Strap On Something New
Date: 21.02.2008Keywords: On, Something, Strap, New,
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"As told to Cockatoo, by Esmerelda Molybdenum-4 Sanchez-Smithe"
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Back when Chelsea Clinton was America's first openly Lesbian president, it was really fashionable to be gay (or at least bisexual) again, just like it was back in the 'zands. So for eight years, Henrietta and I happened to be in style. Now we're out-of-touch nerdzos again, because these days, everybody who isn't into the Het Anal scene gets looked down on like we're dinosaurs or something. Well, I guess I'm no spring chicken. I'm in my sexual prime, and you know what that means for a gal. So what if I don't feel like shaking it at the butt clubs with all the twenty-year olds? Put me in my 'jamas, plant me on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, hook me into the Mesh for an old movie or two, and I'm your girl for the night. Besides, I'm happy and proud to be an old-fashioned rug muncher. I've got a dyke haircut, a life partner, and a purple wardrobe complete with comfortable shoes, the whole shebang. I'm just traditional that way.
So, when 'Retta suggested we try something new, I was nervous. Her last Big New Idea ended up being a weekend marriage to those two gayboys, Bernard and Ernest, and that was okay, I guess, but I wouldn't want to do it again. Don't get me wrong, I love a good fuck. When the moon is full and the lights are low, there's no force in the universe strong enough to keep me out of 'Retta's sweet snatch. And honey, my bitch gives as good as she gets. I've got no complaints, believe me. So when she got a bee in her bonnet about getting one of those newfangled sex toys… I was at her mercy. That special glimmer which sometimes appears in the eyes of Henrietta Daffodil-11 Von Ishikawa is a precious gift to the world, and may the Goddess forgive me if I ever do anything to squelch it. This time, when she turned that look on me and said, "What do you think, Esme?" I tried to make my face light up and say it was a great idea while my brain was busy groaning at me. 'Retta wasn't fooled, but she said she appreciated the act, and she was sure I would be pleasantly surprised.
We know this other old-fashioned dyke from the co-op, her name's Lucrecia, and she got one of those new gadgets from Doc Johnson's. You know, like an old-fashioned strap-on dildo, but that uses the same bio-neural linking technology that they put in prosthetic robot limbs for people who're waiting for their cloned grafts to mature in the tank farms, or who don't want to do grafts for some religious reason. The techies got real good at that kind of thing when the HTLV-19 virus got loose and made everybody's parts start falling off. They finally eradicated that nasty disease a few years ago, thank the Goddess, and y'know, now that I'm thinking about it, the fact that they came up with a cure is probably the reason that Het Anal is the "in" thing these days.
Anyhow, Lucrecia tried out this new gizmo that hooks up to your central nervous system right through your skin, one with the complete kinesthetic feedback package and enhanced sensoderm matrix freshly approved for recreational use by the FDA, and she swore it felt just like having a real seven-inch dick. She said that when she used it on her partner Heloise, she fucked the shit out of poor girl, the way a good solid fucking was meant to be done, all with the pelvis, till her pussy was ragged and sore. That was all 'Retta had to hear. For a sworn lez, my sweetie pie has a real penetration fetish. I mean, Bernard and Ernest were her idea, and she spent that whole weekend trying to pry them apart from each other so that one or the other of 'em would drill her.
Of course, 'Retta meant for me to be the one wearing the fake whanger. She swings a lot more to the bi side than I do, and this was one of those times she was hungry for cock. If it could be a girl's cock, MY cock, that's even better, right? The trouble is that I've never liked those toys. I mean, vibrators are perfectly fine for getting yourself off, but plastic is plastic. It doesn't feel like skin. It's not like a partner. And, I like women. When I'm with a woman, I want us both to BE women. I feel stupid strapping a cheapo plastic prong in front of my perfectly good, warm, wet, aroused pussy and pretending like I'm a boy. It's just silly. But, I'll do what it takes to keep 'Retta happy because I love her more than life itself and I don't want to risk losing her. Besides, it's just play. This is for her, not for me, and that's okay. I can indulge her like this, because Goddess knows she indulges me all the time! So I agreed to her little scheme, and she immediately placed an order from Good Vibrations on the Mesh linkup.
The next day, we got the package from California. I opened the box and fished out the crystal to pop in the viewer, trying not to look at the dildo itself. 'Retta, on the other hand, was transfixed by the damn thing. She pulled it out and started stroking and tasting the floppy sausage of flesh-colored plastic. I left her to it and tried to focus on the active A.I. instruction program, which was an attractive blond talking head, hovering in the holomatrix three feet in front of me.
