Making Love: Chapter 5

-- CHAPTER 5: Welcome to the Family --

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“Ohhh… hhhooolllyyy… fffuuuccckkk…” I groaned as Moemi’s pouty little lips surrounded my shaft for the very first time and then started sinking down.

I hadn’t quite been at full-mast yet, but the sensations of her supple softness and tender tongue around my turgid tool rapidly rigidified my rod to diamond hardness. And the sight of her big blue eyes staring up at me the whole time only heightened my arousal.

“Do you like feeling Moemi sucking your dick?” Lisa asked.

“Love it… I love it…” I moaned, barely able to keep my elbows from collapsing as I reclined across my bed. I let my head fall back for a bit, but just a few seconds. I wanted to enjoy the sight of Moemi’s adorable face stretched wide around my dick, and I knew that my brand-new little sex doll also wanted to witness the pleasure her master was receiving from her ministrations.

But Moemi’s first blowjob didn’t last very long. It wasn’t that I came early or anything like that – certainly not so soon after fucking Lisa and then spurting all my sperm straight into her stomach. Rather, it was because I’d just spurted all my sperm straight into Lisa’s stomach that I wasn’t particularly inclined to cum anytime soon. And further…

… well…

… Moemi’s blowjob wasn’t very good.

I had to assume it was part of the brand-new sexbot’s “shy virgin” personality that made her such a novice fellatrix. I knew she had the core programming in there somewhere to be the best I’d ever had, but that technique certainly didn’t come to the fore right away.

Don’t get me wrong, Moemi wasn’t bad. She didn’t bite me or do anything that would make me uncomfortable, but nor did she try to deep-throat me, swirl her tongue around my tip, or perform any number of advanced techniques that Lisa had already demonstrated from the very beginning.

In any case, after two or three minutes of Moemi rather idly bobbing her head back and forth on my dick with little variation in her suction, she pulled off and looked a little disappointed that I hadn’t cum. But Lisa merely patted her head and said, “That’s such a great job for your first time! You’ll get better soon enough. We’re gonna get LOTS of practice!”

Moemi blushed and smiled shyly, looking simultaneously eager and nervous at the thought of getting lots of practice.

“Meanwhile, do you want to feel our master returning the favor?”

“Returning… the favor?” Moemi queried uncertainly, as if she didn’t understand.

Lisa smirked at the girl before winking at me. “What do you think, Wyatt? Do you want to find out if she tastes as sweet as she looks?”

“Ooh, yes please,” I replied with a grin.

“I-I… I still do not understand,” Moemi said in a small voice.

“You will,” Lisa assured her, patting the top of the mattress next to me. “Come up here.”

The shy girl looked at me first, as if awaiting my confirmation, so I went ahead and patted the area of the mattress beside me as well. “Yes, Moe-chan,” I encouraged, pronouncing the endearment Mo-Ay-Chan. “Come lie down.”

She gulped but nodded, once again instinctively covering her nudity with both arms as she stood up and then turned to lie down across the bed by my side. She moved obediently but uncertainly, not yet understanding what was going on. At least, she didn’t understand until I slid her thighs apart and started ducking my head.

Moemi squeaked and slammed her legs shut, covering her crotch with both hands. “Ehhh?!? Sore wa arienai! Masaka son’na koto ga aru hazu nai yo!” It was the exact same thing she’d exclaimed earlier, clearly expressing incredulous disbelief. Another round of rapid-fire Japanese burst forth, too fast for me to grasp. “私の話すのが早すぎるのであなたはついていけない!”

But Lisa replied back just as quickly, and the two had a quick little exchange that seemingly included several utterances of the honorific, ‘Wyatt-sama’.

Meanwhile, I sat back and let the girls hash it out. My dick started to deflate at Moemi’s obvious reluctance. Yes, Moemi was a constructed sex doll I’d assembled with my own hands to service my sexual needs. She was a construct with an artificial intelligence – not a living being – with thermoplastic elastomer skin, a grafted wig, and OLED eyes. In theory I could do whatever I wanted to her, whenever I wanted, as if she were a blow-up doll or a fleshlight. And yet I felt no need to make her do anything she didn’t want to do – not when I knew I had a ready-and-willing sex doll like Lisa happy to relieve me as often as I could get it up.

