The Love Machines
by Robyn McCoy
Novella One, Two, and Three
of
The Erobotica Series
Novella One: The Love Machine
Novella Two: Sleeping Beauty’s Spring Awakening
Novella Three: And All the Queen’s Men
Also by Robyn McCoy
Novella Four: The Nutcracker
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The Love Machine
by Robyn McCoy
Novella One
of
The Erobotica Series
It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open…
– Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
“I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
Shelly leaned in close so the people dining near them wouldn’t hear. Then she said it loudly enough to make sure they heard her anyway. “To make the perfect man, you have to begin with the perfect penis.”
I looked down at my plate, letting my hair partially shield my blush from the pairs of eyes turning to gawk at our table.
“Trust me. It’ll all flow naturally from there,” Shelly continued, relaxing in her chair as she enjoyed both the attention she’d attracted and my embarrassment.
“Well, I still wouldn’t know where to begin,” I admitted, eyes remaining on my sandwich. “I’ve only seen a couple, and I’m pretty sure neither would be considered a perfect specimen.”
Shelly patted my hand. “Don’t you worry, I’ve seen hundreds. Not one of them perfect, but I think I can make a suitable amalgam. Along with a couple creative improvements. Leave that stuff to me. It’s my job to make the glorified vibrator. You’ve got the much harder job, Dr. Mary Godwin.”
I didn’t think of my job as all that hard. Artificial intelligence was what I knew best. Real people were the mystery. A mystery that I had avoided since I started rocketing through elementary and secondary schools. A twelve-year-old college freshman has trouble socializing. At least, I did. Shelly had been the only one at MIT to befriend me. Half a life later, now an adult among other adults, I thought I’d be better socially adjusted. Instead I was still lying to Shelly about having seen two penises. The only penis I knew was the one that had loomed above me as I stood beneath Michelangelo’s David.
Which I often reflected on when I saw Brian. “Hello there, Brian,” I said as I came back from lunch.
“Hello there, Mary,” he returned, that little smile playing on his lips as it always did.
On a purely physiological level, I knew what it meant. His pupils widening, the ready grin whenever I greeted him, the way he’d soon run his fingers through his hair. But our signals of “hello there, David,” and “hello there, Mary” were as far as we ever got, our own over-thinking minds and complementing neuroses paralyzing us from ever getting beyond that.
That never stopped my imagination from going substantially further. Running my own fingers through his short brown hair as my lips pressed against his, Brian’s hand sliding under my blouse to caress and squeeze my breast, our tongues intertwining as passion consumed us (although I still wasn’t exactly sure how the French kiss worked), ripping his buttoned shirt off while running my tongue over the muscular build he always modestly covered. And finally the dramatic climax – unzipping his slacks, putting his white, marble statue of a penis in my mouth, and sucking till it swelled and shot out its equally white fluid.
As I sat down in my cubicle, I slid my fingers down to feel my moist warmth, gently rubbing between labia, feeling the clitoris harden, wishing my vibrator was in the desk drawer. It would be waiting patiently for me in the drawer of the nightstand. But the vibrator was nothing next to the love machine I was developing with Shelly. With her expertise in bioengineering, prosthetics, and her exhausting sex life, it was a given she’d create the perfect male body.
I pulled my own pet project up on the screen. Neither Brian nor my supervisor nor anyone else at the lab knew that I’d been spending more than half of my time on it. Fortunately, I’d always been able to get my real job done in a fraction of the time given, leaving me plenty of time to daydream/wet dream. Though now those wet dreams were going to thicken into something real. A man who wouldn’t care that I was so awkward and fearful of true intimacy. A man who would understand me, make me feel loved, and eagerly give me my first sexual encounter. Which was then only six months away.
***
We called him Frank. Shelly wheeled him into the house and we carefully clunked him down the basement stairs on the dolly. Then we tilted him up, got him on the workbench I’d created just for Frank, and laid him out for the unveiling.
“Are you ready?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off the bulge near the middle. I nodded. And I gasped as Shelly unveiled her creation to me.
Frank did look a bit like Michelangelo’s David, but with a more healthy skin tone, and with a much larger sexual instrument. Even while in its state of rest. I still had no idea how it would look at full erection. To see that, I had to finish my part of the deal. I was almost there.
“Well?” Shelly asked, not with the usual self-confidence I see in her, searching my face for potential signs of approval.
I grabbed her hands. “God, he’s beautiful!”
She brightened and hugged me tightly. I could feel her body heat radiating into me, and I wondered if she had made Frank so he would be warm to the touch. Or would he be as cold as I imagined David.
