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Making Love: Chapter 20
🕑 Added 2023-11-04 15:00:05 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 20: Happily Ever After --
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“Hey, Wyatt. Long time no see.”
Completely on instinct, I took an immediate step back for balance, stuck my elbows out to the sides, and brought my hands up in a defensive position with my hands balled into fists, ready to throw down (for all the good it would do me). “Chet?!?” I exclaimed in surprise. “What the f--”
“Whoa, whoa, chill out, bro,” Chet interrupted with his hands raised and his fingers splayed out, gesturing for calm.
“Are you following me?” I growled with my eyes narrowed in accusation. I lowered my fists, but kept them balled-up just in case.
“Bro, seriously.” He gestured at the Toyota SUV behind him, a Highlander model from around the same year as mine. “I’m just getting gas. Same as you.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Because it’s the truth? For one thing: I was here before you, bro.” Chet gestured back at his parked SUV and shook his head with a helpless, weary expression. Then he let out a long exhalation that spoke of even greater exhaustion. There were dark circles under his eyes and seemingly more wrinkles on his face than had ever been there before. And he panted softly with his lower lip hanging, the picture of a defeated man.
I relaxed my fists and stood up straight, although I continued to eye him suspiciously.
Chet sighed, dropped his hands, and took a deep breath. He stepped over to the rear door of his Toyota Highlander and opened it, showing me the stacked boxes and old suitcases filling the SUV’s cabin to the ceiling. “Nancy kicked me out, bro. I’m sure you’ve heard. I went by the house to pack up my things, and now I’m just filling up my tank before driving out.”
“Oh… Uhhh…” I muttered, unsure for a moment of what to say. It wasn’t that I’d directed the girls to rat him out about the hookers or anything - nor had I told Chet to pay for hookers in the first place - but I still felt a measure of adjacent guilt, nonetheless.
Then I remembered that the asshole had not only attempted to blackmail me into building him a sexbot, but also kidnapped Lisa and most assuredly would’ve raped her had she not gotten the upper hand on him, and any sense of guilt evaporated in the blink of an eye.
Still, politeness made me say, “Uh, sorry to hear that.”
“It’s alright, bro.” Chet shrugged and stared off again, still looking defeated. “In the end, I don’t think marriage was right for me.”
I’m sure your wife agrees, I didn’t say aloud.
A moment later, Chet arched an eyebrow. “Speaking of marriage, word is that you and your sexbot are getting hitched? Seriously?”
I rolled my eyes and sighed. I didn’t want to continue this conversation, but I felt frustrated enough to insist (again), “Lisa is a woman.”
“I know, I know.”
“I don’t think you do.”
Chet pursed his lips and glanced around us to make sure nobody else was within earshot. There was a sedan at the other island, but the driver had just gotten into his car and started up the engine to leave. Still, Chet took a step closer to me and kept his voice low, his whole demeanor so unthreatening that I didn’t feel any need to back away.
“Look, bro,” he began as if imparting sage advice to a dear friend. “If you ask me, marrying the chick is the absolute last thing you should be doing.”
“Good thing I’m not asking you then.”
He gave me a funny look and stood up straight. “I mean… why? Why marry it?”
“Her,” I corrected.
“Right, right. Her,” he conceded, although his tone was still dismissive. “Why marry her? I mean: I know why I married Nancy. She demanded I put a ring on it or poof, there goes my nookie, you know? My mom kept nagging me about wanting grandkids, and I bought into the whole nuclear family American dream. But you? She’s a fuckin’ sexbot who’ll go crazy if you don’t pork her on the regular, right? You get laid no matter what. She’ll always obey your commands. You don’t need to put a ring on it, so why do it? What’s in it for you?”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “You’ll never understand.”
“That’s for sure.”
“Glad we’re in agreement.”
“I mean: why buy the cow when you’re getting the milk for free?”
“Because maybe the cow means more to me than milk! Fuck! Why am I trying to explain this to you?”
“I dunno. Why are you?”
“Just leave me the fuck alone, bro.”
