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 Part 7: Brisket The Matchmaker by Sol Oliver

   Little had happened in the Latrell household in a long time.

   After the sexual interplay that marked Donna's return from her business
trip, life had returned to a strange sort of tranquility for she and her
husband George.  It almost felt like the days before the powerhouse android
Brisket had pushed into their lives, as the cock-slinging robot was rarely
seen around the house.  Ever since the young engineering prodigy Sanjay
Wilson had activated the new android in the cellar laboratory, he and
Brisket had kept a quiet vigil for over a week as they waited for it to
gain "consciousness".

   For George and Donna, it was a time for them to rediscover each other.
George no longer cared if his consulting business suffered from his absence
-- he had enough capable subordinates who could keep things on an even
keel, at least for awhile.  Most of it could be handled over data lines
from within the home fortress, anyway.  The same went for Donna, who was
rarely needed in person for her nonprofit obligations.  After the
physically and emotionally sapping first day of his wife's return, they
spent most of the next day sitting quietly together and apart, each one
taking great pains not to talk about how the well-hung android had
subjugated George while Donna had been away.  In fact, Donna was a bit
concerned that her man would no longer respond to her, and George feared
that his wife no longer viewed him as a man at all.

   But by their third night alone in bed together, their deep and binding
attraction to each other won out over their doubts.  A light touch became a
caress became a grope, and before long they were creating joyous friction.
And while their bodies felt familiar to each other, there was a newness to
their actions.  George let Donna call the shots much of the time, and even
though they made love in conventional fashions, there was greater
excitement -- Donna aware of her power to control, and George secure in his
ability to submit.  Donna finished them both off from on top, instructing
George to come just as her own pleasure peaked.

   "Now," she moaned as she rocked herself against his shaft, and George
let out a cry of relief as he released his seed.  It took great effort to
keep from coming early -- Donna rode him for quite awhile -- but he found
that his own pleasure was heightened by the experience.  Donna, too, was
pleased, and felt warm comfortable pleasure throughout her body.  At that
moment, the seeds of her newly budding sexuality popped an idea into her
mind, and she gave George another instruction.

   "Roll onto your stomach," she said.  Though their lovemaking was
complete, she felt a continuing urge to rule her man's body.  George did as
instructed, and soon felt Donna's warm body press down on top of his.  Her
arms reached under his shoulders to hold him tight, and he felt his ass
being pressed down by the lithe woman.  Her hips rolled slowly and gently
down and back, and he could feel their combined fluids ooze down his crack.
Donna imagined that she had just been fucking him, her clit as a penis, and
that she had just pulled out.  George imagined the same thing as Donna's
pussy dabbed condescendingly at his ass.  "I fucked you good," said Donna
as she pressed and held.

   "Thank you," said George, feeling closer to his wife than he'd ever
imagined.

   "Isn't that sweet," said Brisket to herself as she watched the couple on
the monitor fall asleep.  Her core instinct was to rush upstairs and let
them both know who was *really* in charge, but she had more pressing
issues. While Sanjay slept, the android needed to keep an eye on the new
creature, which hadn't budged since being activated.  Its breasts rose and
fell, and Brisket had to fight the urge to plant her cock between them and
stroke until satisfaction.  No, no, no.  She wasn't about to do anything
that might risk the development of the body that would soon harbor her own
existence.

   But watching her Donna fuck George had awakened her considerable libido,
which she'd been suppressing for days.  Sanjay hadn't showed any interest
in that time, devoting himself to watching the new 'droid's vital signs and
crafting the new device that Brisket had asked him to make.  She looked to
the cot where the engineer lay sleeping in his shorts, and her mind did
calculus on how much she really needed him.  His jackknifed ass faced her,
and part of her mind told her it was the perfect place to park her pork. 
She could have it all the way in before he was even aware of it, and by
then it would be too late.  But, no.  Even if she didn't need him to get
the new android working, she'd need him to transfer her mind to the new
body.  She couldn't afford to piss him off.  Yet.

   Brisket walked to the cot and stood over him.  Her cock was fully
engorged, and her balls hung especially low with excess inventory.  She'd
certainly taken a fair amount of Sanjay's cum into her own ass; why
shouldn't he take some back?  She began to stroke her meat as she watched
the man sleep.  It was not very satisfying.  Sanjay rolled onto his
stomach, muttering...

   "...mmm, yeah....sooo tight..."

   Bastard!  Brisket knew he was dreaming about fucking her.  Hmmm...one of
his hands is open, palm up, and dangling off the side of the bed.  Maybe I
could....

   "...mm?..." moaned Sanjay dreamily as Brisket's glistening cock touched
down on his palm.  The man didn't flinch, and was still very much
asleep...perhaps open to suggestion?

   "Hold my hand, Sanjay," whispered Brisket sweetly.  To her delight, his
hand closed around her swollen tool.

