Man or Machine: 2 (Body Electric) by Electra Shepherd

the most pleasure he had ever felt.
    I was a virgin my first time with Hal too , thought Elsa, and at the thought she nearly groaned.
    “You,” said Hal to Dallas. “You’re astounding. I never knew anything like you could exist in the real world.”
    “You’re pretty astounding too, stud. This feels so good .”
    Their hands were moving even more quickly now. She could hear Hal panting. He reached out and put his left palm on Dallas’ chest.
    Hold on, they weren’t meant to be doing this. Ilsa began to get up and then remembered that if she did get up, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from touching either of them. And besides, Dallas had already put his palm on Hal’s chest, just above his nipple. In synch, they moved a step closer.
    “You’re warm,” Hal murmured, still stroking his own cock.
    “You’re hot,” said Dallas. “Oh, touch me.”
    Hal rubbed his hand over Dallas’ chest, across his nipples, and Dallas did the same thing. Hal shuddered.
    “She made you,” he said quietly, his hand going even faster, his body moving even closer to the robot. “She touched every bit of you, inside and out.”
    Ilsa’s mouth was dry. She licked her lips, unable to look away, unable to move. She knew what was going to happen next and she didn’t know if she wanted it to happen or not. Whether she would explode with desire from watching.
    But even though she knew what was going to happen, she still had to draw in breath sharply, grip the chair harder, when Hal and Dallas moved at the same time and shifted their grips to each other’s cock. It was a coordinated, seamless movement, almost as if they were the same person. They lost no rhythm and from the way Hal moaned and Dallas said, “Ohhhhhhh yes,” Ilsa could tell they had gained a great deal of pleasure.
    And then they were kissing. Perfectly matched, of a height, with their hands moving frantically between them.
    Ilsa’s hand moved toward the waistband of her jeans. They weren’t watching her. They were fully engrossed in their own world, in the friction and the heat between them, both of them feeling exactly the same thing. And she felt hot, raw, as if she could come with a single touch of her finger on her clit.
    But it was Hal. She couldn’t show Hal she was affected. Even though she wanted nothing more than to join these two males. One who she’d shaped and one who had shaped her.
    She gripped the arms of the chair again, as if she were tied there, being made to watch. Like Hal had watched her and Dallas. Except he’d been in control. And now they were giving each other something she couldn’t—because Dallas could learn about part of himself from Hal and because she couldn’t let herself touch Hal. Not if she wanted to keep some hold on her hard-won peace of mind.
    Not if she wanted to stop herself from loving him again.
    As if he could read her mind, Hal tore his mouth away from Dallas’. And looked straight at her.
    “What do you want, Ilsa?” he asked. His voice was ragged. She knew from experience he was close to climax.
    “I don’t—”
    “Do you want to join us?” he asked, his hands still moving on Dallas, their hips thrusting toward each other now.
    “I want—”
    I want to touch you. I want you inside me. I want both of you inside me. I want to lie between you with one of you buried deep in my pussy and the other thrusting into my mouth. And then change over. I want your hands on me and my breath full of you.
    When you come, I want to come with you. So hard, again and again.
    And then I want you to kiss me, Hal.
    She couldn’t.
    “I want you to suck me,” said Dallas. “I want to come in your hot mouth, stud.”
    “What do you want, Ilsa?” Hal asked again.
    Ilsa took a deep breath. “I want you to do that to each other,” she said. And it was true. She did. She wanted to see it.
    But she wanted something else much, much more. So much it frightened her.
    Hal watched her for another moment. Then he nodded and,