Part 6: Brisket's Recipe 
by Sol Oliver

Donna was more than ready to come home; she'd barely had a moments rest since arriving in Australia . Whether it was in the lab trying to pinpoint genetic modifications, interviewing the parties involved, or working with the catgirls themselves, she was always in demand. Although it had been tiring, in many ways she was glad to have been away for three weeks. It gave her time to think about everything that had happened back home with her husband and their satyr of an android. 

When Donna- first ordered Brisket, she only intended to teach her occasionally philandering husband a lesson, and to assure herself of his devotion to her. But as she watched the lustful robot probe George's ass with uncanny skill that first night, a primal urge had welled up inside of her, and it wasn't long until she too had succumbed to the android and her ministrations. And something else stirred inside her as the robot had played her body, sending her to heights previously unknown to her. But was it more than her strong natural lust, which she had been more than happy to unleash solely on George for all their years of marriage? When she first left for her trip, she wasn't sure. 

But given three weeks away from the physical adventures with the well-hung 'droid, her more confusing emotions had ebbed, even if a physical pang remained. And as she stepped off of the ballistic transport at the city port, her body and mind were primed and ready to give George the fuck of his life. She just hoped that she could contain herself enough not to jump him the moment she spotted him in the waiting area, and her skin twitched as she looked for him. But he didn't seem to be anywhere. For the past week they'd only played phone tag, but he'd answered her e-mail about her flight home. Maybe he was caught in traffic... 

"Mrs. Latrell?" 

Donna turned around to see a young man in his twenties holding a sign with her name on it. He looked familiar to her. 

"Do I know you?" she asked. The man smiled. 

"I'm Sanjay Wilson," he said, reaching to pick up Donna's suitcase, which she had set down. 

"You're from the Excella dealer, aren't you?" said Donna, remembering. "What are you doing here?" 

"I've been doing some work for you and your husband, uh, on the side. He sent me to pick you up," said Sanjay, leading her down the corridor to the parking lot. "I think you'll be pretty pleased with my progress so far." 

"Oh, great," said Donna, too tired to even ask what he was talking about. The whole ride home, Sanjay spouted technical jargon at her, and while he seemed to be very excited, she barely understood a single phrase. The word "unimpressed" kept coming up, and he spoke the word with childlike excitement as if he were talking about a birthday cake. But Donna just let her tired thoughts drift where they would and tuned him out. Despite her inattention, Sanjay was still jabbering away as they pulled into the driveway. 

"So do you want to see her?" asked Sanjay as he applied the parking brake. 

"See who? Brisket?" asked Donna, snapping out of a daydream. 

"Wow, you're really out of it!" said Sanjay with a laugh. "You'd better get some rest. Just come down into the lab-- that is, the basement -- when you want to check her out." Once inside the house, Sanjay disappeared downstairs, and Donna stood in the foyer trying to figure out just what was going on. 

It had been Brisket's original intention for Donna's return to be a surprise gift to George. The android had used him severely in the past week or so, fulfilling her own drives as she waited for her creation to come to fruition. And now that her prototype was on the verge of life, she thought she would get a kick out of watching the man and woman tear each other apart. The android hadn't touched George for two days (and hadn't let him touch himself, either) so that he would be in prime shape for his wife's return. She even had to reject several of his advances, so accustomed had he become to her attentions. Brisket contented herself with Sanjay's eager cock, letting the man romp over her as he wished. It wasn't ideal, but if keeping him happy would make her dream come true, so be it. 

But now as she looked next to her on the bed at George's naked, smiling, snoozing and oozing body, she realized that she never had any intention of letting him have Donna first. As soon as Sanjay had been dispatched to the port, she'd made a beeline for the multimedia room, where George sat staring at the moving images. 

"Break's over," she'd said, picking him up bodily from the couch and practically dragging him up the stairs. Brisket's own processors had apparently put a whole plan together, keeping it from her general consciousness, and she felt like she was watching herself from outside her engineered body as she shoved him forcefully into the bedroom. It seemed she wasn't ready to let him go. Or was it Donna that she wasn't going to give up? Her processors were only feeding her immediate impulses and didn't allow her any leeway to sort it out. For now, she knew it was time again to break him. 

"Sit," she commanded. But the man stayed on his feet, rubbing his arm where it had knocked against the doorframe. Over the past week, George felt like he and Brisket had found a comfortable equilibrium, and her actions now were puzzling to him. Not that he wasn't plenty horny himself. Somehow he hadn't been Sable to reach Donna in well over a week, and all of his lust was channeled to the masterful robot, who always seemed to know when he was ripe for the picking. 