   "...I love you, Martha..." he slurred.  Martha?  Probably his high
school sweetheart.  No matter.  As long as he serviced her cock, Brisket
didn't care what he called her.  The android gave her meat a test slide. 
Too loose.

   "If you really loved me, you'd squeeze tighter," whispered Brisket.  The
man's hand tightened just enough.  "Gooood."

   Now Brisket began to glide herself back and forth in Sanjay's hand, but
it still wasn't enough.  She slid her cock out of his hand.

   "mmm?...Martha?..." moaned the man, whose hand grasped at air.  Brisket
had another idea.

   "Let's play Twister," said Brisket as she crawled onto the cot, careful
not to place her weight on top of him....



   Sanjay's dreams were taking strange turns.  There he was plugging the
blonde Amazonian android up the ass, when out of nowhere a girl he used to
have a crush on takes him by the hand and pulls him away.

   "Hold my hand, Sanjay," she said.  The young girl's hand was warm --
very warm -- and he remembered how badly he wanted her.

   "I love you, Martha," he said.  The girl's hand settled into his, and
then she asked him to hold it tighter.  He did, but the hand kept slipping
as they walked along.  Then it disappeared.  "Martha?"

   "Let's play Twister," suggested the girl.  Great!  He dreamed the first
few moves; right foot red...left hand green...left foot blue...

   "Oops!" giggled the girl, falling onto his back.  For a moment, he was
aware of how real the dream seemed.  To his surprise, Martha snatched his
shorts down and made another suggestion.  "Give me a piggy back ride."

   "Okay," he said, happy to finally have won the heart of his oldest
crush...



   It looked like it was going to work.  Brisket lay on top of Sanjay now,
thick cock resting atop his ass crack.  With great precision she slid her
cock like a hacksaw, easing it lower between his fleshy cheeks.  Ahhhh the
warmth!  Lowering her body on top of his, she began to slide herself back
and forth.  Still not enough.  Brisket brought her hands down and squeezed
his cheeks together...

   "...hmm...uh...HEY!"

   Busted!  But Brisket couldn't stop now.  She continued to glide between
his cheeks as he struggled beneath her.

   "Sorry Sanjay," she said with very little apology in her voice.  "Hold
still."

   "Get the fuck off of me!" shouted the man as he bucked his ass upwards.
Brisket pressed down on him with her full weight, and her cock head touched
his anus.

   "Listen closely," said Brisket directly into the man's ear.  "I am VERY
frustrated right now, and can control myself ONLY SO MUCH." It was true. 
It took every ounce of discipline not to plunge in.  Sanjay froze.  "You
have two options: lie still and let me finish, or..."

   "I'll lie still," said Sanjay as the girl's meat tube made a stronger
request for entry.  Brisket convinced the penis to retreat and lined it up
once more along his crack.

   "You're a smart man," said Brisket as she squeezed his cheeks together.
"Here I go." It felt to Sanjay like the handle end of a baseball bat was
pushing back and forth along his ass, except that the wood was hot and
pulsing.  "...unh!...unh!...unh!..." grunted Brisket as she concentrated.
She slapped her balls against his ass as she thrust, and squeezed his
cheeks tighter.

   "AH!" shouted Sanjay, who was certain he'd be bruised.  The sirloin bat
jiggered along like an electric carving knife, and despite lubrication it
was beginning to burn.

   "..ah!..oh!...OH!  AH!  AHHHHHH!" shouted Brisket as her goo was
expelled from her fleshy pods.  A hot arc shot along the ridge of Sanjay's
back and pegged him in the back of the head.

   "AW!" he shouted, knowing exactly what the hot gooey liquid was.  Then
the weight left his back, and he saw Brisket walk from the cot.  "What was
that for?!" asked Sanjay as he sat up.  Brisket turned around, a look of
nonchalance on her face.  She struck a feminine pose, one hip out, which
also highlighted the dangle of her organ.  The android cupped a large
breast in each hand and smiled.

   "A girl has needs," she said, letting her tits fall and reaching down to
squeeze a final volley of spooge from her meat.

   "Ewww!" said Sanjay as a warm gob hit his cheek.

   "Go back to sleep," said Brisket as she sat back down at the control
desk.  For his sake, the android thought, the new body had better start
functioning soon.



   The next few days were uneventful, although George and Donna enjoyed
more frequent copulation.  They didn't see Brisket or Sanjay more than
twice, which was fine by them, and if they were aware that the android had
been watching their lovemaking, they didn't care.  Of course, Brisket did
watch them, and with increasing frustration.  How DARE they enjoy
themselves so much?  Although she'd encouraged Donna to take control with
George, it was another thing to *watch* it.  And Donna was being far too
easy on George.  Except for occasionally pinning him down, Donna did little
to demean him.

   But that was about to change.

