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AI (Mg, incest, cons)
by Vivian Darkbloom
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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