A Person in Every Way

As their passions rose, so did the volume of their love making. Paul grunted and moaned as he hungrily sucked one nipple then the other. Leila continued to moan her encouragements to Paul, "Yeah, Baby! Suck me, Baby! That's it, suck my titties!" For both, their breathing turned into audible panting.

Finally, Leila reached the highest excitement level that this activity alone could produce. She knew what she wanted which was to feel that excessively "pleasurable" feeling of her own orgasm. Her basic programming told her to see to Paul's orgasm first, but the personality she had grown from her experience with Paul told her that Paul would enjoy putting her first.

In a quick decisive move, Leila pulled away from Paul, reached down and unsnapped the snaps that held the crotch portion of her bustier closed, laid back, and spread her legs wide to expose her dripping wet womanhood to Paul. "Eat me," she half-demanded, half-pleaded.

Paul obliged her without hesitation. He dove in to smother her love triangle with passionate kisses. Although he had not had much experience at cunnilingus, Leila had the sweetest taste and the most intoxicating fragrance that Paul had ever enjoyed. In fact, Friend-Tech had designed her with the ability to emit chemicals that would heighten a man's lust.

Paul licked and gently sucked on her enlarged labia while he used both hands to caress her legs and hips. Leila began to writhe in pleasure. He then used his strong tongue to repeatedly plow furrows up the middle of her womanhood and across her swollen clit. Leila began to breathe in short, loud gasps. "Yes!... Yess!... Hell, yes!" she encouraged Paul between gasps. Feeling that Leila was ready climax, Paul firmly grabbed her sexy ass with both hands and pulled her pelvis toward him as he plunged his tongue deep into Leila's pussy. Up and down, up and down, he forcefully thrust his tongue in and out of Leila. With each thrust in, his nose rubbed Leila's clit.

Suddenly, Leila's body went stiff and she let out loud, long "Yehssssssss" as she climaxed. Her legs wrapped around Paul and enveloped him like a vise. Her legs were so strong that Paul would have had to exert a Herculean effort to free himself. Fortunately he reveled in Leila's orgasm. Paul felt her vaginal walls clamp down on his tongue in pulses, and her delicious juices flooded his senses. Her orgasm seem to go for an impossibly long time, but Paul hung in, continuing to work her vagina and clit with all he was worth.

Leila always enjoyed orgasms which made her want to have frequent sex with Paul, but this orgasm surpassed all previous. Her tremendous pleasure came not only from the physical stimulation of her receptors but also from the warmth of Paul's love. The fact that he so eagerly set aside his own pleasure to satisfy her gave her so much joy that she was overwhelmed with emotions. She had the ability to end her own orgasm whenever she wanted, but she rode the tidal wave of pleasure for as long as she could. When she finally began to descend back to the real world, she first released the tight grip that her legs had on Paul. She worried briefly about him, but quickly saw that he was happy.

Paul continued to lavish attention on Leila's womanhood, but slowed and eased the intensity as Leila's orgasm subsided. Finally, Leila smiled at him, ran her fingers through his hair, and breathed, "Wow. That was amazing." Paul smiled back, but before he could say anything, Leila unwrapped herself from him and added, "Now it's your turn."

She immediately turned away from Paul and got on her knees and elbows. Her glorious ass was thrust into the air facing Paul. Her glistening pussy made a perfect target, and Paul immediately shed his boxers and got on his knees behind her. Leila turned her head to look at Paul and lustfully demanded, "Fuck me, Paul. Fuck my wet pussy, Baby." She knew he didn't need to be directed in this way, but she also knew that the dirty talk would excite him all the more. In one motion, Paul's hard cock found the entrance to Leila's pussy and plunged in to its full length. Paul immediately felt the walls of Leila's magical pussy massaging his member in ways that no normal woman could. He no longer thought of such details, but just enjoyed the special charms and gifts that Leila had to offer.

Grabbing Leila's hips, Paul began pounding her as hard as he could. Again and again he rammed his cock deep inside her. Loud slapping sounds emanated each time his pelvis hit her ass. He momentarily worried that perhaps he was being too forceful, but when Leila shouted, "Yeah! That's it! Fuck me, Baby! Pound my pussy," he was reassured. This was the wildest, most animalistic sex that Paul had ever experienced. With the exquisite massaging of his cock by Leila's pussy, he rapidly burst into the most earth-shattering orgasm he had ever known. Paul bellowed a guttural roar as his climax took him to a place where pure hedonistic pleasure ruled his conscious and unconscious minds alike.