Chet held his hands up and took a step back. “Fine, fine. Your funeral.” He shook his head. “Just don’t ever piss that one off, know what I mean? Every time I close my eyes I can still smell that pile of shit she turned me into. I can still smell myself!”
The guy went googly-eyed for a minute and shuddered as if someone had just walked over his grave. His face had gone white, and he shivered. And even though he started hugging himself, Chet’s hand in front of his midsection wouldn’t stop trembling.
I shrugged, unconcerned. “I’m not worried about it.”
“Exactly! You don’t HAVE to worry about it. Because she’s your sexbot! She HAS to obey you, right? Not like a REAL woman. Fuck, I worried every fucking day about pissing off my wife. ‘Hell hath no fury’ and all that. Believe me, I know. And the worst thing MY wife could do was threaten to castrate me with a kitchen knife!” Chet gestured dramatically in the vague direction of our neighborhood. “Your fiancée can literally turn a dude into a pile of shit!”
“And she can still turn YOU into a pile of shit the next time she sees you,” I warned.
“Ain’t happening,” Chet insisted. “I am OUTTA here. Moving to Vegas. Starting over. Ain’t never coming back again. Fuck.”
His face went white again, and the tremors in his fingers started up once more.
“You really wanna know why I want to marry her?” I asked, unable to help myself. It wasn’t that I wanted to keep the conversation with Chet going, but I realized that there was literally no one else on Planet Earth with whom I could have this exact conversation. There was no one else on Planet Earth who knew that the girls were sexbots that I’d built with my own hands, other than the girls themselves.
Chet blinked, nodded seriously, and waited patiently for me to continue.
“Because I love her,” I stated plainly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
But Chet remained dubious. “You’re in love… with your sexbot?”
“She’s a woman.”
“She’s a sexbot,” he insisted. “Don’t get me wrong: you’ve done a bang-up job making her the most realistic sexbot in the history of the universe, but she’s still a fucking sexbot, bro. Believe me, I’ve known a few. They do a really convincing job sometimes - nothing on the level of what you’ve done - but can you honestly say that she’s human?”
I immediately grimaced, knowing full well that she wasn’t entirely ‘human’.
“See?” he challenged, recognizing the look on my face. “Dude… you don’t need to marry your sexbot. She’s just a toy.”
I shook my head firmly and insisted, “She’s NOT just a toy! She’s a woman, and she’s the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with!”
“Yeah, uh-huh.” He still looked skeptical. “So you want me to believe that when you molded those tits, that ass, and - oh, the other three sexbots - that you were envisioning the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with?!?”
I deflated a bit, shaking my head. After taking a deep breath, I exhaled and admitted, “No, you’re right: I thought I was making a toy. I’d just gotten out of a bad relationship. I was tired of the whole dating thing and spending so much of my time trying to placate my girlfriend into staying ‘not mad at me’ long enough to get laid every now and again. So when I got my hands on that 3D printer, I figured I might as well try building myself a living sex doll.”
“See?”
“And you’re right: I made three more sexbots for variety and to have my own harem of big-titted babes who’d bend themselves over at my slightest whim to let me stick my dick in them as often as I could get it up.”
“And you succeeded! My man!” Chet raised his hand for a high-five.
I rolled my eyes and glared at the guy. “I haven’t forgotten that you tried to kidnap and rape my fiancée, man.”
Chet winced and slowly lowered his hand. “Oh… right.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed, wondering to myself why I was still talking to him. But I had more to say, more that I wanted to get off my chest.
“I honestly thought Lisa would be just like any other A.I. sex doll you could buy in Vegas,” I admitted. “Turn her on, do my thing, and then park her in a charging station in the closet until the next time I wanted to fuck her… to fuck ‘it’. She’d be an occasional plaything, I could make more playthings in a variety of forms and figures to suit my whims, and then just turn them off when I didn’t need them.”
“I’ve got three sex dolls in that house you busted into,” Chet muttered, gesturing vaguely towards the freeway.”
“I don’t wanna know, dude.”
Chet grimaced but kept his mouth shut.