But in the past two days she had denied him in every way possible. Not only did she not call him to service her, but she blew off his own advances, and the one time he tried masturbating resulted in an uncomfortable and unstimulating hour in cuffs. And now she'd pushed him to the bedroom, staring at him with a cold look he hadn't seen since before Sanjay had been recruited nearly two weeks before. George studied her Amazonian frame, barely covered by an ash-grey pair of running shorts and sports halter. Her package put a grapefruit-sized bulge in the synthetic fabric of her shorts, but at the moment he was more focused on the curves of her figure. Her full, rounded hips and barely-contained breasts were triggering George's more aggressive instincts, and he could already feel his hands grabbing hold of her slender waist. But he knew the odds of Brisket letting him have his way with her the way Sanjay would were slim. And in the back of his mind he wondered to himself whether or not he'd be completely satisfied. 

Brisket quickly identified the look in his eye and smiled wickedly. So he was thinking about challenging her. Certainly he must know that he would be defeated, but perhaps that was what he wanted. She'd been quite unfair with him, pushing him away completely. Of course he didn't know that she had intended to push him back to Donna, so maybe this was his way of forcing her back to him. And now as he eyed her, not as his master but as a sexual object, her hunger for his submission grew strong. After days of fulfilling his needs as much as he did hers, she felt a bit hurt that he would turn on her this way, even if it was partly her fault. Either way, she knew just what to do. 

"Is this what you want, George?" asked Brisket, turning her back. Bending over, she stuck her ass out towards him as she bent over. "It's a nice ass, isn't it?" From her jackknife position, the android pulled the gray shorts down off of her round ass, and spread her cheeks apart. George took a step towards her, and Brisket stood back up and turned around. 

George had been mesmerized by Brisket's smooth hind quarters, but now before his eyes dangled the light brown cock that had controlled him from within so many times. He stopped, and a familiar twitch kicked in his belly. Brisket watched the man stare at her organ, and for a moment his body language changed. She was quite aware that taking his pleasure of her was not his real desire, and that her penis was a highly visual symbol of how she could fulfill him. But his testosterone was running strong, and he went back into his defiant stance. Brisket turned around and bent over again. 

"Well, come on," she said, arms extended down, hands holding her knees. George undid his pants and pushed them to the floor along with his underwear, and then clumsily stepped out of each shoe and kicked his clothes to the side. His cock was completely hard, and as he approached his target he kept expecting the android to turn back around. But now he had his hands on her waist, and his cock rested against her bunghole. He paused. 

"What are you waiting for?" asked Brisket. The man's penis head pressed a little harder, and the android tightened her artificial muscles to block entry. "Aren't you a man?" 

No matter how hard he pressed, George couldn't get inside her, and it started to excite him knowing that he would soon pay for thinking he could take her. In a flash of motion Brisket stood up and clenched her ass cheeks together, grabbing George's cock between them. George tried to pull back, but she had a firm grip. Keeping hold of his penis, Brisket tottered to the closet, and George struggled to keep his feet as he was pulled along. Through the android's long blonde hair George could see her reach for a hanger and pull it from the closet. Her ass cheeks released his cock and he stumbled back. Brisket turned around to face him. Something dangled behind her back. 

"Do me a favor, hon, and help me take off my top," she said, a firm look in her eye. George was more than happy to help free Brisket's glorious tits, and sprang to the task. His eager hands grabbed at the tight halter. "SLOW-ly, please!" 

George took a deep breath and curled his fingers under the bottom edge of the garment. His knuckles pressed into her warm artificial flesh, and Brisket let out a great sigh. As he lifted up, George noticed how the weight of the android's breasts made the cloth bulge and flex, and soon the curves of the bottom of her breasts were visible. 

"Gooood," said Brisket, enjoying the way the cloth slid along her chest. The halter top grazed over her hardening nipples and snapped up under her armpits. The android stepped away from George, deposited the hanger and its item on the bed, and freed herself from the halter top entirely. Brisket looked down to admire the way her feminine flesh moved, oblivious to gravity. With one finger she beckoned the man to her side as she stood by the bed with her back to him. As George stepped up to stand hip-to-hip with the curvy robot she put an arm around his waist, resting her hand on his pelvis point. George looked at the bed and saw that Brisket had pulled a teddy from the closet. 

"One of us is going to wear that," said Brisket, patting him on the ass. "And since my cock is larger, I say that it'll be you." Brisket tested the heft of her tool and then grazed her hand over George's, which was semi-hard. George blushed at being shown up once again by the well-equipped woman, and she kissed him lightly on the ear. "Go on, now." 

George leaned over and grabbed the silky garment, which he and Donna had bought for the android early on, but which she had never worn. As he stood back up he felt a finger graze up his crack. 