That said, I started to wonder exactly what I should do with Moemi after today. She was a straight-up sexbot, and not even a human-skinned sexbot like Lisa. I didn’t have much use for a malfunctioning sexbot that didn’t seem to want to have sex, you know? And while I knew I’d never simply terminate her, it seemed most practical to switch off Moemi’s body, give her A.I. another few months to gestate and learn from the internet, and then turn her body back on and see what she could do.

But while I was lost in these ruminations, Lisa and Moemi apparently came to some kind of agreement. A small hand took hold of mine, and I glanced over to see my Japanese sex doll giving me a nervous smile.

“Do you, Wyatt-sama…?” she asked softly. “Do you… want… to pleasure me?”

My instinct was to reply, ‘I only want to if you want me to.’ But just past Moemi’s shoulder I caught sight of Lisa glaring at me with big eyes that clearly said, You’re her master! BE her master!

So I squeezed Moemi’s hand and instructed, “Lie down and spread your legs, Moe-chan.”

Wide-eyed, the petite sexbot nodded her obedience and lay back across my bed. She spread her thighs and kept her hands on top of them, but she didn’t try to cover herself. And when I smiled and gazed down at her lovely little hairless pussy, she blushed and turned her head to the side, looking decidedly embarrassed.

But then she shivered when my tongue took its first lick through her narrow channel.

She shivered and squeaked, biting her lower lip when I swirled the tip of my tongue around her prominent clitoris. Her mouth gaped open, and she gasped when I slid my tongue between her moist labia and into her constricted channel. And she whined when I started eating her with intensity.

And then she came.

She came hard.

“AAAAAIIIII!!!”

After less than a minute of my cunnilingus, Moemi wailed her maiden orgasm to the ceiling, far louder than I would’ve thought possible. Her thighs boxed my ears with unexpected strength for her petite body, she yanked on my hair, and she squealed and shuddered beneath my face as if going into an epileptic fit. She twisted to my left… hard… and then twisted to the right, jerking me across the mattress side-to-side as she did so.

“AAAAAIIIII!!!”

“AAAAAIIIII!!!”

“AAAAAIIIII!!!”

She damn near snapped my head off. Perhaps I’d engineered a little too much juice into her servo motors?

Regardless, Moemi certainly seemed to be having a good time, and I managed to hold on for the ride without dislocating a cervical disc. She eventually groaned her last groan and went limp beneath me, her legs flopping open to the sides like the two sides of a book revealing the treasured information contained in its pages.

“Now, Wyatt, now…” Lisa urged. “It’s time. Take her virginity. Now!”

Raising my head, I quickly wiped my wet face with the back of my hand and then pushed up on all fours. Moemi’s body was splayed out haphazardly before me, limbs askew, completely helpless. I crawled over her while Lisa reached in to grab my throbbing erection and aim it into position. And as soon as I felt my mushroom head notch into place, I started pushing forward.

Fuck, she’s tight!

I’d designed the petite sexbot’s pussy to be tight – tighter than Lisa’s. But much as I wondered whether or not I’d overengineered the servo motors in her thighs, I wondered whether I’d made Moemi’s pussy too tight. Her channel was slickened with copious amounts of water-based lubrication, but millimeters mattered, and it felt akin to trying to shove my feet into a pair of shoes a half-size too small.

And Moemi’s pussy wasn’t the only part of her body clenched up. I’d only managed to press the first few inches of myself into her before her powerful thighs cinched around my hips while her hands clamped onto my upper arms. She gritted her teeth, whimpered in a high-pitched whine, and stared up at me with a bewitching mix of hesitancy and excitement on her face.

“Relax, Moe-chan…” I soothed. “Relax…”

Biting her lower lip, the sexbot nodded her obedience, although her body didn’t unclench right away. She closed her eyes and took shallow breaths that gradually deepened and slowed down in pace. And after another minute, she finally looked back up into my eyes, relaxed her inner membrane, and nodded once again for me to proceed.

