Jackie and the Phallic Android Visit: Part 2.
Jackie's appetites awaken for more of delicious Sam.
Based on a post by Alizzia. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Sam stood to step away from Jackie's ravished naked body. He was about to sync up to the command Android system for a status and debrief mode.
"Wait, no," said Jackie, grabbing his arm and yanking him down onto her sweaty hot body. She rolled up onto him and laid upon his chest. She cuddled and ran her fingers up the back of his neck and head; before biting him on the shoulder. She ground against his hip bone for a moment, still exquisitely wet. Sam's cock bounced against her leg, only a little diminished in its excited girth. "I've been in stasis for too long for one orgasm to cut it."
Jackie shifted down, clasped her feet around the android's buttocks. She slowly slid her slick cunt over his shaft, felt him harden completely under her. She craned her neck, kissed him.
"I do hope your leg is alright," he said, breaking the kiss.
"It's fine. Shut up and fuck me."
"Intercourse?" Sam conjectured.
"Yup." Jackie said with a horny aggression in her continence.
With purpose, Sam took her by the bottom, slowly lowered her to his cock. The phallic head just brushed her cunt lips, became instantly slick. Slowly, gently, he lowered Jackie onto him. Jackie made a face.
With an excited hop, she pulled herself down, took the full extent of the android's cock. Sam hummed, throatily. Jackie gasped a little. "That's more like it," she said, wiggling. Girl-cum pooled around the base of Sam's shaft, white and clear. Jackie shifted, bounced on the cock a few times, experimentally.
"Just like a real boy," she grinned. Sam's expression had grown serious. The little lines around his eyes deepened. He hummed luxuriantly whenever Jackie bounced. Jackie bit his lower lip, tugged. "Come on."
With a few quick motions, Sam flipped her back, tits-up, parallel to his hips. He seized her by the waist, pulled her away, thrust. There was a soft, wet sound. Jackie groaned. Sam repeated, slowly, pulled himself and Jackie together again and again. Jackie let a hand slide to her clit, felt her lips parting for the android's thrusts, just below. She rubbed, watched Sam's body curl and flex with every thrust.
"You can go faster, Sam;'
He did. Jackie moaned, aroused by the quick, wet thump of Sam's hips against her bottom. She hung there in space, slid side to side in space by strong hands at her hips. Every time Sam filled her up, she exhaled, shallow.
"Jackie."
"Uh, Sam, don't fucking stop." The android was palpable inside her as she began to clench around him.
"Jackie, really, its quite important."
"Let me cum first"
There was a weird rush in Jackie's ears. They turned suddenly sideways in space, abruptly thumped to the edge of the bed. Jackie lay there for a moment, legs splayed, irritated. "The spin, Jackie," said Sam, where he had landed beside her.
"Yeah," said Jackie, climbing atop him. She straddled his hips, picked up his cock to touch her dripping lips. "Whatever," she said, sliding atop him. She hummed. The already girthy cock felt even more substantial, in gravity. She gave a few bounced, ground for a moment, watched the android's eyes flutter. Jackie spread her fingers on the broad chest before her, dug in a little. She started to bounce.
"You are a lot like a real boy, Sam," she said, savoring every impact against her clit and mons. She bounced faster. "You feel nice and warm, and hard. Good replication," she said, leaning forward over him, grinding. Their chests touched. Jackie bit his neck, heard his breath speed up. She extended the angle of her bend legs, a bit, invited Sam to contribute to the fucking. He did. Jackie shook, exhaled with every wet impact, slipped her hand between her legs, again. "Good energy, good attitude." She gasped. "Knows how to please a girl." She kissed him, moaned into his mouth. Her thighs began to shake. Her fingers fanned. Sam's thrusts became more powerful as he competed with the clenching walls of her cunt. Jackie shuddered, came.
"I am," said Sam, panting as Jackie gripped him, trembling on his now-still cock. "Glad you are satisfied."
"Wait," said Jackie, sitting up. Her hair was a sweated mess.
"We have to see," she said, panting, creeping down to the android's throbbing phallus. "If they replicated everything." Her mouth closed around him. Sam shook, stretched one arm overhead. The other gripped the back of Jackie's head, softly. She bobbed there, took great, wet strokes with engorged lips.
