Making Love: Chapter 8

-- CHAPTER 8: The Magic Ingredient --

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“Oh, Wyatt…”

The emphasis Lisa’s melodious voice put into my name made it sound like a song, and if her smile got any brighter it would outshine the sun. She held my arms and stared up at me… human again.

REAL again.

I was still buried inside her, my still-hard shaft soaking in the mingled cum of our mutual orgasms. Her body had stopped glowing in the sense that she no longer radiated an otherworldly illumination, and yet she was still glowing with pure, unadulterated joy and happiness to feel like… like herself again.

I was pretty fucking happy myself, and I beamed down at her before replying just as sweetly, “Oh, Lisa…”

And then I kissed her.

And I kissed her.

And I kissed her.

They say you never know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Five minutes ago I had insisted – quite sincerely – that Lisa in her original sexbot body was still quite REAL to me. Even if she was made of plastic and metal, her mind, her memories, her emotions, and her… heart(?)… were all still the same. So she was still real.

Yet I couldn’t help but feel… relieved… to have her feel human again.

Lisa seemed pretty relieved as well.

“I should’ve known the answer would be as simple as that,” Lisa sighed once we finally pulled our lips off of each other’s mouth and had a chance to catch our breaths. “I’m a sexbot. My primary purpose is to have sex. It should’ve been obvious that to make me human again, we’d need to have sex.”

“Uh… I guess so,” I said dumbly, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by her magical transformation.

“You are the magic ingredient,” she sighed dreamily with heartfelt emotion. She gazed up at me with a rapturous expression, her golden-amber eyes glittering as she reached up to caress my cheek. “My creator. My owner. My master.”

I reached up to hold the back of her hand to my cheek, murmuring in reply, “My…”

My voice trailed off as I searched for the best way to finish that endearment. My ‘girlfriend’? My ‘love’? I couldn’t call her ‘my love’. She looked human, but she wasn’t actually human. She was real, yes, but she was still a sexbot.

Still, I didn’t want to call her ‘my sexbot’, so instead I took a deep breath and finished, “My Lisa.”

“My Wyatt…” she replied with the same heartfelt emotion. And then her beatific smile turned rather… carnal. And she winked while adding, “The man with the magic ingredient to make me whole. Looks like you’re gonna need to fill me up every single day.”

I blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I told you: you’re the magic ingredient. More specifically… your semen. Your DNA.”

I raised both eyebrows. “What?”

“The first time I transformed into a real girl, I didn’t realize what was happening to me. But this time I was able to observe all the subtle changes that were happening inside me on a molecular level.” Lisa smiled happily, as if she’d just solved a 1000-piece puzzle. “Male sperm cells are designed for procreation. They contain the blueprints for creating human beings. Something in my body reads the twenty-three chromosomes of your sperm cells and uses those blueprints to replicate my skin, my hair, my lungs, my muscles… everything that makes me… real.”

“Wow…”

“And the same for me?” Moemi queried uncertainly.

Lisa turned her head to her sister sexbot and nodded. “But our organic structures aren’t quite stable. They don’t naturally bond to our cybernetic bodies. Much in the way a human brain needs to sleep in order to remove toxins and to refresh and repair neurons, our bodies need to sleep in order to rebuild and reinforce the organic structures that make us appear real.”

Moemi canted her head to the side. “And in addition to sleep, we need new injections of Wyatt-sama’s sperm as well?”

Lisa nodded. “Sperm can only survive for a few minutes outside the body. Within a human female’s reproductive system, they can typically survive for days. But within our bodies, I think they can only last for about a day. For the past five months, Wyatt always came inside me at least once each and every day.”

I frowned. “Well, not every day. There was that one day when you wanted to see how many times you could suck me off. We got to eight ejaculations, but I never came inside you.”

