Erotica: Can't Keep Them Apart (New Adult Romance Bundle)(Erotic Sex Taboo Box Set)

by Audrey Drake

  They kissed some more.

  He ran his hands intently along the exposed flesh beneath her skirt, coming consciously close to the folds of her delight without directly touching them. She moaned into his lips as he skimmed along her pelvis, teasing but never arriving at his assumed destination, eventually reaching back behind her and grabbing hold of her rump, squeezing hard and sending her a jolt that made her giggle.

  Barely separating her lips she hopped up into the air, splaying her legs around his torso, wrapping them around him, and allowed herself to be carried through the house into the dimly lit sanctity of the bedroom.

  He placed her like a feather onto the surface of the bed, still kissing her on the lips, but then moving gradually down along her body, to her jaw line, the sides of her neck, her sternum. With one hand he lifted her back up from off of the bed slightly, and with a single finger he touched the hook of her bra. There was a bright, electric snap, instantly undoing the lacy thing, and Chasidy giggled at the ease and sensation of it. He unpeeled both straps from her shoulders, uncovering her lovely treasures altogether, and then the bra, too went sighing lightly over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. He used his hands to caress both breasts, evoking further moans, and sparks practically flew from her nipples as he leaned his lips down onto them and kissed them, one at a time, back and forth in succession, causing her practically to orgasm from this sensation alone. It was like someone had inserted hooks into her and was trying to pull out her entire spirit through each gland, the tugging of her being in two disparate directions into a sheer excess of delight.

  At last he relented.

  Continued his climb downwards, all the while caressing her with his hands, marking her rib cage, her navel, the iliac crests of her waist as his own.

  Then he lifted up her skirt.

  She thought she might explode.

  His exploration came in a glorious rotation, shifting between fingers and lips and tongue, each one imbibing her with a distinct and particular sensation of being overcome with delight. He traced out the shapes of her womanhood with his tongue, sending crackling currents up along throughout her body, causing her spine to arch up from the bed, her fingers to curl deep wrinkles into the silken sheets. He lashed long and deep into her, striving for her innermost reaches, working his lips as though plying her with the most passionate of kisses. Her chest began to heave with delight, and he additionally inserted his fingers in a campaign to set her completely over the top.

  It worked.

  She couldn't explain what was happening to her body, nor did she make much of an attempt to do so. There was surely some scientific explanation for it, but she put it down to This must just be what robot sex is like, and left it at that. Waves of orgasm spun in rings around her every limb, humming through her body, except...

  Except, well, this was unlike any orgasm she'd ever experienced before. And Chasidy had experienced a lot of powerful orgasms, in a large variety of ways. But this... This was something else. It made her body feel as though climax was not the exception to everyday sensation, but instead the expected the norm. Every inch of her anatomy felt poised to explode with electrified pleasure, blinding her to the rest of the world around her, and with every additional finger Liam laid on her it was like having an unexpectedly pleasant knife cleaving into her flesh, tearing apart an already taut surface. She howled at the moon, felt sweat pouring down across her face, tickling her sensitive flesh, causing little sparks to shoot up from her already electrified skin.

  And then she vaguely felt the skirt rolling down across her knees. Felt the slight removal of weight as it fell from her toes to the floor in a lumpy pile.

  She saw through eyelashes dripping with sweat as Liam removed the thong, exposing her jittering self to a massive, inconceivably long and thick cock. She watched it as it settled into its full form, growing a few more inches at its revelation to the outside world, pointing accusingly at her beautifully exhausted body.

  Chasidy just lay there, panting, a slave to sensation, staring down the fierce, veiny member with an unmistakable hunger in her eyes.

  “Come on, already...” she breathed, smiling, flashing him her pearly white teeth. “When do you think you'll get around to fucking me with that thing?”

  He smiled at her.

  Didn't say a word.

  Walked over, and brusquely took hold of Chasidy's slippery body.

  Tossed her roughly over onto her stomach on top of the covers.

  She clenched a handful of sheets in each fist, brimming with anticipation.

  He grabbed hold of her waist, thrusting her ass up into the air.

  She gasped.

  He slid hit huge member up and down in between the glistening crevices of her splayed legs, not penetrating, but sending a crackle of electricity running along her flesh from the friction.

  She whimpered, not from suffering, but from sheer desire.

  At last he pressed up against her, the tip of his member just barely coming into contact with her pussy, and she held her breath, ready for the end, but then...

  Nothing.

  She waited for several seconds, unsure of what the hold up might be, wondering vaguely if she'd already managed to wear out the damn thing's battery.

  But then she heard a mechanical clicking, a shifting of gears.

  She was just a moment away from turning to investigate, when WHAM!

  It was too late...

  She screamed, unabashedly overpowered by the glorious shock of it, of the multiple currents of electricity surging through her body's openings.

