Reunion

Addie overcome with pleasure managed to signal Lyenne. Lyenne stood up, leaned her hands against the wall, and squatted shoving her wet coital lips into Addie’s mouth.

The tree women continued their muggy pleasure train. Amidst the oral stimulus Anne had managed to pull Addie’s bandage dress down to her navel; with it out of the way she selfishly dug into the Scandanavian’s modest but creamy mammary. Addie clutched both cheeks of Lyenne’s robust buttocks while maintaining her oral attack.

Addie neared orgasm first, and both Anne and Lyenne could sense it. She squirmed and spasmed as lubricant coursed through her tight pink vagina. Soon her squirming evolved to thriving and the Scandanavian convulsed on the floor. She removed her lips from Lyenne’s dripping plastic sex and spoke out in a tinny voice, “I don’t feel well. Excuse me.”

She strained to get up, but the others were insistent on continuing. Lyenne grinded her moist folds against Addie’s mouth while Anne continued her oral onslaught.

Addie’s thriving grew into a constant whole body vibration that shook the floor. This violent quivering soon triggered Lyenne’s orgasm sequence, and she steadily pushed Addie’s head harder into her sex.

As the tremors grew Addie again attempted to get up but here movements were thwarted by Anne and Lyenne. With a mouthful of Lyenne’s nether region her metallic voice returned slightly muffled, “I don’t don’t don’t don’t feel well. Exc Exc Exc Excuse me me me me...”

Her milky white body rattled violently as she orgasmed, a deluge of fluid showering Anne. Her accent tinged voice rang impossibly high, “Heat sync sync sync compromised. Internal comp comp components operating past past past capacity. Reboot boot boot boot boot sequence unresponsive. Emergency electrical annulment pulse commencing immediately.”

Anne reeled back in time, but Lyenne revelling in her digital bliss wasn’t as fortunate. Hundreds of volts coursed through Addie’s chassis killing every operation; almost instantaneously the electrical pulse arched into Lyenne’s feverish sex.

The pulse ripped through Lyenne’s masterfully designed circuitry and exited through her left shoulder. Frayed wires suck out of the wound sparking, and newly visible servos and motors audibly whined. Stiffly, she fell backwards against the wall and slid into a sitting position.

Her body locked frozen. Her flawless irises rotated at different cadences from one another. Light smoke wisped upwards from both her exposed inner mechanics and from her agape lips.

She was compromised. Her systems failed one after another; a cascade of processing errors and technical hiccups destroying the beautiful blonde.

Her irises finally ended their spinning on focused on Anne who’s focus was on the stall door. A devious grin erupted on her lubricant coated lips.

“Well Carson...looks like your Scandavian plaything is indeed a “play-thing”. Sorry about that.” Anne’s eyes narrowed, she paused ad nauseam, “Oh, and Dane...I really enjoyed Lyenne...you must have enjoyed her as well...I mean she looks real, she sounds real, fucking bitch feels real lemme tell you...but acting real...ehhhh she ran into some trouble there.”

Dane, Carson, and Ben’s eyes were all fixed on Lyenne’s smoldering figure before them. Her head turned to face them, inner machinery whining with each additional angle of revolution.

Lyenne’s eyes locked with Dane. He slowly walked to her; tears quietly streaming down his face. He wasn’t concerned about her reveal, instead only heartbroken that this dream was coming to an end.

He got to one knee and wrapped his arms around Lyenne’s slender neck. His fingers fumbled for the mole behind her ear. The tips of his fingers found the recessed switch and methodically circled it.

Tears now dripped onto the ground beneath his head; he slowly began to indent the switch. Lyenne’s head turned; her lips just inches from his ear.

Dane was deaf to the sound of her struggling servos, for all he heard as he pressed the switch was Lyenne’s melodic voice, “Dane, I’m sorry.”