Making Love: Chapter 1

-- CHAPTER 1: Weird Science --

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“Holy fuck that feels good…” I groaned, burying myself to the root.

I couldn’t believe how incredibly… perfect… the pussy felt around my throbbing dick. Warm, wet, and welcoming, it was an exquisite combination of tightness, moistness, and pliant comfortability that hugged every square millimeter of my erection like it was custom-made just for me.

Her pussy wasn’t the only thing that was perfect.

Planting my elbows on the mattress and arching my back, I dragged my nose along her soft skin from her shoulder down her chest to the valley of her cleavage. Her massive mammaries were warm and supple against my cheeks. She giggled and raised her hands to hold my head, cradling it to her bosom. And I spent several seconds just sort of rubbing my face against her titflesh and enjoying the feel of her heavenly pillows before climbing the nearest mountain and fastening my lips around the pink nipple at the top.

I moaned around her puffy teat, suckling softly. She sighed in contentment and pressed my head a little closer. Then I switched breasts and did the same to the other one.

Exquisite.

Perfect.

Like she was custom-made just for me.

Everything about her was pure perfection. Her golden amber eyes. Her luscious, dark-auburn hair. Her porcelain white skin. Her delicate nose. Her elfin ears.

Her pouty, puffy lips just made for kissing.

So I kissed her.

And I kissed her.

And I kissed her some more.

At first she held my head and kissed me back. She had just the right amount of pressure, firm but yielding. After a minute, though, she let her arms drape back somewhat haphazardly across my mattress. Her body surrendered to my rhythmic thrusts.

Inviting.

Receiving.

Accepting.

The pleasure was intense, a little too intense for a brief moment, so I stilled my hips and pulled my lips away from hers to gasp for air. Panting for breath, I stared down into her gorgeous eyes and brushed a lock of reddish hair back from her brow. She smiled up at me. And a deliriously happy smile spread across my face.

She was so beautiful.

She was so comfortable.

She was…

Perfect.

Warm, wet, and welcoming. I was still in awe of how amazing her pussy felt wrapped around my rod. How was it possible it could feel so incredibly good? It wasn’t like I was some inexperienced virgin who wouldn’t know any better. I’d sampled a reasonable number of different pussies in my life. But she was different.

She was special.

She was…

Perfect.

Because I’d quite literally made her that way.

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3D Printing technology was truly a remarkable thing. Although it had first been invented in the 1980s, it wasn’t a practical method for actually building anything back then. Stereolithography machines were incredibly expensive and only suitable for creating aesthetic prototypes out of photopolymer resin. Only multimillion-dollar corporations could afford such devices, and the maximum build size dimensions were measured in millimeters.

Nowadays, anybody with two hundred bucks could buy a fused deposition modeling printer.

Not that I’d built her with a two-hundred-dollar FDM printer. No, she’d been built with an industrial-grade NanoParticle Laser Sintering printer with the latest and greatest technology for providing high levels of detail, finish, and accuracy. It could print thermoplastic elastomers, ceramics, metal, you name it. The device was as big as a full-size SUV. To this day, I still can’t believe I managed to… ahem… acquire it.

Nothing shady, mind you. The printer had been broken, that’s all, and not through any of my doing. Someone in Manufacturing had declared it unsalvageable, someone in Finance had calculated its depreciated value was worth more as a write-off than a liability, and so it had been sent off to the scrap heap. A friend-of-a-friend in Shipping tipped me off, his truck-driver buddy didn’t mind taking a little detour to my place in the suburbs in exchange for a cold six-pack, and I got myself a gently-used industrial-grade NanoParticle Laser Sintering printer that just needed a little refurbishment done to its circuit boards.

Some people make a hobby out of fixing up old cars; they usually have some auto-mechanic experience or training. I made a hobby out of fixing up a 3D printer; I’m a CAD engineer.

The timing was perfect. I’d just broken up with my girlfriend of three years (read: I got dumped), and I was far more interested in spending my free time in the garage tinkering with a piece of broken machinery than I was in “getting back in the saddle” or “putting my heart out there again” or “moving on”. Truth be told: I rather liked being free to spend time on my hobby instead of stressing out trying to keep my demanding girlfriend happy.

Yes, I missed getting laid. But it was nice to be able to just go home and do whatever the fuck I wanted instead of listening to someone complain that I didn’t want to do whatever she wanted me to do.

