The Android Companion (darkangel76&doom29169)

[doom29169]

The Research Station Deep-Space 4​

Deep-Space four was originally built to house one hundred researchers. It is expansive, with rooms for all sort of activities. Even though it was built to house many, it actually only has one living occupant, Dr. Gregroy Mance. Dr. Mance is here because he can find no other place to study a black hole so closely. His research is famouse across the galaxy, but the man himself is a hermit.

He spends his days doing research, studying variations in gravity flux and energy seepage of Nature's most impressive creation. The station itself is powered by these fources, an invention of the Doctor. He has but one complaint, he is lonely. He has asked several times to have someone transfered out here, but the seclusion keeps them at bay. Finally he has ordered an android companion, since he feels he has no other recourse. He has instructed that the companion be female, and that she be equipted to deal with the social necessities and help him in his research.

He stands today at the loading dock, waiting for the supply vessel which has made a special run just to deliver his unique package. He watched it couple with the air lock through tiny a porthole. The delivery person wheels in a large ceramic box, containing his new companion. The delivery man doesn't even speak, and Doctor Mance is left alone again. Now though he is not alone. He nervously turnes on the power of the unit to bring his android out of hybernation. There is an owner's manual attached, which he skimms. There are all sorts of warnings about treating the android carefully as it forms its personality, which he of course will obey.

After more than an hour the unit finally is ready to be opened, and so open it her does...

 

[darkangel76]

Eyes slowly opening, she noticed her circuits beginning to fire. Rapid impulses ran along each one making sure that the body they were embedded within was functioning accordingly. Sensing, learning. The neural net awakened, defining everything the eyes were seeing. Giving them names, reason, purpose.

Slowly, she turned her head from side to side, gaining a bearing on balance and location. She could easily tell that she wasn’t on Earth. Her processors told her that the slight shift in gravity was synthetic. She was in space. Her skin absorbed the temperature of her surroundings, allowing her to deduce that it was a comfortable 70 degrees Fahrenheit. Strangely, her skin reacted to the temperature change. Her encasement had been much warmer and the neural processors that ran through her skin made it rise up as goose bumps suddenly appeared.

Taking what would be called a breath, she looked down over herself. She was naked, her body pink from the warmth of her case, though she could see it reacting to the sudden rush of cold air as it swept over her skin. Her base programming allowed her to almost sense what was happening as she became what most would call alive. But in her world was termed switching on.

She assumed the sensation she felt was what most would call cold as she watched her breasts become taut and her nipples rather hard. Tilting her head, she almost smiled at the sight, trying to blend what she already knew of her own build along with what she’d been programmed to know about humans.

“Curious,” she stated, her voice soft and very feminine.

On wobbly legs, she stepped out of the encasement to further examine the body her neural network had been hardwired to. She was female; she could see that. She could almost feel that. Her base programming let her become aware of what she was and what that meant. Each and every part of her switching on, becoming fully functional as if they were all organic.

She looked at her legs, followed by her hips. They were shapely and soft looking, the epitome of feminine. Her arms were toned and her tummy flat. She had long delicate fingers on feminine hands and modest size breasts that could easily fit into her fists. Her body felt strange, but she liked it and she could tell that she’d enjoy coming to understand it, the way it worked, what it did.

Taking another step, she noticed she had hair spilling across her shoulders. It was long, so very soft and was the color of chocolate. “Interesting,” she muttered as she lifted a hand to feel the tresses cascading over her body.

Looking up, she caught sight of another. But he wasn’t like her. He was organic. He was human.

“Hello,” she said. “I believe my name is Reegan.” At that she gave him a smile.

 

[doom29169]

Gregory was overwhelmed by the sight of her. Her body, her face, everything about her was exactly as he would have wished it. His jaw hung to his chest and his eyes were wide and roamed her nude form. He was gauking...he hadn't been around other people, let alone a woman, since the university. That was ten years ago! He tried to compose himself, as her nipples began to react to the cold, he gauked again.

He made himself get composed, but his body wasn't being helpful. He was erect in his trousers. His mouth and throate were dry. His brain was sending the right signals, his body just was having trouble processing them. Someone once told him men dont have enough blood to run two heads at once, and now he truely understood that statement.

He was a tall but not overly broad man. He had long curly dark hair almost black, and eyes to match which were framed in glasses. He was alergic to contact lenses. His frame was lean, even wirey. There wasn't much else to do in off time except exercise, eat, and watch movies. Most games and such required at least two players.

Her statements were profound. "Interesting" as she looked about, and then she greted him and told him her name. With great effort he managed to reply,"Ahhhh...hello. Ummm I am uhhhhh...Doctor Gregory Mance. I am pleased to meet you. You...you must be cold. I am sorry I...please take my lab coat." He shucked the white coat and wrapped her in it. He shivered as his fingers made contact with the soft skin of her upper arms. Any contact with her would likely illicit simular or even more profound reactions. He realized he was sweating despite the comfortable tempurature.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be so...so beautiful. Welcome to Research Station Deep-Space 4. I am in charge since I am...well I was before you arrived...the only resident here."

The delivery man brought in many more large trunks, marked with words like clothing, necessities, toiletries, etc. It occured to him that he did not have any of these things for a woman, none had been on board since long before he had arrived. "Those must be your things." He swallowed, trying to make his throat wet so his voice sounded less raspy. "Would you like to unpack. Perhaps a tour first. Maybe you would like to relax after your long trip...no probably not, your probably ready for action." His face turned three shades of red as he wished he could swallow those words! "I didn't mean that you were ready for...I meant you would like to be active."

She was so beautiful. How would he manage to concentrate on work now? Did it even matter?

 

[darkangel76]

Reegan tilted her head and gave the man who called himself Doctor Gregory Mance a smile. According to her programming, it was the sort of response humans would expect under such situations. Given that, she felt her plump rosy lips turn upward and she could see straight away that her actions eased the man, even if only a little bit.

“Thank you for the coat, Doctor Gregory Mance. Or, should I call you Doctor? Or Gregory?” Reegan paused a moment, her expression turning what appeared to be thoughtful. “Or maybe you’d prefer an endearing nickname like Greg?”

As the white lab coat slipped over her body, Reegan’s body began to sense warmth. Her wires immediately began to fire electric impulses throughout her circuitry, sending messages to her body, telling it to react accordingly. Slowly, the goose bumps disappeared, the initial reaction of her breasts to the cooler air relaxing just a bit.

Before Gregory could answer her, Reegan began answering his other questions. “Those are indeed my things. We can unpack them in a little while. First, I will take you up on your offer of a tour. I’d very much like to see the place and learn my way around.” She paused a moment as if gauging his expression and thoughts. “If I am to live here with you, it would be important that I know where everything is.”