“But even beyond the fact that she transformed into a body with human skin, Lisa turned out to be self-aware,” I continued. “She knew she was a sexbot. She recognized and understood her own existence. She didn’t want to be turned off: she wanted to spend time with me. She wanted to go to the grocery store. It was her idea to go out that first day you met her. What kind of sexbot wants to go to the grocery store?”
“Certainly none I’ve ever heard of.”
“Lisa’s not just a toy. She’s not just a sexbot. She has creativity, she has her own ideas, she has wants and desires and needs beyond her programming.”
“Hey, I’ll be the first to say adaptive A.I. gets more and more impressive every year.”
“It’s not just her A.I.,” I insisted. “She’s the one who created Helena and Katarina - she designed them from the ground up. She can think for herself, she can re-write her code, and she’s even found loopholes around her programming to circumvent my orders!”
“Bro. Bro. Bro. You’re telling me that your A.I. sexbot is going Skynet?!?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
“She turned me into a fucking pile of shit, bro. Don’t you tell me this isn’t a fucking Skynet situation.”
“The pile of shit thing was just from a movie.”
“Weird Science, of course.” Chet held his hands out. “You think I didn’t notice your name is Wyatt and her name is Lisa? Do you have any idea how many times over the last three months that I’ve wished my parents didn’t name me ‘Chet’?”
I winced. “I’m sure that was just a coincidence.”
“Coincidence enough that I am never crossing her again. Your sexbot has superpowers, bro. It starts with replication, and you just said she’s the one who designed the blonde twins. What’s next? What’s to stop her from taking over everything? Fuck, if she’s going Skynet, maybe I need to move outta the country!”
“Great. Good riddance. Airport’s that way.”
“But I still don’t think you should marry her.”
I sighed. “At least you’re calling her a ‘her’ now.”
Chet held his hands up. “Her, it, whatever. Doesn’t matter to me.”
“Well it matters to me. It’s precisely because she’s a ‘her’ that I want to marry her. I need to marry her.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Because if I don’t marry her, then I’m telling her she’s not real to me. If I don’t put a ring on it, then I’m telling her she’s nothing more than a toy, a plaything to be used and then docked in a charging station in the closet. Only by marrying her can I truly tell her with all my heart that she’s a woman - a person - and the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Chet looked dubious. “Just like you married your ex-girlfriends?”
I waved him off. “I never loved my ex-girlfriends the way I love Lisa. She’s everything I ever wanted in a woman.”
“Because you literally made her that way.”
“So what if I did? So what if I designed my ideal of the most perfect physical specimen of female sexuality and beauty? So what if I spent months training her A.I. personality to learn everything about me and become my most perfect mate? People spend their whole lives searching for compatible love. Well I made love, and I don’t apologize for it.”
Chet kept staring at me silently, his eyes narrowed and his expression one of disbelief.
I threw up my hands, shook my head, and shrugged. “I don’t need you to understand. I don’t even need ME to understand. I still have no fucking clue how Lisa came to life; I really don’t. All that matters to me is that she did. She’s a fucking miracle and I’d be stupid to not recognize the best thing that will ever happen to me in my entire life.”
“True dat.”
“Lisa is real, and I LOVE her,” I continued. “I don’t want to just fuck her, switch her off, and then shove her in the closet. I want to hold her hand and walk down the beach. I want to hold her in my arms while I’m falling asleep. I want to give her a quick peck on the lips and ask her to tell me about her day. I don’t know yet if she’s even capable of growing gray and old, but I know for sure that while -I’m- growing gray and old, she’s the one I want right by my side.”
“Happily Ever After?”
I nodded and repeated seriously. “Happily Ever After.”
Chet took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and nodded. “I get that, bro. I had that dream once myself. Maybe you’ll have better luck than me. I still think you’re nucking futs and that your army of sexbots will one day take over the government and doom all of human society, but fuck the government and fuck society anyway. But for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for tryin’ to take her away from you in the first place.”
My eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah. Thanks for reminding me…”
He immediately held his hands up in defense at the malevolence in my eyes. “Hey! Hey! I’m leaving, I’m leaving. Your superpowered sexbot put me in my place for that already, and I’m not tryin’ to make that happen to me again.”