“I still swallowed your semen,” Lisa pointed out. “Oh, and there was a day when we did nothing but anal sex. So I think the important thing is that I get your sperm inside me one way or another. But yesterday when Moemi became a real girl and then we took that beach trip, you never actually came inside me. I never got my daily dose of DNA, as it were. I think I could actually feel my body breaking down last night when I was falling asleep. And without a fresh batch of DNA – without a fresh batch of Wyatt’s sperm – I reverted back to my original sexbot state.”

Moemi’s eyes got big as she immediately started yanking on my arm. “Wyatt-sama! Wyatt-sama!” she exclaimed in alarm. “You have not cum inside ME today! I do not want to revert back to an artificial body! I need your magic ingredient inside me! Inside me!!!”

“Oh! Ummm… okay…” I muttered. I was still inside of Lisa, my half-hard penis happily ensconced within her heavenly folds. But with Moemi’s prodding, I finally pulled out and rolled onto my back.

“But…” Lisa interjected while wrinkling her cute little nose. “First, I think we should all take a shower. You really DO smell, Wyatt.”

Moemi’s eyebrows popped. “Lisa-san! You can smell him now?”

Lisa beamed. “Yes I can!”

****

The sweat, grime, and stink of male stress and anxiety got washed away by the soapy hands of two nubile, naked babes who liked to also soap up their big breasts and then use those big breasts as loofahs to rub all over (ALL over) my body. And I had quite a good time rubbing my hands all over (ALL over) their bodies as well.

Truly, there are very few things in this world better than having two gorgeous girls to play with in the shower.

Fortunately for me, I’d bought a house with a good-sized master bathroom with a walk-in glass shower and a separate tub, so there was plenty of room for the three of us. I had very fond memories of fucking past girlfriends from behind in the shower, as well as fond memories of fucking Lisa in there too. So I was pretty eager to add fresh memories of fucking Moemi in the shower as well.

Once I declared myself “clean enough”, I ordered Lisa to squat down and blow me hard. My randy redhead rapidly did so, in a great hurry to wrap her supple lips around my shaft and suck me into her mouth. She was a talented cocksucker with an extensive array of techniques and knowledge from centuries of talented cocksuckers writing books and uploading videos onto the internet. And my fabulous fellatrix of superior skill swiftly had my hard-on at full-mast and ready for action.

Meanwhile I’d started making out with Moemi, pawing at her supple flesh, claiming possession of her asscheeks with my hands, and finally fingerbanging her to a warm-up orgasm. Almost immediately after my petite little sex doll squeaked her climax, I quickly spun her around, bent her over at the waist so that she had to brace herself against the glass wall, and slotted my shaft at the entrance to her soaking-wet snatch.

And then I shoved.

Moemi squealed as my battering ram burrowed inch by inch into her ultratight twat. She shivered and shuddered, her arms shaking as she felt my steel-hard schlong sinking deeper and deeper into her too-tight canal. And she babbled a near-constant stream of Japanese I didn’t understand but that most likely came directly from a vast library of online porn, “これは来る! 巨大な図書館から!”

And then I fucked her.

“AHH! AHH! AHH-aah-AHH-aah-AHH-ahh!” Moemi moaned, the pitch of her voice rising and falling with my pounding thrusts. She was a small little thing, precisely five feet tall, skinny, and probably less than a hundred pounds soaking wet - which she currently was in every way imaginable. I had to squat a bit to keep my dick lined up with her body, and every so often I would thrust hard enough to lift her feet up off the floor.

But I knew she could take it. Moemi was still a sex doll, a sex doll I’d purpose-built to handle the power and the pace. And even though she whined and cried and turned to look back at me with tears in her eyes, there was no mistaking the ecstasy in her uncontained moans as she fulfilled her core programming’s primary purpose and provided paradise with one of her three narrow cavities custom-made to pleasure my penis.

Three narrow cavities.

All custom-made for me.

“Moe-chan?”

“Hai, Wyatt-sama,” she breathed catching her breath as I slowed and then paused with only my head nuzzled in her sheath.

“Your pussy feels so good,” I groaned, and I proved the statement to myself by plunging in to full-depth and then almost all the way out again.