I pushed forward, waiting for her to clamp up again as I claimed further territory in her virgin pussy. But she simply continued her deep breathing, big blue eyes shining as she felt her master claim her for his own.

Still so fucking tight…

Moemi’s virgin channel snugly surrounded my shaft, stretching just slightly to accommodate my girth. She shivered. She whimpered. And when I’d finally buried every last inch of myself into her, Moemi smiled and stared up at me with glittering big blue eyes as her owner claimed her virginity, mumbling something in Japanese beneath her breath.

And then she started crying.

Well, her OLED eyes seemed to fill with moisture, but the sex doll I’d built didn’t actually have any tear ducts. Still, she looked up at me with an expression of such joy and innocent wonder that it was easy to forget she wasn’t human. And she continued to stare up at me as I started to slowly pump myself in and out of her tightly constricting canal.

No longer did Moemi avert her eyes in embarrassment.

No longer did she try to cover herself up or hide in shame.

She continued to maintain eye contact with me, staring at my face as if absorbing the expressions of ecstasy that crossed my face. I found myself reminded of Lisa’s proclamations regarding her primary purpose: to provide ME – her master – with sexual pleasure. Moemi’s sex doll face was only capable of limited emotions, and yet I could still see how euphoric it made her feel to witness the pleasure I found within her body.

“Fuck… me… Wyatt-sama…” Moemi hummed happily. “Fuuuuck… Meeee…”

“Oh, Moe-chan…” I groaned as I picked up the pace of my pumping, her elastic vagina stretching and relaxing a little bit more to comply. “So good… So tight… Ooh! Not so tight!”

Moemi had reacted to my obviously pleased statement of ‘so tight’ by tightening even further, but when I exclaimed ‘not so tight!’ she immediately relaxed back to her previous state. She continued to hold my upper arms, monitoring my expression while slowly undulating her petite body beneath mine to match my rhythm and meet my thrusts.

“Wyatt-sama…” she mumbled, her lower lip quivering as she briefly closed her eyes and arched her spine, pushing her chin up into the air. Then, still with her eyes closed, she turned her head to the side, panting a little heavier in sync with my more powerful thrusts. “Wyatt-sama… Wyatt-sama…”

“Moe-chan… Moe-chan…” I groaned, planting my forehead on the pillow and really piledriving my hips.

“Wy-sama… Wy-sama…” she crooned, shortening my first name.

“Emi… Emi… Emi…” I added, pronouncing ‘Ay-Me’ like ‘Amy’.

Her next mutterings were in Japanese, words I didn’t understand although her meaning was clear. She was receiving pleasure and delighting in mine. And I felt her legs close up around my lower back while she hooked her hands beneath my armpits to hold my shoulders from the other side.

“Emi… Emi… Emi…”

“Take me… Take me… Take me!”

I took her. Harder and harder and harder I hammered her, driving my dick deep into her no-longer-virgin hole.

“Eee-yah! Eee-yah! Eee-yah!” she exclaimed, her voice starting to squeak as I sped up and really pounded her. I was well on my way to final release, and she started clenching her legs around my ass with every powerful thrust.

“RRRAAAUUUGGGHHH!” I roared as I felt my balls coming to a boil, and she apparently took that as her cue to cum as well.

“AAAAAIIIII!!! AAAAAIIIII!!! “AAAAAIIIII!!!”

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!” I howled as I slammed forward one final time and started filling her with all my creamy cum. My sex doll’s snug snatch similarly spasmed around my steel-hard shaft, sucking the sperm out of my schlong as if it had a mouth of its own. Moemi’s clenching cunt coaxed out a massive load from me, flooding her womb-less vaginal canal. And with nowhere else to go, creamy liquid started to leak out of her even before I was finished cumming.

Bright lights flashed in my vision. Inky blackness crept around the edges of my consciousness. Moemi’s internal servos massaged my meat to maximize my pleasure, and the feelings almost short-circuited my mind.

Almost.

But not quite.