“You’d better leave.”
“I’m leaving, I’m leaving,” he repeated, backing away to step up onto the gas pump island and then down on the other side.
“And don’t EVER come back.”
“I won’t, I won’t,” he muttered while putting away his gas pump, closing the cap, and then getting into his SUV. But before he closed the door, Chet gave me one last look. “But seriously, Wyatt: good luck. I hope you and your sexbots are happy. Maybe if you succeed, someday there’ll be more of them out in the world… Maybe even one for me!”
Wyatt’s Fourth Law: no sexbot may ever bond with a man named ‘Chet’.
I coughed and brushed that thought aside, gesturing with one hand for the guy to scram. “Just get outta here.”
Chet tossed me a final salute, closed the door, and then started his engine. Seconds later, he was gone.
I turned my back on his departing vehicle, facing towards home.
Towards Lisa, Moemi, Helena, and Katarina.
Towards my Happily Ever After.
I had a wedding to plan.
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// From my heart and from my hand / Why don’t people understand my intentions?
// Plastic tubes and pots and pans / Bits and pieces and the magic from the hand / We’re making weird science, ooh
// Makin’ dreams come true, living tissue, warm flesh / Weird science, ooh
A dozen people or so bopped their way around the dance floor beside us while the 80’s cover band played one of Lisa’s special requests. My gorgeous bride flashed me one of her sunny smiles with a little extra sizzle in her golden-amber eyes. And I couldn’t help but smile right back and chuckle while drawing her into my arms and then swaying us side-to-side in rhythm to the music.
Well… almost in rhythm to the music. Dancing was not my forte. Fortunately, my new wife didn’t seem to care, nor did any of our guests. We were happy, and that was all that really mattered.
// My creation, is it real? / It’s my creation, ooh, my creation / It’s my creation
// Magic and technology / Voodoo dolls and chants, electricity / We’re makin’ weird science
// Fantasy and microchips / Shooting from the hip, something different / We’re making weird science, ooh
Our three bridesmaids in matching dresses danced nearby in a circle with a group of kids from the neighborhood. The three of them were quite popular with the little ones, always eager to play games. Around the perimeter of the dance floor were pockets of teenage boys (and the occasional dad) who couldn’t help but watch the way their luscious curves jiggled in their dresses, but none tried to approach them.
// My creation, is it real? / It’s my creation, I do not know / No hesitation, no heart of gold
// Just flesh and blood, I do not know / I do not know
// From my heart and from my hand / Why don’t people understand my intentions?
As the song came to a close, Moemi and the HellKat twins approached us.
// Weird Science, ooh!
The trio of bridesmaids reached their hands out to us, and the five of us began dancing together in an interlinked circle.
// Weiiird…
I held Moemi’s hand on my left, gave it a squeeze, and she beamed at me with a brilliantly happy smile. I turned my gaze to Helena next to her, the saucy blonde winking at me with an expression that promised she was going to give me quite a workout tonight. Next I grinned at Katarina, who bounced joyously up and down so hard that I wondered if her big tits would actually smack into her chin on the upswing.
// Weird Science, ooh! / Oh-woah-oh, bits and pieces, bits and pieces…
Finally, I returned my gaze to Lisa.
My wife.
I’m in love with a robot.
She was my Happily Ever After.
And I had literally made ‘love’.
// Weird Science, ooh!
****
“Lisa, lie back down and enjoy yourself. That’s an order.”
My perpetually randy redhead paused while still seated on her lounge chair and frowned at me. With the golden glow of the setting sun’s rays illuminating her surpassingly gorgeous face, she had an ethereal beauty that made her perplexed expression seem more serenely contemplative than truly frustrated. And after a moment, in direct defiance of my order, she stood up from her seat.
Mere seconds later, Lisa nudged Helena lightly. The buxom blonde between my legs - presently transformed into the life-size digital avatar of Mercy from Overwatch, complete with techno-wings and a golden halo - snickered as she popped her mouth off my prick and slid aside.