Sam shook, arched his back, bent the knee Jackie straddled. It bumped her ass, left a wet print. "Oh, Specialist Jackie," he moaned.
"Hmm?" moaned Jackie, lips wrapped around him.
"I think it's only courteous to warn I'm going to cum."
Jackie pulled her head off him, smiled, began to pump the cock with both hands, and placed her lips over his head. In a few strokes of her small hands, Sam's hips bucked into Jackie's mouth. He groaned, loud. She hummed, first with pleasure, then wetly in surprise. Still pumping, she pulled her lips away, and a gooey splash of white poured over her hands.
"Wow," she said, marveled at him spurting. She licked her lips. "It's sugar," she laughed. Panting, Sam's orgasm died down. He panted, chest heaving. Jackie licked the sugary cum from his cock, crawled up to his head. She placed a wet, sugary kiss, on his lips.
"Sucrose-based," she smiled, pulling away. "Sweet robot." She wrapped a leg around him, cuddled the sweat and sugar-covered android.
"I do hope this will help your recovery," said Sam, crinkly eyes smiling. He lay there, limp.
"Oh, I think so."
"Good. I do enjoy helping you.'
"Cuddle me. Silly robot."
"Yes, Jackie." He wrapped an arm around her, pulled her tight.
Jackie watched the red and purple of the nebula play over the ceiling. "Sam, I think this assignment will be a good one," she said, sleepily.
"I do think we have become a compatible lighthouse crew."
"That's one way to put it."
They lay still for a moment. Jackie's breathing slowed, relaxed.
"It is a shame I'll be replaced in a month" said Sam.
Jackie didn't respond. She had fallen fast asleep.
Jackie finds her android crew mate grows ever sweeter;
"She fucked the service android?" Bastain squinted over his quartz desk, pointed with an onyx vapor cig.
"It would appear so, Sir," said Lan, an ice-blonde woman, expressionless.
"How do we know?"
"Sir, the unit in question, a Ceres-6, filed an anomalous precept mutation in its automated report." She glanced down to a card-thin tablet in her white-gloved hands. "We pulled this off its experience record." She flicked the tablet screen, and a video transferred to the large holomonitor behind Bastain. The man swiveled in his chair, frowning, watched.
On screen played a point-of-view video. A recording, taken through an android's eyes, of a nude, curly-haired woman excitedly sucking the same android's not-inconsiderable cock. She bobbed, head guided by a large, gentle hand, amidst droplets of passionate fluids suspected in micro-gravity Her floating hair was backlit by the glowing morass of a red-and-purple nebula shon through a great void-window. Her expression, dully fixed, matched the android's lusty moans and fixated stare. Bastain stared, cig drooping.
"Oh, Specialist Jackie," moaned the audio track. The hand tightened. The woman onscreen hummed, eyes smiling as she pulled her engorged lips over the wide and shining cock. The android moaned again. "I think it's only courteous to warn I'm going to— "
The screen cut out. The ice-haired woman lifted her finger from the pause key. Bastain still stared, blank. "Christ." Surreptitiously, he adjusted the crotch of his slacks before swiveling back around. "She did fuck him." He took a long hit off the vaporcig. Wisps spiraled from his nostrils. Briefly, he gazed past Lan, frowned at the sweet greenery of a misty garden world framed beyond. Abruptly, he looked up. "How the hell did she do to manage that?"
"Sir," said Lan. "During 24 hours' contact with Comm-engineering Specialist Jacqueline Kent, the unit sys-named 'Sam,' mutated the following precepts in response to the Specialist's behavior;' She cleared her throat, read:
"Physical perception: plus fifty-seven percent. Social Assertion: plus fifteen percent. Tonal Formality: minus twenty percent. Individualized Affection: plus eighty-eight percent." She paused, looked at Bastain. "Sexuality: plus one-hundred percent."
"Jesus." Bastain ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper quiff. "Are they meant to do that?"
"Yes and no, Sir."
"Yes and no?"