"That's my girl," cooed Brisket, who then stepped away towards the door and turned around to watch George. Sheepishly, he brought the light blue garment over his head and let it fall down over him. Lacy straps touched down lightly on his shoulders, and he felt more vulnerable now than he did naked. Brisket began to fiddle with her balls, and her shaft began to rise. He was accepting his role; he knew what was good for him. 

"Turn around for me," she said, holding her penis with one hand. 

"Brisket!" 

"Turrrrrrn...." 

George spun around slowly, and as he did he could feel the teddy catch the air around him and send it up between his legs. Brisket let go of her dick to clap her hands in delight, causing the great tube of girl-meat to bob up and down. 

"I'm so glad you're my girl, Donna!" said Brisket, sweeping up to George, putting an arm around his waist, and leading him in a music-less waltz. George tripped over his own feet, not used to being led when dancing. 

"Did you just call me....?" 

"Donna," said Brisket, dipping the lingerie-clad George. "I've missed you." Brisket gave George a long, slow, deep kiss, and he lost his feet. Brisket caught him, laid him back on the bed, and slid on top of him. George felt her move his hands up behind his head, and she kissed him on the neck. 

"Ooohhhh," moaned George, who tried to move his hands to grab hold of the android's firm body. Brisket matched his resistence, keeping his hands in place under his head. 

"Tsk-tsk!" clucked Brisket. Leaving one hand to hold George's wrists, she slipped the other under the teddy and worked it up his torso until it was at his right breast, which she squeezed lightly. "What a slut! I already made it to second base," she growled as she caressed his chest and gave him another deep kiss. George's whole body was tingling, and then he realized that he had been rolled onto his side. One hand was still on his man-tit, while the other had begun stroking his cock. 

"Mmmmmm," moaned George as his senses were drenched. Brisket lay on her side behind him, tits fast against his back, thighs pressed against his. 

"I found your clit," said Brisket as she stroked him. "Third base!" She was playing him like a musical instrument, and she enjoyed his movements as he writhed against her. The metaphor only had one place to go, so Brisket took her hand off of George's cock and lifted his top leg up, even as she continued to work his tit. 

"Ohhhh," said George as he felt a warm, spongy presence at his opening. "Please fuck me, Brisket." 

"Call me George," she said, giving his tit a hard squeeze. 

"Fuck me...George..." 

"I love you, Donna," said Brisket, pushing firmly forward into George's hole. 

"AAHahaaaaa..," said George, welcoming the firm intruder back inside him. Laying sideways, the feeling was a new one. He felt like a marionette guided by three rods, the largest of which was now buried all the way inside his belly. Brisket enjoyed the silky feel of the teddy against her breasts, inspiring her to stroke her womanhood into George with great feeling, cresting him time and again. She closed her eyes, and it almost felt like she really was screwing Donna. She began stroking faster. 

"Oh...Oh!..Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH!" yelped George as Brisket's sizeable tubesteak rumbled in and out of him, making his ass cheeks quake. He could tell she was reaching the end, which was good because he was on the verge himself. The giant cock pushed all the way into him and quivered. 

"What's my name?" hissed Brisket into George's ear. 

"George!" 

"NO!" she yelled, sliding her rod out halfway..."I'm Brisket!"...and slamming it back home. The man's body stiffened just as hers did, and her fluids passed into him. Brisket continued to massage his tit, gently, for another minute, and planted soft kisses on his back. George soon fell into a nap, and the android slipped her tool out of him. She was still half-hard, which was just as her processors had planned it, for she knew that the real Donna would soon be home. 

Donna hadn't expected to find anyone on the first floor, but she checked it just the same. The viewing screen was still on in the multimedia room, and she switched it off. Other than that, there were no signs of life. A strange feeling crept over her, and she knew that the android Brisket had been up to something while she was away. She grew nervous and, despite herself, a little bit excited as she envisioned the android's powerful digit rushing through her warm, soft flesh. Of course, she was feeling horny enough to fuck a doorknob, which she actually contemplated on her way upstairs. All was quiet, but as she approached the master suite she could hear someone stirring. Two feet padding to the bathroom. Running water. The medicine cabinet opening, then closing again. Donna pushed the door open slowly and stepped in, and was met by an unexpected sight. 

It was George, heading back to the bed, wearing one of the teddies that they'd bought for Brisket. He stopped dead in his tracks and dropped the small tube of Preparation-H that he'd been holding. 

"D-Donna!?!" 

"George?" 

They stood for twenty seconds just looking at each other, equally surprised for different reasons. Neither knew quite what to say, and fortunately there was a third party in the room to break the silence. 

"Welcome home," said Brisket from the bed. She was sitting up against the headboard, quite naked, and covered from her breasts down with a bed sheet. "Aren't you going to kiss your wife, George?" 

