Chapter 1

Clarence Williams sped to the supermarket parking lot in his Skimmer, which rode on air instead of wheels. Beside him sat a man that looked exactly like Clarence, that could've been his twin brother. A woman sat in the back seat.

The man who sat silently beside Clarence and was an exact duplicate of him was not his twin brother. It was Clarence Two, a robot. And it was 9 a.m. on an August day in 1995.

Clarence circled to join the other robot owners, each with a duplicate seated beside him or her, in Skimmers similar to Clarence's. The humans got out of their cars to mill around the closed doors of the supermarket, awaiting the manager who would open the doors. The robots, most of whom looked exactly like their owners, sat patiently, silently, waiting for the call to work. Clarence found a friend, Henry.

"Still thinking of trading in your GM and your DuPont for A-C robots?" asked Henry.

"You know it," said Clarence. "I've already got my order in."

"How stupid can you be?" asked Henry. "A-C robots are the worst. Twenty companies make a better robot."

The store manager arrived. The robots filed silently out of the Skimmers on order from their owners and into the store to do their jobs. Some were checkers, some were stock- handlers, some were baggers. Besides the store manager, there was only one other human worker in the store, a woman too poor to own her own robot. The robots with plastiskin surfaces and driven by miraculous miniature electronic 'chips', mingled with the human customers, blending so perfectly that it was impossible to distinguish between human and machine. The salaries the robots earned would go to the owners, who could go fishing, stay home and loaf or work at other jobs.

Robots delivered, and the store buzzing with early morning customers, Clarence and Henry returned to the parking lot. Henry looked at the robot woman in the back seat of Clarence's vehicle. He shook his head.

"You've got a robot checker and a female robot bank teller," he told Clarence. "You'd have to give up both to get one of the A-C robots. You can live like a king - why give it up?"

Clarence was tired of Henry's skepticism. "You want to know why? I'll tell you why. It's a secret, but I got a good reason. The new A-C robots are gonna be able to have sex."

"YOU'RE CRAZY!" Nobody would dare make a robot that has sex."

"A-C will. They'll have the only robots in the country - in the world! - that can both work at jobs and have sex."

"Man," said Henry, "giving a robot sex equipment is AGAINST THE LAW! Didn't you know that."

Clarence smiled a cunning smile.

"No, my friend. ALTERING a robot after it leaves the factory, that's against the law. The black market sex attachments stink anyway. Any manufacturer of robots can make 'em do anything they want, except kill a human."

"Clarence, twenty big companies make robots - G.M., DuPont, Kodak, Lockheed, even the telephone company. They're all in the act. Not ONE puts sex parts in robots. How come?"

"Because they're big companies with little old lady stockholders and a public relations image. It's a gentlemen's agreement - until some small aggressive outfit comes along and starts sexing-up the robots. When profits drop, they'll switch fast-enough. By then, little old A-C right here in Chicago will be way out in front."

"You know so much!" sneered Henry.

Clarence had had it up to here with Henry's sneers. He was sworn to secrecy but this morning, he couldn't take it any more.

"My cousin is a lady engineer at A-C downtown," said Clarence. "She's in Advanced Research. She's working on a robot with sex parts right now. I've seen pictures. I'll tell you something, friend. Those first A-C's will sell for $100,000, and your average non-sex robot will drop from $20,000 to $5,000 on used robot lots all over Chicago and everywhere else!"

He stalked off in triumph to deliver his lady robot to her job at the bank as a teller. Might as well goof off the rest of the day. When you own two working robots, who needs a job. And when those A-C sex jobs come out - zowie!

Henry waited until Clarence was out of sight. Then he pulled a small transceiver out of his pocket and called the Chicago headquarters of the private detective firm that employed him. By noon every large corporation in the country that made work robots had the word. A small Chicago outfit was about to release a robot with sex parts - and this newest of industries, that had excited the country for the past ten years, was due for a major upheaval.

Thirty miles away in downtown Chicago, Nancy Lyons, Project Engineer for the A-C Corporation, cleared her laboratory of all humans. She was all alone with Big Sam, the first robot in the history of the world who had everything.

She walked up to the six foot robot who smiled politely down at her.

"Well, Sam," she said, "today you become a man. You cost us two million dollars and the front office wants to find out what they've bought."