Lan recited, blankly. "Ceres-6s were the first Serault Corporation model to feature full behavioral precept mutability. Like most Ceres models, they were designed to self-adapt and facilitate maximum social compatibility with small crews." She paused, tilted her head. An icy lock fell over one eye. She brushed it away. "However, the model has a flaw: Their mutation is constrained by no delimiters, save Asimov's Amended Laws. As a result, they—"
"Turn into fornicators," interrupted Bastain. "If their crew mates are turned on?"
"Sir, there have been seventeen reports of individual crews engaging in sexual activity with their Ceres-6 service models."
"So, yes?"
"Yes, Sir."
Bastain sat and vaped a moment. He adjusted his tie. "Is this mutation affecting Specialist Jacqueline; "He screwed up his eyes for a moment, corrected himself. "Uh, Specialist Kent's efficiency?"
Lan blinked her blue-raspberry eyes. "As of yet, Sir, we do not have enough labor data to judge either Specialist Kent's baseline or affected efficiency at this post. Either way, the unit sys-named 'Sam' is scheduled to be replaced by a new-model Ceres-8 in less than a standard month."
"Ah, well." Bastain shrugged. "I guess that works out." Vapor swirled around his gray eyes, white as the tropical steam outside.
"Will that be all, Sir?" asked Lan.
Bastain looked up. "Yeah. Thanks."
Lan briefly twitched a smile, turned to leave through the plate-glass door.
"Lan," said Bastain, to her pencil-skirt clad back.
"Sir?" she turned.
"Remind me." The man squinted. "What model are you?"
Voice level, Lan pronounced: "Eris-7, Sir. Courtesy model."
"Ah, I think I remember you saying that." An awkward smile tugged Bastain's face. "Thank you."
"Of course, Sir."
"And, Lan?"
"Sir?"
"Leave the tablet."
"Sir." She did. The ceramic handheld clicked on the quartz desktop. Bastain watched her go; watched her small hand wrap round the door, watched her teardrop hips, swaying, clad in clinging black. He blinked, sighed, picked up the tablet. With a finger, he touched the Play key, elicited quiet audio and moving images from the ceramic slate. "-to warn you I'm going to cum." After ensuing sounds of ecstasy from both parties, he turned it off, put it down.
"Fucked her android," he muttered, shaking his head. "What an idea."
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Jackie awoke, floating. She shifted, confused for a moment, then smiled, remembering, as she felt the firm grasp of Sam's broad arms round her chest and belly. She touched the corded, lightly haired forearms, hugged them, held one large hand warm to her tit. Sam hugged her back. Firmly, warm. Affectionate.
"Good morning, Specialist Jackie."
Jackie felt dried sugar crackle on her lips. Without opening her eyes, she turned around in Sam's grasp, pulled his mouth to hers. For a moment, she kissed him hard, let her sugar-coated tongue slip between the android's pliable lips. She broke free, opened her eyes. "Good morning Sam," she said, licking luxuriantly. "Happy I didn't dream fucking you."
"Good morning," said Sam, again. He smiled, and the little lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled delicately. "Though, it is, in reality, just after Earth-standard noon."
Jackie's eyes widened. "Fuck, the traffic," she gasped, wriggled for a moment, winced. She clutched her leg, felt the stretched, tight material of a flex-bandage around her thigh. It was her only garment. "Fuck," she said again. "Hurts more than it did yesterday."
"That's to be expected."
"We need to work, Sam! The lighthouse has to function."
Sam hugged her. "Don't worry, Jackie. You may recall I set the lighthouse to transmit a detour notice, per Company policy. We may resume work after the conclusion of your twenty-four-hour healing period. Of which an hour remains, by my count." Sam smiled again. "And I do insist you enjoy it."
Jackie startled, winced. She squirmed, attempted to get out of the sleep webbing. "I've been asleep for twenty hours?"
"Yes. Though you did wake to urinate shortly ago, which you appear not to recall. The corrective clot I applied to your leg included a metabolic enhancer. It encourages deep sleep for efficient healing. You are likely to be— "
"Fucking hungry," said Jackie, raising her eyebrows and licking her lips again. She unclipped her webbing, floated away from Sam. "Oh, shit." She said, realizing her mistake. Untethered, she drifted across the room, hair and tits buoyant, bounced gently off the ceiling, then into the broad window-floor. A duotone magenta, cast by the vast and swirling nebula beyond, suffused her space-pale, depilated skin with curious shades of pink red.
