The Sex Machine

by Troy Conway

  The two girls exchanged a meaning glance.

  Priscilla said, “I certainly do not. I ought to have some proof.”

  A hand slid my zipper down.

  I said, “Hold everything--no, wait! Not quite that way.”

  Too late Lee Chi had hold of me and Priscilla was staring with bulging eyes and drooping lips. She was starting to breathe faster, which was why her mouth was open.

  “Priscilla,” I protested. “Remember your puritanical upbringing. You really shouldn’t—”

  “I psyched myself, Professor—like it says in your book. Oh, yes. I bought a copy of The Sex Machine in Hong Kong and read it on my way into the interior, You are a genius, Professor. Your theory really works.”

  Priscilla leaned forward and removed Lee Chi’s hand, substituting her own. Her lingers were cool and smooth. My hips bucked.

  “If you think I can steer a course to Hong Kong while you’re feeling around—”

  Lee Chi ignored me to ask Priscilla, “You really mean it when you say you have not had a man in more than a year?”

  “I really do, honey.”

  “Shame on you, Professor. You should never have let her plead her way out of bedding down with you in that Tokyo hotel room” Then Lee Chi nudged me with her elbow. “Out, out. I can fly this whirlybird too, Let me demonstrate.”

  “You don,” breathed the widow.

  Lee Chi chuckled. “First grabs to you, Priscilla. Then I’11 think of a way to get my own licks in.”

  “Will there be anything left? I mean “

  “Show her, Professor!” shouted Lee Chi.

  I got into a back seat. I would have used a little fore play—It is always a good idea to rouse up a woman before you take her, as I have taught again and again in my courses in the League for Sexual Dynamics—but there was no need for this with the widow lady. She was already “bursting her cloud” at the mere idea of joining her body with mine.

  Priscilla Saunders simply lifted her tom skirt, under which she was naked, and put her left leg over my lap, straddling my thighs. She sat down slowly, with quite evident relish, judging by the little cries of ecstasy she emitted. She put her arms about me and held me to her open-mouthed kiss while her hips fandangoed all over me.

  Up and down and sideways went her hips. I marveled at her virtuosity, considering her background.

  When I mentioned it, she panted, “I’ve kept myself in check all my life, Professor. First, because I thought it was my duty to come to my marriage bed a virgin. Then when I was a married woman, I felt it was my duty to be faithful to Martin Even if he was in China.

  “Now I’m going to make up for it.”

  There was no sense in sitting here like a bump on a log, letting her do all the work. I ran my fingers up her bare thighs to her belly and around it to her sides and upward, pushing her skirt to her armpits. My fingers hooked her thin brassiere and tugged it down so that the crumpled cups held her big breasts pushed out.

  Between forefingers and thumbs, I grabbed her nipples. I rotated them; I pulled them. She sobbed in heat as my tongue licked and my mouth opened to nurse. My hands went down to her buttocks.

  She tore off her skirt over her head and threw it. Naked, she writhed closer and closer, beating ha hips to me, crying out again and again in her carnal convulsions. I let her ride out her spasms, helping her achieve an even higher pleasure plateau before each orgasm with lips and fingers.

  Her breasts half smothered me, the way she was rubbing them over my face. Her voice whispered, “I’m going back to school, Professor.”

  If she wanted to talk, that was fine by me. “Oh?” I said. “How come?”

  “I intend to enroll in your L.S.D. courses. I’m going to take the whole works. I may even repeat the course, over and over.”

  Well, if that was what she wanted.

  I turned my head sideways to breathe, nudging a breast out of the way. To my surprise, Lee Chi was standing beside us, lifting her quilted jacket off so her golden globes swung free to my stare.

  “Now me,” she giggled, pushing down her linen trousers.

  “The controls,” I yelled.

  “They can take care of themselves. I tied the control rod with my sash. It’s flying us straight and true for Hong Kong. The gas tank is almost full. We ought to land at Kai Tak airport before it runs out.”

  She came up behind Priscilla and put her smooth hands over those white breasts. Her own hard mounds pushed into Priscilla’s bare back. The widow cried out harshly as the scratching of those female appendages really got to her.