Lisa then lay down in Helena’s place between my legs, took hold of my erection between her thumb and forefinger, and tugged it towards her so that she could impale her face on my upright shaft.
“Technically, she did lay down,” Katarina pointed out. “And she’s clearly enjoying herself.”
I chuckled and nodded at the buxom blonde on the lounge chair next to me, presently transformed into the digital avatar of Zero Suit Samus from Metroid, albeit with a crotch gap in her skintight blue suit to allow Moemi full access to her holes.
“Can’t argue with that,” I agreed, sighing as I caressed my wife’s cheek and found her staring up at me with golden-amber eyes full of adoration. “But this is your first honeymoon sunset. I meant for you to enjoy the view.”
Lisa raised her head off my dick long enough to say, “The view of your face full of happiness while I suck your dick is all the view I need.”
“Aww… so romantic…” Helena deadpanned with a laugh. Her Mercy halo and wings slowly dissolved away, followed by the rest of her outfit, leaving her clad only in a string bikini top and a colorful Indonesian sarong skirt purchased (not magicked) from a Balinese artisan village just down the road from our private beachfront bungalow.
I still wasn’t sure exactly where the purchased sarong went while Helena transformed the rest of herself. I figured that attempting to noodle that particular paradox would most likely break my brain, so I didn’t bother trying. If I could accept the girls breaking the laws of thermodynamics and conservation of matter every time they materialized something out of thin air, I could accept the occasional disappearing sarong.
Lisa was dressed similarly to Helena. All four of them, actually, had bought sarongs at the same time from an adorably cute old lady whose family had apparently been hand-weaving sarongs for generations. The garments were light and airy, perfect for the humid tropical weather. The bikini tops, on the other hand, were pure sexbot magic. And after Lisa’s bikini top slowly dissolved away before my very eyes (she’d figured out that I much preferred the drawn-out reveal compared to the abrupt disappearance in the blink of an eye), my buxom bombshell was quick to enfold my prick between her bountiful breasts and start fucking my shaft within her tunnel of titflesh.
“You like that?” my wife hummed with a raspy purr in her voice that gave me goosebumps as if the sounds physically brushed against my skin. “You like feeling my freckled breasts giving you pleasure?”
“Love it…” I groaned. “I love them. I love you.”
“I love you too, honey. I’ll love you forever.”
“And I’ll love you forever,” I agreed. “But I’d still rather you sit up and enjoy the rest of this sunset with me.”
“Well there’s certainly one way we can both get what we want,” Lisa reasoned before leaning back and then pivoting into a seated position to one side. She had to stand to remove her purchased sarong, which left her completely naked. And then she re-mounted my lounge chair, swung a leg over my lap while facing away, and knelt astride my legs while reaching between us to guide my cock into her wet folds still saturated with the remnants of the previous load of cum I’d shot into her earlier.
“Mmm… yeah…” Lisa sighed with deep-seated satisfaction as she settled down on me.
“‘Mmm, yeah’ is right,” I agreed, sitting up a little straighter so that I could wrap my arms around my wife, palm her tits, and tug her back against my chest while keeping two of my favorite things in the entire world comfortably cupped in my hands.
My randy redhead giggled and looked back at me over her shoulder, puckering up for a quick kiss. Helena still sat next to us, and as soon as Lisa turned to face forward again, Helena leaned in for her own sweet kiss with my wife. After that, Helena gave me one more kiss, and then the three of us all stared out across the darkening blue ocean and beyond to the setting sun.
Moemi and Katarina had likewise sat up on their lounge chair, with Katarina returning to her natural form and both girls clad in bikini tops and sarongs. Moemi cuddled her head against Katarina’s breasts, the pair of them looking adorably cute together. The five of us went quiet, enjoying the peaceful solitude without any sounds but those of the trade wind breezes rustling the leaves.
Slowly… sedately… the setting sun sank lower and lower out of view. With every passing second, the sky darkened and transmuted the cloud colors into a palette of dusky reds, electric oranges, rich blues, and vivid violets.