"You need mag boots, Jackie," said Sam. Still under the webbing, he maneuvered his legs over the bed, retrieved one of two pairs of boots stuck to the transparent-alloy window-floor. He tugged them on, and, naked save for those red and silver boots, kicked over to Jackie, second pair in hand. Handily, he caught her around the waste. Jackie clung to his front, wrapped her feet around him, kissed him softly. Her nipples, quite hard, brushed the blond fur of his chest.
"Come now, Specialist," said Sam, with good humor, peeled her off. With deliberate force, he turned her about, and employing her hips and waist as grips slightly more than was required, tugged the second pair of boots over her small feet. Jackie cleaved back to him immediately after, and Sam held her in return. She nuzzled into his neck, enjoyed his scent of soap and sweat, caressed the broad hands wrapped round her body.
"Thanks, Sam." She then connected, likewise naked, save for boots and bandage, to the magnetic face of the window. Sam settled beside. Jackie, considerably smaller, placed her hands on the wide rounds of his shoulders. "Let's please get some food."
"Wait a moment," smiled Sam, nearly a smirk. He held her close, sniffed her. "Did you bathe, yesterday?"
Jackie blushed, frowned. "Not really. I, uh, ran out of my water ration."
"I think a shower is in order, first. Don't you think?"
For a moment, Jackie was annoyed. Then, her face brightened. She let her fingers play over the android's chest. "I think that might be; Fun." She continued to draw her touch across Sam's pecs, over the cut ridges of his serratus anterior muscle, then round his back. "But the spin hasn't started, yet," she said, drew the tip of her tongue along his jaw. "Can't shower in micro-gravity"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "True. We have seven minutes before the artificial gravity cycle starts."
"Hmm,"
Jackie pulled close, warm, smushed her tits against Sam, rubbed her cheek against his chin. With a soft click, she detached one mag boot from the window-floor, lifted to wrap a bare leg about Sam. She pulled herself in, wiggled her hips, hummed in contentment as she ground the wetness between her legs into Sam's thigh. The android's cock, now beginning to swell, pressed, bent, into her front. "I think that's enough," she said, throaty.
Sam lifted his chin, let Jackie lick and nibble little lines of wet kisses up his neck. "Enough for what, Jackie?"
Jackie slid a hand down Sam's abs, grabbed the base of his cock. It twitched, straightened. "Time for more of you." She stroked him, felt a glaze of sugary cum flake under her touch. The cock darkened, thickened with arousal. Veins stood out from its girth.
At that, Sam took her by the chin with one hand, seized her ass in the other. He squished her rump close to him, lifted her chin, her parted lips close to his. Her soft flesh dimpled, firm, under his fingertips. "How do you want me?"
"Inside me," gasped Sam, intrigued by her partner's sudden engagement. She pressed her pubic mound into the android's hard, muscled thigh, left a spot of wet arousal. "Fuck me. Standing up. Like this."
There was a click. Jackie's other mag boot disconnected from the floor. Her knees bent. She floated free in Sam's grasp; toes pointed towards the ceiling. With one hand, she wrapped an elbow around his neck, dragged her lips the last inch to his, kissed him with more tongue than gentle lip.
While he kissed her, Sam transferred both hands to clasp the very bottoms of Jackie's ass cheeks, just where they met her thighs. First, he squeezed, then stretched them apart, slightly opening the eager, pink lips just within. Jackie moaned into his mouth. A little rivulet of girlcum floated from between her legs, stuck to the strong hands manipulating the tingling skin of her ass.
"Uh." Jackie gasped. "Fuck me, robot. I want that sweet cock in me again." She thrust her hips forward, grinned as she felt her mons bump into the soft head of Sam's cock.
"Of course, Jackie." The android flipped her around by the hips, turned her ass-up and horizontal in front of him. Jackie yelped, found herself, surprised, facing down at the nebula. Then, she moaned. Sam had just then split her legs, pulled her by her angled thighs just a half inch onto his hard girth.
