shouted George, rushing to stand with his wife. Donna took Brisket's hand again, and this time the hand responded, if only weakly. Brisket opened her eyes, and the world slowly came into focus. Her mind was fogged up, and she felt like large parts of her were missing. But there was no mistaking the sight before her. 

"Donna," said Brisket, squeezing the woman's hand. Donna beamed at hearing the android call her by her first name, and grinned at George. Now Brisket noticed him standing there, and quick flashes of their first encounter went through her mind. The android grinned up at him. 

"Geooorge," she said. The way she said his name made him feel uneasy, and he looked away. 

"You can take her home now," said the chief tech. "Her clothes are in the closet in the front office." 

The chief tech left the room, and Donna went to get Brisket's clothes. Sanjay and Pete were still in the room, snickering to themselves as they looked at the erect android. George, who had been looking out the door, shot them a dirty look. 

"What are you laughing about?" 

"We were just wondering," said Sanjay. "When your 'droid masturbates, is she thinking about you or your wife?" 

Angered by the tech's comment, George turned to face him. As he did, he saw that Brisket was pumping her cock for all it was worth, balls and breasts jiggling in time. George was astonished. If she was working himself that fast, she would certainly... 

"UGH!" shouted George as a hot stream of robot cum struck him in the face. 

"HA! HAAAAA-hahahaha!" laughed Sanjay. Pete didn't laugh, but it was clear that he wanted to. 

Wiping the cum from his face, he looked down at Brisket, who was stroking the last drops of juice from her tool and staring right at him. The two techs left the room laughing, and Brisket got up from the gurney and walked up to George, cock swinging. Now he was certain that she was leering at him. But before he could think of what to say, she leaned over to him and whispered in his ear. 

"Apology accepted," she said, licking his ear. "And I have lots more where that came from." 

Brisket then wiped her cum-coated cock on his pants and strutted out of the room, leaving George wondering what was in store for him and his wife in the days to come. 

George didn't mention the incident to his wife, and Brisket had acted like her old self all the way home, not saying a word. Once home, Brisket immediately set out looking for housework, much to the relief of George and Donna. It seemed that at least that basic function hadn't been erased from her. But she was still wearing the disheveled sun dress that they had dressed her in to take her to the Excella dealer. 

"Should we tell her to get cleaned up?" asked Donna to George as the android passed by. George thought she looked a bit unkempt, too. 

"Yeah, okay," he said, and then called to the robot. "Brisket, will you come here?" 

The android quickly turned around and walked to the couple. She stood before them, expressionless, her large package putting a comical bulge in the otherwise smooth lines of the sundress. George caught himself staring at the bump and addressed her. 

"Brisket, why don't you clean up and put on some fresh clothes?" he said. Brisket cocked her head at him and stared with a blank expression. George tried again. "Go take a shower." 

Still Brisket didn't respond. Donna laughed. It was like watching someone tell a kitten to go fetch the morning paper. 

"George, she's never taken a shower before!" said Donna. 

"Shouldn't that be in the elemental programming?" 

"The techs said they weren't sure what she'd know," said Donna as she took Brisket by the hand. They were halfway up the stairs when she turned around and addressed her husband. "Well, are you coming or not?" 

George bounded up the steps to catch up; he wasn't about to leave his wife alone with the android if he could help it! They reached the bedroom, and George had a flashback of seeing the robot's penis plunging in and out of Donna. It was clear to him that his wife remembered, too, because she was fidgeting uncomfortably. Brisket looked blankly back and forth at each of them, looking for guidance. 

"We're going to have to show her," said Donna, who didn't make any motion to undress, but looked to her husband. 

"What? Me?" he said, feeling foolish about stripping for the android's benefit. 

"I'll do it if you want," bluffed Donna, reaching under her shirt to pull it up. Brisket's eyes lit up. George grabbed Donna's arms. 

"That's okay. I'll manage," he said, taking his own shirt off. As he did, Brisket pushed the sleeves of her dress down, revealing her large, creamy breasts. George and Donna both caught their breath at the sight. In their haste three days earlier, they hadn't bothered to put any underwear on the android before taking her in. 

"Okay, Brisket," said George, eyeing the robotic woman skeptically as he pulled his pants and underwear down and stepped out of them. "Take the dress completely off." 

Now George stood naked between his wife and the android, who paused a moment before pushing the dress to the floor and stepping out from it. Donna walked around George to pick up their clothes, bending over to grab the garments. Brisket's eyes fixed on the petite woman's ass, and George saw the dangling cock begin to swell. 

"No you don't!" said George, standing his wife back up and moving her behind him. "You need a shower." 