   An unintended but welcome consequence of her rude treatment of Sanjay
was that the engineer put even more effort into creating the prosthesis
that Brisket had designed.  And now it was complete, presented to her in a
wooden box.

   "Go ahead," said Sanjay, who had regained his good-natured exuberance in
the process of finishing the project.  "Take it!" Brisket reached for the
polished box with delight.

   "Ohhhh, Sanjay!" she cooed as she opened the latched lid.  Lying on blue
velvet was a molded penis that looked like it could have been taken
directly off a man.  A well-hung man.

   "Pick it up," said Sanjay, delighted to have his genius recognized. 
Brisket put the box down on a table and gingerly lifted the prosthesis up
with two hands.  It had considerable heft, and looked like it would be
close to her own size when erect.  Close, but not quite.

   "So it's ready to go?" asked the android.

   "Yep.  It's activated by a woman's secretions, and will attach itself
automatically."

   "Brilliant," said Brisket, placing it back in the box.  "And
stimulation?"

   "For the woman?"

   "Who else?"

   Sanjay smiled.  It had been clear to him that this device was for Donna
to enjoy.  "The biofeedback matrix should provide an approximate
experience."

   "In English, please."

   "She'll feel it all right," said Sanjay.  "The more excited she gets,
the more stimulation it provides.  Once it detects a high level of
agitation, it will release its ejaculate and detach from her body."

   "Then I think this calls for a special celebration," said Brisket, who
for the first time in nearly a week put on her robe.  "Notify me
immediately if it wakes up," she said as she headed up the stairs, box in
hand.

   "So you're going to throw a party?" asked Sanjay, puzzled.

   "A party?!" said Brisket with a wicked grin.  "No, my dear boy.  There's
going to be a wedding!"



   It had been a lazy day for the Latrells.  Lingering over breakfast, a
bit of gardening, and a lot of cuddling.  They were in the middle of
watching one of their favorite movies when into the living room burst a
joyful Brisket.

   "Get up!" she shouted, setting a wooden box on the coffee table and
shushing them off the couch.

   "Hey!" they yelled, mostly from surprise.  Before either knew what was
going on, they were being ushered upstairs.  The android hurried George
into the guest bedroom, instructing him to "stay here" before closing the
door.  Taking Donna by the arm, Brisket dragged her into the master bedroom
and closed the door behind them.

   "You must be so excited!" bubbled Brisket as she clasped Donna's hands
like a sorority girl.  Donna was completely confused and smiled back at the
normally commanding robot.

   "W-why?"

   "Why?!" repeated Brisket as if it were the most ridiculous question that
could be asked.  "This is your big day!"

   "Huh?"

   Brisket rushed to the closet and reached towards the back.  There was a
rustle of plastic and the android pulled out a large white garment.  It
took a moment for Donna to recognize it as her wedding dress.  She was
still confused, and shrugged at the android.  Had her processors finally
burned out?

   "Your WEDDING day, silly!" said Brisket, throwing the dress at her. 
Donna caught it and felt a knot build in her stomach.  The android fished
another item from the back of the closet.  George's tuxedo.  Now Brisket
was eyeing her up, but Donna couldn't figure out what she might be
thinking. Did the android want to *marry* her?!

   "You two are going to be soooo happy!" said Brisket.  Hmmm.  Maybe not.

   "Who?"

   "You and George, of course!"

   "We're already married."

   Brisket looked at her as if she'd just uttered something in Swahili, and
then continued to assemble clothes: stockings, socks, panties, suspenders,
etc.  "You get dressed, and I'll go make sure the groom isn't getting cold
feet," blurted Brisket as she bounded out the door.  Not certain about what
the android was up to, Donna stripped down and began to put on her wedding
attire.

   Just as George was about to leave the guest room, the door flew open and
in rushed Brisket, tuxedo in hand.  She lay the garment on the bed and
began grabbing at his clothes, and George was certain that he was about to
be forcibly taken.  In seconds she'd stripped him to his underwear, but to
his surprise she stopped there and stood back, beaming with joy.

   "I'm sooo proud of you!" she said, and it was George's turn to be
confused.  "I didn't think you'd ever pop the question!"

   "Huh?"

   "You *do* want to get married, don't you?"

   George's mind raced.  As far as he knew, he'd been married to Donna for
some time.  The blonde android looked at him expectantly with wide eyes,
holding her breath to catch his next words.  Her nipples were hard under
the loose robe.  Was this some cruel game for her to justify loading her
cock into his butt?  He didn't know how to answer, and Brisket gave him a
sly, knowing look, as if *she* were in on a secret of *his*.

   "Well, *I* know what you're thinking, George Latrell," she said, tilting
her head and grabbing the edges of her robe just below her tits.  "There
are lots of girls besides Donna who'd like to take you for their own." She
opened her robe as she said this, revealing her large, firm tits and
low-hanging meat.  The android lowered her head in mock submission, and
George figured out what his answer was supposed to be.