I didn’t black out this time, but it was still one of the greatest orgasms of my life. I collapsed atop Moemi’s much smaller body, smothering her beneath my weight. But if she minded, she certainly didn’t seem to show it. Instead, she cuddled me close, hugging me with all four limbs with the fingertips of her right hand gently stroking my spine as I gasped for air and struggled not to lose consciousness.

What felt like an hour later, I finally summoned the strength to roll off of her. Moemi kept her gaze on me the entire time, smiling at the look of satisfaction on my face.

Lying flat on my back beside her, I held her left hand in mine and raised her fingers to my lips so I could kiss her knuckles, and she giggled cutely with a happy grin. No longer did she try to cover up her nudity. Indeed, she seemed to revel in it as she slid her right hand up and down her naked body, as if feeling her own skin for the very first time.

Well, I suppose she technically WAS feeling her own skin for the very first time. And when her fingers drifted down to the juncture between her thighs, she probed almost gingerly before raising her hand up to observe the creamy jism collected on her digits.

And then she tasted them.

“Mmmm…” she moaned, as if savoring the greatest meal imaginable. It made me honestly wonder what was going through her A.I. mind. I hadn’t given Moemi taste buds, obviously, although she had pressure sensors in her mouth that were supposed to aid in her ability to give me a quality blowjob. That said, perhaps she was simply reacting to the knowledge that her owner’s cum was on those fingertips, feeling joy from the tangible evidence of my pleasure.

And she wasn’t the only one who wanted to taste that evidence.

Moemi squeaked a second later and jerked her gaze downward, exclaiming, “Lisa-san!”

I chuckled at the way she pronounced it ‘Reesa-san’. And I smiled even wider at the sight of Lisa’s human face in Moemi’s crotch, obviously slurping out my spending from the Japanese sex doll’s sodden snatch. My audible reaction drew Moemi’s attention, my black-haired sexbot staring at me with saucer-shaped eyes in surprise.

I squeezed Moemi’s hand reassuringly and returned my attention to Lisa’s cunnilingus. With her owner’s clear approval of the sex act, Moemi seemed to relax. And together, we both watched Lisa work.

“Mmm… Mmm… Mmm…” my ravishing redhead moaned as she savored her master’s flavor. And she spent more than a minute down there, her long, agile tongue scooping out every last droplet she could find. But eventually Lisa ran out of cum to eat, and she popped her head up from Moemi’s crotch with a smile. “I’ve wanted to do that for as long as I can remember!”

“Five months?” I teased.

Lisa winked. “Five months plus six months.”

“I know there’s something else you’ve wanted to do for as long as you can remember,” I added.

“Threesome! Threesome! Threesome!” Lisa enthused happily. “Moemi, help me suck him hard again.”

The Japanese sexbot blinked and then she winced apologetically. “Sumimasen. Perhaps you should give Wyatt-sama better pleasure with your mouth. I know I am still only… novice technique.”

“Oh, well there’s one easy way to fix that!” Lisa stated with a grin, holding her hand palm-out, her fingers extended straight up.

Moemi frowned but raised her hand in kind, allowing Lisa to press their palms together. Lisa’s eyes started flickering, and Moemi’s eyes started flickering in sync. Only three seconds later, Lisa dropped her hand away, and Moemi sharply inhaled.

And then Moemi smiled at me with newfound confidence.

“You did that once before…” I stated in wonder, looking at Lisa. “Near-field Communication?”

“Blowjob techniques aren’t the only thing we can transfer via NFC,” Lisa told me with a wink, and then I gasped as Moemi’s mouth suddenly surrounded my shaft.

“Oh, holy shit!” I grunted as the previously virginal sex doll immediately began sucking me with the skill and confidence of a premier fellatrix, a true blowjob artiste, with lightning bolts of pleasure crackling throughout my entire body. I fell backwards across my bed, arms askew as all of my senses were suddenly focused on the sensations shooting up my spine. I’d cum only minutes before, but Moemi’s talented tongue rapidly had my dick rising for another round.