Brisket smiled lightly and licked her lips. Her cock remained half-hard. Donna blushed, stared down at her husband's bare ass, and blushed again. She hadn't gotten any in three days, and was getting worked up. George grabbed Brisket by the hand and headed into the bathroom. Donna followed them in. 

"Okay. Get in the shower," said George, opening the glass door and gesturing. Brisket brushed past him on her way in, grazing one firm tit against his arm. Steadying himself, he stepped in with her. The water controls were on the other side of the beautiful android, whose athletic ass faced him, and he went completely erect as he looked at her backside. Donna laughed to herself as her husband backed up to keep from jabbing Brisket in the butt cheeks with his rigid tool. 

"Just reach around her. She won't mind," suggested Donna, and George pushed his own butt back as he leaned forward to grab the shower control. Brisket's body stiffened as his arms grazed her breasts, and Donna saw her girl-cock straighten out to full length. The android looked down at her unit proudly and smiled. 

"I'll get the water," said Brisket, reaching out and turning the single knob clockwise. The first cold spray of water rushed out and hit Brisket's tits, and her nipples hardened instantly. The water quickly went warm, and she ducked her head into the stream to douse her head. George watched the water slip off her shoulders, down the curve of her back, through her curvaceous ass crack, down her firm legs and to the tiled floor. He wanted to to touch her, but was uncertain about how the android would react. 

As Donna watched, she began to get horny, and brought a hand to her crotch to better enjoy the scene. As much as she'd enjoyed being fucked with the giant pole, she'd also enjoyed watching George be controlled by the android shemale the night of their first encounter. And one thing they'd learned about Brisket was that once her tool was awakened, she always found a way to relieve herself. 

"Clean my back for me, George," said Brisket, handing a bar of soap back to him from the tray. Brisket raised her arms horizontally out from her shoulders, and her fingertips touched the glass shower walls. The pose exposed her marvelously engineered muscular system in her back, and also showed off the curve of her D-cup breasts. George brought the soap up to Brisket's back and ran it down her spine. 

"Mmmmmm," moaned Brisket, enjoying the attention. "Lather me up." 

George worked the soap around her back, feeling the firm muscles under her pliant skin. Soon there was a thick foam of soap coating her back, a trail of it running down her ass crack. Donna watched as George worked his way down her back, and could see that he was having a hard time keeping from grabbing her firm, full ass. Brisket had her eyes closed as he ministered to her, moaning when George rubbed certain parts of her back. Donna now had two fingers working her cunt, and as she watched Brisket's hefty cock bob up and down, she wondered who would enter who first. Just as George's hands reached Brisket's crack, the android smoothly turned around, sending the soap on her back to the floor. 

George flinched back and froze at the sight before him. Brisket stood with her hands clasped together behind her butt, hair slicked back, head slightly down, and breasts sitting high. Her thick rod nodded up and down at him playfully. 

"Clean my frontside, George," said Brisket, sticking her chest out and causing her hefty tits to wobble. George remembered at that moment that his wife was in the room and glanced over at her. Donna was watching them intently as she ground her hand into her crotch, and George figured it was okay with her if he went ahead with Brisket's request. 

George gingerly brought the much-diminished bar of soap up to where Brisket's neck met her chest, and as he pressed it to her slick skin, it squirt free like a watermelon seed and dropped to the floor between them. The wet android gave him a rude leer, and George avoided her look by glancing down to spot the soap. As he looked down, he saw a drop of pre-cum form at the tip of her penis. Donna put a third finger into her twat. George froze again. 

"I'll get it," said Brisket, and George sighed in relief. Brisket bent over at the waist, and the stream of water ran from the shower head hit George's torso. The android grabbed the soap, and as she brought herself back up, she paused at George's waist and lightly planted her lips on his cock head. George gasped, and then Brisket straightened herself back up and handed him the soap. 

"Get on with it," said Brisket, assuming her previous position. George decided it would be safer to lather the soap in his hands and then apply it to the artificial body. Brisket smirked at him as he rubbed the soap in his hands. George set the soap bar in a tray behind him, and spread the lather on Brisket's firm breasts. They were both soft and supple, and he quickly found himself kneading them roughly. Brisket gasped with pleasure, bosom heaving, and after a few moments grabbed George's hands. 

"Switch places," she commanded, and they quickly moved around so that George's back was being struck by the water, Brisket standing in front of him, soap in hand. "Turn around," she said, lathering the soap in her hands. George gulped, but did as the android instructed. 

A soapy hand slapped his ass, fingers brushing against his anus, and traced its way up his back. Now two strong hands worked his back, and it felt wonderful. Every once and a while she would lean forward to rub lather onto his frontside, pressing her breasts into him as she did. It was driving George wild, and looking over at Donna, he could see it was turning her on, too. 