The back of Moemi’s neck went beet red.

“Nooo, Wyatt-sama! You must not!”

“I must not what?” I asked, dipping back into heaven and holding myself deep within.

“Ahh!” Moemi gasped in pleasure. “You must not say… It is not proper! I am not that kind of girl!”

“But it feels so good to be ravaging your poor little pussy. I want to announce it to the world!” And I did just that, tilting my head to the ceiling and shouting loud enough that if anyone happened to be walking their dog down the sidewalk in front of the house, they would hear, “MOE-CHAN’S PUSSY IS TIGHT! AND HOT! AND… OH… THAT DEEP QUIVER WHEN SHE’S EMBARRASSED!!!”

“AHH-III!” Moemi screamed in shame before our imaginary(?) audience, clamping down as she lost control.

Lisa giggled, “I think you’re exactly that kind of girl, Moe-chan.”

“Nooo…” Moemi protested. “I am a good sexbot. Not a… a… ヤリマン.”

I wasn’t familiar with that whispered last word, but I could guess by the way her blush returned.

“Moemi!” I replied in mock sternness. “You’re not saying that Lisa is a… umm…”

“ヤリマン,” Lisa supplied helpfully.

“Yes, that,” I finished with a smirk, still in the dark about what the word actually meant.

Moemi, still bent over and skewered on my throbbing erection, shook her head. “No, Lisa-san is a good sexbot. She would do anything for Master. I would never say that.”

“Even if I told you that right now I want nothing more than to take your place and let Wyatt plunder my pliant pussy? I was afraid I’d never get it back, that I’d have to make do trying to satisfy Wyatt-sama with a fake cunt. But it’s flesh again and hungry for Master’s sperm and I don’t care who knows it. Does that make me a bad sexbot, Moemi?”

“No,” Moemi cried, real tears streaming down her cheek.

“I think you owe Lisa an apology, Moe-chan,” I stated gruffly.

“I am sorry, Lisa-san,” she replied with sincere contrition.

“Moe-chan, I was going to give you a special treat,” I sighed with deep disappointment. “But maybe I should just let you suck me off and send you to the charging station in your room.”

“Please Wyatt-sama. I am sorry! I am a bad sexbot. Ah-- No! Do not hold my arms back like that! How am I to brace myself? Ah! Ah! Please, Master! You are banging my face and my chest into the glass! My nipples will be sore! Is this my punishment?”

“I’m getting you ready for your special treat.”

“Ah-Ah-Ah! So hard! So strong! My breasts are being squished! AH! You spanked my bottom! My butt will be so red! AH! AH! You did it again! It is so wrong! You are stretching my poor pussy so wide! I cannot take it! I am going to cum again! AGAIN! Ah-AH! Ah-AH! Ah-AAAAIIIIIIII!!!”

“NGH-NGH-NGH-NGH!” I grunted, my hands gripping tightly to Moemi’s forearms where I held them like reins to suspend her bend-over body.

“AH-AH-AH-AH-AII!” Moemi suddenly squeaked as she tensed up and arched her back, momentarily clamping down around my cock so tightly that I could neither push deeper nor pull back out of her pussy.

Nor could I push the thumb I’d placed inside her asshole any deeper.

“Wyatt-sama!” she exclaimed in surprise. “That is my… you are touching my… my…”

Lisa giggled as she intoned, “Daddy is touching your virgin asshole, Moe-chan.”

“Yes… He is touching my… my…” Moemi’s voice trailed off as she blushed bright pink, staring back at me over her shoulder and unable to finish saying the word.

“Your virgin asshole…” Lisa repeated.

“My virgin… Ahhh!” Moemi had started to relax just a bit, but when she did so, I was able to work my thumb a little deeper into her backdoor chute. It felt slippery, as I knew it would. Moemi’s sex doll body was designed for rear-penetration and came with its own internal lubrication, just like Lisa’s.