The Specialist's labia just barely gripped the hot, hard phallus between her legs, slicked it with arousal and Sam's own smeared precum. "Fuck," said Jackie. She tried, futilely, to thrust herself farther down onto the cock, but Sam held her in place.
"Come on," she said, grabbed the hands gripping her thighs. "Don't you want to give it to me!"
Sam looked down at her, at her narrow waist and the taught lines down the center of her flexed back. He let one fingertip stroke her from neck to tailbone, trace around where his cock just split her sopping bits. Jackie spasmed just a little, moaned. "Please," she said, wet lips panting.
"I find," said Sam. "My precepts have further altered to suit your personality, dear Specialist Jackie." He pulled her just a quarter of an inch farther down his shaft. The woman groaned, looked back at the hands which kept her locked quote firmly there by the ass and lower back.
"How?" She said.
"You have a fascinating character trait." He gave her just a hint more cock, twitched a crinkle-eyed smile as she arched her head, shut her eyes, hummed in anxious delight. "You enjoy giving me orders, but you also enjoy being handled, to submit just as much as you dominate."
He pressed further in, let Jackie's eager womanhood take a little more. He felt her abs tense, and her small muscles twitched inside, as if trying to draw him in. "My stochastic feedback engine found that you reacted well to a hint of dominance in return, given the heightened state of physical arousal it elicited, so I have opted to show you more of that trait. To take more of you on my own accord." He bent forward, removed one hand from Jackie's thigh to bring it forward and wrap it about her chin. His thumb rested over her parted lips. Eager, Jackie sucked it into her mouth, bit it gently. Sam sighed, relaxed just a bit as a warm tongue flicked across his digit.
Sensing Sam's lapse, Jackie wrapped her heels about the android's ass and pulled herself triumphantly onto his cock. She squealed unintentionally around his thumb, wriggled as much of herself around Sam as she could, relishing the silky heat of him deep inside.
At this, Sam tensed. He shifted his grip, hard but gentle, around Jackie's neck and belly, pulled her upright in front of him and close to his front. She floated, limp in his grasp, totally filled from behind, with her soft rump pressed tight to the artificial man's hipbones. Her legs wriggled, parted just a little more, slightly bent, feebly trying to avail herself to even more of the android's cock.
"Sam," she moaned.
"Mm, Jackie," replied Sam, his usually stolid tone betraying obvious excitement. He pulled back, then pushed soft into Jackie's eager warmth. They both gasped. Sam thrust again. Jacks hands scrabbled, clutched in joy at the powerful forearms pulling her down once, twice, and again onto Sam's expansive cock.
"Oh, fuck me," she said, eyes screwed up. "It feels so fucking good when you stretch me inside."
"You are impressively aroused to desire intercourse with no foreplay, Jackie," panted Sam. He thrusted, pulled the mewling Specialist onto him in unison, faster and harder with every repetition.
"I am;" said Jackie, helped in pleasure as Sam rocked her with a thrust. She squished, audibly wet, as she took him. "So turned on."
"I take it you enjoy intercourse with me, Jackie?"
"Mm, ugh. Yes." She frowned, gasped again. Her tits bounced, nipples swollen and dappled with sweat, with every thrust. "But it's called fucking, um, silly robot. Not intercourse."
"Apologies, Jackie." He thrust into her, hard, nuzzled her neck, bit her there. Jackie hummed in response, turned and tilted her parted lips back for a kiss.
Sam brushed his lips to hers. "Do you like it when I fuck you, Jackie?"
"Mm, yes. I like it when you fuck me hard."
"And deep?" He did. Jackie's legs twitched. Her toes curled.
"Ugh. Um hmm."
"Like this?" He repeated the motion, thrust shallow, hard and deep into the squirming Jackie.
She choked in surprise, felt the soft head of Sam's cock press, excruciatingly lovely, repeatedly into the very deepest extent of her cunt. Her brows beetled, not in pain, but ecstasy.
"Yes!"
"Just like that?"
"Yes! Fuck me."
"Are you going to orgasm for me, Jackie?"
"Hmm."