  Lee Chi pulled Priscilla’s head back and kissed her mouth. I think the widow went half out of her skull at that, I honestly don’t believe she ever realized two girls could kiss each other that way. Neither of them were lesbian; this was just the cocktail before the main course.

  Four hands and two mouths are better than my own alone. In seconds, Priscilla was jouncing crazily, sobbing and shuddering. We worked on her until she was a limp mass of quivering humanity. Then Lee Chi eased her off me and took her place.

  Lee Chi attacked me as if there were no tomorrow. I didn’t discourage her. I was having too good a time. I helped her climb her peaks as I had Priscilla Saunders. I told myself I was damn glad she was no robot.

  “What are you going to do when you get to Hong Kong?”

  I wondered during a period of recovery from her orgasmic spasms.

  “Go with you, be a student at your school.”

  “Good. But there isn’t much I can teach you.”

  Lee Chi giggled and shook her head. “No, I am going to teach your people.”

  “What can you teach them?”

  “How to make robots. What else?”

  I was pretty dumb, I guess. I asked, “How?”

  Lee Chi giggled, bouncing up and down on my inexhaustable jade stick. “I have been at the Robot Development Center a long time. I have even been able to copy some of the formulas those Russians used, plus a blueprint or two of their machines.”

  “They’ll pay you a million dollars or more,” I assured her, and she nodded happily. “But how did you sneak it out?”

  Her eyes glanced sideways at Priscilla Saunders, who was staring down between her legs, watching the movement of our living parts. And they were really living, because the Chinese girl was bouncing and sliding around all over me.

  Priscilla was goggle-eyed, and her mouth was open. H a somewhat heavy breasts were quite hard. They looked like big marble melons with the faint blue lines in them, tipped by the dark brown of her nipples. I honestly don’t believe she heard a word that we were saying.

  She was far too interested in what we were doing.

  Lee Chi gasped between jounces, “You told me about Priscilla sewing those old scrolls inside her dress, remember? So when we were getting ready to leave, I sewed my papers and blueprints inside my jacket.”

  Her face was twisted in orgasmic ecstasy. She could not speak any more. She screwed her eyes shut, let her mouth fall open, and hung on with her fingernails buried in my shoulders.

  Up and down and around, bounce and fall, she worked on and on. Her big breasts flopped and danced.

  Behind her, Priscilla was licking her lips, staring at the Chinese doll. Her hands were quivering. As if to still them, she lifted them, put them on her swollen breasts. Her hips began working back and forth as if they held an invisible lover.

  Staring at the newly made widow made me think of something, but I didn’t know just what. She reminded me of someone, and I thought about that while Lee Chi bent her head so that her long black hair fell down about her face and wailed out her pleasure.

  Damn! What did Priscilla remind me of?

  Something important, something that was a part of this adventure. I stared at her, watched her open her eyes and lick her lips some more. She advanced on Lee Chi as if hynotized Her hands slipped onto the sweat-wet sides of the golden girl and stroked them.

  She began rubbing her white breasts on
that yellow back, up and down and sideways. Her mouth came open, just as her moist palms slipped up to clasp and hold the heavy breasts that were shaking so crazily. Her hips beat the air.

  The widow lady looked like a nympho.

  Ah, that was it!

  The blonde nympho whom I was to have banged in the Sheffield Inn, back in Uncle Sam land. Not that she looked anything like Cassie, though ha actions were much the same. It was just that she was a hot white woman, I suppose, as Cassie had been.

  Cassie was a loose end that I wanted to tie in with the rest of the action. I had the feeling that she was a part of it.

  So my timing was off. I admit it. Priscilla was behind Lee Chi, her pale hands were under her breasts, lifting and shaking them; she was kissing the Chinese girl on her throat, pushing her tongue in her ear. She was one excited lady.

  Nobody wanted to hear me ask questions.

  Lee Chi was responding to the hands on her breasts and to the breasts rubbing up and down her back by going off on another orgasmic octave of sensation. I hesitated to ask the questions jumping around on the end of my tongue, so I waited.

  Ever the gentleman.

  The helicopter flew on through the skies of China I marveled that it held so steady in the air, that it didn’t go up and down, the way the girls were gyrating and jumping around. But we flew on and on.