George turned beet red, unsure of just how he should react. On the one hand, he was thrilled to see his wife again, even if unexpectedly. He wanted to gush out about everything that had happened, and how happy he was that she was home. On the other hand, he was wearing women's lingerie and had the robot's warm fluids crammed up his ass. 

Donna kept trying to form words, and kept failing. She had been looking forward to seeing George, but this wasn't what she had in mind. It was clear from the way she found the bodies that this was a post-sex scene, and a range of thoughts and emotions washed through her. She felt cheated on, but she couldn't figure out exactly why. It was well established that the robot liked to fuck. And why shouldn't George have his fun with the android? Well, he just shouldn't. And he was useless to her at the moment, given his clearly drained state. 

But his eyes were looking straight into her, and Donna's own gaze softened to him despite her anger and confusion. She tried to stifle a giggle as she realized how ridiculous George looked in the teddy. It was actually kind of cute to her. Hearing his wife's laugh made George laugh, too, though he still blushed. Donna came up to him, reached up to grab his head, and stood up on her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his forehead. 

"Did you have fun while I was away?" asked Donna as she put her arms around his waist and rest her head against his chest. 

"Sort of," replied George, losing himself in his wife's embrace. If he hadn't been so recently drained, and if his ass didn't ache so much, he knew that this tender cuddle would make way for more intimate expressions. Donna was already pressing herself hard against him, and her fingernails were tracing hard lines along his back. 

"Don't I get a kiss?" asked the android from the bed. George felt Donna's body tense up, and her hands stopped moving. He heard the sheets rustle behind him, and in a moment felt the robot's flesh pressing against his backside. Her arms reached around him and embraced both he and his wife together. "Don't you just love family?" 

Brisket slid her hands down Donna's skirt and began massaging her ass cheeks, making her moan. Donna pressed her small, firm breasts against George's chest, which he found to be a nice sensation, particularly with the android's tits mashed against his back. Donna's mouth found his, and she pressed against his lips with vigor. George felt Brisket back away, and then felt himself pulled from his wife. 

"Undress and get on the bed, Donna," said Brisket, holding George in front of her by the waist. "It's been too long." 

Donna looked confused for a moment, but she was more than ready to satisfy her urges. She quickly shed every scrap of clothing she wore, laying bare her shapely and petite figure, and went to sit in the middle of the bed. 

"Lay back," commanded Brisket, and Donna slid herself back so that her head was on a pillow. She saw the android whisper into her husbands ear, and he nodded. Brisket gave him a good shove, and he landed face first in Donna's crotch. 

"Oh!" gasped Donna as George's chin glanced off of her swelling clitoris. Looking down, she saw his face peek up at her, and then it was shoved back down by Brisket, who had pounced onto the bed after him. "AH!" cried Donna as George's face mashed into her sensitive organ. 

"Eat her out for me, George," said Brisket as she sidled up next to Donna, who felt her husband's tongue begin to trace around her cunt hole. As he did, she felt Brisket's mouth working her breast, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the twin sensations. Clockwise went George's tongue, pressing firmly now and then, flicking against her swollen bud. Brisket worked her torso with a matching intensity, squeezing her breasts and releasing gasps from the woman's lungs. George's tongue went rigid, and he darted it quickly in and out of her slick space. 

"Oh, Geoooorge!" cooed Donna, who spread her legs wide apart. She felt long hair brush against her face, and opened her eyes to see the android's beautiful and grinning face. 

"You like that, huh?" said Brisket, hopping on top of Donna. Bucking her ass backwards, the android pushed George's head out of Donna's crotch. "George, find somewhere else to put that tongue of yours." 

Taking the cue, George buried his face in Brisket's ass. The android began walking back towards him on her knees, always keeping her ass in position, until she was down Donna's body far enough to have a front-row view of the woman's pussy. George kept rimming the android the entire time, and began to feel like he was getting hard again. 

Looking down her body, Donna saw Brisket's face poised to strike, tits resting against her thighs. Behind the android's ass, which was perched up in the air, she could see her husband's head snacking away. Brisket opened her mouth slightly, and out slithered her tongue. Keeping her head still, the robot's tongue snaked down to lick Donna's crack from bottom to top, extending a good six inches to do so, and then furled back up into her mouth. Donna gasped. 

"That's enough, George," said Brisket, kicking backwards just enough to push him off her ass. "I've got work to do." 

Putting her hands against the inside of Donna's thighs, Brisket lowered her mouth to the woman's moist entrance. Donna closed her eyes and felt a small wet nub tickling her entrance, flitting about and making her burn. Then it retreated, replace only by hot breath against her clit, which strained to gather the subtle sensation. Then her world began to spin. 

Like a worm burrowing into soft mud, Brisket's supple tongue pressed through Donna's fertile loam, making a sound like fingers pressing into a jar of cold cream. 