The robot stood a little over six feet, with broad shoulders, a nicely tapered torso and muscular legs. His body was patterned after a famous athlete, while his face resembled Nancy's boss, Nelson Harper. It was both an in joke and a compliment to the head of Advanced Research.

"You're beautiful," the robot told her, his seduction cycle activiated by her body heat and other sensory data.

"Thank you," laughed Nancy, eyes dancing. The fact was, she was beautiful. It was an accident of birth. She had an engineer's brain in the sexy body of a model. At thirty, she was at her physical as well as mental peak.

She accepted her beauty and femininity. Her usual dress was a black leatherite jumpsuit with a wet look. Breasts tight and jiggly in the suit, belly flat, rear-end ripe, thighs and legs perfectly curved, she was a fitting representative of the human race in this first sex encounter with a machine.

She pulled down Sam's head and kissed him on the mouth. At the probing of her pink tongue, his lips opened. Her tongue shot into his mouth. She savored his sweet breath, delicious saliva, his gasp. Of course a sex robot had to have all of that and more. He had to be more like a man than a man himself.

Breathing deeply from the kiss, and excited, Nancy reached down and played with Big Sam's cock in his pants. It thickened and rose just like it was supposed to.

"Uh," grunted the robot in distress. His pants constricted his hard- on. Delighted with this little touch she'd given him, she released his cock from his pants, stroking the warm plastiskin that felt so real. It was great. She felt her cunt swell and become wet as she moved the soft cock skin over his hard love-muscle.

She fondled the stiff cock, so hot and natural, and she felt the velvet run of preseminal fluid seep out. Maybe there was a little more of that than a real man gave off.

"That feels GREAT," murmured the robot in a deep, masculine voice. The voice had been specially chosen. Its vibrations stirred the female skeleton. The right voice added a lot of sexuality.

"You're hung," she laughed. She felt the nipples of her big breasts tighten hard in her wet suit as they burned in rising desire.

She reached down and felt for the buttons hidden in the robots balls. His cock expanded at once from the standard six inches to seven, and the girth also widened.

"Ohhh," she said. She worked the button again. Sam's jabber expanded once more to eight inches and wider. Sam was made to please any female orifice.

"I've got to get it off," begged Sam.

"Sure you do!" she laughed.

She bent her head to stare at the enormous male member. The color was perfect, skin slightly darker than the rest of his body. It was reddened right now with sex desire, almost purple at the spade-shaped head. Realistic purple veins fed "blood" into the muscle to keep Sam rock-hard. The skin looked paper-thin with the cock extended. She'd worked very hard to get that male prodder just right. A-C was going to make it or lose it on the cock of Big Sam and the cunt of Happy Nan, her female counterpart for Big Sam.

She jacked off Big Sam with her fist. He came up on his toes, grunting happily. Those micro-circuits, servos and memory units, were so sensitive that the robot actually FELT pleasure sensations in his cock. The result was that she, too, grew more excited as she worked the penis and made him experience pleasure.

She bent down, took his balls in her hand and sucked the end of his cock. She felt a click and he gasped and began to bunt his rod into her mouth. His cock tasted of meat, just like it was supposed to.

"Ahhh, ooooo, ohhhh, good!" he cried.

It was good for her too. She was just about out of her mind with desire, fooling with that big cock.

"Let's drop your load," she said, blushing and thrilling with the reality of the robot sex.

She pulled him to a desk, holding on to his cock and he followed docilely. She felt her heart speed up and her cunt burn. It was the first real test with her virgin robot. This time she meant to go all the way.

She stripped him and stood him in front of the desk, cock jutting up, hard and ready, gleaming with preseminal fluid. His body was fantastic, with ridges of muscle, the soft plastiskin, the handsome face and the ripple of his parts.

Trembling, she slipped out of her one-piece suit and mounted the edge of the desk in front of him. Her breathing was fast and light. Her cunt had filled with syrup. Her nipples stretched taut. Her belly ached. Yet she hesitated a moment. This was the world's first robot fuck. The clock said 10:35 a.m.

She slid her hands around his naked buttocks as she gathered him in to her belly. His buttocks felt warm and solid, good in her hands. She felt inside of his crack. His sphincter was his orgasm button. When a female wanted a robot to release his flood, light pressure on the sphicter shot off the spurts.