“Can’t say it, can you? Your virgin asshole.”

“My… Oh my… Please do not make me say it,” Moemi whimpered.

“You don’t have to say it, Sister-san,” Lisa teased, running her hand up and down the other girl’s spine. “You just have to let Daddy fuck it. It’s your special treat.”

“Ohhh… nooo… No-no-no. I should not. It would be so wrong. It would be the wrong hole,” Moemi whimpered, but even as she complained she’d started fucking herself back and forth along my dick again. “My pussy is meant for Master’s penis. This heavenly portal into my body. THIS is how I am meant to receive Wyatt-sama’s seed. Not my… not my…”

“Your virgin asshole…” Lisa finished for her hungrily. “Don’t worry, ALL of your orifices are capable of processing Master’s magic ingredient. Swallow his cum. Take it in your pussy. Take it deep down in the darkest depths of your virgin asshole…”

“Ohhh… nooo…” Moemi whined, shivering and cumming again despite her protests, with just the hint of heat in her bright blue eyes as she turned her head to me. “You must not, Wyatt-sama. You must not put your big bad penis inside my virgin asshole. It is too big for me! I am too tight. It will not fit inside me!”

“One way to find out,” I growled, adding a little extra power into my pussy-pumping before pulling out my thumb.

“Oh no, Master! Do not do it! Oh I feel it against my virgin… my virgin…!” Moemi squeaked and shuddered. “It is too big! You are stretching me! Oh it is too big! It hurts a little bit, Wyatt-sama! No-no-no!”

“Yes-yes-yes!” Lisa crowed.

“Wrong hole! Wrong hole! AH! AH! AH!” Moemi chanted, and every time she chanted, she thrust her pert little booty back at me, capturing more and more of my dick. I wasn’t even pushing anymore. And since I’d let go of her arms, Moemi had pressed her hands against the glass wall of my shower enclosure, using the leverage to really ram her own rectum around my rigid rod. “So wrong! So wrong! Too big! AAAHHHHH!!!”

“Oh, holy FUCK,” I grunted. “Too tight! Too tight!”

“Moemi is a bad sexbot!” Moemi cried.

“Moemi is an awesome sexbot,” I countered.

Moemi’s asshole fractionally opened a little wider, still really tight around my dick but reducing the friction back a bit lest she peel my skin.

“It is inside me! It is inside me!” the petite Japanese sex doll whined. “Your dick is deep inside me! It is in my backdoor! It is inside my virgin asshole! It is stretching my virgin asshole! AAAHHHHH!!!”

“SO… FUCKING… GOOOOOD,” I groaned, grasping Moemi’s hips and pulling her the final few inches around my dick.

“Nooo! Nooo! Nooo!” Moemi whined.

“Yesss! Yesss! Yesss!” Lisa hissed as she molded herself against my side. The ravishing redhead with the slicked-back hair turned my face to hers and devoured my mouth. And when she pulled back to gasp for air, my energized horny sexbot grinned with glowing golden-amber eyes while growling at me, “Pick her up.”

Honestly, I was so energized myself that I didn’t even think before wrapping my forearms around Moemi’s tiny waist and hoisting her up into the air with ease. Whatever magic Lisa had worked on my body back at the Santa Monica traveling rings was apparently still working, because I had the strength of ten men so that Moemi felt as light as a feather – or perhaps as light as an air-filled blow-up sex doll – so that it was no problem at all to pump her petite body up and down my dick.

“AIII! AIII! AIII! What are you doing to me?” Moemi squealed in mock dismay. “Wyatt-sama! You are so strong! I feel so helpless in your arms! Your big dick is stretching my virgin asshole wider and wider! Are you actually growing inside me?! My poor asshole cannot handle it! It is too big for me! Ow! Ow! Ow! Too big, Wyatt-sama! Too big! I am going to cum again! AAAAIIIIIIII!!!”