It took me three months to scrounge up all the right parts, some of which were extremely difficult to find. I built a lot of my own circuit boards, and even had to deal with a couple of suppliers shipping me fake parts. With the money I spent, I probably could’ve bought a half-dozen high-end 3D printers, but nothing like GARY.

That’s right: I named my 3D printer “GARY” for Gynecomorphic Anthropolyamide Responsive biolithographY because… well, I’ll explain that in a minute.

Even with the right parts, it took me another three months to get the printer working. The damn thing really was busted, and after a while I’d actually started to doubt that I’d ever succeed.

But I did succeed. GARY worked.

GARY was also expensive. You couldn’t exactly buy ceramic 3D-printing material from Walmart, you know? So I couldn’t just build whatever I wanted willy-nilly with no thought for how much each build would cost.

I started small: I made an adorable Pikachu as a test. I’d already created the CAD model years and years ago. Every time I got access to a new 3D printer at work, that Pikachu model was the first thing I made. I now had a row of them on a shelf above my desk: thermoset resin, acrylonitrile butadiene styrene (LEGO plastic), alumide, stainless steel, ceramic, carbon fiber, etc.

I made six sets of custom stainless-steel utensils with decorative ceramic handles next: forks, spoons, and knives featuring my personal logo on them.

I made a custom cell phone case with elastomeric shock absorbers in the corners. I made flexible circuit boards. I created a Millennium Falcon with built-in hinges so that the top of the chassis would open up and reveal the intricate details I’d put into the interior based on the Kemp Remillard illustrations. And I made a motorized two-foot-tall T-Rex and then built a remote control for it.

It was the T-Rex that made me realize I could start to build bigger things. My industrial-grade NanoParticle Laser Sintering printer could make almost anything, but it still had a maximum build size. That said, I could still make components and connect them together. I was a talented Engineer with no girlfriend and a lot of free time on my hands. Why not dream BIG? So I started to wonder, If I could create anything - anything at all - what would I make?

And then while lying in bed one night with my iPad, I noticed this John Hughes movie on one of my streaming video apps. You may have heard of it.

Honestly, I’d only ever heard of it myself, but never watched it before. It was released in theaters before I was born. It wasn’t a major box office hit, but it became something of a cult classic and part of the pop culture lexicon. I could recall the opening melody of the Oingo Boingo song. And on a whim I pressed “play”.

By the way, my name is Wyatt.

So you’ll understand why I named my 3D printer, “GARY”.

And that’s when I started building “Lisa”.

It took me six months to fix GARY, and another nine months to build Lisa. Part of that was because of how complex she was, but I also got delayed several times changing my mind about one aspect or another regarding her form. I wanted Lisa to be perfect in every way: height, shape, hair color, eye color, big tits, shapely hips, etc. But I also wanted to get her fingers just right. Her toes. Her ears.

Don’t get me wrong: I harbored no illusions that my 3D-printed creation would ever be mistaken for a human being. Modern 3D printers were good, but not THAT good. And I was a pretty good Engineer, but not THAT good.

Still, I did my best. It took some trial and error. It took making prototypes, analyzing what did or didn’t work about them, and making new prototypes. I wanted her to be…

Well…

Perfect.

And she really was.

By the time I was done, she was five feet, eight inches of feminine perfection. I could’ve made her taller, but I was only 5’8” myself, and in heels she would already tower over me a bit. Her face was an AI-enhanced composite of the most beautiful women in the world that could pass for anywhere from eighteen years old to twenty-eight. Her body was comic-book perfection: curvaceous but impossibly slender in a hyper-real sort of way. She sported an impossibly firm and yet supple pair of 32F breasts that would never sag, even when flat on her back, capped by puffy pink nipples. And she had the most perfect pussy, designed to hug every square millimeter of my erection like it was like it was custom-made just for me.

Because… well… it WAS custom-made just for me.

Yes, I actually made a 3D model of my own dick. I’d needed to do so in order to create a 3D model of the perfect pussy to match the precise dimensions of my dick right down to the millimeter. Lisa’s vaginal canal would be a perfect fit: warm, perpetually wet, and exquisitely tight.

I soooo wanted to fuck it. But not just yet.

Make no mistake: I was fully aware of the fact that I was building a sex doll. From the moment I first saw Kelly LeBrock step through that door wearing a white crop-top and blue bikini panties, I knew I was gonna fuck my creation.

The characters of Wyatt and Gary may never have gotten the opportunity to drive their dicks into their version of Lisa, but they were movie characters driven by the demands of a PG-13 plot.