"MmmmmmAhhh!" moaned Donna, letting herself open up to the probing intruder. Sliding back out, the tongue made a slow lap around her labial lips, pulled back, and pressed firmly inside once more. 

"Ohhhhhh...." 

Brisket reveled in her control of the woman, enjoying her taste and every sound she made. She reached up to massage Donna's tits, causing her whole body to writhe, pushing herself down further onto the android's extended tongue. 

"Oh, yesssssss," moaned Donna, who began gyrating her hips. That was the limit for Brisket, whose own mighty tool was more than due for a dip in the pool. She slipped her tongue back out of the woman and sat up before her. Donna opened her eyes and looked up at her, and spread her legs even wider. Her eyes fixed on the fully-rigid gal-poker, which was already coated with a thick glaze of pre-cum. Brisket savored the moment, the woman's body surrendered to her disposal. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see George standing by the bed, rigid cock in hand. 

"All fours, Donna," said Brisket, and the woman rolled over and propped herself up in the doggie position. "George, come here." The man was quickly at the android's side, and she pet his ass with one lazy hand. Before them, Donna's ass was dripping with anticipation. "Take her," said Brisket, and George moved forward to comply. She watched him line up his relatively puny tool and gently sink it home. 

"Ohhhh," moaned Donna, happy to be filled again, pushing back against the cock. For George, it was the sweetest feeling in a long time, and he began stroking with great intensity. His wife brought a hand back to massage her clit as her husband's meat worked in and out of her. 

"Mm! Mm!" grunted George as he found a rhythm. "I love you, Donna..." 

Before she could reply to him, George was nearly knocked back by Brisket, who had hopped up and now stood astride Donna's ass. George's head was level with the android's ass, and he could see her testicles dangling low. 

"Put it all the way in and keep it there, George," said Brisket over her shoulder. The man complied, concentrating to keep from coming. Donna felt Brisket's hands come down lightly on her back, and then the android's nut sack graze across her butt. Then something warm and hard was stretching her limits, joining the meat that had already been inserted inside her. It was hard for her not to scream as Brisket's cock opened her wider and pushed in twice as deep. George felt the pressure, too, and wasn't sure if he could extract himself if he tried. He had to lean back a bit as Brisket's ass began to slowly thrust back and forth, but still his penis was pinned to his wife's walls. He felt the warmth all around him, as well of the friction of the android's unit sliding along his topside. 

"Ow! Ah! AH! Ah! AH! Ah! AH!..." yelled Donna as the twin meat stick deformed her insides. It felt like another body had crawled into her twat, and she must certainly explode soon. George couldn't take any more, and he released a weak load into his wife, shrunk down, and was expelled from her depths. Brisket rocked her hips way back, bumping him down onto the bed, and forward again to bury herself all the way into Donna. Grabbing one of the woman's legs, she spun her body around slowly so that she rested on the bed more or less sideways, cock still buried to the hilt. Wrapping both her arms around Donna's leg, Brisket began to pump in and out of her, slowly. Donna gasped and moaned, digging her hands into the bed sheets, praying the sensations would end at the same time she wished them to last forever. George marveled at how the android fucked his wife with grace and power. 

Donna felt Brisket pull out of her, and on instinct got onto her back and spread her legs wide. It was time for both of their completion, and the android smiled down at the woman. The larger Brisket closed in on the petite Donna, making entry as she landed on top of her. 

"Ahhhh..." moaned Donna, as much from feeling Brisket's warm body on top of her as from the penetration. "Fuck me haaard..." 

It was just what the android had in mind, and Brisket felt Donna's hands grip onto her back. George watched Brisket's girl tool slide out slowly, and then JAB! it stabbed back in. 

"AH!" cried Donna. Slowly the cock slithered out, and then JAB! JAB! JAB! three quick thrusts, the last one burying deep. 

"A-A-AHH!" yelled Donna, whose legs wrapped around Brisket's ass as she panted. "More...more...faster..." 

Brisket let herself go, gliding her throbbing prick in and out of the woman in a quick, steady rhythm. Each thrust drew a gasp or a whelp, rising to a fevered crescendo as the pistoning quickened. Looking down at Donna's strained face, Brisket let herself lose control, and her testicles released their hot fluid into the clenching woman. Out of breath herself, Brisket slipped out of Donna and lay down beside her. 

George crawled onto the bed on the other side of Donna, and for a moment Brisket considered chasing him off. But as he lay next to his wife, the woman put one arm around him, and the android decided not to deny him this pleasure. Besides, Donna's other hand was resting across her own hefty breasts. And if Sanjay was making the progress he claimed on her little project, her own dream might soon come true. 