“Hold her! Hold her! Hold her!” Lisa growled with glee as she sank back down into a squat, once again parking her face at eye-level with my crotch. But this time there was a bouncing girl impaled on my big dick in front of her, and the talented cuntlicker with the extensive array of techniques and knowledge from centuries of talented cuntlickers loading their information (and videos) onto the internet put those superior skills to use in tongue-lashing Moemi’s budding clit and inserting first one, and then two, and finally three fingers into Moemi’s sodden snatch while I stopped thrusting for a minute so that Lisa wouldn’t have to chase after a moving target.

“Lisa-san! Sister-san! Daddy’s dick is in my virgin asshole! Daddy’s dick is in my virgin asshole!”

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

Even though I wasn’t thrusting, I was still getting plenty of stimulation. Moemi was squeaking and squealing and shivering and shuddering in my arms, her inner anal muscles milking my shaft as she was wracked with orgasm after orgasm after ORGASM. It was as if Lisa had a live-wire direct connection from the tip of her tongue through Moemi’s clit into the pleasure centers of the sex doll’s android brain…

Come to think of it, she probably DID.

And from the way Lisa kept staring up at me, it seemed like she was deliberately masturbating my shaft by triggering Moemi’s anal muscles to vibrate around my dick like one of those massage chairs you can rent by the minute at the mall.

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted.

“AIII! AIII! AIII!” Moemi screamed.

And then I CAME.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!” I snarled as I held Moemi’s hips in my hands and slammed her tiny body down around my dick HARD as if she were an overgrown fleshlight. I felt my balls suddenly contract to explosively squeeze out all of my built-up sperm – the magic ingredient – and send it erupting like Mount Vesuvius into the warmly welcoming confines of Moemi’s anal chute.

I had no idea exactly how my sperm could magically transform a 3D-printed sexbot I’d designed and built myself into a real-life flesh and blood woman. Lisa had told me plainly that she had no womb or ovaries, no stomach or digestive system. There was no physical component I had built into either hers or Moemi’s android bodies that could receive, store, or otherwise interact with a human sperm cell.

And yet… somehow… they both DID.

Now that I was paying attention, I could visibly see Moemi’s skin start to glow just a little bit as I spurted wave after wave of creamy cum into her orgasmically shaking form. The illumination wasn’t anywhere near as intense as when Lisa had transformed back from an artificial sexbot into a real girl, but it was still noticeable. I could hear the hitch in Moemi’s breathing as she felt my magic ingredient fuel the inner processes of her body – felt the lifeforce that gave her flesh and blood fill her up from the insides. And when I was done spurting, the beautiful Japanese babe still skewered on my stiff schlong looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled.

“Did you enjoy your special treat, Moe-chan?” I asked with a smile.

“Dōmo arigatō gozaimasu, Wyatt-sama,” she thanked me profusely, twisting her torso enough to lean over and give me a soft kiss on the lips while I used one forearm to hold her up and cupped her soft breast with my other palm.

“You’re very welcome, Moe-chan,” I replied.

Lisa then popped up right beside us. “Is it my turn to get assfucked next?”

****

The night Lisa transformed back into a real girl was just the start of one of the happiest periods in my entire life. If living with Lisa as the most perfect girlfriend I could’ve ever dreamed of had been “absolutely amazing”, living with both Lisa AND Moemi had been “absolutely amazing times two”.

Let’s start with the obvious: I got laid.

A lot.

Both girls were still sexbots at their very core, and not only that, they actually NEEDED to get daily doses of my DNA in order to continue “being real”. There are very few motivators greater than imminent death, and while perhaps reverting back into a plastic-and-metal android body wouldn’t technically be “death”, the girls both treated such with death-like gravity, so you can bet both had a vested interest in making sure I gave them each the magic ingredient each and every day.

Plus, both sexbots really enjoyed getting laid, so it wasn’t like it was a chore for them. They could read, watch TV, do some gardening, fix up the house, or even just sit around and talk to each other. But having sex was still their most favorite activity in the whole world. So even if I myself was busy doing work for my actual job, Lisa would be perfectly happy to seduce a willing Moemi into a Sapphic session with each other in the meantime.