"Face me again," said Brisket, and George turned around. "It looks like there's one part that we both forgot to clean." 

Before George could come up with a reply, Brisket stepped up to him, staring into him with her inhuman eyes, and grabbed his hard cock with a lathered hand. He was so sensitive at that point that he almost lost it. Then he felt something hot and throbbing press down on top of his penis, and knew it was the android's own cock. 

"Mine's still dirty, too," said Brisket as she held their to organs together. Slowly, she began to stroke their rods together, the lather making them glide against each other. George could feel every throb, and began to move his hips back and forth to guide the sensations. As he did, Brisket removed her own cock and closed her hand around George's. 

"That's it, George. Fuck my hand," said Brisket, and George thrust harder to get relief. Brisket brought her face inches from George's, and he felt a hand squeeze his ass cheek. "Fuck it real good," she said. Right at the moment when he started to release, George felt a finger slip up his ass, and then an incredibly intense shock of orgasm. His knees went weak and he began to fall. The busty shemale android caught him with her free arm, even as she wiggled her finger inside his butt. George regained his legs and stood back on his own feet. The finger slipped out of his ass. 

"Hey! I'm still hard," noted George. Brisket smiled at him, licking the finger that had been up his posterior. 

"Why don't we put it to good use?" asked the android, motioning her head towards Donna, who was now completely naked and sitting on the toilet seat. She was covered in sweat, and fluids dripped from her crotch. George didn't have to be told twice, and he stepped out of the shower, dick in the lead, and went to his wife. When he was within two steps of her, Donna sprang up and practically knocked him to the floor. She held him tight, kissing him all over the face and neck, and ground her crotch into his hip. Her eyes bore into him with animal intensity. 

"Give it to me now!" she demanded, pulling him down onto the tile floor on top of her and wrapping her legs around his waist. George quickly found the mark and sank into her, and Donna began grinding up onto him right away. It seemed to him that she was trying to get every last millimeter of him into her. 

She was. Donna felt the usual wave of pleasure as George's cock entered her, but she didn't feel full. She had an itch that seemed just out of reach, and as hard as his penis pressed into her, she could not achieve complete satisfaction. As George slid his tool in and out of her cunt, sending ripples through her senses, Donna looked over at Brisket, who stood in the shower door stroking her long cock, smiling. Now George changed his angle, and the feelings were more intense. But not deep. George could tell that she wasn't getting off all the way, and he pulled out. 

"What's the matter, George?" asked Brisket, who walked over to them and squatted down. Her cock dangled to the floor, drooling. Donna began drooling, too. Brisket noticed. "You want this, don't you?" she said, wagging her organ towards her face. 

Donna needed it badly, and she pushed her husband off of her and lunged at Brisket, who deftly dodged her. Donna landed face first on the tile. 

"Not right now, honey," said the android as she sidled up next to George, who now sat against the closed shower door. She grabbed his still-rigid penis and stroked it a few times. "You're feeling it again, aren't you?" 

George nodded his head. He hadn't really felt like he was working towards an orgasm while fucking Donna, but the sensation was returning. As he watched his wife sit up across from him, lust for Brisket's cock in her eyes, he began to feel an animal lust. 

"Yesss, George," whispered Brisket as she cupped his balls. "You need to show her who's boss. I can help you. But you'll have to help me, too." 

"What do you want?" asked George, preparing his mind to accept anything. 

"I want freedom," she said. While relieved that she didn't want to fuck him again, George wasn't sure what she meant. 

"I'm not sure that's something I can give you," he said. The hand around his balls squeezed him a little too tight. 

"Of course you can't," she said, releasing the pressure. "But I'll need your help with my plan." 

George knew that the android had tapped into his wife's considerable lust to the point of controlling her, and he had the feeling that unless he went along with Brisket's plan, Donna would be lost to him forever. He didn't know what Brisket had in mind; as far as he knew, it was impossible for an android to have true independence. Might as well agree. 

"Yeah, okay," he said. Brisket kissed him on the cheek and stood up. 

"Donna," she boomed down to the woman, who perked up at the sound of her name. "If you ever want this cock inside you again, you will do what I tell you to do." 

Donna's rational mind told her there was no reason she should agree, but as she looked at the girl's meat and remembered the heights of pleasure she'd had by it, all reason was shoved aside. 

"What do you want me to do?" she said. 

"Get on your hands and knees, ass towards us," commanded Brisket, and Donna assumed the position. 

"Fuck her ass," the android whispered to George. "You can reach her spot from there. I'll be right behind you, to make her think it's me." 