  Right now, at this moment, there were four unfathomably large, perfectly monstrous cocks being stuffed into Chasidy's lower half, two in the natural opening, two in the back door entryway. Her body quivered the flesh of her behind trembling in midair, unsure of whether she would be able to contain this glorious quantity of cybernetic manhood for much longer.

  “I told you I knew what you wanted,” whispered Liam, and Chasidy didn't say anything, only whimpered, contemplating vaguely how thin the line was between extreme pain and the most exquisite of pleasure. She didn't focus on anything, but just felt him inside of her, something thick and heavy rising up inside her throat, a want more than anything for him to begin pumping, to tear her apart, to destroy her, to be reduced into a nondescript pulp and then left there to get swept away from the sheets.

  She felt a thick, warm, gooey substance beginning to coat all four penises, lubricant, thank God, and the electrifying sensation as it seeped through her insides felt like heaven made manifest.

  Slowly, very slowly, he pulled out. Moved back in. Pulled out again. Repeated this several times, at practically a snail's pace, getting her ready and spacious, adequately stretched out for what was about to cum.

  She took faint, laboured breaths with each slow glide, growing more intense each time as she felt him getting closer to attack.

  Then he placed his hands on her shoulders.

  She held her breath.

  He tore into her.

  She screamed.

  “OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!”

  In the back of her mind, she thought, I'm certainly getting every penny of my money's worth out of this thing. In the front of her mind, meanwhile, her only thought remained, OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!

  Liam was thrusting his four cocks vigorously in and out of her, at a speed that was inconceivable for even the most capable and well-endowed man. Everything about it was beyond description, but since this is a book, you probably expect at least some meager attempt at it. So bear with me as I try... It was, quite frankly, machine-like, for obvious reasons. The fast, merciless efficiency of a piston pumping in and out of a shaft, except that it was four pistons, and each one of them alone would have been far too large for its own respective shaft. They slid in and out of her at a dizzying speed, or rather she slid up and down along them at a dizzying speed, because Liam with his muscular robotic arms was c
lapping her back and forth, near and away from his body, pounding her into him and then hurling her forward, again and again and again, with almost concussive rapidity. It was her body reduced to a playground in the most wonderful sense, her head bobbing limply, her breasts swinging so rapidly they clapped against her ribcage, her ass yirating so severely in the air from his deep, repeated, relentless thrusting that it appeared to be vibrating.

  That is an apt description, in fact. A vibrator. A huge, man-sized, autonomous vibrator.

  A sex toy.

  Skin beating against skin so rapidly that it was not the sound at all of two human beings engaged in coitus, the steady klap, klap, klap, klap of eager lovers, but a sound so fast-paced and blurred that each wet slapping of skin seemed indistinguishable from the last, a long, droning, klpklpklpklpklpklpklpklp.

  Analogous, in fact, to the hum of a vibrator.

  “Oh... Oh... Oh...” she moaned, wobbling like a famous brand of gelatinous desert upon the sheets, her body practically liquefying- not literally of course, but as good as such between the fluidness of motion, and the accumulation of bodily fluids over every sticky surface of her form. A miniature pool of sweat was collecting in the small of her back, trickling down onto her shoulder blades, and a fine mist emanated from her nether-regions with the rigorous thrusting of Liam against her lower half, the explosion of sweat molecules so constant as to morph into a little cloud of fog around her buttocks.

  Her insides squirmed at the sensation of multiple penetrations per orifice, of cock sliding against cock in one hole, of the pressure of one cock pushing through into the other, sliding up against it through a wall of flesh, and that third cock sliding up simultaneously against the fourth, slip-sliding positions around inside her, switching from top to bottom top to bottom within each hole and with each passing thrust, all the while continuing to fill her with the warm lubricant that allowed this to go on without unravelling her.

  She felt as though her entire body might suddenly fall apart the instant Liam ceased fucking her lights out, that the momentum of his rapid-fire thrusting was the only thing in the world keeping her strained, orgasm-weary limbs from snapping all to pieces.

  She shut her eyes. Tilted her quivering head back. Felt unfettered pools of spittle forming at the corners of her lips, sizzling down from her mouth, dripping down across her exhausted, weary flesh. The screwing of a perfect, unrestrained, indiscriminate animal.

  She felt the lights grow brighter. Felt the blinding brilliance of a full-body orgasm, coupled with the overwhelming surge of the electrical currents through her brittle, weary bones. With sudden abruptness this assault on her pussy altogether ceased, with Liam giving her one final slam into his pelvis, holding her there, her ass pressed up against the walls of his abdominals as she felt his four perfect cocks plunging down into her greatest depths, releasing their hot, electrifying loads in sequence, one cock coming and initiating it's co-penetrator to do so from the sensation, causing her insides to practically overflow with this beautiful, sticky mess.

  Sighing one last, futile sigh of surrender, she blanked out, her body drifting away into the unfettered unconsciousness of perfect, unmatched, and unrestrained pleasure.

  Her final thought before drifting away into oblivion was:

  I'm so glad I decided to go shopping today...