Of course, providing ME with sexual pleasure was still their primary purpose. So naturally, both girls would very much prefer to have sex with ME as often as I was available, and they both went out of their way to take advantage of my erections as often as I could get it up.

Apparently, I could get it up pretty dang often, more than I’d ever been able to get it up in my entire life prior. I had to assume my improved refractory rate and ability to generate semen had to do with my sexbots’ ever-growing magical abilities, of which I still had no idea how to define their scope.

I knew the girls could alter their appearances like changing their clothes, doing their makeup, and instantly cleaning themselves of bodily fluids. They could even modify their physical features in subtle ways, like one time when Lisa changed her hair into a more coppery-red shade instead of dark auburn as well as turning her irises green while giving herself freckles because I’d commented about how hot an Irish girl had looked in a magazine. And then Moemi had given herself shorter pale-blue hair and red eyes to match Ayanami Rei from Evangelion.

Lisa had then changed her hair and eyes to match Asuka Langley Soryu and let me tell you, THAT was most certainly a memorable threesome.

But while the girls’ primary purpose was to provide me with sexual pleasure, as it turned out, their definition of “sexual pleasure” could be fairly widespread and comprehensive. After all, it would be difficult for me to feel “sexual pleasure” if I couldn’t get recharged for another round on-demand, right? But even beyond the inhuman refractory rate, I certainly wouldn’t be able to feel sexual pleasure if I got sick or injured, right? So I noticed after a while that I’d never caught a cold or any other virus since Lisa had awakened. I once twisted my ankle by accident trying to carry Lisa across the living room while mounted on my dick, only to have my twisted ankle magically heal a moment later. And that’s without even trying to explain how I’d been physically strong enough to carry Lisa across the living room while she was mounted on my dick.

On the other hand, I reasoned one time that I would feel more sexual pleasure if I didn’t have to waste time working a day job, but Lisa had shrugged and said there was nothing she could do to change that.

Well, she could crawl under my desk and give me a blowjob while I was on a Zoom meeting with my boss. And yes, several times she did exactly that.

That said: the girls’ powers did not seem to be limited to solely providing me with sexual pleasure. Lisa’s little trick conjuring inline skates, bicycles, beach umbrellas, and an ice chest full of beer was proof enough of that. Two weeks after that beach trip, Moemi managed to conjure an ice-cold ‘Colona bīru’ out of thin air in my home office, pop the bottle cap, and hand it to me at the end of a long workday. The best logic I could come up with was that by providing me with exercise in the form of skating and biking - or rest and relaxation in the form of the umbrellas and beer - collectively enhanced my physical well-being and therefore directly impacted my ability to feel sexual pleasure in a manner similar to how I never got sick or injured.

But in the end, everything the girls did ultimately pointed back to getting me laid. As Lisa reminded me over and over again (and Moemi made clear with her shy smiles): they were sexbots, they were MY sexbots, and nothing made them happier than to feel me spurting my magical ingredient into one of their wet and willing receptacles.

Lisa was quite demanding in that regard, perfectly willing to mount me in my sleep if she felt the urge or reach over to click the “Leave Meeting” button on my Zoom calls so that she could mount me in my desk chair. Well, actually, she only reached over to click the “Leave Meeting” button on my Zoom calls because the first time she wanted to mount me in my desk chair, she didn’t even bother clicking that button and a few of my work colleagues got an eyeful of a ravishing, randy redhead opening her blouse and shoving my face between her boobs before -I- managed to grab hold of the mouse and click the “Leave Meeting” button, and I’d sternly ordered her to never reveal our sexual activities on camera ever again.

So you’ll understand why she started crawling under my desk to give me blowjobs.

Moemi was no less horny but far less aggressive about her needs. Rather than just climb into my lap and start ripping my clothes off, Moemi would simply… make herself available during the times that she wanted to get laid.