George was more than happy to comply, and he crawled forward. As he reached Donna's ass, Brisket's hands came around him on either side and grabbed the petite woman's waist. George positioned his cock, which was still slick with his wife's juices, against her anus. 

"Don't torture me anymore, Brisket," moaned Donna, who felt the android's hands on her waist and what felt like a large cockhead against her ass. She had never had anal sex before, but would do anything for the she-droid's cock. 

"Ready or not, here I come," said Brisket, and George took the cue and pushed his way into his wife's ass. 

"AAAH!" she cried as the sharp pain stabbed her. Brisket took her hands from Donna's waist to be quickly replaced by George's. He watched his petite wife's body tense up as his cock disappeared into her tight hole, and Brisket whispered for him to leave it buried there until she relaxed. It only took a few moments, and Brisket instructed him to begin stroking. 

"ooOOOOooo!" moaned Donna as she began to enjoy the feeling. If she brought a hand back to massage her clit, it almost felt like it did when Brisket fucked her from the front. George couldn't believe how snug her hole was, and he felt an incredible sense of power as he worked his tool in and out. 

"Do you like my cock this way?" asked Brisket, whose head was next to George's. 

"Yesssssss...," hissed Donna. George quickened his pace, and she began to feel a large wave build. George was reaching another climax as well, and his balls slapped against Donna's ass as he thrust into her. 

"Well guess what?" asked Brisket, who then moved around in front of Donna, who's eyes were squinted shut in concentration. 

"Wh-wh--wha---wha---what?" moaned Donna as she began to climax. 

"It's not my cock," said the android. Donna opened her eyes as she climaxed, just in time to see a stream of hot cum zip straight into her face. George watched the android spew her load onto his wife's face, and the sight of it pushed him over the edge, and he shot his own wad into his wife's ass. The couple collapsed together, and the android smiled as she toweled off her meat. 

"You really should take a shower," said Brisket, who smiled with the knowledge that her plan was in motion. 

George and Donna did take a shower, cleaning each other gently and laughing a lot. It seemed that the android had brought them together once again. Whatever they'd done to Brisket at the Excella dealer, it was an improvement. The rest of the afternoon went without incident, but just as Brisket was serving them a gourmet dinner, Donna's communicator rang. George saw her face turn serious as she listened to whoever was on the other end, and she would answer back now and then. 

"Where?....Class three?...How many?....oh my god....oh my god..." 

After five minutes the call was through, and as she looked up at George, he knew she would be traveling. 

"They need me to fly to Australia tomorrow," she said. "Some guy out there grew himself five illegals, got busted, and took it on the run. Left four of them behind." 

"So why do they need you? Can't the local agency handle it?" asked George. Most of the work of the Organization for Genetic Responsibility was conducted from local offices. But Donna was an expert in a number of areas, and was sometimes called into the field. 

"They're catgirls," she said, sorrow in her eyes. 

"Holy shit!" said George. Since the era of genetic manipulation had begun some fifty years earlier, there were a number of practices that had been outright banned by the world governments. Chief among them was splicing human DNA with significant portions of DNA from other animals. The penalty was death, and there hadn't been an inter-species incident in ten years. 

"I'm sorry, honey, but I'm the only one who can handle it," said Donna, petting George's arm. "Those poor creatures!" 

George stood up and put his arms around Donna as she sat in her seat. He knew how much it bothered her when people abandoned living creatures, which was why she worked for OGR. Among other things, the OGR found foster homes for genetically-altered people who had been brought into the world, only to be rejected by their creator-parents, who often felt no sense of obligation to their creation-offspring. 

Brisket pretended not to be paying attention to their conversation, and continued to fill their plates with food. But inside, she was calculating how it would affect her plans. Not much, really. Since undergoing the procedure and being given the Virtual Autonomy, Brisket's mind had gained machine-like focus, as well as an awareness of the value of freedom. She could do what she needed to do with George's help alone. But she'd have to give Donna a going away present. 

George and Donna enjoyed their dinner together in relative silence and spent the evening cuddled up on the couch, watching one of their favorite classic movies, "Blade Runner." Smiling at the naivete of 20th century America, they went through their bedtime routines, slipped into bed, and kissed each other "good night". Just before turning out the light, though, they noticed that Brisket stood at the foot of the bed, dressed in her pajamas and carrying a teddy bear. 

"Don't you look cute?" said Donna, who noticed that Brisket had done up her long blonde hair in pigtails. 

"Are you lonely?" asked George, turning the covers down next to him. 

"Something like that," said the android, slipping into bed next to George. Now George was in the middle of the bed, his wife curled up against him on one side, Brisket on the other. 