Again, Reegan gave Gregory a smile. She stood there in front of him, his lab coat somewhat covering her body. Unfazed at her nudity, she didn’t even bother to button it up. Instead, she let it hang open, giving him a nearly full view of her exquisite body. Slowly, she moved closer to him, looking up into his eyes. Her body was less than an inch away from his and she could almost instantly sense the warmth radiating off his body. His body temperature had risen a degree and his heart was working harder than it had been mere moments ago.

Reegan reached up a hand and gently touched Gregory’s cheek. “Are you all right, Doctor Gregory Mance?” she asked, her face showing genuine concern. “If I can assist you in any way, please tell me how I can be of best use to you.”

 

[doom29169]

His body was indeed reacting in a way that was both human and utterly, miserably, beyond his control. He had asked for a companion, and he knew that they would send him a female unit, but he had been wholley unprepared for an actual living woman within hand's reach. When he touched her, it had been incredible, every nerve ending in his body seemed to explode in a rush of tingling warmth. His heart rate soared at the mere sight of her.

Her voice carried a certain musical quality, which while endeering, made it more difficult for him to process in his current state. She allowed the coat to hang open, and really with it's white color and the light shining through it, was somehow even more enticing than her nudity had been. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, even as his mind tried desperately to process what she was saying. Finally there was a breakthrough,

"A tour...yes yes of course a tour. The facility is large, expansive even. It was built to house a hundred, and now only we two remain, so there is more than ample..."

Clevage! More than ample clevage. Wouldn't it be wonderful to touch her breasts? To lick and suck her nipples?

"...clevage. Uhhhh...I mean space, more than ample space."

His Freudian Slip had caused another rise in bloodpressure and he flushed terribly.

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Reegan reached up a hand and gently touched Gregory’s cheek. “Are you all right, Doctor Gregory Mance?” she asked, her face showing genuine concern. “If I can assist you in any way, please tell me how I can be of best use to you.”

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He let out a breath that was nearly a sigh but more forceful. He desperately grouped with his brain for something to say. "Greg will...uhhhmmmm...be fine Reegan."

Does she know what she is doing to me? How her question can be so easily twisted. "Why yes, you can drop to your knees and give me a blowjob." Thats what I should say; or perhaps "You could allow me the pleasure of suckling your perfect breasts."

He forced himself, through sheer will power to look away. He had to find a more polite way of expressing himself. "Well, you see Reegan, I've uhhh...been alone here for eight years. Its been ten since I saw a woman, and I cannot honestly say I have ever seen one naked before. Thats partly why I asked for a Companion, lonelyness. I was wholey unprepared for...someone so physically perfect. I don't know why, it makes sense that they would make you visually pleasing. The problem, you see, and I am somewhat ashamed of it, is that I have never...been with a woman. Your presence, your allure...I am totally overwhelmed by you. So you may have to give me a moment to collect myself so that I may remain a gentleman. Perhaps I should go and take a cold shower."

Or THREE. DAMNIT all. She is here for me, to take care of my needs both professional and physical. If she had not been so stunning, I could have just treated her as a robot with a sexual purpose. If she had come out in some austere clothing, I would have been able to sepperate myself from her.

"I am so very sorry. I am wholely unprepared and undone with your sheer femaninaty. I do not know what extent you understand the human male anatomy, but I am...I have been...sexual for a long time. I believe that the correct verbage is masterbatory, I have access to quiet a lot of...I cannot even find words to express myself. I do not know how I would be able to conduct a tour, let alone be near you at this time, without having a near constant state of aurosal."

His face was as bright a red as anyone in history. "It would simply be me stuttering my way through a halfhanded tour."

 

[darkangel76]

Reegan just looked at Gregory, her pale eyes as clear as crystal. She gave him a smile, knowing that it would somehow ease his mind given the way he seemed to be reacting. Then, she brought a hand up and gently touched his arm, a gesture her neural processors told her he would enjoy, one that would soothe him.

“I’m glad you are feeling all right, Doctor Gregory Mance,” Reegan began. “And it is a perfectly natural male human response to be aroused if you find yourself attracted to me.” She paused a moment, assessing the situation. “Just so that you are aware, it does not bother me that you are.” Again, she smiled.

Reegan backed away from Gregory just then, her crystalline eyes taking in everything. She looked about the room that they were standing in, her eyes catching sight of her belongings.

“The tour can wait then. Why don’t we bring my belongings to where I’ll be staying,” Reegan said matter-of-factly. “Will I be staying in your room?” she asked. “Seeing as you are attracted to me, it is a logical choice.” She walked over to the many cases that had been dropped off for her use. “Also, I am fully functional, Doctor Gregory Mance. And I’ve been programmed to know several sexual positions not to mention the most detailed of information regarding the male anatomy. Being knowledgeable on such things I am certain I could pleasure you to your satisfaction.” She turned around to face Gregory and smiled.

Gregory just stood there. So Reegan walked back over to him. Looking into his eyes, she let her left hand find his right. She slowly brought it up and placed it against her left breast, the lab coat still hanging open about her slim body.

“It’s all right if you touch me, Doctor Gregory Mance. You’ve said that you wish to do so and I am all right if you do.” Reegan paused, her pale eyes locked onto Gregory’s. “If you’d like, I can activate my prototypic emotion chip while you touch me. It might make the experience you have in touching me more pleasurable.”

Without waiting for an answer, Reegan activated the chip. Almost instantly, she began to react as strange sensations began to flood her circuits. She looked down to see Gregory’s hand firmly holding her left breast and let out a gasp, her skin tightening as she felt the nipple harden beneath his palm.

“I can deactivate and reactivate the chip at any time, Doctor Gregory Mance,” Reegan stated, her voice almost sounding breathy. “All you have to do is say which you’d prefer and I’ll see it’s done.”

 

[doom29169]

He moaned as he felt the warm flesh of her breast mold to his hand. Her nipple was hard again, like a tiny pebble against his hand. She turned on her emotion chip and began to gasp. He deffinantly wanted her to keep it on.

"On, leave it on." He said breathlessly. He reached under his own lab coat with his other hand as she encouraged him to touch her more. He slide his hand against her firm rearend. This was so much better than he had ever imagined it would be. He was more turned on than he had ever been, and he was only touching her. He pulled her close and pressed his lips against her. He tasted her, felt her warmth, and listened to her breathing. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him.