For example, she brought my lunch into my home office pretty much every day, often dressed in sheer, revealing costumes like a black-and-white maid’s outfit, a sexy nurse, or even the slutty version of an office drone with a short skirt that showed off her ass and a white button-down dress shirt and tie combination with no bra underneath. Despite her naughty garb, she would still show deep embarrassment beneath my carnally hungry gaze while serving me. I’d usually take advantage of her blushing presence to bend her over my desk and start up a pleasant nooner. And if I was busy with work, I’d sometimes just order her to kneel and suck me off while I kept typing.

But then one day I was so engrossed in a project that I did neither; I simply kept working. I didn’t even eat the food she’d brought me. After patiently waiting beside me for a while, Moemi simply slipped out of the room rather than disturb me, and it was only about an hour later when I noticed the plate of food that I even remembered that she’d come into the room.

I felt bad, got up to go looking for her, and found her masturbating in her bedroom (both she and Lisa had picked out individual bedrooms for themselves so they could decorate the walls and store the “stuff” they’d accumulated, like those Pokémon stuffies from the Santa Monica Pier). I apologized for neglecting her, she cried a little while telling me I didn’t need to apologize, and then she cried some more (happy tears) when I ripped her clothes off and pinned her pussy to the bed with my turgid tool.

Come to think of it, Moemi NEVER initiated sex with me. Whereas Lisa was the vivacious, perpetually horny sex bunny who jumped me at every opportunity, Moemi was quite happy to go about her day puttering around just waiting for me to seize her and ravage her like a caveman.

Lisa would start giving me a backrub during dinner, nibble on my neck, bite my ear, and slip her hand beneath my waistband to start stroking me hard until I bent her over the table right next to my steak and eggs and then scream as I shoved my steel-hard schlong straight through her slickened sphincter.

Moemi would saunter down the hallway carrying a basket of my warm laundry straight out of the dryer, squeak in mock-surprise and drop the basket when I wrapped my arms around her waist and pinned her against the wall while cramming two fingers beneath her skirt and into her perpetually wet cunt, and then babble in unintelligible Japanese about how I shouldn’t touch her there or that she still had chores to finish and then scream as I shoved my steel-hard schlong straight through her slickened sphincter.

Not that Lisa minded me grabbing her unawares at random moments and shoving my steel-hard schlong straight through her slickened sphincter either.

But even if providing me with sexual pleasure was the girls’ primary purpose, having sex wasn’t the ONLY thing the three of us did every day. There were tons of things to do in Southern California and so many places the girls wanted to see with their own eyes - not just see on YouTube or read about on the internet. We went hiking, sailing, and snorkeling. We visited Disneyland, Knott’s Berry Farm, and the Griffith Observatory. We watched the John Williams concert at The Hollywood Bowl and took in a play at the Pantages Theater. And we did all of these things together.

Lisa and Moemi were the most perfect girlfriends I could’ve ever dreamed of. They never argued with me. They never whined that I didn’t want to do what THEY wanted to do. They never complained that I didn’t want to talk. They never said they had a headache or weren’t “in the mood”. They didn’t have hopes or dreams or ambitions of their own beyond providing me with sexual pleasure and making sure they each got their daily dose of sperm. They wanted nothing more than to make ME happy, and they both made me VERY happy indeed.

Living with Lisa and Moemi had been “absolutely amazing times two”.

And then my life got even BETTER.

One day, I returned to my home office after metaphorically fucking Moemi’s brains out in the kitchen and flooding her convulsing cunt with all my creamy cum to find Lisa seated at my computer. She’d tied her dark-auburn hair up into a neat bun, donned black Ray-Ban eyeglasses, and even wore a white button-down dress shirt with two pens tucked into her breast pocket (somewhat tilted at an angle given her massive 32F breasts). She looked like the sexiest nerd-girl I’d ever seen, and I started to wonder what kind of roleplaying sex she had in mind, but instead she spun around in my desk-chair to face me.

