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Date: Sat, 24 Jan 2004 05:10:02 -0500
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                               AI

    What it takes to please your 11-year old daughter
    nowadays; Elektra, my pale bouncing girl with chipper
    blue eyes and blonde hair. Nothing like her mother,
    thank God, who left me for someone "better" long ago.
    No love lost between the two of them either, as
    Elektra never got along with her mother. I was always
    her favorite, so she was happy to stay and cuddle
    with me.

    Back in earlier centuries, she would have been
    content with a Barbie Doll or two or three. Welcome
    to the 23rd century, when no less will suffice than a
    fully functional realistic android just like all her
    friends have. And anyways with the price coming down,
    we could afford two or three easily.

    Amazing what they're doing with technology these
    days. I understand with all that Artificial
    Intelligence, it can even help her with math and
    stuff like that. Mostly, I think they try on
    different clothes, just like dolls from the olden
    days.

    Now I'm sitting home, taking a day off. Elektra is
    off at school with her girlfriends, leaving me home
    alone with the robot. As I sit sipping coffee,
    Roberta (the robot) follows her homing circuitry,
    causing her to be drawn towards human company. It's a
    girl robot, made to look and act the same age as my
    Elektra. As I sit in my pajamas sipping coffee at the
    kitchen table, Roberta comes in and sits next to me,
    wearing a light flannel nightgown that barely goes
    down to her knees.

    She was a birthay gift about a month ago, so I
    haven't spent much time with her yet. My daughter
    occupies all of her time (I haven't the vaguest idea
    what they spend all it doing), but now with Elektra
    off at school, the beautiful young womanequin is here
    in front of me. Chestnut brown hair, a freckle here
    and there.

    I marvel at how realistic her skin appears. Absently,
    I reach over to feel her cheek with the tips of my
    fingers. First she shies away slightly, then allows
    me to stroke the gentle skin of her face, to caress
    her soft locks of chestnut brown hair. Just like the
    real thing!

    She reaches up and takes my hand, swiveling to stare
    at me with her deep brown eyes. Very authentic.

    "You are very realistic," I venture, unsure what to
    say to an android.

    "Why thank you," she said, lowering her eyes. "She"
    is still holding my hand affectionately, and snuggles
    up to my side, placing a small kiss on my cheek.

    I am amazed how soft and moist her lips are. I bet
    she kisses better than most women I've ever met. "Are
    you capable of kissing, you know, on the lips?" I ask
    hesitantly.

    "I am capable of a full range of affection," she
    replies matter-of-factly. "I am designed to be
    anatomically correct to both a visual and tactile
    senses."

    Momentarily wondering just what she means by 'full
    range of affection,' I feel a twinge of guilt at
    playing with Elektra's toy. But hell, it was my
    money. And hey, I'm not hurting anybody.

    I lean forward and brush my lips against hers, half
    expecting that she will bite, or taste like
    mechanic's grease. Nothing of the sort. Sweeter than
    honey, she responds with a gentle ferocity, running
    her tongue around the inner rim of my lips.

    I later read that this model of robot was equipped
    with circuitry that had been designed with a bisexual
    lesbian from the 22nd century who had become fed up
    with the constrictive consent laws of the time. Of
    course, now that the legal age has been lowered to 9
    years old, it's not such a big deal. Apparently,
    nobody since then has been able to design affection
    algorithms with the same degree of authenticity, and
    they are impossible to separate from the well, um,
    more intimate shall we say, aspects.

    As we were engaged in the playfully sensual french
    kisses, I noticed that she had sat on my lap, facing
    me, running her hands up and down my chest, legs
    spreading around me. Her soft baby-fat (-like) buns
    touched my crotch briefly, causing a pleasant tension
    as the blood rushed in, creating a bulge against the
    front of my pants.

    She looked down at it, scooting closer to where she
    was gently pressing her crotch against the bulge in
    my pants. She moaned gently as she made contact. The
    bulge increased as she gently rocked against it. I
    had to adjust, so I reached down inside my pants. Her
    hand followed mine, and I felt the soft tips of her
    fingers stroking the head of it, all the while
    probing and caressing my lips and tongue with hers.

    I noticed a tiny damp spot on the front of her
    nightgown where she was pressing against me. Curious
    how exactly 'anatomical' she was, I reached around
    her butt, under her gown, and gently probed around
    the underside of her pubic arch with my fingers --
    halfway expecting to find the door to a battery
    compartment. She gasped as I touched her clitoris by
    chance, and the tip of my ring finger slid a ways
    into the moist hole.

    The intensity of her stroking inside my pants
    increased slightly. We went on feeling each other
    this way for awhile, the action of her gyrating
    pelvis increasing with the sound of her moans of
    longing.

    At this point, I knew I would have to cum somehow, or
    be grumpy all day. And anyways, Elektra was already
    going to be upset no matter what. "Hey, can I really
    put this thing inside of you?" I asked.

    "Oh, please," she moaned, tugging at the waistband of
    my pants. I pulled them down, letting fly the stiffly
    flopping arrow of pleasure. She reached down with
    both hands and circled shaft and balls with her
    sensuous caresses.

    She kneeled down and began to suck on the head,
    (after pausing to moisten her finger with saliva)
    deftly inserting her finger into my anus. My rod
    responded by perking up even more, irresistably
    unstoppably solid, ready to drill through a cement
    wall.

    She stood up again and, lifting her gown, brushed the
    tip against her soft moist hole. Yes! We moaned
    together in sweet pleasure. She brushed again, and
    again, this time pushing down gently, plunging me
    inside of her.

    She did all the work, kissing me with her mouth and
    with the mouth between her legs, taking me into the
    safety of her pleasure zone.

    Our rhythmic dance continued until, ripe with the
    tension of longing, I felt her vagina contracting
    around me, causing me to let go with cascading
    ripples of gushing forth milky sweetness into the
    forbidden void between her legs.

    Elektra would be so pissed if she know. Oh well.

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