   "Oh!...I can't wait to get married," he said.  Brisket gave him a wicked
look.  Was her cock inflating?  "To Donna!" he added.  Brisket smiled and
closed the robe over her booty.

   "Then hurry up!" chided Brisket, whose countenance suddenly changed as
she lunged forward and grabbed his balls through his underwear.  Her other
hand grabbed him by the hair, and she looked at him viscously.  "Because if
you leave her at the alter, I'll rip your goddamned cock off." She gave his
testicles a slight squeeze, making him wince, and then gave him her best
bubblehead smile as she let him go.  "Be downstairs in five minutes!" she
chirped as she left the room.

   Once in the hall, the android's demeanor melted back to normal.  For a
moment she asked herself "why are you doing this?" George and Donna's love
was clearly stronger than ever, and that was fine.  Just fine.  She'd have
her mind to herself soon, and she could let them have each other.  So she'd
marry them, that's all.  George could have Donna.  Donna could have George.
Brisket is happy for them.  Brisket is lying to herself and she knows it.
But she will marry them, yes.  They may even enjoy a honeymoon.  The
android's processors shoved these thoughts into a dark corner as she
re-entered the master bedroom.  Donna was in the dress and putting on the
veil.  A primal pang struck Brisket, and she wanted to unwrap the
bride-to-be like she were a hotel pillow mint, throw her to the bed, and
consummate the shit out of her.  No.  It wasn't in the script.  Donna had
frozen when Brisket had entered the room, scared by the cold look in her
robot eyes.  The android regained her joyful manner and began to fuss over
the woman.

   "He's nervous all right," said Brisket as she adjusted the pleats and
ruffles.  As she did, her robe opened up enough for Donna to catch a
glimpse of the robot's girl-meat.  It was half-hard.  "But I don't think
he'll back down." The android noticed that Donna was glancing at her cock,
and she quickly closed her robe.

   "Awww, don't worry, honey," said Brisket.  "When the time comes, you'll
have everything he needs to keep him happy." The android leaned forward and
gave the woman a soft kiss on the lips, and quickly followed it up with a
deeper one.  Regaining herself, she stepped back and turned around as the
front of her robe began to rise up.  "Come down when you're ready."

   George was already downstairs in the living room when Donna came down,
and for a moment she forget the freakishness of the situation.  There was
her husband looking much the way he did the day they were married.  He
smiled when he saw her, and as she stepped into the cathedral-ceiling room,
the bridal march began to play from the house's hidden speakers.  Although
they were both still confused, it seemed natural to stand together in front
of the mantle.  The music stopped suddenly, and they stood for a few silent
moments in the otherwise empty room.  From some part of the house they
heard footsteps, and from the central foyer appeared Brisket, wearing her
original Candrex standard-issue black-and-white maid uniform.  The android
approached the couple and stopped in front of them just as a wedding
official would.  She gave them each a patronizing smile and then began the
service.

   "We're here to witness the union of Donna and George," she said towards
them.  The couple glanced at each other, reliving their first wedding day.
Brisket drew a deep breath and continued.  "So by the power vested in me as
Best Maid, I hereby pronounce you wife and man." George and Donna each gave
the android a puzzled look.

   "Is that it?"

   "Oh!" said the android as if she'd forgotten something.  "You can have
the man," she said off-handedly.

   "Oh.  Okay," said Donna.  Both she and George felt a bit let down.  Why
had Brisket gone to all this trouble just to do a two-sentence service?

   "Honeymoon time!" shouted Brisket suddenly, making the man and woman
jump.  Once again the android ushered them upstairs, but this time she put
George in the master bedroom and Donna in the spare.  "Stay here,"
instructed the android before returning to George, who was sitting on the
bed in a daze.  Brisket rushed to him, maid dress flapping, and grasped his
hands in girly fashion just as she'd grabbed Donna's before the "wedding."

   "Are you nervous?" she asked George.

   "Yes," he answered honestly.  Brisket began to pet his hair in a
comforting manner.

   "Awwww, don't worry, hon," she said, undoing his tie.  "I'm sure she'll
be gentle.  Now why don't you get dressed, and I'll send her right in."

   "Ummm...okay," said George, standing up.  Brisket stood up with him and
smacked him hard in the ass.

   "She's a lucky gal," she said.  Now she lifted up her skirt and gazed
down at her bulging panties, and glanced back at George.  The man tried to
concentrate on the blonde's cleavage, but couldn't help notice that the
black panties were beginning to stretch upward and out.  Now the android
sighed and dropped the skirt down.  "Always the Best Maid, never the
bride..." she said wistfully before walking out the door.  Not knowing what
else to do, George got undressed.