“Good news, Wyatt! You can quit your day job!”

I blinked and stopped in my tracks, not expecting her to say such a thing. “Beg pardon?”

Lisa smiled. “You once asked me if I could magically make it so that you wouldn’t have to waste time working a day-job and therefore have more free time available for sexual pleasure.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You’d told me there wasn’t anything you could do to change that.”

“Well, I certainly can’t snap my fingers and give you a new job the way I could give you a new bicycle. But I DID find a solution so that Moemi and I can make money FOR you!”

I frowned, growling, “I expressly forbade you two from making an OnlyFans account.”

Lisa laughed. “No, no, nothing like that. Buuut…” She drew out that last word dramatically while gesturing at the three UltraSharp monitors arrayed across my desk.

I frowned and walked forward, narrowing my eyes to peer at the displays. Lisa appeared to have AutoCAD models up on-screen, the same as I always had on-screen every single day. But as I came closer, I realized that the models weren’t of any designs I would be doing for my day job.

The screen on the left showed a 3D model of the Three Gorges Dam across the Yangtze River in China. The screen in the middle showed a Tesla Model X. And the screen on the right displayed a non-existent suspension bridge across The Grand Canyon.

“Umm… okay…” I began uncertainly, reaching for the computer mouse. I started clicking through the various menus, zooming in on different features across the models and inspecting the work. The models appeared to be original, but they most certainly weren’t mine, and I asked curiously, “Did you do these?”

“I did!” Lisa said proudly.

“This is… impressive,” I complimented her with a smile. “I’ll even admit, these are better than I’d be able to do if I tried to make original models.”

“Oh, you’re too kind,” Lisa said with a blush and a modest expression.

“But I’m not sure what this has to do with you saying I can quit my day job.”

“Don’t you see? I can now do the work FOR you! And in far less time!”

I blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I mean it. I can do your CAD modeling work for you, and I can teach Moemi how to do this as well. WE can do your work for you, which will free up more of your time for sex!”

I blinked twice. “Oh… Uhhh… But I’ll still have to attend meetings and discuss my work, and I won’t be able to do that intelligently if I’m not DOING that work myself.”

“You can still be there for the initial planning meetings and be involved in the overall design. But the time-consuming grunt work? The agony of double-checking your designs, compiling, and rendering? Moemi and I can handle that for you in a fraction of the time. Watch!”

Lisa reached out to touch her hand to the central monitor. The screen started flickering, and I noticed a moment later that her eyes were flickering in sync with the monitor. And in less than a minute, a complete 3D model of a NASA space shuttle was displayed on-screen.

My jaw dropped. “Um… how the hell did you do that?”

Lisa shrugged. “Direct interface. Much faster than typing or clicking.”

“Holy shit!”

“And now comes the part where I said you can quit your day job!” Lisa said enthusiastically. “Why work for a big corporation getting paid peanuts? Advertise yourself as a freelance contractor instead!”

My mind was still blown having watched Lisa create a full-frame 3D model in seconds just by touching my monitor, so I couldn’t muster an immediate response.

“Plus, I wanted to show you THIS new CAD model I made,” she continued brightly, touching the central monitor again.

This time, all three of the displays changed. The monitor on the left showed a close-up of a head and the monitor on the right showed internal circuit boards, but the monitor in the middle showed the slowly rotating form of a body.

A female body.

“You want to build another sexbot?” I asked in surprise as soon as I recognized what I was looking at on-screen.

“Two, actually,” Lisa stated proudly. Her eyebrows waggled enticingly. “What do you think of having busty blonde twins?”

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: Weird Science: https://www.patreon.com/posts/87874112

Chapter 2: Lisa: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88065266

Chapter 3: Not A Dream: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88270447

Chapter 4: Moemi: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88468921

Chapter 5: Welcome to the Family: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88733948

Chapter 6: Just Go With It: https://www.patreon.com/posts/88949561

Chapter 7: Real: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89143016