  Lee Chi screamed.

  Priscilla Saunders was peering over her bare shoulder and watching her own hands tugging on the Chinese girl’s stiff brown nipples, yanking them outward, adding a touch of pain to the pleasure I was giving the Chinese doll. She squeezed those breasts; she twisted them.

  They were both panting like leaky bellows.

  “Hey,” I said plaintively. “I’d like to ask a question.”

  Some fat chance. I sat there and watched the girls get mom and more excited. Priscilla had turned Lee Chi’s head so she could kiss her, as the golden girl had done to her. I made a pretty good guess that widowhood was going to be the start of a new kind of life for Priscilla Saunders.

  Then Lee Chi stiffened and panted out her release in perfumed gusts between Priscilla’s open lips. Priscilla crooned to her, handling her breasts very tenderly.

  “My turn now,” the widow whispered.

  “Oh, yes. Yes,” Lee Chi agreed.

  The white woman helped the yellow girl off me.

  This was my chance. “Hey, I want to ask a question! Wait a second, girls. This is important.”

  Lee Chi staggered to the other side of the chopper, planted her soft behind to the wall and slid down to a sitting position. She had a silly, happy grin on her lips.

  “Lee Chi!” I yelled.

  She grimed at me. “Huh?”

  “Did you ever make a white woman at the Robot Development Center?”

  Priscilla Saunders was kneeling between my thighs. Her hands were stroking up and down, marveling at my phallic powers. She nuzzled me against her cheek. She put out her tongue and licked.

  I said bravely. “Think, Lee Chi. Please, for my sake.”

  “I’d do anything for you,” she vowed.

  “A white woman. Her name was Cassie.”

  She sat there like a broken doll and thought. I could practically hear the wheels going around inside her head. Finally she nodded and grinned.

  “Yes, I remember,” she said, then sat up straighter, watching the widow.

  Priscilla was holding me between both her fists, and she was using her teeth to nibble. Fear showed on Lee Chi’s face.

  “Don’t bite,” she screamed. “I’ll want more when I get my strength back!”

  That did it. I reached out and grabbed Mrs. Saunders, by her long black hair and pushed her away. I said to her shocked face, “Wait, honey. Just wait until I get an answer to my question. It’s really important.”

  She struggled, but weakly.

  Lee Chi was on her feet, advancing on us both, the light of lust in her eyes. I said to her, “You hold it right there, baby. Answer me.

  “This Cassie. Was she a robot too?”

  Lee Chi nodded. “Oh, yes. Made from master model of lady correspondent in Peking. She was kidnapped and taken to the Robot Development Center. Novotny and Kolsikoff made fie duplicate of her. Very passionate girl. Needs men all the time. Like us.” She giggled and gestured at Priscilla Saunders kneeling before me.

  “Too bad about lady correspondent. She not lucky like me and you They kill her when they get finished with her measurements. Very sad. Nobody glad to see her die. She was special favorite of Fodor Novotny.”

  She would be. I said, “What did they do with the robot who came to the Sheffield Inn? She wasn’t there later on, after I’d killed the men she was with.”

  “I think the Red Chinese secret agents destroyed her.

  heard rumors. They got the bodies out of the motel and cleaned up the blood. Then they took the robot away.”

  “Were there any more copies of her?”

  “All in the Robot Development Center. They must have burned in the fire.”

  Priscilla said, “How about it, Professor?”

  She put her hands to mine and drew my lingers away from her hair. She leaned forward and began licking what her hands were still holding. Lee Chi watched, very interested nodding her head from time to time as if in approval of her technique.

  Satisfied that I was having fun, the Chinese girl put one bare foot on the seat where I was sitting. She rose upward, and put her other foot beyond my further thigh, so that she was spraddled over me.

  “Any more questions?” she asked.

  I started shaking my head just as Priscilla Saunders started to giggle. I looked down at her.

  “What’s with you?” I asked.

  “I was just thinking that we ought to form our own air line in and out of Red China Our motto could be, You’ll love, flying with us.’”

  Lee Chi sat down. Priscilla leaned forward.

  We loved, flying—all the way to Hong Kong.