Once again, Brisket was making omelets, but this time for three. Sanjay Wilson had taken up residence part-time in the Latrell household as he worked on Brisket's prototype android. George explained to Donna before heading downstairs about how Brisket had roped the 'droid tech into working for her, under the guise that the project was being commissioned by the two of them. George didn't know exactly what was being created or why; Brisket wouldn't tell him, and he wasn't allowed to go to the basement lab. And getting information out of Sanjay had been useless, as he only talked in highly technical terms. So they were both surprised when, at the end of breakfast, Brisket invited them to the basement. Sanjay was excited about it, too. He was happy that someone would get to see his handiwork. 

Down they went, and despite the familiar surroundings, it felt to George like a scene out of "Frankenstein". But even with all of the technical equipment in the basement living room, it was definitely still their home. Most of the equipment looked like the machines found at the Excella dealer, but other items were less familiar to them. There were body molds, piles of wire and odd-looking mechanical parts, and diagrams strewn about the room. And in the center of it all was a gurney covered with one of the Latrell's flowered bed sheets, under which lay the obvious shape of a body. Sanjay began darting around the room, turning on various machines as Brisket looked on. George and Donna grabbed each other's hand. 

"In my short consciousness, I've learned a lot about my own being," said Brisket, dressed in bathrobe and slippers. "And through some quirk in my creation, I've been able to manipulate my environment more than an android is supposed to be allowed." She gave George a hard look and licked her lips. "But from everything I've learned, both from the data files locked in my processors and from the Excella central computers, I couldn't find a way to become truly autonomous." 

"But I have," said Sanjay, who now stood next to the gurney. "Although unstable, an unimpressed consciousness can be created by stripping a new core of all primary, secondary, and tertiary conditioning. Shutdown would be the usual result, but I discovered this was only due to a fail-safe hardware feature that can be disabled, with some difficulty." 

"What my little friend is trying to say," said Brisket, "is that there's no reason I should be permanently bound to anyone." Now Brisket looked at Donna with a mixed expression. Donna had often felt that the android felt a strong bond to her, but had never thought that it might be part of her programming. But she and George were still confused. 

"Let my try again to explain," said Sanjay, thinking hard. "By creating an android that operates purely from its core, without any other hardware or programming to dictate to it, it should be able to follow its own will." 

"But how would that help Brisket?" asked George. But Donna had already figured it out. 

"Because Sanjay figured out a way to transfer Brisket's consciousness to the new core?" she said. 

"Yes!" yelled Sanjay, thrilled that his work was understood. 

"Wouldn't that be kind of dangerous?" asked George. He knew that there had been incidents with earlier models of androids because of autonomy issues. Lives were lost. 

"That's not my problem," said Brisket, grabbing hold of the bed sheet draped over the gurney. "And there's still some testing to be done." Brisket pulled hard on the sheet, and it flipped into the air and onto the ground. "Meet Brisket 2.0." 

George and Donna peered down at the metal table and saw an android that looked quite similar to, but not exactly the same, as Brisket. Tall and blonde, she was stunning. The first difference that George noticed was that the new 'droid's breasts, while still large, were not as cartoonish as the original's. Her face was also more refined and realistic. Brisket II's face actually had a few small blemishes. The other obvious difference was that the new 'droid had no penis. 

"I wanted a body that could fool most humans," explained Brisket. Donna looked at the android skeptically. 

"Won't you miss, uh, you know..." she said, dancing around the obvious. 

"My cock?" finished Brisket, opening her robe and taking her flaccid meat in her hand. "Don't worry. Sanjay came up with some interesting solutions." Sanjay beamed proudly and nodded his head. 

"Is she, um, alive?" asked George as stepped up to the gurney and looked down at the beauty. The new 'droid didn't seem to be breathing, but that didn't always mean that an android was inactive. 

"I haven't brought her online yet, no," said Sanjay. "But she's ready for initial tests." Now Brisket walked over to her creation and ran her hands over its face, down the neck, over its firm breasts, and down to the navel. 

"It won't be long, though," said Brisket. George noticed that there were heavy straps attached to the table, and now Brisket was binding the android to the table. "It's time for the first test." Sanjay stepped up to a console next to the gurney and began keying in information. 

"What's going to happen?" asked Donna, who once again stood with George, hand in hand. 

"Well," said Sanjay, not stopping his typing, "if things work right, the new 'droid will become functional. Aside from that, we're not really sure how it will react." 

"Because it doesn't have any specific programming?" asked George. 

"Riiiight," said Sanjay. "It will only be guided by natural instructions straight from its core. Which, by the way, is a close match with Brisket's." 

"Naturally," said Brisket, whose eyes glowed with anticipation. 

"But what will happen when it's time for you to transfer to the new body?" asked Donna. 

"I'll swap out the memory cache with Brisket's," said Sanjay. 

"But won't that, uh, 'kill' the new 'droid?" asked Donna. Brisket's face went sour. 