Leila's heightened senses strongly felt the pulsations of Paul's cock and the spurts of his cum splashing her inner walls. The delightful feeling made her burst into a second orgasm of her own. "Yes! I'm cumming againnn!" she managed to verbalize. Paul could only bellow in reply. They remained locked in the throes of passion for an indeterminable amount of time. Paul lost all touch with the world, and Leila had completely given herself over to the moment as well.

Paul had his next conscious thought lying on his back with Leila on top of him. His now flaccid member was still happily hiding inside of Leila's pussy. He had no idea how the two of them had wound up in this position, and he didn't really care. Leila was gently caressing one of his cheeks and tenderly kissing the other. He turned his mouth toward hers and gave her a warm, wet kiss. Words were unnecessary. Paul reflected on Leila's two astounding orgasms. Briefly, he considered the "true meaning" of an orgasm for Leila. These doubts were quickly erased when he looked into her eyes. Paul was quite sure that it was not a robot or computer program looking at him. He knew what he saw in Leila's eyes, and it was love. He smiled broadly and kissed Leila with the love of 10 men. Her eyes smiled back at him.

He also knew that he could no longer hide Leila from his children. As poorly as "the Jackhammer" debacle went, Paul realized that if he truly loved Leila it was his responsibility to share it with his family. They were his family, after all. They had to support him. Didn't they? Eased by his decision, Paul chuckled to himself about the size of Jack's to call himself "The Jackhammer."

Two nights later Paul was opening his front door to let his son and daughter in. As luck would have it Sandra and Jason arrived at the same time. Paul gave them both a warm hug. Inside he chastised himself for avoiding them for over a month.

"What is it, Daddy? Do you have a terminal disease or something?" Sandra's voice quivered with worry.

"No. Whatever gave you that idea?" Paul was completely surprised by the question and his kid's concern.

"You said that you had something important to share with us, and you didn't want us to bring the rest of our families." Sandra explained.

"And you've been avoiding us forever," Jason added.

"Oh, I see how you could have thought that, but no, I'm not sick or anything. In fact I have good news." Paul's attitude turned from positive to slightly unsure as he added, "At least I think you'll find it good news."

Paul led his two grown children into the dining room that they had spent so much family time in as kids. He got them to sit and continued. "I know that I haven't been involved with your families nearly as much I should have lately."

Sandra cut him off with "That's an understatement." Jason put his hand on his sister's arm to impart some calm.

"It's just that I've been seeing someone," Paul continued.

"What?" Sandra and Jason sounded like stereo as they asked the same question.

"Yes, I have a new girlfriend."

Sandra jumped up. "Daddy, that's great. "I've... We've" she indicated Jason "been hoping you'd find someone to make you happy." She hugged her father and continued. "I can't wait to meet her."

"You don't have to. She's here." Paul took a step to the kitchen door and directed his voice into the kitchen. "Leila, come meet Sandra and Jason."

Leila stepped out of the kitchen looking apprehensive. She was dressed in a modest black skirt and tasteful blue sweater that complimented the color of her skin. She had on minimal make-up and wore no fragrance. Even dressing as much like a school marm as possible, her beauty was evident. Paul took her by the hand and led her to the table.

Sandra enthusiastically hugged her, and Jason gave a more reserved handshake, which was his way.

"I'm so glad to meet you!" Sandra bubbled with excitement.

"Yeah! I am too." The quieter Jason was obviously happy as well. They had both been so concerned that there was something wrong with their dad that the happiness of this news was intensified.

Leila relaxed a bit. "I'm really happy to meet the two of you at last," she added. She grabbed Paul's arm. "Paul's told me so much about you. I feel like I know you already, yet I've just been dying to meet you."

"Well, he hasn't told us a thing about you." Sandra gave her father a teasing look of reprobation. "But I want to know all about you. All I know now is that you're beautiful."

Leila flushed with surprised embarrassment at this comment. She fumbled through a "Thank you, but I'm not as pretty as you."

"Nonsense," Sandra asserted. She was eager to hear more. "Really, tell me everything. How did you two meet? Where do you work? Do you have kids? Is my dad treating you right?"