He was acting on instict, reaching down and pulling her thigh up so that she wrapped her leg around him. He moved his hand to her other breast, taking her hard nipple between his fingers and gently playing with it. He moaned into her mouth as he continued to touch and kiss her.

He realized suddenly that he was being greedy, since she was as physcially inexperiance as he was despite he claim to knowledge. He broke their kiss and managed to breath out, "Not here. It should be special. Come with me, its not far."

He took her by the hand and lead her to the hallway. It was only slightly curved, and she noticed rooms on either side which were darkened and obviously spartan bunks for crewmen. He lead her further, past officer's bunks which were more lavishly furnished. It quickly became apearant that he was leading her to a door at the end of the hall. It opened into an enormous room, which must be the captain's quarters. It was well furnished, but very masculine. There was a king sized bed in the center and other furniture around. He had obviously anticipated her arrival, the bed was made with silk sheets and covered in dried rose petals.

 

[darkangel76]

Reegan did as Gregory commanded and left her prototypic emotion chip on. She found herself thinking she was glad of this. But could she think on an emotional level? It seemed so with the chip on, but somewhere her neural processors told her that she wasn’t merely thinking with her emotions, but based on the programming that went along with the chip making it seem that way. That seemed the logical explanation, yet the way she felt fascinated her and she hoped she’d be able to explore the ways it affected her more often in the future. That was if Gregory would let her.

Gregory’s touches and kisses made Reegan wonder if her circuits were overloading. The way he felt against her skin now with the chip on, the way he made her body feel such wondrous things, she couldn’t begin to explain or calculate it. So, she let him manipulate her body against him as he explored her with his hands and lips. The moment he brought her leg up about his waist, the most amazing thing happened. The pleasure sensors within her neural net almost went haywire. Yes, she had full control, but there was something strange about what happened. It was as if little impulses fired along each circuit, concentrating on the ones embedded in the tissues comprising her manufactured sex. It was a sensation unlike any other and she knew it was what humans would term arousal.

Just as Reegan was about to let her newly sensing body respond and react, kissing Gregory back, touching him back, Gregory interrupted the moment. “Not here. It should be special. Come with me, its not far."

Reegan followed Gregory, her hand in his, as he escorted her through the station. It was a long corridor with rooms situated along the sides, each one empty and unoccupied. She wondered why no one else lived on the station when it had the capacity for so many more. But that didn’t matter at the moment. It was a question she could ask later. All that mattered was that she was somehow aware of his hand holding hers as he led her to what looked to be the room of the captain. Only there was none. There was only Gregory.

Gregory pushed open the door and Reegan’s breath caught the moment her eyes processes what they saw. It was a programmed reaction, the sounds and actions exaggerated by the prototypic emotion chip that was still on and functioning accordingly. Though she had to admit that it was difficult to truly tell. The chip seemed to muddle the lines between logic and otherwise, between what was programming and what was learned. Yes, she was capable of learning, most androids were. But the chip… it was something different, something only in the beta stages, something that did not yet have long term data to analyze.

The room was beautiful, making Reegan smile. She looked over at Gregory, his lab coat swinging open about her body. Pushing her dark hair back, she brought an arm up to his face and caressed it. The moment she touched him like that, she felt her circuits firing once more, concentrating on the ones between her legs making her gasp.

“Are you going to touch me again, Doctor Gregory Mance?” Reegan asked. “I know I would very much like that.”

 

[doom29169]

"Greg, please call me Greg. We are about to be lovers, it would be strange if you called me by my full name and title. And yes, I am going to touch you and taste you. I want you to want me, its only natural. Please, lay on the bed. I would like very much if you touched me as well."

He lay beside her and had her turn over onto her side, so that they faced one and other. He lifted her leg up and curled it around his hip, leaving enough room between them for their hands. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue between her lips to feel her own tongue. He roamed her body with his hand just exploring and feeling what a woman was like. Her body was soft and firm at the same time, and touching her was a delight, a true joy. He never wanted to stop.

Soon he came her her pubic hair and ran his fingers over it. It was sentual to touch her there, and he felt the top of her labia with his middle finger. A small button of flesh protruded, which he knew would be her clit. She was a bit dry on the outside, so he slide his finger down, tracing her labia and feeling her fluides. He felts something else as well, a fold of skin over her opening, her hyman. Of course she would have one, she was anitomically correct in every way. He knew it would cause her pain when he penetrated her, and that was something he was sad about. Maybe, if she was excited enough it wouldn't hurt as much, so he went back up and focused on her clit. He rolled it between his fingers, getting to know how she perfered to be touched.

 

[darkangel76]

Reegan felt the temperature of her body rising, her sensors and processors overloading causing her circuits to fire again and again. She rather liked the sensations the chip allowed her manufactured body to feel. It was as if she could forget that she was synthetic, and almost believe she was real. As real as Gregory. Greg. He asked her to call him Greg.

“Greg…” Reegan whispered, her eyes closing as she felt Gregory’s hands move over her body causing her to gasp.

Gregory had asked Reegan to touch him as well and she was more than willing to comply. The urge to do so was becoming overwhelming since the activation of the chip, so that fact that he wanted her hands on him, her body against his own, she would not deny him. If it gave her half the pleasure she was sure it was giving him, someone alive, someone organic, she was sure he must be in heaven.

Reegan allowed Gregory to lead her to the wonderful bed and lay her down. She then allowed him to manipulate her body in what she was sure a way he’d fantasized about having been alone for so long, having not been with another. As he did, she felt what she figured humans would call an adrenaline rush. All of the new sensations she was feeling, or was programmed to feel as a direct result of the chip, seemed dull compared to what she was happening to her body now. Everything seemed heightened, more. And it was wonderful.

Gregory touched his lips to Reegan’s in a slow, but passionate kiss, his tongue carefully exploring her mouth with a tenderness she had no idea humans were capable of showing another. As his hands took the time to explore her body, her new ‘feeling’ body, she allowed her own hands to touch him back and satisfy the strange urges she felt telling her to do so.

Gregory’s body felt nice, warm to the touch. Reegan liked the subtle reactions it seemed to have every time her hand moved over him, every time she made a sound. It was a term humans called erotic and she found herself craving more. But could she truly crave? No. It was the programming. It was the chip.

Reegan’s body began to move in response to Gregory’s hands as the moved lower along her body. She knew where they were headed and she let him move toward his goal willingly. The closer they got, the more her circuits fired, small impulses becoming large. Soft gasps becoming loud. She spread her legs for him as his hand found her sex and she was surprised to notice moisture pooling there. It was interesting, fascinating, the most amazing thing she’d experienced so far. She smiled and sighed knowing that now that she was with this man, a whole new world of sensations were suddenly open to her and that her body would be given free rein to learn and feel as much as it could.