She did. Her eyes flew open. Her mouth gaped, near-drooling. Jackie shuddered with the force of Sam's shallow, smacking thrusts and the wracking heat of her orgasm. She un-clamped an arm to seize Sam's crop-haired scalp, pulled his lips over her shoulder into a greedy, messy kiss. She stayed like that, lips suffocatingly locked as her orgasm died from full body shakes into gentle tremors in her inner thighs.
Jackie rested, curled into a limp ball, held with her back pressed into Sam's chest, soft in his grip. She let her head loll.
"Jackie?" said Sam. He was still inside her.
"Hmm?" slurred the Specialist. She rubbed her nose up into his neck.
"Hold on to me. The spin is about to start."
"Oh—"
Jackie grabbed Sam's forearms tight just as he switched his grip to support her under her thighs. There was a rush, a sideways jolt, a sudden weight as they both settled, one under his own power, the other in his grasp, to the floor.
"Ugh," Jackie exclaimed as Sam set her down. She moaned, for his cock had slid slow out of her still-sensitive body, trailing generous, gooey arousal. She stood, sweated, slightly knock-kneed, before him. An awkward grin split her face. "You're not at all bad at this fucking thing."
Sam smiled. His cock, still quite erect, twitched. A bead of precum slipped off the head. "Thank you, Jackie." He wiped a smattering of sweat from his brow.
"Want to, uh, take care of that in the shower?" said Jackie, indicating the android's erection.
Sam cocked his head. "If you allow me to wash the both of us, we may have time to allow you to enjoy my orgasm."
Jackie blushed, shivered. The station was none too warm. "Being washed sounds, uh, great." She started off, slightly wobbly.
Obedient, Sam followed. Mag-booted, naked, they traversed two hatches, through central comms, to the white, knobby-tiled bathroom within the life support bay. Jackie went first, then Sam. As he turned from sealing the hatch, Jackie hugged her android from behind. She wrapped her foot around his left calf, grabbed around the base of his only slightly reduced erection with her left hand, thumb touching middle finger.
"You're really nice to look at, Robot." She stroked him. Sam gave a short moan.
"Hmm. Thank you, Jackie. My developing physio-aesthetic precepts find you arousing, too." Jackie stroked him again, felt her own slickness between her fingers and the re-stiffened cock.
"I should warn you." Said Sam, throatily. "I have maintained a persistent state of advanced arousal. Fucking you has brought me close to orgasm, and I remain close."
"Umm," said Jackie. She bit her lip, pleased, backed away; let her touch linger over Sam's hip and tight ass. "Come on," she sultered, clumsily tugged off her mag boots, backed into the shower chamber. Sam did she same. Pleased, Jackie petted the android's blond head as he bent to remove his own boots, marveled at the stretched cords of his broad triangle of a back. In the shower, together, Jackie was pressed for space. She kissed the android's chest once, the touch panel reading Shower ration: 2 minutes with her elbow.
A vertical stream of hot water struck from above. Immediately, in the bright overhead lighting, luminous steam bloomed around the two. For a moment, Jackie marveled at the rivulets of water that traced down Sam's chest, his nipples, his slightly asymmetrical abs, his twitching cock. Then, she found herself seized, turned about, and washed like a puppy.
"S-Sam," garbled Jackie as the android spread sweetly chemical soap suds rapidly over her face, over her hair, back, arms. He acquired more foamy soap, scrubbed Jackie's armpits, moved a mite lower, lingered momentarily to feel her tits, work them slippery between his large hands, pinch the nipples. Jackie, amidst the jostle, moaned, wobbled slightly at the knees, smiled as Sam moved on to wash her belly.
"You're being pretty industrious."
"We must, Specialist, conserve time to enjoy the sexual activity you desire, during our water ration." He lifted one of Jackie's legs, gently washed her inner thighs and still-sticky vulva. "Oh!" exclaimed Jackie, feeling herself unexpectedly split open. She shivered a bit as Sam touched her clit. "Of course," she said, breathing steam, lifting wet and limp hair from her face and over one ear.