"Without any kind of programming, it's doubtful it will even have a true consciousness," she snapped. "I have to know for sure that the body and processors will function." George and Donna both stepped back from the gurney, and Brisket collected herself again. "Turn it on, Sanjay." 

With the press of a single key, several displays began to flicker with information. Other than that, there were no dramatic signs that anything extraordinary was happening. After ten minutes, all of the displays read "Procedure Complete", and all four of them looked down at the new android. Sure enough, her chest was slowly rising and falling. 

"Excellent!" shouted Brisket, who walked over to Sanjay and gave him a big kiss on the lips. As she did, her cock rose up and grazed against his crotch. 

"Easy there!" said Sanjay, stepping back. "It's too early to celebrate yet. Her autonomic systems work, but it'll take a while to know if the core is engaged. Up to a week." 

"Yes, you told me that before," said Brisket, crossing her arms in a mild pout. 

"How will we know if it works right," asked Donna. 

"Can't say for sure," said Sanjay. "But I'm sure it will be obvious. I'll be monitoring her around the clock." 

"Show's over, kids," said Brisket. "It's time to leave Sanjay to his work. Up!" Brisket shooed George and Donna up the stairs, and then came back down to the lab. Sanjay had his head buried in a monitor. Brisket was still half-hard, and thought for a moment about seducing the tech. She'd always let him have his way, but with George's ass spent for the moment and Donna's twat in a state of grief, his was the next logical hole for her relief. But she needed him to be sharp, and had yet another task for him. 

"While you wait for sleeping beauty to wake up, I have another assignment for you," said Brisket as she massaged his shoulders. She allowed herself to press her crotch into his back. Sanjay flinched, and she backed up. 

"Sure," said Sanjay. "As long as I'm near the monitors." 

"Good," said Brisket. "I need you to construct a prosthesis. You'll find the specs in a file called 'DL_fun'..." 

Many of the perennials in the backyard gardens were beginning to bloom, and George picked a crocus and handed it to Donna. She kissed him sweetly on the cheek, and they sat down on a stone bench in front of a small fountain. The garden had been Donna's idea, and it was she who usually spent time drifting through its cool paths. As he sat with his wife, George understood the appeal of the place, and wondered why he hadn't spent more time there. It was a peaceful oasis that seemed far away from the rest of the world, even from the house. Donna took his hand in hers. 

"What do you think will happen?" asked George, who was intoxicated by the mingling scents given off by the garden. 

"With what?" asked Donna blankly. 

"Well, with Brisket," said George. "Can't we be arrested for what we're letting her do?" Donna curled up next to him and began tracing lines on his thigh, under his robe. 

"I think we need to let her find her own fate," said Donna. "It's just like with the genetic cases. Just because a consciousness was created by a human doesn't mean that it doesn't have its own soul. Weren't we both created by humans?" 

"Yes, but it's different." 

"Is it?" 

Donna kissed George tenderly, and he returned it with equal emotion. Now his wife had latched onto his cock, and was stroking it to full hardness as she assaulted his neck with kisses. 

"Mmmm..." moaned George, giggling as Donna sucked hard on his neck, giving him a hickey. "Cut it out!" Donna unlatched her lips and re-planted them on another part of his neck. 

"You mine, George Latrell," she said after finishing her handiwork, stroking his cock firmly for emphasis. 

"Aren't you still sore?" asked George. "I'm not complaining or anything..." 

"Don't worry about me," said Donna. "I'm sure we can think of something." George leaned over and kissed her, and pushed back her robe as she lay back on the bench. Her head hung off the end, and George ravished her neck and shoulders with wet kisses. "Gooood," sighed Donna. "Now lower." 

George worked his way down his wife's lithe body, lavishing attention on every square inch. When he got to her belly button, she sat up. George moved back, and Donna grabbed his arms to steer him so that he was laying down on the bench. Above his head, Donna's thighs and snatch appeared, dripping pungent fluid onto his chin. She looked down at him with an inquisitive look. 

"Okay," said George, and Donna lowered herself until her crotch rested on his lower face. George's lips groped upward, latching onto her lips with suction. 

"Mmmmm..." moaned Donna, moving herself to best apply his efforts. She had never sat on his face this way, but something about the way she had seen him used by Brisket had given her new ideas. George had always followed her lead, sexually, and with great eagerness, but it was still satisfying that he was letting her take him in new directions. As she began grinding herself onto him, it made perfect sense to her. It didn't matter what it was that they did together. The important part was that it was an experience that they shared together, that she led them on, and it was an extension of their feelings for each other that led them to explore. 

"*ack*--splrr--*ack*!" sputtered George. Oops! She'd been enjoying her ride so much that she forgot that he needed to breathe. 