Gregory’s hands were masterful over Reegan’s body. She didn’t want him to stop and wondered what other things he could make her feel. Suddenly, his fingers began touching her clit and a moan passed over her lips. The sound surprised her as it reached her ears, yet she found herself doing it again and again and again. Her body arching toward his, her legs spreading wider as her hands clutched at his body in a desperation she didn’t know she could feel.

“Greg…” Reegan whispered again before letting out another moan.

 

[doom29169]

Greg didn't want to, but he broke their contact so that he could take off his own clothing. He had mostly jumpsuites, but he had dug out a shirt and tie with slacks for his first meeting with her. Now he wished he had on a jumpsuite, it would have been easier to remove. As it was, he didn't wear anything underneath and so when his pants were down his cock sprang proudly into view. It was only a bit larger than average, mostly in width. He was already having difficulty breathing and knew that he wouldn't last long. He thought of a way that he could alieveate both his condition and his reluctance to cause her paid.

"Reegan, I would love to try something with you. Its mutual oral sex. I think I will have a difficult time lasting and I understand that it hurts less to break a woman's hyman is she is having and orgasm. If I lick your...pussy...and you suck me, then my short first forya will not hinder our later coitus."

He realized he was speaking like he thought, precisely and clinically. He chided himself, there was nothing romantic or sexy about it. "I'm sorry, I mean that, when we make love, I will last longer. I understand it is more pleasurable for a woman when the man lasts longer. You'll have to forgive me, I have been alone a very long time."

He got back into bed with her and settled in. <yellow>"Come, sit here."</yellow> He indicates his chest, <yellow>"I would so love to taste you."</yellow>

 

[darkangel76]

Reegan just stared into Gregory’s eyes as he spoke. A small smile played upon her lips as she watched him use the large words he was so accustomed to using, given his profession. A smile that was a direct result of the chip’s activation, or so she thought. Whether she was truly being coy or if it was part of her base programming with the chip turned on, she had no idea. Things were muddled with the chip activated. Uncertain, chaotic. It was difficult to tell which was program versus which was learned. Or… which was ‘other’. And she strangely found herself… loving it?

Reegan was the ultimate in A.I., in artificial intelligence. She’d been designed so precisely that no one, not even those well-versed in cyborg design and manufacturing, could truly tell what she was. Not easily. Not without running her through a series of very well-designed tests. And even then, there was a great chance she could pass them and be considered… human.

As Gregory continued speaking, Reegan could feel her body reacting, going into a state of want and need. She fully understood what he was asking of her. Even before he changed his manner of speaking, something which only endeared him to her all the more. Could she truly feel endearment toward a living being? Her chip made her believe so. And she liked the idea of believing. So, she held onto that notion tightly.

“Then, taste me,” Reegan whispered as she slowly stalked over to Gregory, her eyes locked onto his.

Like a cat, Reegan climbed on top of Gregory. As far as women went, she was virginal, but her programming in the ways of anatomy allowed her to easily determine the best way to pleasure someone as well as herself. It was as if she had all the experience of an actively promiscuous woman, but without having given herself to anyone. It was practically ideal.

As Reegan moved her body over Gregory, each movement she made had a deliberate purpose. The way her hand touched his hips, the way her breasts rubbed against his abs, as she positioned herself on top of him. Even the way her backside was presented to him, the way she tilted her pelvis giving him the perfect view of her dripping and very aroused sex, had been well calculated so as to maximize the pleasure of what he could see and feel, hopefully making his anticipation of what was to come that much better, that much more intense.

Not waiting for Gregory to place his mouth against her heated core, Reegan leaned forward slightly. She took a hold of his length in one of her hands and began to gently stroke him. He was already fairly aroused, so her strokes made him harden further, twitching a little as she lavished attentions upon him. Her other hand found its way to his sac where she softly cupped it for a moment before fondling it gently. She then leaned forward even more, her mouth mere centimeters from his weeping tip. Smiling, she let out a warm breath and finally, let her tongue flick it, lapping up the bit of moisture that had beaded there. Teasing and caressing his tip with her tongue, she placed the head into her mouth, swirling, tasting, sucking. Yes, he tasted good. And she found herself wanting more.

 

[doom29169]

She hopped up on him like a gymnast or a feline, he wasn't sure. Somehow, though, every touch she gave him even every breath she took seemed sensious and deliberate. She did tell him she had been programmed with the knowledge of how to please him, and indeed she had. Her hands ran across his thighs, maing the hairs there stand up in gooseflesh. His semi-erect penis became hard as she breathed on him and as she presented her dripping sex to him. She was presenting herself, it was clear from the way she tilted her pelvis. It was so very erotic, how could he not become hard.

His cock grew even harder when she started stroking him. It was fabulouse, she knew exactly what she was doing, even squeezing his cock's head at the top before going back down to the base. It moved with his heartbeat and precum found its way to the tip, which she licked off. Oh God, I cannot breath! Every nerve in his body seemed focused on her actions. He felt her gently fondling his balls, it was delisiously decadent. He wanted more and was rewarded with more as she swirled her tongue against his head.

"Ohhhhhhh my God!" It was the only coherant thing he said as she engulfed his full length, taking him well past a gag reflex and swallowing, massaging him with her throate muscles.

He had almost forgoten about her body above him, but when he felt her fluides dripping onto his chin and throate he was brought back to her. Her smell was exotic and he went for her prize with enthusiasm. He licked her sweet pussy lips, sucking her juices into his mouth and savoring her flavor. Her clit was erect and begging for attention, so he flicked his tongue across it. He was inexperianced, and so when his tongue made its way between her pussy lips and found her maidenhead, he was confused. Why was their a barrier between him and her inner body. Then he remembered it was her hyman and thats why she was astride him now. His brain was just having a hard time keeping up with everything that was happening. He just did what came naturally, he sucked on her. He sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue against it.

The sensations from between his legs were incredible. He felt his orgasm building and called out to her. "I'm...going...to...OH GOD!" His cock swole again and pulsed at her, firing off his hot load of seaman...

 

[darkangel76]

Reegan found herself… enjoying?... yes, that was what she’d define it as. She was enjoying the feel and taste of Gregory’s hardened cock in her mouth. There was something about it that made her body fire small impulses throughout her circuitry, and those sensations were addicting. And, as far as she could tell, hadn’t even reached the highest of their potential, which made her not only curious but craving more from the man she was lavishing her attentions upon.