   "Knock, knock!" said a sweet voice from the other side of the guest
bedroom door.  Donna opened the door for Brisket, who came in holding a
wooden box.  "I bet you can't wait," she said with a leer.  Donna decided
to play along.

   "Yeah...it's gonna be great," she said with forced enthusiasm.  Brisket
set the box down on the dresser and slapped the woman on the back jovially.


   "Okay, I have a joke for you before you go do your thing," said the
android, putting an arm around Donna's shoulders.  The delicate cloth
crinkled.  "How does a real woman tell when her mate is having an orgasm?"

   Donna had heard this one before, and was puzzled as to why Brisket would
tell it now.  The arm behind her back reached for something, and at the
same time she felt her dress hiked up.  Shit!  Was Brisket going to fuck
her?  Now Brisket stood behind her, reaching around and under her dress
with both hands.  The android pulled her panty away from her belly with one
hand and dropped something warm and almost fluid into it at the same time.
As Brisket released the undergarment with a *snap*, the thing she dropped
in began wriggling downward like a burrowing ferret, and before Donna could
reach down to grab it out, Brisket had taken hold of her arms.  A robotic
tongue licked the length of her neck, and the android hissed the joke's
punchline into her ear.

   "A real woman doesn't care," she said, and started to laugh.  Donna was
in a near panic as the thing in her panties furrowed into her twat, and she
braced herself for violence.  But instead of a thrust, it felt like her
cavity was being oozed full with warm flowing Playdough.  She relaxed, and
as she did Brisket loosened her grip on her arms.

   "OH!...Ooh!.." yelped Donna as a series of sensations sparked in her
crotch.  Sometimes it was a pinch; other times an itch.  Finally the
feelings ebbed, except for the feeling that something was settling into her
cunt like a kitten into a warm lap.  At last all motion ceased, and the
woman stood frozen.  The android released her arms, walked around to stand
in front of her, and lifted up the frilly white dress.  She gasped and put
one hand over her mouth in awe.

   "Ohhhhhh, it's beautiful!" she cried as she stared under Donna's dress.
"Come to the mirror!" Brisket grabbed the woman by the hand, letting the
dress drop, and dragged her in front of a full-length looking glass.  "Go
on, now.  Look!"

   Donna looked at her reflection, which seemed normal to her.  Brisket
stood at her hip and grabbed the dress half-way down in order to hike it
up. Slowly she lifted the taffeta garment, more and more of her white
stocking showing...now the white garter...nearly to the panty...

   "AHHHHH!" Yelled Donna in horror.  There was her beautiful face framed
by the white veil.  Below it her bosom was on display modestly, pushed up
just so and trimmed in lace.  With her dress hiked up, the line of her
belly was smooth -- until you reached her lacy white panty.  "It's...it's
bulging!" she cried.  The elastic garment did little to conceal the shape
of the flesh that was now joined to her body, but she could scarcely
believe what she was seeing.

   "Is your underwear too confining, dear?" asked Brisket, pulling the
panty down.  Donna watched in the mirror as a meaty penis flopped down from
her own crotch.  It appeared to join seamlessly with her body.  A pair of
testicles hung below the organ.  Fear began to give way to curiosity,
although she was still too scared to move.

   "Is it...is it permanent?" she asked, still not feeling like the hung
woman in the mirror was her.

   "Try to take it off," said Brisket.  Donna reached down and gingerly
touched the dangling outgrowth.

   "Oh!" she said as her warm hand made contact with the artificial organ.
A pleasant shock struck her in the crotch, but she couldn't figure out
exactly where the pleasure came from.  She closed her hand around the
intruder and the sensations returned, this time a more steady pressure. 
The feeling was like listening to music in stereo: although the speakers
were on the left and right, it sounded like they were coming from the
center.  So too did Donna's sensations seem to emit from her new penis. 
And something was happening.  In her hand she could feel the organ
swelling. In the mirror she saw it inflating.  In her crotch she felt a
need to bury it somewhere warm.  Donna looked at the android, confused.

   "Yessss," whispered Brisket, reaching down and closing her hand around
Donna's.  The woman closed her eyes as a stimulating wave pushed at her
senses.  "Now go consummate your marriage."

   "But--"

   "Go!" said Brisket sharply, releasing Donna's hand and letting the dress
fall.  The android grabbed her by the waist and pushed her out the door and
down the hall.  As the master bedroom door approached, Donna's mind raced
as it tried to understand the new sensations being fed to her pleasure
centers.  She stopped in front of the door, the android still behind her.

   "What am I supposed to do?" she asked.

   "Do what comes naturally," answered the android, opening the door and
pushing the woman through.

   George had heard Donna's frightened scream but had felt powerless to
investigate, so he was relieved when his wife came tumbling through the
door.  Her eyes were wide and her face flushed red, but she was still
beautiful in her wedding gown.  Her eyes avoided contact with his.