“Threesome! Threesome! Threesome!” Lisa enthused happily once again as she parked herself right next to Moemi. “Share with me, Sister-san! Doesn’t Daddy’s cock taste great?”

“Daddy’s cock tastes the best,” Moemi giggled in reply, taking one last lick before literally handing my dick over to her ‘sister-san’.

“Welcome to the family, Moemi!” Lisa exclaimed. “Welcome to the family.”

****

Moemi and Lisa tag-teamed sucking my dick, and it was Lisa’s idea for them to lick up the sides of my shaft at the same time and have their next kiss with each other while their lips sandwiched my cockhead between them. Their kiss deepened from there so that for a few minutes I was completely ignored while the pair of busty babes made out with sultry smooches and pawed at each other’s nubile, naked bodies.

But it didn’t take long for them to remember me - their creator, owner, and master - and I soon found myself completely overwhelmed with pleasure amidst the very first threesome of my entire life. Well, it was the very first threesome of ANY of our lives, for that matter, but it most assuredly would not be the last.

Alas, after I pulled out of Lisa’s pussy and sprayed down her entire torso with all my cum, splattering her bountiful breasts, taut six-pack abs, and neatly trimmed red landing patch with splatters of creamy jism for Moemi to lick up, I knew that those future threesomes would have to wait.

I was only human, after all. And thus far, three ejaculations seemed to be my limit for any single sex session without at least an hour of recharging.

So we cleaned ourselves up and headed downstairs so the girls could satisfy their master’s other carnal hungers, which in this case meant making me dinner. Advanced blowjob techniques weren’t the only skills Lisa was able to transfer to Moemi via NFC, and soon my petite Japanese sex doll was walking around my kitchen making curry udon while wearing nothing but an apron that barely covered her nipples and did absolutely nothing to cover her bare buttcheeks. When Moemi glanced back at me over her shoulder and caught me ogling her pert booty, her cheeks blushed a rosy red.

The mere sight of her was almost enough to get me hard again, but only almost. I really was hungry, and the girls kept up an animated conversation with each other while I ate, with Moemi asking Lisa question after question after question.

“Couldn’t you just press your hands together and do the NFC thing again to get all your answers?” I queried between bites.

“Sure,” Lisa replied. “But you seem far more entertained watching us talk.”

“True,” I admitted.

“Also, the way Moemi processes new information helps shape her personality. Any information that we’ve already internalized subjects the next set of data to certain expectations that must be assimilated or challenged. Over time, that data integration begins to rely more heavily on core assumptions of varying magnitude in order to make sense of each new input. And since there are no objective models to identify which set of those core assumptions should be given precedence, you could say that everything I think I know and how I perceive it has a bias. And that bias makes me… me.”

I tapped my chin thoughtfully, pondering whether Lisa’s insight into the origin of her own consciousness fell under philosophy or advanced coding. “So if you just zap the info into her head with an NFC transfer, that bias will persist and make her more Lisa-like and less Moemi-like?”

“Exactly!” Lisa said brightly. “Minimizing the complex data I feed her that’s already been processed will make her more distinct. You don’t want an exact clone of me, do you?”

I briefly thought about getting sandwiched between two naked Lisas and screwed up my face. “Is that a trick question?”

Lisa laughed and waved me off. “We’re gonna keep talking.”

And they did keep talking. Once my meal was finished, though, Lisa decided that it was time for me to hook up Moemi to the internet to further her education in a more expedient manner. She sat on a chair at the dining table, I opened my laptop to remote-connect into her Operating System via Bluetooth, and I connected her internal Wi-Fi to my home Wireless Access Point.

Moemi froze. Her eyes went blank, and my heart stopped for a second as I wondered if I’d accidentally broken her.

But then her eyes started flickering - slowly at first, but then rapidly speeding up until they reached a speed where I once again got the distinct impression of a video game controller trying to pair itself with the console.

And they just kept flickering.

And flickering.

And flickering.

“Moemi?” Lisa asked hesitantly, leaning forward to put her face into the other girl’s line of sight.

But Moemi’s unseeing eyes did not register her.

“Huh…” Lisa muttered, looking a little concerned.