Reegan ran her tongue up and down Gregory’s shaft before taking him into her mouth. Slowly, ever so slowly, she drew him in. She let the taste of him fill her mouth so she could memorize it and store the information for later recollections. Smiling ever so slightly, she drew him in further until she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. She sucked on him a few times before drawing him out again. From the glorious sounds he was making, she knew for a fact that her ministrations were having a positive effect, something that made her… happy? Yes, that’s exactly what she’d call it.

The activated chip made everything seem so much more. Blurring the lines between programming and reality. Reegan could swear she was alive as more intimate moments seemed to pass between she and Gregory. Moments she found herself relishing. And cherishing.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Reegan felt something warm and wet caress her sex. It made her eyes go wide as pleasure sensors buzzed within her neural processors. The sensations were what she’d classify as rapturous and immediately she felt her body reacting. Her skin heated up as her core temperature began to rise. She could feel her circuits firing at rates that made her mind reel, making it nearly impossible to process anything. Just then, she felt herself gasp. The sensations were overwhelming and wonderful. Oh to feel such pleasure! She hoped he’d let her keep the chip activated always. Especially at the times he felt the need to be intimate with her.

Reegan could feel excess moisture pooling between her legs and she knew that Gregory had to be tasting it. She strangely found herself hoping he liked how she tasted, that he was enjoying her as much as she was enjoying him. She liked how he was writhing beneath her, how hard he’d become. The taste of him as she sucked him off was one she could easily get used to.

Reegan felt the sensation between her legs grow more and more intense. Gregory’s tongue was working magic with her body and she loved it. She could tell that her body was preparing to orgasm. So quickly? Then again, her body was new. It had never undergone such things before, had never felt such pleasure.

Just then, Gregory shouted out, his words interrupting Reegan’s thoughts. “I’m… going… to… OH GOD!”

At that moment, Reegan’s mouth was filled with the most delicious fluid her tongue had ever beheld. To think this was her first taste of anything. As Gregory released his fluids within the confines of her mouth, she swallowed it all down greedily, slurping and sucking like an infant being fed for the very first time. Oh god, it was delectable. She could live on such a thing forever she thought, even if her body had no need of sustenance.

When Reegan had swallowed all that Gregory could give her, she licked at his shaft and tip, the ache between her own legs almost unbearable. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “That was delicious, Greg,” She paused, trying to ignore what was going on between her legs, fighting the urge to plunge her fingers deeply within her folds. “I’d like to have some more.”

 

[doom29169]

Greg realized that perhaps he had not thought this through entirely. On the one hand she was adept, but on the other she might just turn out to be insatiable. If the later were true he may have a difficult time keeping up with her, even if she was beautiful beyond description the male anatomy was capable of only just so much.

His reply was in a teasing tone, which would be easily interpeted in the light it was meant. "Hmmm, I think yes, but not right away. You'll have to earn it." He grinned in satisfaction at his own wittyness, especially given the fact that the first pussy he had ever seen outside of photographs was perched just above his chin.

He reached up and gently parted her sex, running his tongue along it and pressing at her hyman. He did not want to cause her pain, but at some point it would be necessary to breach that barrier. He wanted that honor to go to cock and not his fingers, but there was no harm in touching her there, right? when he had taken his time enough he decided to get down to business. He want to see and hear her orgasm, so he started licking furiously at her clit. He also sucked and nibbled it, lavishing his full attention on her. He wanted her climax to be hot and hard as his had been.

He was patient, and when he was rewarded his head fell back onto the bed. His hair was a mess, and his face had a light sheen of her moisture on it. He was absolutely in heaven. He realized suddenly that he was hungry, and thought she probably was as well. "Would you like some dinner? I could prepare something for us, and you could halp if you like...

 

[darkangel76]

Reegan’s expression turned thoughtful as she allowed her neural processors to go through and analyze Gregory’s words to her. She could see that he was making a small joke out of the situation. A joke layered in truths, in simple facts that her programmed mind had somehow disregarded being caught up in the moment. Of course he couldn’t provide her more. Not just yet. She felt foolish at having asked him and instantly her cheeks turned red. Was she actually feeling embarrassment? Was she really able to get lost in passion, her mind unable to actually process even the most logical of things when so painfully aroused? Oh the chip was more than she could have hoped for. She was so grateful to be one of the few androids to have one and even more so that her owner wanted it on.

Just as Reegan was about to say something, Gregory’s mouth and tongue went to work on her dripping sex. His tongue skillfully licked and teased the lips hiding her entrance, and then at her hymen concealing her virginity. The sensations washing over her as he tasted her were more than amazing. She could feel her core temperature rising, her circuits firing uncontrollably. Oh god, she was more than enjoying herself.

Suddenly, Gregory shifted a little underneath her, taking Reegan’s clit into his mouth. The burst of sensation that rolled throughout her body in that instant was absolutely indescribable. She could feel everything, the way his tongue flicked against it, the way his mouth worked it, rolled it, caressed it. It made her body tremble a bit as the sensitivity between her legs rose to unthinkable heights. Small gasps passed over her lips and she suddenly found herself whimpering, panting, begging for him to never stop. If he did, she thought she’d collapse and never wake up.

“Don’t stop, Greg… please!” Reegan begged. She had no idea where the words were coming from. They just seemed right. She couldn’t quite define what she was feeling and strangely, didn’t even care. All she knew was that it felt good and she wanted as much as Gregory would give her.

Reegan could feel the moisture pooling between her legs even more so than it had been already. She found it to be quite erotic that whatever was going on down there between her legs was making Gregory moan, making his face a mess with her fluids. Was that possible? The more that she felt and sensed, the more she had to answer… yes. It was then that the most astounding of things happened.

“Greg…” Reegan spoke, her voice almost sounding as if she were panicking. “Greg!” she shouted, small gasps interrupting her breathing. “Greg!” she screamed out as a wave of relief coupled with the most intense pleasure she’d ever felt washed over her body, making it twitch and tremble above Gregory. She could feel her sex pulsing as she orasmed, more fluids oozing between her legs and onto his face. She let out an audible sigh as her body slowly began to relax and settle. She knew what had happened, but to now know the sensations that went along with it? Oh she couldn’t wait to do it again. That was, if he still wanted her.

Smiling and hoping, Reegan shifted herself above Gregory. He smiled back at her, his expression not quite what she expected.

"Would you like some dinner? I could prepare something for us, and you could help if you like...” Gregory asked.

Gregory’s words threw Reegan off a little. For some reason, she found that she wanted him to hold her, tenderly touch her, whisper soothing words into her ear. But was that her base programming that made her want such things? Was it the chip? She was confused, she couldn’t tell. She desperately wanted her feelings to be real and at the thought, she began to ache inside. Was this pain? No. It was undefinable. Holding back a sob, she gave him a smile.