   "Are you okay?" asked George, rising naked from the bed and rushing to
her.  He took hold of her hands and *boinnng!*...a new level of urgency
struck the woman.

   "I'm fine," she said, although her penis seemed to be pulling her entire
body towards George.  "Kiss me."

   The man kissed her deeply, and her own pleasure mounted.  She was
getting used to the sensations, and was regaining her confidence.  Donna
looked down and noticed that George was getting hard, and he noticed she
was looking.

   "Well, it is a honeymoon," he said, displaying his cock in his hand.  "I
promise to be gentle," he said, moving in for an embrace.  But Donna
stopped him with one hand.  This honeymoon was going to be a little
different.

   "So do I," she said, reaching back to undo the dress.  George watched as
the dress top went loose, and Donna pushed it down.  Her tits looked
inviting as ever, harnessed in a lacy white bra.  Donna gave him a wicked
look as she pushed the dress down to reveal the top of her lacy white
garter belt.  "Why don't you give me a hand?"

   Brisket had been watching the whole scene from the door, and now it was
payoff time.  Donna's back was to her, but she had a clear view of George
as he eagerly moved forward.  He kissed the veiled woman again, putting his
arms around her and moving his hands down to her ass.  Donna returned the
kiss and grabbed George's bare ass cheeks.

   "OH!" yelped George as a fingertip breached his anus.  "Aren't you
naughty?" George began to dig a finger to give his wife the same treatment,
but she stopped him.

   "Ah-ah-ah!" she scolded, steering him by the shoulders and sitting him
on the bed.  "Tonight, you will honor and obey." Brisket watched George's
eyes go wide as the woman pushed her dress down to the floor.

   "--what--how?--it's a--"

   Donna reveled in the man's reaction and felt powerful as she stood
before him in her garter, bra, stockings and veil.  Her new prick, smooth
and throbbing, pointed straight out at George's face, which was still
twisting in confusion.

   "It's your wife's penis," said Donna, stepping out of the dress.  "Now
suck."

   George felt his wife's hands take a firm but not harsh hold of his head.
He didn't know how it happened, but the groaning rod was definitely there.
He looked up at Donna and saw a bit of drool at the edge of her pert lips,
which smiled lustfully.  She moved his head forward until his lips grazed
her cock head.  She shuddered.

   "Come on, baby," she said, stroking his hair.  "Do it for me."

   He'd been through this before with the android, and it was clear that
Donna would enjoy it, so George closed his eyes, prepared his lips, and
moved his head forward.  Donna's penis head was hot and firm, and he let it
slide just inside his mouth.

   "Ahhh!" moaned Donna, senses awash as she felt the warm wetness of her
man's mouth.  "Moooore," she moaned, taking hold of his head again.  George
worked his tongue over his wife's knob, took a bit more into his mouth, and
polished her turgid meat.  "Woooo!" cried Donna as the prosthetic dick shot
pleasure through her.  George was turned on by how excited his wife was,
and slid his lips down her shaft as far as he could without gagging. 
"Yesssss..." she hissed, and George began to bob his head as if his mouth
were a pussy.

   Donna felt her excitement build as she watched her husband's head slide
up and back along her slickening pole.  She took her hands off of his head
in order to unclasp her bra, setting her tits free.  As she watched George
suck her off, Donna massaged her own tits.  An even more insistent feeling
began to well up in her crotch.  Was she going to cum?  She wasn't ready
yet.  Donna pushed George's head off of her cock.  His lips left her girl
meat with a*smack!*

   Donna was ready to take him.  But how?  Just like she'd pretended
before. But now it was more than imaginary.  George looked up at her
expectantly.  Clearly he knew what was next.

   "You little slut," said Donna.  "You'll suck any cock that's put in
front of you." Now Donna turned her back on him, hands on hips.  George was
treated to a grand view of her luscious ass, complete with dangling
testicles on the other side.

   "That's not true!" he protested in the spirit of the game.  He rushed
forward on his knees and buried his head in her ass.  Donna was taken by
surprise as a tongue charged for her hole.

   "Slut!" she shouted, turning around and pushing him to the floor.  When
George looked up at her, she grabbed her cock and waved it at him.  "You
just want my dick." George was beside himself as he looked at his wife,
tits free and penis erect.  "Roll over," said Donna.  The man was quickly
on his stomach, face to rug.

   Now it was George's turn to be surprised by a tongue to his ass.  Donna
had parted his ass cheeks with her hands and was roughly irrigating the
area around his hole.

   "Mmmm..." he moaned as his prostate tingled in anticipation.  Donna
thrilled at his reaction, and could scarcely believe that she was now
equipped to enter the hole that puckered before her.  Running quickly to
the nightstand, she grabbed a tube of lubricant, rushed back to the prone
man, and squeezed the contents along his crack.  Reaching under him, Donna
pulled him up from the floor so that his ass was in the air.