"Thank you for your purchase of Doc Johnson's new neuro-active 'Casanova' strap-on penis, Esmerelda." The A.I. was pretending to read my name off a prompter in front of her, but of course it already knew both our names, credit histories, blood types, current bank balances, and our stated preferences about everything that's ever been compiled by the dynamic profiles loaded into our viewer. The programmers just make it do that because some people find it creepy when unfamiliar faces display such intimate knowledge of you so quickly. Usually, an A.I. program will pretend to get to know you as you get to know it, which just seems to work out better. This one took on the air of somebody that you'd spoken to on the phone once or twice before, but were only just now meeting for drinks. Cute.
"The 'Casanova' is specially designed for female couples who want to experience the sensations of one partner with a real penis. Many products in the Doc Johnson catalog are intended for novelty or fantasy, but the Casanova's realistic proportions and textures are similar to what we use in medical prosthetics for male patients who require synthetic replacement genitalia. Every effort has been made to insure that the colors, temperatures, tastes and smells of your new penis will be your very own. The porous membrane will adapt quickly to your pigmentation and pheromone structure, once you calibrate the unit."
It paused. It was waiting for me to pick it up and turn it on, or whatever. These damn A.I.s are getting smarter all the time. I expected it to know who I was, despite the fact that 'Retta's name is on the purchase authorization, but it somehow guessed that I'd be wearing the thing even though 'Retta was right behind me playing with it. Someday these fucking programs are going to run the world. Hell, maybe they already do and just haven't told us. Well, anyway, if the Casanova could do what Lucrecia said, this just might be fun after all. As I turned to 'Retta to ask for my new penis, I saw her pouting unhappily at it. The Casanova was all limp and floppy and plastic-looking. She'd even put the tiny little E6 power cell into it already and it hadn't woken up or anything.
"Retta, honey, the A.I. wants me to calibrate it to my body."
"Hmm? Oh. Here. Maybe you can figure out how to turn it on."
"Please take a moment to stimulate yourself before inserting your end of the Casanova into your vagina. Your own natural lubrication will facilitate the neurological connection, as well as provide a sample to be distributed through the skin of the device. If you like, I have some arousing material on this data crystal to help you."
"Show us," said 'Retta. She likes porn better than I do. The attractive blond talking head zoomed back to show us the full length of her nude body. There was a darker girl with her who looked partly Asian, so the two of them were just like the two of us. The A.I. must have used our profiles to come up with a scenario that we'd find appealing. The darker girl was nestled down on the blonde's breasts, nibbling and nursing at her nipples. A deep rosy flush was quickly spreading all over the blonde's tits and upper chest as her breathing became deep and husky. Her fingers moved to her own pussy and she lazily began probing at her deep red folds. The Golden-skinned girl was kissing her now, and her own hand moved to join the blonde's. The blonde pushed the other girl's hand away. She took hold of her long, silky black hair and bent her head back, breaking their kiss.
"That's not for you today. Today you are the pussy. Do you understand me?" our A.I. hostess demanded of her partner.
"Ooo. Oh. Okay."
"That means you lean back and spread it for me, pussy girl. Do it NOW."
"Ah…" The golden girl bent back, put her hands on her knees, and opened her thighs wide for the blonde. Retta and I watched the spectacle with our hearts pounding in our throats and both our cunts gooshing out of control. This program really had our number. The blonde leaned in and scooped a finger through her lover's puss, then brought it to her mouth and sucked on it teasingly. "Touch me…?" said the golden girl.
"Oh I'll touch you. I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna touch you like you've never been touched. Touch you with my fucking DICK. No, STOP! You're not allowed to touch yourself."
"Oh, please? Please? I need it."
"That pussy of yours is MINE, got it? Mine for Me to Use. You just sit there and hold it open for me. There you go. That's it. Ooo, look, it's twitching. It looks hungry." She was right. The girl's pussy lips were pursing in and out. She wasn't even bucking her hips or anything, she was just throbbing. The blonde continued on: "This is the way I put in my dick. Take a good look at my own dick going into me." She produced a floppy little bit of pink plastic- a little holographic Casanova of her own… shit, this wasn't just porn designed to get us going, the A.
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Keywords: On, Something, Strap, New,