“If that’s what would please you… all right,” Reegan whispered, the urge to cover up suddenly filling her mind.

 

[doom29169]

Although not as secure with social interactions as others, he was able to tell that Reegan was distressed. This confused him greatly, as he felt wonderful, even elated at their coupling. Perhaps she was having second thoughts about him, either his talent as a lover which was sorely lacking, or perhaps something else.

He felt an ache in the pit of his stomach when he realized he had hurt her somehow. His responce was to rush to her side and try to make things better for her. He cared for her, and knew he would come to love her as a woman. He knew he would never be able to see her as simply an object, she was a real living person to him. He hated himself for making her feel baddly.

He closed the short distance between them and tenatively wrapped her in his arms. "Is...is everything alright Reegan? I am not very good at this, I know. I have been alone so long I have forgotten much of what is considered good manners. I thought that what we just did was marvelous, but you seem distressed now. Perhaps I was selfish? If so I am very sorry.

You had indicated you wished to have sex with me again. I want that as well, but I need to eat if I am going to have the strength to really put effort into it. I want this to be good for you as well. Please tell me what I can do to make this as pleasing as possible for you, Reegan."

He remembered the manual's warning, everything he said and did would affect their future together. Whatever careflessthing he had done he hoped to make amends...

 

[darkangel76]

The moment Gregory’s arms wrapped around Reegan’s slim body, she immediately let it mold to his. Pressing herself against him, nuzzling her head against his shoulder, she couldn’t help but smile. This was what she wanted, what she craved. This intimate act after what they’d just shared with one another. Everything that passed through her neural processors was so very confusing, so difficult to make sense of. These emotions brought on by the chip were unlike anything her logical mind could fathom, had the chip not been activated. Understanding this made her that much more grateful that it was. She liked this learning process. It made her feel special. Feel?

Gregory began to speak, his words soft and soothing, as he held Reegan close. When he finished, she turned her head so that she could look into his eyes. She gave him a warm smile as she cuddled close to him, her arms wrapping about his waist lovingly.

Almost cooing, Reegan whispered, “This. This is what I want.” She paused as she drew her legs up and all but curled up against Gregory. Sighing and smiling, she added, “For you to just hold me for a little while. Can we eat after that?”

Reegan was somewhat astounded at herself as the words she spoke passed over her lips. She was slowly beginning to sound human. It was odd, unnerving almost. Yet oh so very wonderful. And to think it was all thanks to Gregory. She honestly couldn’t have asked for a more attentive guardian. The fact that he wanted her chip activated, that he hadn’t once asked her to shut it down when he was clearly confused at her reactions. It was truly more than what she could ask for. It would be so easy for him to tell her to turn it off, to deactivate it for a time to allow her logical mind the ability to process things objectively. But he hadn’t. He hadn’t even insinuated he wished to do so.

Hugging Gregory, Reegan felt her eyes suddenly become wet. What was this? Were tears forming in her eyes? It was becoming clearer and clearer. He didn’t see her for what she was, a cybernetic being… synthetic, manufactured. No. He saw her as… human.

 

[doom29169]

He felt her relaxing as he held her. Then he felt her draw herself up into a position that he could cradle her. He put his hand under his lab coat, the one she still wore, and stroked her back lovingly. He could feel her muscles, the delicate bones of her spine, but most of all he felt her warmth.

He answered her, "We can. Whatever you like Reegan, we can do." He scooted them back a little so that he could lean against the almost forgotten pillows. He thought for some time and then decided he should probably be saying something. "This is a deepspace research station. It was originally a military instillation, studying the effects of gravity on light and sublight speed vessels. That was before they invented the wormhole makers. Those dont work way out here, the gravity of the maw distorts them, so everything I ask for has to be hand delivered. I get shipments of supplies, things I cannot make or grow here myself twice a year. I have to put in orders at least four months in advance so I would advise you to start making your wish list now." He chuckled, as his own wish list was very much fullfiled.

He continued, "After they invented the wormhole makers, well stations like this one became obsolete. Most of them were sold to large businesses for use at satalight relay stations. With humanity spreading across the galaxy thanks to the new wormhole machines, communications became more vital. This station is actually small by comparison, and not outfitted with the proper equiptment.

When I came aboard, they were already down to skeleton crew, handling only essential maintenance. Most of that is done by pure robots now. I do a little though, if for no other reason than to relieve bordom. I bought the station myself, for a song so to speak, as it's location and lack of proper equiptment for relay communication makes it undesirable. The government was more than happy to be rid of it, as it was seen as a drain on resources.

Since then I have gotten several pattens. They generate a great deal of income for me. It wouldn't have been possible without my research, which is still ongoing. I suspect it will continue until I die..." He became distant as if living in the past, but this only lasted a moment or two.

He continued, "So I have things, lots and lots of things, but no one to share it with. I tried everything, all those mail order bride things, even offered a share in my wealth for a companion. No one wants to be out here, it seems. No one but me." He sighed as he continued to stroke her back. He pressed his nose to her hair and inhaled. She smelled like fruite extract.

He kept his monologue going, "You came here almost by accident. The last deliveryman, the one before you came, had a crewd model companion android. he claimed she was better than a real woman...I won't go into the details they are not really fit for polite company. At first I did not like the idea, not for itself but for how he used it. His adroid was little more than a slave. As I thought about, it, though, I contacted the company. They claimed that the unit I had seen was an older model, probably second or third hand. Their latest model, they claimed, was a perfect faximile of humanity. They had perfected algarythems for mimicing emotions. I asked if I could have a pretty female unit who would be able to function as a social and work companion. The perameters I gave them, I confess, were vague on the physical and even emotional. I asked that you have a full suite of scientific knowledge so that I wouldn't have to teach you about my research for you to help me with it. To be honest, I'm not even sure that matters anymore, my research I mean. I have all that I need now, you see, since you have arrived." This last conveys far more than stated. It implies that she far exceeds his expectations and his growing attachment to her.

Again he thought to himself for a moment or two before continueing, "No no, of course I will continue. Some of the things I am working on could have long term benfits for all of humanity. Though I have nothing pressing immediately so a vacation could be easily arranged. Not one where we would leave here mind you, we don't really need to leave."

It is possible that she is able to detect a small note of fear in his voice. It is more than possible that she detects the other signs of fear in him as he speaks about leaving. Perhaps there is something there?

"No there is so much we can do here...right here in fact that I could have a nice long break from work and never have to leave..."