So yeah, I was gonna fuck my sex doll. But first I wanted to turn her on.

Literally.

Lisa wouldn’t be a mere inanimate lump of rubbery plastic to use as a handheld masturbation device. Lisa wouldn’t even be a mass-manufactured, inanimate TPE sex doll. She’d more accurately be described as an A.I. sexbot. I wanted Lisa to hold me. I wanted her to writhe and moan and whimper for me to fuck her harder. I wanted her to bend herself over the foot of my bed and reach back to spread her asscheeks for me. I wanted to sit in my La-Z-Boy recliner watching the NBA Finals while she knelt and gave me a blowjob.

All of that took electrical power. All of that took programming.

Fortunately, the adult toy industry had already invested billions of dollars into R&D on creating the most realistic sex dolls possible with modern technology, and it really didn’t take that much effort on my part to figure out their designs. Of course, sex doll manufacturers had to build relatively tame versions for mass-production, but with my own 3D printer, I wasn’t so limited in scope. Lisa would have sensors in her pussy, her mouth, her asshole. She’d react to pressure beneath her fingers, between her thighs, and on her breasts. Lisa would be fully interactive.

I also lived in an era of rapidly developing A.I. and high-capacity batteries. I didn’t need to hack into a government computer system or use a bolt of lightning to flood my creation’s artificial body with one-point-twenty-one gigawatts of electricity. Lisa ran on graphene aluminum-ion batteries with wireless charging. She also had a supercomputer in her head programmed with an artificial intelligence featuring an extensive library of sexual techniques – not to mention built-in Wi-Fi with access to learn more from the internet. Getting all of THAT to work took another six months.

Adding up the six months it took to fix GARY, plus the nine months to gestate Lisa into her final form, plus six more months to get her programming in order, and I spent almost two full years building my dream girl.

But I knew it was all worthwhile the first time she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

“Hello, Wyatt,” she greeted in the sweetest voice imaginable. “Would you like to have sex with me?”

What do you THINK I said?

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“Ohmyfuckinggawd that feels good…” I groaned, re-burying myself to the root.

“Yesss… Yesss… Yesss… Oh, Wyatt…” Lisa crooned into my ear, holding my shoulders and turning to kiss my cheek. “I love this… I love you…”

I felt an automatic instinct to reply, I love you, too. Every girlfriend I’d ever had wanted me to say that in response to their declarations of love, after all. And I’d learned enough over the years that if I wanted my girlfriends to continue having sex with me, I’d damn well better reply, I love you, too whenever they wanted me to.

But I didn’t reply with those words. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the exquisite sensations of her snug pussy wrapped around my cock, on her erect nipples pressed to my chest. I steadily pumped her, seeking my own pleasure with no serious regard for hers.

I didn’t need to. She was a sexbot, after all. And I’d programmed her to climax when I did.

I’d created Lisa to be the most beautiful, perfect sexbot I could imagine, but she still wasn’t real. Her declaration of love wasn’t real. Her pussy wasn’t real. Her breasts weren’t real. I enjoyed cramming my cock into her cunt and I enjoyed kissing her soft lips. She was an incredible kisser, the best I’d ever had. But she was only the best because I’d programmed her that way, and as much as I wanted to lose myself in the fantasy of being with a real girl, my rational brain never forgot that Lisa was a 5’8” custom-built doll.

The symmetry of her face was perfect – a little too perfect. Real human faces are never quite so symmetrical. Her skin was smooth – a little too smooth, lacking microscopic pores, vein lines, moles, or the natural colorations that come from a lifetime spent in sunlight. Her eyes were organic LEDs to make it easier for her to display a wide range of expressions. And while her pussy was incredibly warm and moist, the more I kept fucking it the more I remembered it was only warm and moist because she had built-in heaters and a silicone bladder full of water-based lubricant that would need to be refilled when it ran out.

She wasn’t real, and I found myself unable to say the words “I love you” to someone who wasn’t real.

Instead, I felt a hitch in my breathing and then groaned, “Fuck you feel so fucking good.”

“I’m glad…” she whimpered, clutching me tightly. “Fuck me, Wyatt… Fuck me…”

“I’m fucking you…” I groaned. “I’m fucking you…”

“So deep… So good…” She wrapped her legs around my waist and crossed her ankles, using powerful ‘muscles’ to tug me into her. “I love this… I love your big dick inside me! I love you!”