  Chapter Two

  Chasidy's boyfriend Dalton had decided to come home early from work today. A rarity, to say the least, partly because it was rare for him to do so voluntarily (time is money, after all,) and partly because it was rare for his tech firm to allow him the luxury of leisure. Earlier that day as he and his girlfriend had made sweet, furious love, however, Dalton had come to realize the plenitude of risks involved in distancing himself so often from what he had come to regard as an otherwise perfect relationship. Although the pseudo intellectuals of the future had more or less dismissed love as a concept concocted by humankind in order to deceive themselves about the inevitability of death and their miniscule, insignificant place in the universe, Dalton secretly thought, though did not admit freely, that he loved Chasidy. Loved her eyes. Loved her smile. The way she moved. The ways she spoke. The way the light shimmered in her hair anytime she turned her face to look at him.

  The fluttering of her eyelashes...

  God damn it, he was swooning for her!

  But then someone on the train accidentally brushed their leg up against him.

  “Hey! Watch what you're goddamn doing you piece of shit assweed dickfuck!”

  “Go shove your goddamn fuckin' cock up your mother's hairy cunt you motherfucker!”

  And that more or less broke the illusion.

  All the same, Dalton was undeterred in his happiness at arriving home early to surprise the woman he fooled himself into thinking he loved in order to deceive himself about the inevitability of death and his miniscule, insignificant place in the universe. He had stopped by a department store on the way to the train in order to pick up diamond earrings for her, and planned on stopping by a flower stand a few blocks from the apartment in order to surprise her with roses.

  Sometimes he could be such a romantic, he thought.

  He decided to put the offending leg-brusher out of his mind by watching some Mind-fuck porn on his headset. He wouldn't finish the scene up to the point of all those orgasms, of course, because that would defeat the purpose of him watching. But these days of extreme sex and nudity had become so prevalent in everyday life that it would take at least this amount of titillation for him to be able to get it up for Chasidy twice in one day.

  He really was such a romantic.

  Chapter Three

  “Oh.” Gasp. “My.” Gasp. “God.”

  Liam just gave her a knowing smile.

  So that was robo-sex. Huh.

  It had taken Chasidy at least a half hour of recuperation to get her words out following her first time, the unmitigated bursting of her cyborg-on-human cherry to put it mildly.

  She wondered vaguely how the hell she'd ever thought that human sex on its own could be somehow satisfying by comparison?

  She reached down absentmindedly beneath the sheets to feel for the thing that had just about torn her in two with pleasure, and felt it squirming happily beneath her touch, as massive and as flush with erection as ever.

  “It's still there,” laughed Liam.

  “Goddddd,” said Chasidy, still overwhelmingly lost for words. “There were like... Four of them, before...”

  “Let's just say I pack a lot of equipment,” said Liam, smiling wickedly. Chassidy impulsively wanted him to fuck her again, not least because she wanted to know what sort of other equipment he might be in possession of. But she half-thought that doing so may end up killing her outright at this point in time, and so she dismissed the thought for the time being and decided just to lay there on his near-human chest, pondering.

  She listen to the Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr hum of what would have been his heartbeat.

  He stroked his warm, static-crackling hand through her mussed-up golden hair, causing several strands of it to stand on end and then float back down again as he moved.

  “So, for quality assurance purposes, the good people at Erotech would love to get some feedback about your first experience with me, in order to better improve upon their current product in the future. Would you care to complete a very short survey?”

  Chasidy blinked.

  Improve upon their current product? Impossible!

  “I... Yeah, yeah sure...”

  “Okay, wonderful! So, on a scale of 1-10, how would you rate your overall first experience with an Erotech Erobot?”

  “10.”

  “On a scale of 1-10, how satisfied would you say you are with your specific purchase of the Erotech Erobot XXXL model?”

  “10.”

  “On a scale of 1-10, how likely would you say you were to recommend purchasing an Erotech Erobot XXXL model to a friend?”

  “10.”


  “On a scale of 1-10, how likely would you say you would be to purchase any similar Erotech products in the future?”

  “10.”

  “On a scale of 1-10, how would you say the overall value was for your money?”

  “10.”

  “Do you have any questions about this survey or our product?”

  “No.”

  “On a scale of 1-10 how badly do you want me to ram my fucking cock up your tight wet pussy right now, so hard that you aren't able to walk for about a week afterward?”

  “Can the scale go beyond ten?”

  “Yes.”

  “About a hundred thousand.”

  “Thank you, your feedback is very important to us. This completes our short survey.”

  And then he cradled her in his arms, running his hands across her body, and the two of them made out like newlyweds for several long minutes.

  But then, suddenly, a click.

  The sound of the front door opening.

  Chasidy shrieking, pulling the silken covers of the bed up over her exposed breasts.

  A bouquet of roses falling in a heap upon the floor, scattering their petals across the carpet.

  Dalton, standing wide-eyed and dumbstruck in the center of the bedroom doorway.

  “Oh. My. God.”

  To Be Continued…

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  Chapter One

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