 

[darkangel76]

Reegan snuggled herself close to Gregory, her lips turned upward into a smile as she took note of how he felt against her body. So warm, quiet and wonderful. Yes, she was quite content, finding that she was enjoying this moment with him just as much as she’d enjoyed the previous moments when they’d pleasured each other. In his arms, she felt special, almost… human.

Her breathing slow and rhythmic, Reegan just listened to the low drone of Gregory’s voice as he talked about his work, his life, the space station itself. It was soothing. Everything about him was proving to be something she knew she’d crave. Each sensation he stirred up within her addicting and intoxicating. She smiled as the neural processors of her positronic brain worked furiously to process all the information coursing throughout her systems as they made sense of everything she was feeling thanks to the glorious chip he so desperately wanted to keep activated.

Reegan felt very fortunate to have Gregory as her handler. He seemed to respect her. And not as an android, but as he would another of his kind. As a human woman. It was thrilling to know that she touched him in such a way, that he wanted to cater to her needs. The worry and concern he showed wasn’t something that happened often, especially to androids who ended up becoming objects of sexual desire. Most of the time, such androids were switched on and off at will. Used and discarded without a thought. It was what made them the ideal sex partner.

But Gregory was different. He was proving this again and again. Each time Reegan felt confused, he tried to understand her, to work with her to fix things. Such reactions were more than she could have hoped for, if one believed that an android could indeed hope. It was becoming more and more apparent that, to him, she was real. Not just circuitry and synthetic coverings.

“… I have all that I need now, you see, since you have arrived,” Gregory said, his voice soft and soothing.

Reegan felt what could be described as an adrenaline rush as Gregory’s words processed through her mind, the activated chip allowing her to body to react accordingly. The feeling, as it coursed throughout her body, was amazing. She felt the flutter in her tummy, her pulse quickening. Without a thought, she nuzzled closer to him, her eyes closing as she did so.

The idea of being a woman was intriguing to Reegan. She knew that she’d strive to be the best woman she could be for Gregory. The way he spoke about her, it was something she never expected but found she was coming to love.

"No no, of course I will continue. Some of the things I am working on could have long term benefits for all of humanity. Though I have nothing pressing immediately so a vacation could be easily arranged. Not one where we would leave here mind you, we don't really need to leave," Gregory continued.

Reegan opened her eyes just then. There was a strange tone in Gregory’s voice and it made her feel concern for him. So, to help make him feel a bit more at ease, she wrapped her arms about his middle, hugging him tightly.

"No there is so much we can do here... right here in fact that I could have a nice long break from work and never have to leave..." Gregory spoke, his voice trailing.

Reegan just nodded, her arms resting about his body. “I like it here, Greg. I like being with you. We can stay here and have a vacation together. Would you like that, Greg? Would you like a vacation with me?” She paused a moment. “I’ll be happy anywhere so long as I can be with you.” Just then, she shifted her body a bit so that she could look into his eyes. Smiling, she added, “I’m glad that I’m your woman, Greg. You are the best handler one of my kind could ever have.”

 

[doom29169]

Greg held her even closer and responded, "Yes, I would like that very much. I am so glad you are here as well. Please, I'm not your handler, I'm your boyfriend or lover. I would never think of you as a thing, you are my woman."

After a little longer he spoke again, "I'd like to show you something. Its not just a kitchen, its an observation lounge. Come, I think you will like this." He pulled on a pair of boxers, but let them hang low, so that most of his pelvis was visible. He took her hand and lead her to the kitchen, which was all closed in. He smiles and pushes a few buttons on the wall.

The far wall opens up and reveals the gravity maw. Light could not even escape the blackhole except in one tiny pinprick which escaped from the center. The light being pulled in was seperated into its color spectrum, causing millions of rainbows to swirl around the center of the even horizon. They were locked in time, as the gravity pulled them toward the singularity. The effect was breathtaking.

Greg let her look at it as he stared in awe as well. He took her hand and spoke,"No matter how often I see it, it always takes my breath away."

 

[darkangel76]

Reegan could feel a strange sensation prick at her eyes. It was odd. They burned a little, stung. She brought a hand up to them and was a bit surprised when she realized the tips of her fingers were wet. Was she crying? But, she didn’t feel sad. The reaction was confusing, her mind thinking one thing while her body did something else. She knew it must be a result of the chip and decided to store the memory of the occurrence for later. She’d ask Gregory about it at a more appropriate time. At that moment, she just wanted to relish the fact that he thought of her as his lover, his girlfriend. It made her feel special, not to mention desirable.

Feel.

There truly were no words to explain all of that. Reegan was indeed finding that she could feel. And she knew that she had Gregory to thank for that. Each and every thing he did made her feel more and more alive. It was unbelievably wonderful. He talked to her like he would a friend, a confidante. He touched her like a cherished lover, the most precious of treasures. And the looks he gave her. If she could actually breathe, she knew full well that he’d steal it away with the way his eyes seared into her soul, somehow seeing more than just her synthetic body.

Reegan leaned against Gregory, her one hand in his, as she stared at the swirling colors frozen in both space and time within the nearby blackhole’s event horizon. ‘What a perfect place,’ she thought. ‘To be frozen in time, within the most perfect of moments.’ Of course, the logical side of her mind, the tiny corner that the chip did not touch, knew the ramifications if either she or Gregory managed to get stuck within the event horizon. It would be lethal, lost forever as an infinite mass’s pull held sway over them for eternity, ripping them limb for limb.

Smiling, Reegan pushed the logical notion out of her mind, sealing it up within that tiny logical corner. She turned to look at Gregory, her face full of expression and emotion.

“It’s stunning, Greg,” Reegan spoke. She pushed her dark hair over her shoulders and leaned against Gregory. “Thank you for showing me this. I can see why you like it.” She gave him a smile as she slowly let go of his hand. “It is so serene… beautiful.”

A small smile tugged on the corners of Reegan’s lips. She truly found the sight spectacular, inspiring. As she continued to gaze, her mind wandered a little, going through all the information stored within her positronic brain. Information about all the places and sights that humans found to be the most incredible, the most gorgeous.

“Greg,” Reegan began as an idea floated into her mind. “Is this space station equipped with a holodeck?” She turned to face Gregory. “Perhaps we can create our own personal vacation right here on the station.” She smiled. “We can go anywhere you want. And if the program isn’t available, I’m more than capable of writing one.”

Reegan just stared deeply into Gregory’s eyes as she waited for him to answer her. She hoped the place had a holodeck. The thought of custom-creating their ideal vacation together and then taking it seemed rather pleasant to her. If it indeed did. She then hoped that he’d agree to go on one. With her.