In her nervousness, her fingers pressed the sphincter.

"Hah," went Big Sam. "HAH!"

"Oh, nuts!" she said, exasperated.

His eyes got big. His face went pink.

"AHHHHH, GLOREEEEE," he sang bunting in the air with his loins. He began to spurt just like a man with spasmodic loops of grey-white jism, grunting his pleasure as the circuits overloaded and spilled. The jism splattered on her naked belly and ran warmly down into her dark pubic hairs, making her shiver. It thrilled her to see the cock jerk and squeeze off those looping liquid darts so realistically.

She let him grunt off his pleasure in the orgasmic cycle and then philosophically reset the balls to fill again. His magazine had ten loads to activate without refilling. Premature ejaculation was no problem. He was instantly ready to go again, still hard. If she'd pressed another button, his cock would've softened and gone into a fifteen minute "wait" routine.

She got a towel and cleaned up the starchy smelling jism. The spent male juice felt sticky on her skin. Just like the real stuff.

She pulled him to her belly again.

"Ready?" she asked needlessly.

"I love this," he said.

She fitted the stiff cock-head into her cunt. She didn't have to do anything else. Once the sensors felt the cock-head bury inside a female organ, the robot began to fuck, as a real male would do. "OHMIGOD!" she screamed in ecstasy.

It thrilled her out of her skull, and was almost painful. Gasping, she reached down to reduce the size of that brutally plunging cock. She'd forgotten and left him at eight inches.

"Ahhh."

His prick sank back to six inches, which was comfortable for her. She wouldn't leave it at that. She wanted to start out the action with the normal-sized cock and then as she got hotter she could expand it to match her expanded vagina.

The robot hugged her at the hips and fucked into her with long, luscious cock strokes, crazing her with sex delight. It felt sooo good!

"Oh, I'm FUUUUUCKED," she moaned happily.

At that moment the lab door opened and her boss, the lab director, Nelson Harper, came in. Rocking in Big Sam's fuck, she could only cling to the robot and stare at him, her face a mixture of embarrassment and delight.

Nelson was an older man, about fifty. It was always strange to see that face when her robot wore a younger version of the same face. His eyes blinked as he took in the hot scene before him, but he seemed determined to interrupt.

"You know the rules, Nancy," he said sternly.

He walked over to the robot and shut the power off. She gave a great sigh and slid off the tension of the plunging prick as Big Sam went still and lifeless. She slid off his still-hard prick.

"Wha... what rules, Nelson?" She grabbed for her suit, trying to hide her nudity.

"No one in the lab is ever allowed to be alone with a robot, in case the machine circuits scramble or short. You could be seriously injured, even killed."

"But Nel... Nelson." She was still hyped up by the sweet sex action. She saw it would reveal too much to try to dress in front of her boss, so she just held her suit over her nudity. Sam's big cock carried the gloss of her sex juices which embarrassed her, and she hoped Nelson didn't notice that.

"No exceptions," he said, making his lips thin.

"Now, how can I give Big Sam the final test with my staff hanging around, staring?"

"Don't need the staff. Just one person. I'd be the best bet," he said.

"You want to play dirty old man," she laughed.

There was a glint of humor in his eyes.

"Maybe. This work is hard enough not to enjoy the sidebars."

"So turn on the robot. If you have to voyeur - well, it's scientific, I guess."

"Uh, the point of this robot is that his penis detaches," he said.

"Of course it detaches, Nelson. If we left it on for married couples, the guy would never buy it. Your average guy doesn't want a big, virile male with a better cock than his around his wife all day."

"We designed it, furthermore, so that your average husband could wear the robot cock and enhance his own pleasure, as well as his wife's," said Nelson.

"That we did," she agreed. She felt a thrill in her stomach. She knew now what was coming. Nelson had been hot for her ever since she'd become this project engineer. She'd been so immersed in her work, she hadn't realized how much her boss wanted to plug her, with or without the robot dildo, and the final test was his brilliant chance.

"Before you try it with the robot, I think we'd better test the penis alone," he said. His face was slightly red, his eyes dilated as he stared at the smooth, silkin limbs of the girl.