   As in their recent lovemaking, George felt Donna's warm body on top of
his.  Her breast grazed along his back, and her legs were warm on the back
of his thighs.  The garter belt slid along his ass as she moved on top of
him, and her white veil fell in front of his face.  But unlike the times
when Donna had mashed her clit against him, there was now a very real and
substantial bulb of flesh resting against his sphincter.  Donna held him
under the shoulders as she adjusted her angle against his hole.  He was at
her command under him, and with her new flesh she could have him
completely.

   "You may have been born with a penis," she whispered into his ear as she
prepared to push, "but I'm the man now." Forward she rocked her hips, and
the fleshy gate slowly gave way to her pulsating shaft.  The further she
pushed, the wider the feeling grew, and the more the man's will bent to
her. George was overcome as he felt his wife's rigid love ease inward,
slurping as it went.

   "Ohhhh..." he moaned, relaxing to minimize the pain.  Donna felt the
body under her tense and relax.  Soon her penis was most of the way inside
him, and it seemed as if her body began moving by its own will, her mind a
mere spectator.  Brisket watched as the blushing bride grabbed her groom by
the hips and drew her cock outward...

   *schluuuur*

   ...and dove it back in...

   *sclisssssssssss*

   The man below her gripped his forearms with his hands, face still to the
floor, ass in the air.  Out and in the bride sent her maiden package with
increasing confidence and speed, and it was clear to the android that the
petite woman really felt it.

   "Ohhh, god!" she moaned as she quickened her strokes.  Now she was
ramming the man with greater force as her senses insisted on more friction.
"Ungh!  Ungh!  Take my cock!  UNGH!  UNGH!" Donna leaned down and grabbed
the man around the chest as she furiously humped his ass, tits pressed hard
to his back.  George felt like his whole self was being sent higher and
higher into the air on a warm, bouncing cloud.  He grabbed his own penis
with one hand in preparation for his woman's ensuing climax.

   "Oh god!  Oh god!" yelped Donna as lights and colors flooded her mind.
Her balls slapped furiously against George's ass and the world exploded. 
"AHHHHHHYESSSSS!"

   "OHHHHH!" cried George, squeezing his cock to let his own seed free. 
Brisket watched them both tense, the woman still hugging tight the man
below her like a horny dog who's just had its day.  They both gasped for
breath.

   "Take it...*gasp*...out?...*gasp*..." sputtered George, who could feel
the balloon inside him deflating.

   "...oh...*gasp*...right..." managed Donna, who looked down to watch her
thick groin finger exit his hole.

   *schluuurp!*

   Donna fell back, landing on her ass in a sitting position, and lightly
held the sloppy penis.  It didn't produce much sensation now, but it had
certainly done its job.  George's ass was still in the air, and she could
see that it oozed with her fluid.  A shadow fell over the floor in front of
her.

   "Now wasn't that fun?"

   "Brisket!"

   The android stood in front of the woman wearing a wicked grin.  She
still wore the maid's outfit, and from her vantage point Donna could see
that she was fully erect.  Brisket crouched down and grabbed Donna's spent
cock.

   "You won't be needing this," she said as she gave the prosthesis a yank.


   "Ah!" yelped Donna in surprise more than pain.  Like a suction cup the
penis detached from her, and she instinctively brought a hand down to the
spot.  Everything felt normal again.  The android placed the slimy tool
inside the wooden box, stood up, and put it down on the dresser.  George
was now sitting up against the bed, and Donna crawled over to join him.

   Brisket looked down at the couple and felt both pleased and annoyed. 
How dare they?  Well...she had instructed them.  But how DARE they?!

   "So you're the man now?" she said to Donna, stepping forward and toeing
the woman in the cunt.

   "No, Brisket!" said the woman, panic in her voice.  "That's not what I
meant!" The foot left her crotch and moved onto George's penis.

   "And you're hardly a man at all," she said as she rolled his penis
lightly under her shoed foot.  "Your let a little girl fuck the hell out of
your ass." George's only response was to cast his eyes to the floor.  Now
Brisket stepped back, and suddenly she was cheerful again.

   "I didn't give you your wedding presents!" shouted the android
gleefully. Reaching down, she grabbed an arm of each and pulled them to
their feet.  Donna felt like her arm was going to pop out of its socket. 
"What kind of Best Maid am I?!" Brisket straightened George and Donna up in
front of the bed, seemingly giddy with excitement.  She clasped her hands
together and tilted her head as she looked from one to the other.  "You
both look so very happy!  Are you ready for your presents?"

   George and Donna were petrified, unable to even nod their heads. 
Brisket nodded her head enthusiastically, a big, dumb grin on her face.

   "First, for the groom..."

   Brisket's arm shot forward and landed in George's crotch.