As I pulled away, Shelly held onto one of my hands, and we gazed at our project.
“Do you want to touch it?” she asked, playfully making my hand hit my thigh a couple times.
I nodded. It was just a lump of artificial flesh and organs, with as yet no mind to make it aware of its surroundings. But still I was nervous.
Shelly seemed to understand. She raised my hand up and placed it on Frank’s hairless, gorgeously sculpted chest. If it hadn’t been for her hand, I may have pulled mine away. I felt like I was violating him. But she moved my hand around his chest, then slid it along his washboard stomach, and on down. I swallowed hard as she made me touch his penis. But my apprehension started easing then. My fingers enclosed the smooth skin of the shaft, a shaft that was hardened even though it wasn’t aroused. Though having never felt a limp penis, I saw nothing unusual in this. Just wonder that I was actually touching one, sliding my hand up and down it. Wanting it inside me. Shelly took her hand off mine and watched me as I enjoyed her handiwork.
“Notice anything different from your encounters with the two less-than-perfect penises?” she asked.
It was like a pop quiz on a subject I knew nothing about. I’d always aced my quizzes, but this one had me worried.
“It’s big.”
Shelly laughed, and I felt relieved. “Damn straight, it’s big. It’ll grow to completely fill you. It can even grow in certain places more than others if you want a ripple effect.” I didn’t know what she meant, but it sounded interesting. “And you can program it to do whatever you want. Get smaller or larger or harder or softer. Or swivel or vibrate.”
I looked at her out the corner of my eyes, and she grinned and raised her eyebrows, nodding.
“It can go forever,” she continued, “or stop when you want it to stop. And look,” she pointed to a small finger-like appendage mostly hidden in Frank’s pubic hair. “This little doodad here is my own invention. You can program this to massage your clit while the shaft is massaging your vaginal walls. What do you think about that?”
“I think I’m in love,” I said, and kissed her on the cheek.
She hesitated, then kissed me on my cheek. “I better go, love. Call me when you’ve got the AI loaded, and I’ll come over and teach you how to…turn him on.”
She winked, hugged me again, and I walked her out. Then I got started downloading my algorithms into his braincase, pausing on occasion to marvel over his body. Before I went to bed that night, I bent over his penis, sliding my nose along its slightly cool skin, then daring to tentatively touch it with my tongue, then pushing my tongue against it as hard as I could, lapping it again and again, up from the stem to the rounded head, then sucking on the head, getting myself worked up into a frenzy I hadn’t known, slipping off my skirt and panties, climbing up on the worktable, straddling the unconscious body, grabbing the penis, and easing myself onto it, feeling it slide up and down in my vagina, unlike any vibrator or finger I’d ever used, ending in convulsions of ecstasy that came in record time.
And all this was while he was still in a vegetative state. I couldn’t wait to bring him to life. At the same time, I was nervous. It’s one thing to be in full control. Bringing him to consciousness would give him the ability to see me for who I was, and he might find me as dull as everyone else had discovered. I needed to make sure that would never happen. And code the algorithms appropriately.
***
Three weeks later there was a knock at my door. Shelly. I hesitated to get up from the bed I’d made for later. My eyes were glued to the perfect male body lying prone on the table. My last chance to stare at him without him knowing. Worried but exhilarated, I headed up the stairs and let Shelly in.
“Hey, doll,” she said, holding up a bag. “I’ve brought the toys we’ll need.”
“Toys?” I asked.
She nodded. “Sure. Consider them accessories to the big toy downstairs.”
“Oh.”
Shelly used a finger to gently raise my chin up to look me in the eyes. “You ready for this?”
I tried to smile. “Just a little unsure. I’ll be fine.”
“You’ll be more than fine,” she said. “You’ll be fucking delirious. Trust me.”
We went downstairs to get fucking delirious.
“Here’s his power switch,” she said, poking his left eyeball. Both eyes opened. That was the only immediate indication he was on. She put my hand on his thigh, and I felt it slowly warming up.
“And here’s where I turn his mind on,” I said, leading her to the monitor screen on the desk just a couple feet from the worktable. “The F5 key starts him, F12 shuts him down. Plus, I built in several verbal commands that will override whatever his thought patterns are.”
“Which are?” Shelly asked, her chin on my shoulder as she looked at the monitor.
“Frank, Down,” turns him off.
“Perfect,” she said, smiling as she stood upright. “Down Frank, down you bad boy.”