"Sorry," she said matter-of-factly, lifting up enough for him to gasp in some air. His tongue shot up and surprised her; the new game was still on track. She felt a strong desire for she-wasn't-sure-what. She wanted to swallow him whole. Spit him out. Hold him to her, push him away, and hold him again. She ground and ground, the familiar electric waves swelling up... 

"Aren't you enterprising?" said Brisket. Donna froze. 

"How long have you been there?" she asked. 

"Long enough to get reeeeally horny," answered Brisket. The android dropped her robe to the path, and her tits jiggled a bit as her cock bobbed up and down. "By all means continue." she said, grabbing her penis and lowering her eyelids. Donna looked down at George, who seemed unnerved by the android's presence. 

"Um..." said Donna, still perched over her husbands face. Brisket strode forward, put her hands on the woman's shoulders, and pushed her down. 

"Umf!" said George as he got a fresh mouthful of snatch. 

"That's it," said Brisket, moving her hands to Donna's hips, guiding them to grind just so. "Feels good, doesn't it? Grunt!" 

"Um! Um! Um!" grunted Donna with each sharp thrust. George spat and gasped in his attempts to gather air and expel juices and hair. 

"Good!" said Brisket, grabbing the petite woman by the waist and lifting her off of George's face. George took a few deep breaths and sat up. Brisket stood behind Donna, who felt a hand dabbling at her clit, and she thrust forward to try and keep the sensations going. 

"Yes, good!" shouted Brisket, who began tapping the woman's clit. "You know that a woman's clitoris is very similar to a man's penis." Brisket grabbed Donna by the hips, drew her towards her, and thrust a few times. As she did, Donna's own hips moved forward in the same motion. A motion that Donna imagined George made when they made love. 

"What do you want me to do?" asked Donna, not certain what to make of Brisket's behavior. 

"I want you to do what *you* want to do," said Brisket cryptically. "George, get on your hands and knees for your wife." 

Confused, George got off the bench and crawled on the stone path. Donna watched him set up on all fours, which both amused and aroused her. Brisket walked Donna forward to him, still up against her back. A finger returned to her clit. 

"I want you to pretend that your little nub is a cock," said Brisket, lowering the woman down until she stood on her knees behind George. Donna felt foolish, and looked back at the android. "Well, go on. FUCK him. You do want to be fucked by your wife, do you not?" 

"Yes, Brisket," said George, who was excited at the prospect of being "mounted" by the woman he had coupled with so many times. Brisket grabbed Donna's hands and put them on George's hips. "Fuck him." 

Brisket stepped back, and Donna grasped George by the waist. She brought one hand back to her clit and imagined that it was longer and thicker. Sensations began to swell up in her belly, and she brought her hips up against George's ass. Her clit-cock demanded stimulation, and she pressed her hips forward hard. Her lips, clit, and George's flesh all mashed together, and George tensed up. He was at her command. Back and forth she began to grind, imagining herself entering his ass and remembering Brisket's earlier instruction. 

"Um! Um! UM!" she grunted with each "stroke", increasing the illusion in her mind. George was grateful at the moment that there was no actual penetration, and felt a shock of pleasure with each of his wife's thrusts. His cock was stone hard, and as he began to wish for some release, a wave of blonde hair flashed in front of his face. 

"You take care of me, I take care of you," said Brisket, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she kissed him. 

"UM! UM! Take it!" shouted Donna, who began mixing gyrations in with her thrusts. Brisket got onto her back and slid under George, who lowered himself enough for the android's lips to encircle his head. In front of him was the girl's penis, which he gathered to his mouth with one hand. Each time Donna thrust into his ass, his cock dipped into Brisket's moist mouth, which held onto it jealously. At the same time, George bobbed his head down the android's shaft, giving her as good as he was receiving. 

"AH! AH! How do you like your wife's cock?!" shouted Donna, whose pace had quickened to three "strokes" per second. George could only gag for an answer, as Brisket had begun thrusting her tool up into his throat. The whole scene was completely real to Donna, and she felt the waves of pleasure beginning to crest. 

"Gonna...soon...," she gasped, her hips a blur as they rammed against George's ass. George and Brisket were both feeding off of Donna's energy, and quickened their own efforts to match. "I'm...I'm...I'M CUMMING!" yelled Donna, pressing her cunt against George's butt as hard as she could, causing George to shoot his wad into the android's mouth. Feeling the man's meat spasm, Brisket let her own load go, filling George's mouth with her hot robot goo. Together they collapsed, Donna on top of George, George onto Brisket. After a few moments they untangled from each other, and Donna crawled on to of George, who was on his back catching his breath. Brisket stood up and washed her cock off in the fountain and put her robe back on. 

"Now if you'll excuse me," said Brisket, "I have a new life to create."