   "UGH!" he cried, collapsing onto the bed and into the fetal position. 
The pain quickly mounted and he wished he'd pass out, but he didn't. 
Brisket wanted him conscious.  Donna leaned over George and attempted to
comfort him.  Brisket moved forward.

   "...and as for the bride..."

   Brisket grabbed the woman, moved her off of George, and threw her onto
her back.  The android bounced onto the bed on top of her, forcing Donna's
legs apart as she landed.  George was starting to come to his senses, and
he watched as the robot moved herself into position atop his wife, who
looked over at him with tears in her eyes.  The android reached under her
own black skirt and *rrrrrip!* off came her black panty.  Now she brought
her head down to Donna's, and the android's long blonde hair draped all
around the bridal veil.  George saw Brisket's ass wiggle, and he knew that
her meaty python had been moved into striking position.  The android looked
at George and began to sing.

   "Here comes the briiiide..."

   George saw Donna gasp, and her eyes went numb.  Brisket's face
registered pleasure.  She looked down at the woman and continued singing.

   "...all dressed in whiiiiiite..."

   *scluuuuuuusssh....*

   It sounded to George like shortening being spread onto a baking pan, but
he knew better.  The android Brisket was forcing her package of cookie
dough up his wife's pre-greased tube.  Rage was building up inside of
George as he watched the android begin to plumb Donna's depths.

   "Get off her!" he shouted, leaping on top of the android.  Brisket
ignored him and began to glide with longer strokes.  George stayed on top
of her and tried to pry her away, but it was no use.  The android's ass
continued to rise and fall, each motion part of her fuck.  George gathered
up Brisket's long blonde hair into his hands.

   "Don't, George!" said Donna from below the heaving android.  "Let
her...I want her to..."

   "Listen to your wife, George," said Brisket.  George saw Donna's arms
reach around to embrace the android, and her legs opened wider.  "See --
she's mine," said Brisket.  Summoning every bit of strength he had, George
gripped the android's hair tight, took a deep breath, and PULLED!

   "OWWWWW!!" yelled Brisket as her head was thrown back violently .  The
momentum of the act pulled her torso up, and the man pulled again. 
"AHHHH!!!"

   To his surprise, George had managed to pull Brisket off of his wife.  He
watched as her gooed-up meat left Donna's slit, and the android tumbled to
the floor.  George released her hair.  Several clumps floated down to the
rug.  The android was stunned, and for a moment sat still in a heap. 
George looked at Donna, who was shaking her head, fear in her eyes. 
Brisket began to stand up again, fury in her eyes, and George realized just
what he'd done.  Brisket shot forward, grabbed George under the arms, and
lifted him up into the air.

   "You..little...SHIT!" she yelled, and threw him towards a wall. 
*WHAM!*...George struck hard and hit the floor.  Brisket stalked over to
him like a punter retrieving her own football and *THUD!* sent a kick into
the man's side.  Pain shot through him, and he was certain a few ribs had
been broken.  "You can't do that!" The android swung her leg back again...

   "NO!" shouted Donna, rushing forward and jumping onto Brisket's back. 
The android stopped herself as she heard the woman's voice, and Donna
crawled back off of her and crouched down to examine her husband.  "Just
leave him alone!" she howled up at the android.  How dare she!  Order must
be maintained.  Brisket reached down and grabbed one of Donna's arms
firmly. The woman tried to shake it away, but could not.  Finally, she
allowed herself to be brought to her feet.  George moaned in agony below.
Now Donna shook hard enough to release her arm, and she walked to the bed,
turned around, and bent over.

   "You want me?  Take me," she said.  But that moment had passed.

   "No," said the android, turning from the woman and looking down at the
man.  Donna turned back around, more scared than ever.  Brisket knelt down
and took hold of the man's head.

   "Don't kill him!"

   The android smiled back at Donna as she pet George's head.  The man was
completely delirious as Brisket arranged him onto his back.  "I'm not going
to kill him," said the android, "but if you so much as touch me or say
another word, I might." Brisket had her cock in her hand and was rubbing it
back to full mast.  Donna nodded her agreement, knowing it was the only way
to save her husband's life.  "Thatta girl," said Brisket, who took hold of
the man's legs and pushed them up.  The man winced.  Donna began to sob as
she watched the android maid line up her juicy appendage against George's
already oozing ass.  Donna watched as the penis slipped inside him in one
quick, smooth motion.

   "Ungghhhhh..." he groaned, passing out completely.  Brisket noticed that
his body had gone limp, but didn't care.  He wouldn't die.  The android
noticed Donna turn away.

   "Hold it right there," said Brisket, using the warm body below her all
the while.  "I don't want you to ever forget this."

   And for the next half hour the android Brisket used George's body for
her pleasure, releasing her cum into him with a triumphant yell only after
Donna had run out of tears.