“And the word ‘sex’ makes him pause and await further instructions.”
“Mary, I’m impressed,” Shelly said.
“The word ‘oral,’” I continued, “will send his mouth on the most direct route to your vaginal area, ‘missionary’ will have him maneuver himself on top of you, ‘woman on top’ will have him lie on his back and await you, ‘doggie’ will have him get behind you and bend you over, ‘up against the wall’ will have him screw you up against a wall, and ‘random’ will surprise you.”
“Very good, Mary. I didn’t think you knew about all this.”
“Wikipedia.”
She laughed. “Yes, of course. But you’re missing an important one.”
“What’s that?”
“Anal.”
I made a face. “I don’t think I want him to do that to me.”
“Well, you might want to experiment some time. Or you might want to do it to him.”
“How’s that?” She was over my head. Then again, this wasn’t my subject.
Shelly pulled her first toy out of her bag. A leather belt with a large dildo in the middle. I was beginning to understand. And it didn’t take me long to program it in – ‘anus’ for him putting his artificial penis in my anus, and ‘your anus’ for him to get on all fours and await my own artificial penis.
At which point, we were ready to go. I hit F5.
And he was alive.
His eyes roved until they found us. He recognized us. We were the only two people whose images I had downloaded into his memory.
“Hello, Mary,” he said, a surprisingly deep voice that Shelly had perfected, staring at me in a way that curled my toes. “You look beautiful today. Is there anything at all that I can do for you?”
Shelly looked at me and laughed. “That’ll be a nice ego boost every morning!”
I laughed in spite of myself, again feeling my face flush a little. The program was working out nicely thus far.
“Do you know me?” Shelly asked Frank, licking her lips.
“You’re Shelly Reynolds, Mary’s best friend, and the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”
Shelly nodded in agreement and turned to me. “You told him I was the sexiest woman?”
“He figured that out on his own,” I lied. “He’s got eyes, hasn’t he?”
She kissed me on the cheek and said, “Let’s give this boy a test ride, shall we?” Then she turned back to Frank. “Sex.”
He stared at her, completely still, awaiting his next command. I held my breath. My virginity was about to be supplanted, and I wasn’t sure I was ready. Especially like this.
Shelly turned to me, put her hands on my hips, and began sliding my top off. I raised my arms to let her skin the rabbit, feeling uncomfortable but not willing to fight it, either.
“We need to get you ready for this,” she said as she gently hugged me, her fingers undoing the back clasp of my bra, then leaning away as her fingers slid the bra away, exposing my breasts for the first time in public. I looked down at them, feeling somewhat ashamed. They were B cups, small compared to Shelly’s, a handful, but pointed outwards a bit and not what I considered to be attractive. Shelly touched my left nipple, pointed out further than usual, darker than usual. “You are beautiful, like Frank said.”
I smiled thankfully.
Shelly undid my skirt and let it fall to the ground, took off my shoes as I lifted each foot, and, kneeling in front of me, pulled down my red panties. Again I was breathless. I had never been attracted to women, but the sexual tension was undeniable. I didn’t want this to happen. I didn’t want my friendship with Shelly to become something that I wouldn’t want. But I couldn’t push her away, either. I just hoped she would let me be taken by Frank.
Shelly hesitated, her lips hovering just inches away from the lips of my pussy, then she stood up and moved me to stand in front of her, facing Frank. “Oral,” she said behind me.
Frank rose from the worktable, walked right up to me, Shelly holding me up as emotions overwhelmed me. Frank smiled, pressed his entire naked body close to mine, then slid down until his mouth hovered where Shelly’s had moments before. His tongue came out, licked my labia, which was already folded open, licked again. I heard myself groaning, breathing heavily, my mind a flurry of images and excitement. His wet tongue went to work more vigorously as my hands went to his head, my fingers rifling through his blonde hair as my body started to quake. Oh, fuck. Oh, holy fuck, how did I go so long without this? I noticed vaguely that Shelly was still standing behind me, grasping me tightly, no longer clothed, her large breasts squeezing against my back, her tongue and lips working down the side of my neck, her hands squeezing my smaller breasts. Fuck, I didn’t care. I was slipping toward orgasm.
“Missionary,” Shelly said.