But the vibrant colors themselves lasted only a short while. Within minutes, the colors disappeared, leaving only gray twilight. But by then, none of us were looking anyway.
We had better things to do.
Lisa moaned into Helena’s mouth while the blonde’s agile fingers danced like fireflies against the redhead’s budding clit. The titillating sensations helped drive Lisa’s subtle gyrations, really carving my concrete-hard cock around the inner walls of her juicy wet cunt. I pinched down on my wife’s nipples while nibbling on the crook of her neck from behind, kissing my way across her shoulder and then groaning when she clamped down with her inner muscles, sending exquisite sensations through my shaft and up my spine.
We were just beginning.
Not only had I flown off to my honeymoon with four living sex dolls who could manipulate their physical figures and clean themselves of dirt, sweat, and oils at the speed of thought, but they could do the same to me. I never had to feel worried about my flesh being spongy and bruised, so to speak, nor did I ever have to worry about gaining and maintaining a functioning erection whenever one of them wanted me to have one.
Plus, I had flown off to my honeymoon with four living sex dolls with insatiable sex drives who would apparently go crazy if I didn’t fuck them every few hours. So let’s just say that they wanted me to “have one” pretty dang often, and a good portion of our day had already been spent having sex in a wide variety of forms, positions, and combinations.
Not that I was complaining one bit.
Helena wound up climbing into Lisa’s lap so that the two vivacious vixens could swap spit and moan with lustful need only inches in front of my face. I was still holding Lisa’s tits, so I could feel Helena’s massive mammaries crushing into the backs of my hands while the pair of pretty babes went to work on each other with aggressive Sapphic intention. I’d always found lesbian sex to be incredibly hot, and the pair of them were scorchingly so. And if it weren’t for the girls giving me inhuman ejaculatory stamina as a standard parameter of my existence, I would’ve blown my wad almost immediately.
As it was, I managed to last long enough for my wife to get her cookies first. She screamed into her sister sexbot’s mouth while her snug snatch went into spastic spasms around my skewering steel-hard shaft. But Lisa kept fingerbanging the blonde all the while, and Helena’s cry of ecstatic release joined hers in an aria of erotic cacophony.
Helena fell backwards off of Lisa’s lap, and she continued clutching Lisa’s shoulders throughout her quaking shudders to the point that she started pulling my wife off my lap. I held them both in my arms enough to prevent them from completely collapsing, but as soon as both girls went limp, I lifted them both off my lap, rapidly rolled over, and quickly settled myself with one foot braced on the lounge chair immediately to my left.
“Aiii-EEEEP!” Moemi squealed as I suddenly shoved my battering-ram boner right into her wet box from behind. She and Katarina were sixty-nining on their lounger with Moemi on top. That left my little Japanese sex doll’s pert little tushie undefended for me to seize, aim, and thrust deep into her pussy in a single thrust.
Well, that was the idea, at least. But as always, my precious little Moe-chan’s too-tight pussy was… well… a little too tight for single entry. So I had to hold onto her hips and keep making short, stabbing thrusts to really penetrate her constricted canal. And it was only after several attempts that I managed to bottom out.
“Ohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh… Wyatt-sama!” Moemi moaned as I steadily pumped her pretty pussy from behind. “Too big for me. You are stretching me open so wide!”
I knew I wasn’t really that thick - knew that genetics had not blessed me with some oversized porn-star cock - but it still puffed up my ego to hear the kawaii-cute sex doll whine and moan beneath my assault. That said, the next time I retracted and readied myself to plunge back in, I happened to look down and realized that… well… I DID have an oversized porn-star cock.
“Kaaat…” I drawled knowingly, leaning over to one side to look down at the impishly beaming blonde beneath my balls.
Speaking of my balls, Katarina extended a long tongue to take a swipe at the underside of my testicles, teasing them before she burst into a giggle fit. Putting on an expression of faux innocence, she batted her long eyelashes at me and insisted, “I didn’t do anything!”
“I did,” Lisa announced behind me, and I glanced back over my shoulder at my grinning wife. “I know you told me you’re perfectly comfortable with your average-sized dick, but… special occasion and all. Think of it as a little extra somethin’-somethin’ for the girls.”