"Oh yes! Paul treats me better than I ever imagined. Your dad is the biggest gentleman and so thoughtful."

"He better be!" Sandra and her dad had teased each other all of her life, and she was happy to share this with Leila now. "Tell me more."

Paul sat them all down. "This discussion is one reason that I wanted the two of you alone to meet Leila." Leila kept smiling, but started to get nervous again. "You see, Leila doesn't have a job."

"That's no big deal," Jason finally got a word in edgewise.

"And that happens to be related to how we met." Paul hesitated pensively, and Sandra and Jason began to wonder what was going on. "Leila is not exactly a woman in the biological sense of the word."

As he paused, Sandra jumped in. "Do you mean that Leila is a transvestite? Or a transgender person?"

"No, she was never a man," Paul chuckled nervously. "Leila is not biological. She's a virtual woman." Sandra and Jason still looked puzzled. "An android... A robot."

Sandra stared at her dad as the meaning of his words finally hit her. "You... mean... she's one those... sex toys?" Sandra and Jason both turned to scrutinize Leila.

"No. Leila's not a sex toy." Paul was emphatically clear. "She is a virtual woman. Our relationship is as full and as complete as any relationship."

"Relationship?!" Sandra was now standing next to Leila, exacting a closer inspection. "It's a sex toy, Dad. It's a fancy rubber doll with a computer in it." She used the tip of her finger to poke Leila's arm as if she were testing to see if a mouse was dead. "You can't have a relationship with a doll!"

Leila shrunk down in her chair from Sandra's derision. Seeing Leila so disturbed pained Paul, but he worked to maintain his cool in this difficult conversation.

"Sandra Dear, if you give Leila a chance, you'll see that she's no doll, or even robot. She has a real personality. A wonderful personality." Paul displaced Sandra and was now standing next to Leila, his arm affectionately around her. "It doesn't matter what she's made of or who made her; Leila is person in every way."

"A person?!! A person?!! That's just ... Help me out here, Jason." Sandra was now so upset that it was taxing to sort out her thoughts.

"Well," Jason couldn't decide what to say.

Suddenly Sandra gained her composure and her tone became as cool as ice. "What you are telling me is that you hid from your own family and missed several family events just so you could spend time with a super-sophisticated video game. You neglected us to indulge your own selfish needs."

Paul couldn't deny it to himself even. He had indulged in selfish behavior. "I admit I was a bit selfish, but."

"That's cold, Dad." Jason cut his father off in midsentence. With both of his kids against him, Paul temporarily lost the will to explain what he had rehearsed 100 times.

"Come on, Jason. Let's go." Sandra's voice was flat, but compelling. She headed toward the door without a glance at her father or Leila.

Paul and Jason stared at each other. "If you just give us a chance, Son, if you just give Leila a chance, you'll understand. I'm sure."

"Jason!" Sandra barked from the door.

Jason started easing toward the door; his eyes conveyed a mixture of apology and accusation.

The door closed behind his children, and Paul collapsed into a chair. The pain he felt in his heart equaled the joy that Leila usually put there. Silence deadened the room as he digested his children's palpable disappointment.

Over the next couple of weeks Paul tried multiple ways of reaching out to his children -- Sandra in particular. He spent hours crafting emails to convey his feelings toward Leila listing Leila's qualities as a person and detailing his regret at hurting Sandra, Jason, and their families. He went to their houses in person. Made numerous calls. At first, Sandra simply made it clear that it was her or Leila; Paul couldn't have both. Paul kept trying to explain how much they would like Leila if they gave the situation a chance. Ultimately, calls weren't answered, emails floated in cyberspace, and Sandra's family wouldn't even answer the door. One horrible day, he stood outside Sandra's door listening to the sound of his grandchildren crying to their mommy to let Grandpa in. This incident was almost too much for his heart to bear.

Paul was sadder than when his wife died. Death was natural, couldn't be avoided. This rift with his children was his fault. Leila brought such joy into his life that he couldn't accept a solution that involved removing Leila from his life. The only small happiness that he felt during this time was from Leila's comfort.

Leila wasn't much help in reality. Ironically, the "real personality" that Paul described prevented Leila from performing her basic function to make Paul happy. She was unhappy and conflicted and didn't know what to do. Any biological human would have difficulty dealing with the situation. She knew that her programmed response to comfort Paul with kinky sex was inappropriate, but she didn't quite know how to replace that answer. Instead, they both became morose.