Shelly’s arms let me go as Frank’s mouth moved from my genitals. He stood, picked me up in his powerful arms, a smoldering smile on his lips and in his eyes as he carried me to the bed. He threw me down on it, and I cried out as he slid his body onto mine. I spread my legs as far as they’d go, trying to give him the biggest target I could. I wanted him in there so badly. He’d been in there before, but not like this. Not of his own volition. And I felt it, filling me, all the way in, pushing at the walls like my vibrator never could, swelling as Shelly had said it would, then pivoting, screwing me, around and around and in and out, driving my mind blank to nearly everything else, as Frank kissed my neck and then my lips, his hands taking in every awkward curve of my breasts, lightly touching and than grabbing, his tongue finding my tongue as I began to understand the art of the French kiss.
As he went back down to kissing my neck, I saw Shelly above. She was on top of him, a dildo strapped on, fucking Frank from behind, pumping him in the same rhythm that he was pumping me. I heard myself laughing. I didn’t care.
“Doggie.”
I don’t even remember how he turned me over. However he did it, I don’t remember his cock ever separating from my vagina. Suddenly I was facing away on my hands and knees, and he was sitting on his knees behind me, his pace quickening, driving me on faster and faster towards a building climax that I could scarcely imagine.
I felt a tongue on my nipple and opened my eyes to see Shelley lying underneath me on the bed, sucking on my nipple. She grabbed me and forced me down on top of her, and our bodies were sliding against each other as Frank fucked me. I could feel the hair around her vulva against mine. I wasn’t sure if the flesh rubbing against my clitoris was Shelly’s finger or Frank’s extra appendage, but I wasn’t about to stop it. The waves of climax were crashing through me, I was crying out, scarcely able to breathe, thrusting my pelvis harder and harder against him.
“Your anus!”
Frank was gone, out of me, not touching me. I glanced behind to see him waiting for me on all fours. Shelly was turning me over, strapping her dildo on as she did so. She thrust her dildo into me missionary style as I continued to come, her tongue massaging my nipples and chest and neck and then in my mouth. The climax kept hitting in wave after wave, Shelly’s artificial cock coming in and out, thinking she should stop, unable or unwilling to stop her, wanting to enjoy a pleasure I’d never dreamt of.
It was only as the waves began to subside that I looked back again at Frank. He was staring at us. No, he was staring at Shelly. Waiting, But not patiently. He was stuck in that position, waiting for one of us to mount him from behind, just as he’d been programmed.
Shelly remained on top of me, shifting slightly to the side, cuddling. Without saying a word or meeting her eyes, I eased myself out from under her, stood up, found the other strap-on dildo, and struggled with it. Shelly got up and helped me with the buckle, snugging it securely.
“Do you know what to do?” she asked as I examined Frank’s ass uneasily.
I shrugged. “Theoretically.”
“Well, you can’t hurt him like you might a normal man. So just go up there and give it a try.”
And so I did. A little clumsy getting it in the anus, but eventually it squeezed in. I did it for a couple minutes, awkwardly trying to thrust myself forward, but Frank didn’t seem to into it, and I felt uncomfortable.
“Here, I can help,” Shelly said, her body melding with mine from behind, trying to guide my thrusts with her own thrusts. Which simply made it even more uncomfortable.
“I don’t want to,” I finally stated.
“Okay,” Shelly responded immediately, backing off, perhaps sensing she had gone too far.
She started unbuckling my dildo, but I brushed her off and did it myself. Shelly turned away, silently putting her clothes back on. Our sexual tension had been replaced by something terrible. I could feel it. Inevitable. The end of our friendship.
“Should I go now?” she asked.
I nodded, continuing to avoid her eyes. I didn’t know what to say.
“Okay,” she said, coming up to me. I was rigid as she moved in to give me a kiss. She hesitated, stopped, turned away and walked up the stairs to let herself out.
So that was one way to lose my virginity.
***
The sex was done for the moment. I put my clothes back on, feeling myself flush again, not knowing what to say. Frank was still on all fours, reminding me that I needed to build in a new command for when sex was over and he could relax. Or whatever that would mean for him.
I walked up in front of him. “Thank you, Frank.”
“No more your anus?” he asked.
I smiled. “Well, not for a while. Please. Stand up.”
He stood up. A few inches over six feet. The top of my head almost went up to the top of his chest. I swallowed hard.
“You can get dressed, if you like. I’ve set out some clothes for you in the closet over there. This is your bedroom.” I gestured toward the rest of the basement.
He looked down at his body. “Do you want me to get dressed?”
“I…” That was a fairly good question. “I guess so. I mean, I think I might feel a little more normal.”
He took my hand in his. Such a gentle touch, I wasn’t expecting. Concern, not passion. Maybe my algorithm was better than I thought. “You don’t feel normal now?”
“I’ve never felt normal.”