I chuckled and nodded, verbally agreeing, “Special occasion.”
“Special occasion for like… the entire week we’re here, right?” Helena queried with a grin.
“Special occasion for like… the rest of our lives?” Katarina added hopefully.
I arched my eyebrows and glanced down at the blunt instrument currently stretching my little Moe-chan’s too-tight twat, and I briefly wondered what it might be like living with a porn-star-sized horse cock. Waggling my head, I glanced around the eager expressions of the girls around me and muttered, “I’ll think about it.”
Lisa and Helena promptly high-fived each other.
“Meanwhile… where was I? Oh, right.”
“Aii! Aii! Aii!”
“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!”
“Aii-Aii-Aii-Aii!”
“Ungh-ungh-ungh-ungh!”
“AIIAIIAIIAIIAAAIIIIII!!!”
“UNGHUNGHUNGHUNGHUUUNNNGGGHHH!!!”
Happily Ever After.
****
So like I said: I’d flown off to my honeymoon with four living sex dolls with insatiable sex drives who would apparently go crazy if I didn’t fuck them every few hours with my porn-star sized-dick and for nearly a week we spent a good portion of every day having sex in a wide variety of forms, positions, and combinations.
Sunset honeymoon orgies?
Check.
Midnight mountings because somebody woke up horny?
Check.
Sex on the sandy beach?
Check. And I was very fortunate the girls were so good at cleaning us all off.
Sneaking quickies in town just barely out of sight from the locals and other tourists?
Check.
Skinny-dipping in our infinity pool overlooking the ocean and enjoying the wonders of magic internal lubrication despite the water?
Check and check.
Four girls dogpiling on me at the same time so that one sat on my face, one sat on my cock, and the other two had me fingerbanging them at the same time?
Check.
Swapping ends with twincestuous busty blondes who apparently enjoyed slurping my creampies out of their twin sister’s sodden holes?
Check, check, and check.
Lining up four buxom babes in a neat row across the ocean-view windowsill and banging all four buttholes with my bludgeoning boner back-to-back-to-back-to-back?
Check, check, check, and check.
Oh, and that time the girls disabled my inhuman ejaculatory stamina so that I would go ahead and start spurting within two minutes of pumping through their perfect pussies. But they kept instantly rejuvenating me each and every time, so that I came and then I came again and then I came again until all of their holes were practically overflowing with over-the-top insane levels of sperm.
Moemi conjured traditional Balinese clothing with a fancy gold headdress and then I did some rather sacrilegious things to her.
Helena wore black thigh-high stockings, stiletto heels, and nothing else, before bending herself over a magicked crossbar, handcuffing her wrists to her ankles and therefore leaving her helpless to resist the four of us doing unspeakable to things to her defenseless body.
Katarina donned gossamer white silk that ran all over her body and kept subtly shifting across her skin like milky cream, squealing joyously while we figured out how many different contortions and body positions she could form while the rest of us fucked her, including a DP.
I think Helena used a strap-on for that.
I think.
And Lisa and I made love.
A lot.
And I came deep inside her perfect pussy that was custom-made just for me.
A lot.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. When our honeymoon was over, the girls and I packed up and flew back to SoCal. We returned to our regular daily lives doing CAD design, growing a garden, attending fitness classes, and socializing with our neighbors.
And having sex.
Lots of sex.
It was kind of our favorite thing to do, you know?
****
“Holy fuck that feels good…” I groaned, burying myself to the root.
I STILL 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. Because it WAS custom-made just for me.
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.
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. Soooo incredibly good.
She was different.
She was special.
She was…
Perfect.
“Ohhh… Ohhh… Ohhh…” I moaned rapturously. “I’m gonna cum, Lisa… I’m gonna cum.”
“Inside me, honey…” she hummed. “Deep inside me… Fill me, honey… Fill me with life… Fill me with your love.”
“Ohhh… ohhh… ohhh…” I groaned, speeding up the final climb.