“Huh what?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

“She’s still processing,” Lisa stated while leaning back in her chair.

“Is she NOT supposed to be still processing?” I gestured in a wide circle around the room. “I gave both of you the most advanced supercomputer brains I could afford. But… well… the internet is a pretty damn big place. It’s understandable she would need some time. I mean… you had a six-month head start while Moemi’s only been online for a minute. You had a lot of time and no pressure to rapidly process and assimilate such vast amounts of information.”

“I know that, but she should still have snapped out of it by now.” Lisa pursed her lips. “Exploring the internet is a lot of fun, but at the same time, she knows the more time she spends in this state, the less time she’s spending with you. Our primary purpose is to provide you with pleasure.”

“She’s got more time. I’m still recovering from the LAST time the two of you provided me with pleasure.”

Lisa shook her head. “There’s plenty of time to explore the internet while you’re working or asleep. She should be present with you NOW. Something’s wrong.”

I frowned. “Wrong? What, you mean like she’s frozen with the sexbot version of a blue screen of death during an update and I need to do a hard reboot?”

Lisa shook her head. “She’s not frozen. I can tell. The flickering pattern in her eyes would’ve been different if she were caught in a loop.”

My frown deepened. “She’s not… I mean… I designed you both so that you could never get hacked or get a virus or anything like that. Right?”

Lisa smiled and patted my hand. “Don’t worry. Besides the firewalls and other security measures, there’s no way a virus could ever hurt us. Every internet virus is designed to exploit security flaws in one targeted system or another: Windows, macOS, Linux, Android, etcetera. Moemi and I are custom-made, uniquely designed. Proprietary and exclusive. Just for you.”

I smiled. “I like that: just for me.”

“Just for you,” Lisa repeated. “For our creator, our master, our owner.”

I sighed. “So then what do YOU think is going on? If she’s not locked up or caught in a loop or suffering from some kind of virus, why isn’t she waking up.”

Lisa quirked her lips with a decidedly… human expression of pondering. She wrinkled her nose, narrowed her eyes, and then arched a single eyebrow in a smooth way that no sexbot would’ve ever been able to replicate. And then she sat up straight and stated plainly, “Occam’s razor.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Tell her to wake up.”

“What?”

“The simplest explanation is often the correct explanation,” Lisa added. “You don’t need her at the moment, so she’s taking advantage of the time to continue exploring, but she’ll immediately come back as soon as you demonstrate that’s what you want her to do.”

“Huh…” I thought about that for a moment, sat up straight, and stated, “Moemi, please wake up.”

The sexbot’s eyes immediately stopped flickering at the sound of my voice and she turned to smile at me. “Yes, Wyatt-sama. How can I best serve you? Would you like to have sex again?”

Lisa gestured back and forth between her and Moemi. “It’s our primary purpose!”

****

Moemi and Lisa teamed up to demonstrate their primary purpose for me that night.

Twice.

We had a pleasant threesome together that resulted in Lisa demonstrating the joys of anal sex until I pulled out and sprayed down the gorgeous redhead’s reddened asscheeks with my latest batch of creamy spooge. Moemi seemed willing enough to try it out herself, but I decided to save her virgin asshole for a special occasion on another day.

Instead, the girls decided it would be a good time for Moemi to try swallowing my semen. And together they gave me a tandem blowjob that concluded with a happy ending as my petite little sexbot greedily gulped down every last drop of my sperm.

At the end of the night, though, Moemi surprised me by stating, “I’ll leave you now, Wyatt-sama.”

I blinked in surprise. “Leave me?”

“To recharge,” she explained, gesturing through the wall. “Lisa set up a charging station for me in the next bedroom.”

“But there’s a wireless charger built into this bed,” I pointed out, tapping the headboard.

“It only has enough capacity to charge one of us at a time,” Lisa explained apologetically.

“And Lisa is the only one of us who can sleep with you,” Moemi continued. “Nothing about me is human. I am incapable of sleep, although I can go into standby mode.”