 

[doom29169]

“Greg,” Reegan began as an idea floated into her mind. “Is this space station equipped with a holodeck?” She turned to face Gregory. “Perhaps we can create our own personal vacation right here on the station.” She smiled. “We can go anywhere you want. And if the program isn’t available, I’m more than capable of writing one.”

Reegan just stared deeply into Gregory’s eyes as she waited for him to answer her. She hoped the place had a holodeck. The thought of custom-creating their ideal vacation together and then taking it seemed rather pleasant to her. If it indeed did. She then hoped that he’d agree to go on one. With her.

"Indeed, there is a halodeck. Its power requirements are normally more than the station can bear with my experiments running. However since I am going on vacation, I can shut down all but the most delicate." He takes her hand around his waist, leaving it on his opposite hip. He slides his now free hand under his lab coat, which she still wears, and against the warm skin of her back. He descends to her buttocks, feeling the shapely warm flash there. He is quickly becoming aurosed again.

He turnes to face her, keeping the Maw at his back so that she can see both it and him. He does not speak, but looking into her eyes, his speak volumes. He reaches for her breast again, tenderly touching her there. Not like before where he was groping something new, now he is deliberate, feeling for what she likes. As the thick nubs of her nipples harden he strokes them lightly. He licks his fingers so that they slide easier across her skin.

With one hand he continues to stroke her breast and with the other he travels down, across her stomach to her pelvis. He explores her there as well, gently spreading her legs and fondling her wet pussy until her clit springs into his fingers. He gently touches her there, rubbing her in slow lazy circles. His eyes never leave hers. he continues manipulating her, searching for her orgasm. He wants her to come at least once more before he takes her, and it is clearly his intention to take her here, in the observation lounge, mostly likely on the large table to the side of them.

 

[darkangel76]

Reegan smiled a little as Gregory looked back at her. The sight of him and the anomaly in the distance was absolutely breathtaking. Yes, that was the word she would choose if asked to give the scene before her a description. Breathtaking.

Slowly, Reegan’s eyes drifted as she took notice of Gregory’s deliberate movements. The way his hands touched her now, so different from earlier, was as if he was trying to explore her body. Trying to learn it, almost commit it to memory. The idea of that thrilled her. Could she be thrilled? It seemed so. Thanks to the chip. She allowed her body to feel his hands as they caressed her with purpose. She took delight, oh the thought of being able to ‘take delight’ in anything, in how he rubbed her breasts. Closing her eyes for a moment, she concentrated on the way his hands felt against her heated skin, the way they made her nipples harden and stand at attention. Her neural processors nearly lost it when he licked his fingers and allowed them to slip and slide across her skin. The sensations were phenomenal. Each caress better than its predecessor.

Reegan gasped several times. It was then that she realized just how much she enjoyed her breasts being fondled. They were sensitive. The barest brush of a finger and tingles immediately shot down through her body and settled deeply within her core. The realization made her crave more, made her suddenly wish for Gregory’s mouth to suck on them, kiss them, lick them. Her cheeks reddened at the thoughts.

Just then, one of Gregory’s hands moved away from Reegan’s breasts. She whimpered slightly in protest as she felt it work its way down her body, finally resting between her legs. She felt him nudge them open and she obliged him willingly. As she spread them, she could feel the moisture pooling, threatening to drip along her thighs. Again she gasped as she felt her clit harden, becoming so aroused she had all she could do to shout out.

Gregory’s gaze was intense, his eyes fixed on Reegan’s. She couldn’t blink, didn’t want to blink. So they stared into each other’s eyes as he continued to stroke her, making the pleasure within her bubble up and rise. It wanted to surface, to ooze out of every pore on her synthetic body. Synthetic. She hardly felt synthetic as he touched her, his desire so very clear.

Reegan bit down on her lip as her pleasure sensors began to fire. She was going to cum. Yes, Gregory’s fingers were going to make her cum hard and loud. Right there. At that moment.

Suddenly, Reegan shouted out, “Greg!” Her body shook and shivered, her legs wobbling as if they would buckle beneath her body, unable to support her weight. Regardless of it all, her eyes stayed fixed on Gregory’s. There was no way she could look away. And when she allowed her mind to think on it, she knew she didn’t want to.

 

[doom29169]

Looking into his Android Companion's eyes while he brought her off proved to be more stimulating than he had imagined. As she gave voice to her passion he found his own rising. He watched as fondling her breasts made her shake all over, growing more and more passionate. She blushed, which he took as a sign of impending orgasm, and he wanted to feel her pussy when she came.

When he touched her, he felt her heat radiating and her body's reaction to aurosal her moisture and her clit becoming erect and ready for action. He wanted to say filthy things to her, call her a slut, brag about how she wanted him, but was afraid to. He didn't know if she would take it for what it was meant to be - she may not understand yet. He could be patient and wait until he was sure she would not take it the wrong way.

Her blush spread to her neck and upper chest as she gave cries and shouts of lust filled joy. Then her legs became wobbly and he moved up close to her, pulling her arms around his neck and supporting her weight against him. He was afraid she might penetrate herself on his fingers and so rested his palm against her labia instead. He had a wicked idea, having read about methods of extending a female's orgasm he found her clit with his thumb and pushed it against her pubic bone, making rough circles with it. He had read about this, but was unsure if it would work, or even if she would enjoy it. He felt no shame though in experimenting with her body, it was the only female body he had ever had that opportunity for.

With her arms around him, and their eyes locked onto each other he gently nudged her to the table. When she was their he lay her on her back and spread her legs open. He positioned himself between them, never breaking their eye contact. He rubbed the head of his cock against her labia, the heat radiated from it and from her. He teased her with it, sliding it up and down against her lips, flicking it against her clit. "I cannot wait any longer. This might hurt, I'm sorry, but only the first time." In the back of his mind he felt ill about causing her pain, but he knew that the pain would be brief and would quickly be replaced with pleasure if he treaded her gently. He didn't want to be gentle, his body urged him to consumate their relationship roughly but he refused to give into that part. It was imperative to him that she enjoy her first experiance and he was eager for his own pleasure. It was a difficult position to be in, but he choose to put her needs ahead of his own. He continued to stroke her lips, gathering her moisture onto his cock. When he was nearly at the limit of his patience he leaned in and whispred "Are you ready?" When she was he pushed into her as gently as he could. When he pierced her maidenhead he waited. If she wanted he would withdraw, but his stamina for that was weigning. He knew there would be blood, he just hoped to minimize her discomfort...