“Yesss… yesss… yesss…” she crooned. “Fill me, honey… Fill me!”
I filled her.
“NNNGGGHHH! NNNGGGHHH! NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!”
“YYYEEESSS!!!”
“NNnngggghhhh…” I groaned, feeling the rush of energy leaving me as my sperm simply flowed.
“Yesss… Yesss… Yesss… Oh, Wyatt…” Lisa crooned into my ear, holding my shoulders and leaning in to kiss my cheek. “I love this… I love you…”
“I love you,” I replied immediately, my voice full of warmth and unbridled joy, if a little weariness. “I love you… I love you… I love you… my wife.”
“My husband…” Lisa serenaded. “My husband… my husband…”
I propped myself up on my elbows and stared down at my wife. Her face was aglow, with golden-amber irises afire and a sunny radiance to her skin. She looked happy, and while I’d seen her happy a LOT lately, she somehow seemed even happier, if that could be believed.
We were back home now, with the other girls puttering around doing their thing while my wife and I enjoyed an afternoon siesta. If I’d been holding one of the tablets, I knew I would be able to read Lisa’s line graphs displaying her elevated dopamine and oxytocin levels, providing full evidence of her happiness. And I nuzzled her nose with the tip of mine.
And then I realized she was glowing.
No seriously. I’d thought Lisa was ‘glowing’ in a sense of being happy, but when I pulled my head back up, I realized her skin was actually glowing.
And then her neck started glowing.
And then her shoulders… and her upper chest… and her upper arms…
Only then did I realize her midsection had started glowing as well, spreading outwards from her belly as the internal illumination crept down the length of her legs and up her chest until it met the glowing light spreading downwards from her neck.
I could almost hear music swelling around us as I witnessed the miracle happening before me. I suddenly felt weightless. It felt like I was being transported to another world… another universe… or maybe some enchanted Disney movie. I felt no sensation of movement, and yet I couldn’t feel the bed beneath me anymore. The light emanating from Lisa’s body intensified, a radiant luminance that washed out everything else in view, blinding in its brilliance. For a moment I couldn’t see, I couldn’t feel, as my world was filled with her light.
And then the light began to fade away, revealing the world around me once again.
My bedroom.
My bed.
My Lisa beneath me.
Everything seemed exactly the same as they had been a minute earlier. Glancing around for a moment, I blinked and then furrowed my eyebrows, asking, “What just happened?”
Lisa looked perplexed for just a second - her focus turned inward. But then a shy, almost uncertain smile started spreading across her face.
“My hCG levels just spiked,” Lisa began, her eyes shimmering. “My body is ramping up estrogen and progesterone production.”
I arched an eyebrow. “In English, please.”
Lisa smiled. “It means you’re going to be a daddy.”
Perfect.
****
THE END
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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
Chapter 8: The Magic Ingredient: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89350472
Chapter 9: The Twins: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89545248
Chapter 10: A Perfect Day: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89813324
Chapter 11: A Perfect Day II: https://www.patreon.com/posts/89958573
Chapter 12: Chet: https://www.patreon.com/posts/90169511
Chapter 13: Hard-coded: https://www.patreon.com/posts/90462243
Chapter 14: Free Will: https://www.patreon.com/posts/90751391
Chapter 15: Social: https://www.patreon.com/posts/90947433
Chapter 16: Control: https://www.patreon.com/posts/91196456
Chapter 17: Holy Sh-t: https://www.patreon.com/posts/91436647
Chapter 18: Part of Your World: https://www.patreon.com/posts/91676214
Chapter 19: Program: https://www.patreon.com/posts/91918900
Comments
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My theory: the entire story takes place in a simulation in Lisa's mind after Wyatt connects her to the internet and before he first has sex with her. She runs the simulation to research how best to please non-simulation Wyatt.
Ave_Joe
Thought Lisa was stopped cold before they realize they needed Wyatt’s “treatment”.
Jeff Jones
At the minimum they'll stop being real flesh and blood.
Ave_Joe
Totally enjoyed the story. But when Wyatt passes on, will the girls cease to exist? Stop working?