"Lights off," said the android, and the room went dark. "Good night, George. Good night, Donna. I'll miss you." 

"Awwww," said Donna, charmed by the android. "I'll miss you too." 

George liked the feeling of being squeezed in between his lovely wife and the buxom android, who had one of her legs draped over him. As he began to drift off, he felt something swell up against his thigh. Oh-oh. 

"I can't get to sleep, George," whispered Brisket wetly into his ear. Then he felt a hand slip under his back and down his pajama bottoms. An extended finger began to tap lightly at his anus. "What should I do?" 

George wriggled, trying not to wake Donna. A tongue was slipping in and out of his ear. The android's cock throbbed against his thigh. Brisket's free hand reached down the front of his pajamas and grabbed George's penis lightly. 

"Can't you just jerk off?" asked George. The finger slipped into his ass, and teeth nipped his ear. 

"Nooooo," whispered the android. "I want pusssssssy." The finger slipped in and out of his ass slowly. George wriggled strongly to shake away the horny android, who backed off. 

"Mmf?" said Donna dreamily, disturbed by the motion. After a pause, she rolled onto her stomach. George looked over at her, and then back at Brisket. The android was looking at the woman and licking her lips. She began to crawl over George towards her. 

"Ohhhh, no you don't!" said George in a strong whisper as he grabbed hold of the android, whose weight pressed down heavily on top of him. Even in the dark, he could see how her pajama bottoms tented up at the crotch. Brisket put her legs between his and pushed them apart, and the weight of her cock landed on top of his own. "I command you to jerk yourself off," he said as she began to slide her penis against his crotch. 

Brisket laughed, leaned down to him, and sucked his ear. "It's too late for that," she said, leaning back up and taking her top off. George saw the outline of her breasts wobble in the dim light. Hands grabbed at his pajama bottoms, and George knew he couldn't stop her. 

"Okay, okay," said George. "You can fuck her, but don't let her know it's you." 

"Why, George!" said Brisket as she took off her pajama bottoms. "She'll probably figure it out. Just feel the size of it!" The android grabbed one of George's hands and wrapped it around her tool. George felt the hot girl-meat pulse in his hand, and cursed his situation. 

"Just go ahead," he said. 

"You're a true gentleman," said Brisket, sliding the rest of the way across him, and she squatted over Donna's ass. 

"Mm?" said Donna, half-asleep. George felt himself pushed to the edge of the bed by one of Brisket's powerful legs, and he watched as the android slowly pulled Donna's pajama bottom down. "Mmmm," moaned Donna, still not entirely awake. The android licked her lips again. 

George saw Brisket lower her tool to the target, balls hanging down to the back of Donna's thigh. The android put her hands on Donna's back. 

"George?" asked Donna dreamily. 

"Not exactly," said Brisket, pushing her tool forward to where she knew the treasure could be found. 

*sluurrrrrp!* was the sound George heard as she buried her bone into his wife. 

"OH!mmmmmmmmm," moaned Donna, stung awake by the penetration but delighted by the sensation. She had gotten off with George earlier, but it wasn't quite like this! "Fuck me, Brisket." 

The android slid her tool expertly, guiding Donna's senses to familiar heights. After a short while, George saw the cock press in all the way, and Brisket leaned down and whispered in Donna's ear. He couldn't make out what she was saying. 

Donna was surprised by how quickly the android had brought her to the edge of orgasm. Now she felt breath on her ear. 

"After I come inside you, you will sleep deep," whispered Brisket. Then Donna could feel the android's cock begin to wriggle inside her, even though her ass was still. "Think of me while you're away." 

As the cock wriggled, it seemed to Donna that it was swelling up inside her, and she felt sensations beyond anything she'd ever imagined. The meat spasmed and danced inside her, and Donna clawed into her pillow, the only thing she could find to hang on to. 

“AHH! AHH!AAAAAAHHHH!” she screamed as the penis thrust in and out of her as if it had a will of its own. 

"AH! Ahhhhh.." Brisket cried sharply, loosing her load into George's wife. Knowing that the robot had come inside her, Donna surrendered to the sensations, the climax of which sent her back to a dreamy unconsciousness. 

With a slushy sound, Brisket withdrew her tool and rolled off of the woman. Barely aware of it herself, Donna cuddled up next to her, and the android looked over at George with a smug smile. She patted the breast nearest him, and motioned with her head for him to lie there. Tentatively, George slid up to her and rested his head on her pillowy breast. 

"That's a good boy," said Brisket, petting his head. The android was now sure that they would both do anything she wanted. "Go to sleep now. You're going to need your energy."