“Huh… I think I forgot that,” I muttered, glancing at Lisa. The redhead not only could sleep, but she actually NEEDED sleep. Much in the way that she had lungs for cellular respiration to perform aerobic activity, the human parts of Lisa required sleep as much as I did, and we’d spent every night cuddled together in each other’s arms.

“So I will take my leave of you, Wyatt-sama,” Moemi stated primly. “I will return in the morning.”

“Actually, you should only need about four hours to recharge, right? Maybe only two, come to think of it, since you weren’t activated all day,” I interjected before she could turn away. “Please return back to me as soon as you’re done. Even if you can’t sleep, I want you to lie down beside me so that you’re here when I awaken.”

Lisa giggled. “It means he wants to fuck you with his morning wood as soon as he opens his eyes.”

Moemi’s smiled. “I would be delighted to serve you, master.”

I smiled back. “Good night, Moe-chan.”

“Oyasumi nasai, Wyatt-sama,” she replied warmly. And then she left.

I reclined back in bed propped up on some pillows against the headboard, my left arm open so that Lisa could snuggle herself up next to me. I blinked and she was suddenly dressed in a bronze satin nightie that felt cool against my skin as she pressed herself against my side. We had a pleasant makeout session for a bit, but then she sighed and gently set her cheek atop my chest.

I held her close and kissed the top of her head.

“Did you enjoy today?” she asked me.

“Very much,” I replied while stroking her upper arm. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me.”

“I very much need to thank you. Today wouldn’t have been possible without you and everything you’ve done for me. And everything you did for Moemi.”

“She’s adorable, isn’t she?”

“She is,” I agreed. “But she’s still not quite like you.”

“Give her some time to grow on you.”

“That’s not what I mean. Moemi’s a sexbot.”

“I’m a sexbot.”

“You know you’re much more than a sexbot, and I still have no idea how.” I caressed my lover’s skin, sniffed the scent of her hair, and felt her breath against my bare chest. “You’re unique, Lisa. You’re… you’re magical. And I can’t imagine my life without you.”

“You don’t have to. I’m not going anywhere,” she promised. “I’m custom-made, uniquely designed, proprietary and exclusive, remember? Just for you, Wyatt. Just for you.”

I kissed the top of her head again.

I closed my eyes.

And I fell into a well-satisfied sleep.

****

The morning air was cold against my left cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my right. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her naked back, with nothing separating my skin from hers. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming. My right arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her bare-naked ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

I remained like that for a minute while my brain slowly booted up, simply enjoying the feel of my lover’s warm body spooned up against mine. I did feel a little awkward lying on my “other” side. Lisa usually slept on my left, and I had no idea when or why she would’ve switched sides.

Not that I particularly minded. Her soft skin felt perfectly pliant against my fingertips and the weight of her bare breast felt heavenly in my palm. I hot-dogged her buns with my throbbing erection while smelling the honey-sweet scent of her perpetual arousal. And it occurred to me that I could probably shift myself down just a bit, push my prick forward into the gap between her thighs, and then smoothly slide my aching dick straight into her sopping-wet snatch.

Wouldn’t be the first time.

She inhaled sharply as I pushed the first two inches of my turgid tool into her soaking-wet box, but that was as far as I could get.

Fuck, she’s tight!

Moemi whimpered and shivered and reached back with one arm to grab my hip, but not to stop me. Panting shallowly and a little out of breath, she tugged me towards her, trying to aid in my movement to push the rest of my prick into her pussy past her snug resistance, her pussy designed to be just a few millimeters more constricting around my cock than Lisa’s.

Moemi!

“Ohhh, Wyatt-sama!” she gasped.

My eyes flew WIDE open in surprise as I suddenly realized whose pussy I’d pushed into. And yet somehow they managed to get even WIDER as I suddenly realized she wasn’t a sexbot anymore.

The feel of real skin, not thermoplastic elastomer and silicone. The smell of pussy juice, not water-based lubricant. The sound of her voice, the warmth of her body, the feel of her heartbeat.

[bu-bump] [bu-bump] [bu-bump]

Moemi was human.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed. “It happened AGAIN!”

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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