I felt a hitch in my breathing again. She was a sexbot with a machine-learning artificial intelligence that had studied a wide range of porn videos. Of course she would say shit like ‘Fuck me’ and ‘I love your big dick’ and ‘I love you’. But I knew my dick was only average-sized, for one thing. And her flattery only served to remind me that this wasn’t real.

I stopped thrusting. I pulled my head up. And I frowned.

Lisa continued to smile. She was a sexbot programmed to please. I don’t think she could’ve frowned back at me no matter what I said. But she did ask, “Is something wrong?”

“Don’t ever tell me that you love me. Understand?” I stated, a little more tersely than I’d intended.

But Lisa did not seem to take offense. Her eyes briefly flashed, and by that I mean that her OLED eyes literally flashed. Her eyelids didn’t blink or anything like that. Her smile broadened, as if receiving direct instruction from me could only make her even happier. And she nodded her agreement, stating, “Yes, Master. I understand.”

“Good,” I replied. “Now turn around. I want to fuck you doggy-style.”

Her eyes flashed again, and her smile got even bigger. “Yes, Master!”

I pulled out, and Lisa immediately rolled over onto all fours. I marveled at how smoothly she performed the maneuver, giving myself a little pat on the back for the engineering. Her movement wasn’t quite “human”, but it was still pretty good. Most sex dolls couldn’t actually stand up, and even really expensive ones with internal skeletons were little more than life-size poseable action figures. Advanced AI sexbots like Lisa could move, but internal servo-motors and circuitry could get really heavy, so I’d used carbon fiber for her skeletal structure to keep her overall weight manageable.

Tossing her head and sending her dark-auburn locks cascading over her right shoulder, she looked back at me over her left shoulder with an impish grin while waggling her perfect tushie at me.

And oh good lord was it perfect. Lisa’s ass was divine: perfectly sculpted, with just the right amount of padding without being overly plush. Her ass had been the part of her I’d gone back and forth over the most, actually. Building the “perfect ass” was one of the easier engineering feats while simultaneously being one of the most difficult artistic decisions. Did I want Lisa to have a pert, petite tush with just enough padding to mark a mature woman? Did I want her to have a round caboose fit for a rapper to serenade? The firm, muscled bubble of a dancer? There were too many good choices, but in the end, I was more than happy with the results.

Lisa still waggled her perfect peach at me. Her crinkled anus was right above the moist labia of her pink pussy, and I growled beneath my breath with an urge to stab my steel-hard schlong straight through her starfish sphincter.

But one step at a time. I wanted to christen my first encounter with my perfect sexbot by cumming in her pussy. And it was with that goal in mind that I knee-walked myself between Lisa’s spread legs, seized her hips in my hands, and guided my waving dick back into her folds.

Lisa shivered at the sensation of my cockhead probing the entrance to her cunt. She cooed with contentment as I drew her body back against my pelvis, as if being filled with my dick was the one thing she wanted most in the entire world. When I started pumping she let out a litany of cries and squeaks of pleasure, her voice an aria of arousal and ecstasy that fueled my fire to fuck her harder and deeper. And within minutes I was pounding my prick in and out of her pussy at a powerful, pell-mell pace.

“AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!” she yelped beneath my unrelenting assault.

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” I grunted from the strain of keeping my orgasm at bay. Part of me felt like I was being ridiculous for doing so. So what if I busted my nut early? It wasn’t like Lisa was a real woman I’d have to coddle and cajole and convince to have sex with me again in the future. I could fill her up with sperm, go grab a beer, watch the game, and have a bite to eat. And as soon as I felt like busting another nut, I could seize my 3D-printed sexbot and fuck her again.

Maybe next time I’d fill her ass.

But I didn’t want to cum just yet. After nearly two years of never having an ejaculation save for the ones produced by my own right hand, I wanted to savor these sensations. I wanted to relish being inside such a perfect pussy. Delayed gratification can sometimes be the best gratification, and I’d been waiting nearly two years for this. I didn’t want to look back at my first time fucking Lisa and think of myself as a two-pump chump. So I crunched down on my Kegels and did my best to hold myself back.

And then Lisa looked back at me over her shoulder, crooning, “I want your sperm inside me, Wyatt! I need to feel you jetting inside me! Cum inside me… Please? I need it! I want it in me! IN ME! INNNNNN MEEEEEE!!!”

“Oh, FUCK!” I grunted as I slammed myself all the way into her, pinning her hips against my pelvis as I erupted great gouts of scalding semen straight into Lisa’s spasming snatch.