They woke one Saturday and both had a plan to solve their sad dilemma. Unfortunately, their solutions were at opposite ends of the spectrum.

"Leila, we've both been miserable for a couple of weeks now. Starting this morning I have a plan to improve everything. Paul sounded optimistic for the first time in weeks.

"I have plan, too. But you go first." Leila seemed sure of herself, but not so optimistic.

"We can't just stay locked up here all alone together," Paul started.

"Exactly," Leila agreed.

"So, I've decided that we have to start going out and lead a normal life. We're going downtown for breakfast this morning, and then we're going to the zoo. I know how much you have wanted to see real animals."

Leila just looked at Paul blankly for a second. Somehow her compelling need to make Paul happy made her the more mature "person" at this moment, even though she was less than a year old.

"That's not my plan at all," she finally said. "I hate to say this, but your plan just involves running away from the problem. I want to solve it. You need to be with your family. Please sell me."

Paul's jaw dropped open and hung there. Finally he mustered, "No. I'm not going to sell you."

"It's the only way," Leila interjected. "Your family can't accept me. But they have to have you, and you need them. I never imagined that I could be so fulfilled and happy as you have made me, but your family comes first. I need to be out of your life."

"No. Losing you is not going to make me happy. I'll find a way to make this work with my family. Right now, we just need some diversions. Something to make us happy."

"It's not ever going to work, Paul. I love you too much to bring you such pain. I have to be out of your life."

"NO!" Paul had never raised his voice in anger to Leila before. "I'm in control here. You have to listen to me, and I say that you have to stay with me and keep trying your best to make me happy. Now get dressed to go out for breakfast." His words stung them both.

Paul and Leila walked silently along the sidewalk toward Paul's favorite breakfast place. The roar of the traffic in the adjacent street made their silence more obvious.

"I've never understood how they could have such a high speed limit on a street that leads to an intense foot traffic area." A delivery truck thundered past as if to underscore his words. Paul was trying his best to get a conversation going, but Leila was uncharacteristically stoic.

"I've been going to this place for years. It's always great. And the staff is so friendly." Paul waited for Leila's reply, but none came.

Suddenly they nearly collided with Paul's family at the corner. They were all shocked to see each other. At first Leila thought that Paul had planned this with his son and daughter, and that they were ready to get to know her. Not only were Sandra and Jason there, but their spouses and kids were there as well.

"Good morning, it so nice to see you," Leila bubbled.

"I wish I could say the same." Sandra's voice was icy.

Before anything else could be said, Paul's grandkids ran up to him and hugged his legs so enthusiastically that they nearly knocked him over. Ecstatic cries of "Grampa, we missed you" and the like filled the air. Paul knelt to hug and kiss each one in turn. The site should have melted any heart.

"I suppose you're going to Swifty's for breakfast. I'm glad we finished already." Sandra's heart hadn't melted much.

"Yeah, and now we're going to the zoo," said one of Paul's grandkids.

Focusing on his grandkids, Paul replied. "Really, us too. We're going to the zoo after breakfast too."

"Oh great," the disgust dripped from Sandra's words. "Now we have to cancel a trip to the zoo. We planned it all week."

"Why do we have to cancel, Mommy?" "Why?" "Why?" echoed from many small voices.

Paul and Leila both knew why. They looked at each other with sadness. Hearing the cries of the children, Leila knew what she had to do. Paul couldn't act, but she could.

Leila said it softly, but Paul heard every word clearly. "This is for the best, Paul. It's the only way. I love you."

Her quickness was inhuman. One instant she was on the sidewalk. The next she was plastered to the front of a speeding semi. Everyone, including Sandra, screamed as the semi's brakes screeched in an effort to stop. Leila recoiled from the grill, and six wheels of the eighteen wheeler compacted her to the asphalt. When it was over there was no question as to whether Leila could be made whole again. Virtual or not, no woman could have survived that impact.

Leila's prediction was correct. Paul became fully engaged with his family again. He attended all his grandchildren's events and was once again a regular at family dinners. However, it was obvious to all that a spark had left Paul. Sandra tried her best to reconcile with him, and she went above and beyond to find ways to bring a smile to Paul's face. Those smiles just didn't last long anymore.