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

moving together, he and Dallas sidestepped to the bed. They tumbled onto it and though it took a minute or two to adjust themselves into the new position without getting tangled up in the wires connecting them, soon they were lying side by side with their heads at each other’s crotch level. Their cocks were harder than ever. Hal’s was reddened from the friction and arousal.
    Ilsa kneeled up in her chair so she could see them better.
    They opened their mouths at the same time and licked around the sensitive head of each other’s penis. They each put one hand around the base and one hand on their partner’s buttock, shaping long fingers around the curves. And then, as if neither of them could wait any longer, they took the other’s cock deep into their mouths.
    Hal groaned. Dallas did too. They were like two pieces in a puzzle as they began to move and thrust together, sucking and stroking, pumping and groaning. Their bodies were urgent and beautiful, their lips stretched, muscles tensed, their balls and buttocks tight. It was one of the most erotic things Ilsa had ever seen and this time she couldn’t stop herself; her hand crept of its own accord beneath the waistband of her jeans. Her panties were soaked, her clit swollen. Her first touch made her hips buck, made a small cry escape her lips, and her second touch was enough to make her come. Her body clenched.
    On the bed, Hal and Dallas’ movements became wild and uncontrolled. As Ilsa’s climax was thundering through her and she was pressing her lips tight together so she wouldn’t make any more noise, the men stiffened, tensed, clutched each other. Hal’s eyes were shut tight. Dallas’ eyes glowed brighter. She heard a low rumble deep in Dallas’ throat as the robot, for the first time, shared Hal’s climax.
    A fresh wave of pleasure swept through Ilsa at the sight.
    And then it was over. Quickly, Ilsa pulled her hand out of her jeans and wiped it on the side of her leg. They wouldn’t have noticed her. They were too involved with each other, or at least Hal had been. Dallas had the ability to collect a variety of perceptions at once though she wasn’t certain if that ability remained when he was experiencing his first orgasm.
    Anyway, Hal had had his eyes closed. She was still safe.
    Hal let Dallas’ cock slide out of his mouth. Interestingly, it had begun to go soft, the same as Hal’s cock was as Dallas let it go.
    “That was fucking mind-blowing,” said Dallas. “I mean, I liked sex before but that was…whoa.”
    Hal sat up. He wiped his mouth and smiled.
    “Did you enjoy that too?” he asked Ilsa.
    “It was very interesting,” she said, trying to keep her voice detached. She was aware her cheeks must be flushed and she was breathing more heavily than normal. She was also aware her right middle finger carried the distinct scent of her arousal. “I assume that you got the data you wanted, Dallas?”
    “And then some, baby.”
    Hal detached the electrodes on his head. “The experiment was an entire success then. Do you mind my asking what you’ll do with my semen? Just on a scientific basis.”
    “My system occasionally incorporates excess moisture. I will process it, use what I can and discard the rest.”
    “Sexy.” Hal scooted to the end of the bed and stood up.
    Ilsa averted her eyes as he stretched his arms over his head, apparently very pleased with himself.
    “I could really do with some supper,” he said.

Chapter Seven
     
    When Ilsa and Hal arrived in the kitchen, two places were set at the table. A bowl of tossed salad sat in the middle next to a basket of bread and a covered serving dish that was emitting the most delicious aroma. There was a jug of iced water and a bottle of red wine, uncorked, and two glasses.
    “Someone was expecting us,” said Hal. He was clothed now. It made it a bit easier on her. But only a little bit.
    “Red’s an amazing cook.” Ilsa took the lid off the serving dish to reveal Red’s special