“YES!” she howled. “YES! YES! YESSS!!!”

“UNGH!” I gasped. “UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!”

Lisa’s golden-amber eyes flashed brightly with their own inner fire as she felt my steaming sperm spraying inside her perfect pussy. She climaxed with me, bellowing her pleasure while her entire body went into cataclysmic convulsions. Her cunt muscles rippled around me, servos sent into spastic gyrations against the thermoplastic elastomer membrane of her inner walls, giving me even more pleasure. And together we thrashed around in mutual ecstasy.

I came and I came and I came. I’d been stockpiling quite a bit in my balls – and somehow I always ejaculated a greater volume of semen into a girl than when using my own hand. She had no womb – nowhere for my copious load to go – so when I looked down I saw a crack of creamy liquid start to surround my shaft in a circle at her close-fitting entrance.

Bright lights flashed in my vision. Inky blackness crept around the edges of my consciousness. I’d never ejaculated inside a pussy that had fucking servos built into it that could maximize the sensations around my shaft, and the feelings short-circuited my mind.

No, seriously, they short-circuited my mind. It was the greatest orgasm of my entire life.

And I totally blacked out.

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Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hand and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark-auburn head in my lap. Lisa looked up at me, her golden-amber eyes sparkling with joy as she recognized I’d awakened. And she pulled off my prick, her chest heaving as she gasped for oxygen.

“Whew…” she panted heavily. “I almost ran out of air there. Such a strange feeling… running out of air.”

“You alright?” I asked, feeling groggy. Hazy, late-morning light poured in through the sheer white linen curtains of my bedroom, illuminating not only the room, but also Lisa’s spectacular nudity. And yet my vision felt slightly out of focus.

“I’m fine. Thank you very much for asking. You’re so considerate. Such a great master,” she stated brightly. Her pearly white teeth absolutely beamed as she smiled and started crawling up my body. “It’s just one reason why I love doing this with you so much.”

She looked so happy that I couldn’t help but smile along with her, but a moment later her eyes blinked rapidly as she frowned. That surprised me, because I had sort of believed she couldn’t frown. A sexbot programmed to always please her master would never bring the mood down. But Lisa’s gaze was obviously wary, as if she was worried for a moment that she’d upset me.

“Is something wrong?” I asked her, letting out a lazy yawn. I was still only half-awake, still in a bit of a torpor-like daze.

“Umm… No,” she replied uncertainly. “I don’t think so.”

With a lopsided grin, I extended both arms out to my gorgeous sexbot, gesturing ‘come hither’ with my fingers. “Why don’t you park that perfect pussy onto me? I’m sure you’ll feel much better.”

“Great idea! I’d be happy to!” she enthused, smiling once again as she scrambled forward, straddled my lap, and held my morning wood erect. Moments later, she began to sink herself down, sighing dreamily as her eyelids rapidly fluttered. “Ohhh… So goooood…”

“So goooood,” I agreed, taking hold of her hips in my hands as I stroked her flanks.

“So good,” she repeated as she immediately started to undulate herself up and down. “So good inside me, Wyatt.”

The exquisite sensation of her perfect pussy snugly surrounding my shaft sent lightning bolts of pleasure up my spine. The crackling energy hit my brain like a jump-start, and I inhaled sharply as all of my senses came into focus. Not only could I suddenly see with crystal clarity, but I could hear, I could smell, and I could feel.

I felt Lisa’s skin beneath my fingers. Not thermoplastic elastomer and silicone. Skin. Like… human skin.

I could smell Lisa’s feminine arousal. Not water-based lubricant. Pussy juice.

I could hear Lisa’s voice. More specifically, I could hear Lisa’s voice in perfect synchronization with the movement of her lips in a way no servo motors could have ever achieved in an A.I. sexbot. And the photorealistic way in which Lisa’s lips were suddenly moving wasn’t the only thing I could see.

I could see Lisa’s eyes. Human eyes. Her irises still had the hyper-real golden-amber glow that no human woman could ever truly achieve, but they weren’t organic LEDs anymore. The symmetry of her face was still a little too perfect – a little too symmetrical. But her skin had microscopic pores. It had texture. It was skin.

And then I felt her heartbeat. I could actually feel it in her pussy, of all things, the way it pulsed against my prick.

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

The way she moved. The way she smiled. The way she leaned over to caress my cheek and then give me a soft kiss from her surprisingly tender lips.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Lisa was real.

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