Quick, Sam finished washing Jackie, patted her rump, quickly scrubbed himself. Jackie looked over her shoulder to watch, bit her lip again as she beheld the strapping android's shoulders glistening, flexing to scrub his back and hair. He stretched, back arching as he lifted his face to the water. Water rippled over his pointed nose, corded neck, his abs. It poured where it collected off his hanging cock.
Cheeky, Jackie pressed her ass to that twitching phallus. Its thick base rested just on her tailbone. The head reached near-halfway up the small of her back. Jackie wriggled. She felt the android's hard girth squish against her ass. Behind, Sam moaned.
Experimentally, jack stood on her tiptoes, allowed more cock to rest in the valley of her ass. She pushed back, up, down, stroking the cock with her slick body. Sam moaned more. His hands clasped the ass before him. Imperceptible in the heat, a little squirt of sugary precum landed on Jackie's lower back.
"Wanna hump my ass, Robot?" Jackie tilted her rump up, her back forward.
"I think I do, Jackie." He bent his knees, let his cock rest fully between the soft bubbles of Jackie's rounded ass. Rough, he pressed in and up, fucked that slick gap; twice, thrice.
"Oh," said Jackie, feeling the soft underside of Sam caress the base of her womanhood and the little star of her asshole. Each gaped just a little, clenched again, as if eager.
Sam pulled himself in, ground again and again into Jackie's pale, firm pillow of a rear. Jackie moaned; bent over, rocked forward by Sam's rutting, with her hands pressed to the dripping, anti-slip wall of the shower. "Sam, you're making me so wet again." She let one hand free, slipped it between her legs, curled her fingers to stroke her clit where it peaked, pink and excited, from its hood.
Sam didn't reply, save a grunt.
"Um," moaned Jackie, enjoying the hard cock sliding over her aching holes. She dipped a pair of fingers just lower than her clit, slid them easily into the wet heat within. Sam's balls bounced, close and suede-soft, against her knuckles.
At that moment, the android gripped her rump, hard. His fingers clenched, un-clenched, squeezed hard, dimpled the pillowy flesh. The Specialist moaned, putty in those hands. Bubbles blossomed, flew out in flurries from where the cock mock-fucked her slick rump.
"Jackie," said Sam, quite shallowly.
"Hmm?" said Jackie, finger-fucking herself, producing little squishes.
"Do you want me to ejaculate on your back?"
"Um, yes." Jackie's face screwed up in pleasure. "I want to you cum for me again, Sam. Show me those new balls have more sugar for me."
"Yes, Jackie;" Sam's teeth gritted. His legs tensed. He thrust hard, twice. The head of his cock poked up to lay on Jackie's tailbone, and, quivering, shot three ample lines of sugary cum all the way up to her shoulder blades.
Jackie, knuckles-deep in herself, felt the hot, tiny impacts splatter her back, heavier than the diffuse shower stream. She thrust her fingers deep, curled them, moaned hard as heat and pressure built in her pelvis, exploded.
"I'm cumming too."
Both Jackie's knees buckled, slipped. A flash of panic nearly wiped the ecstatic open silent mouth expression from her face, but Sam caught her, held her close and strong as she came, eyes screwed up, O-mouthed, riding her own palm. As her orgasm faded, Jackie felt Sam ease her down. The android dragged his soft palms over her her tits, her belly, her hips, as he released her, then scrubbed the sticky-hot syrup from her back.
At that moment, the water quit. The touch panel beeped, read: Time until next shower ration: 18 hours.
Jackie turned, dripping, to kiss Sam's chest. "Good timing," she grinned.
"Quite," said the android. He leaned in, kissed her atop the head. Simultaneously, he reached over her back, pressed a key on the touch panel labeled Dry. Hot, soft air buffeted the two from nearby vents above and below. Jackie chuckled wryly as her hair flew up and fluttered, fluffily, about her face. Sam caught the bulk of it in his hands, pressed the fluffy halo down and against Jackie's neck as he pulled her in for a kiss. In moments, they were dry. Their lips parted.
"How is your leg, my dear Specialist?"
Jackie lifted, wriggled her thigh in its waterproof bandage. "Sore, but fine."
"Good. We must supply you with sustenance and return to work."
"Yes, please. I'm hungry." Jackie smiled, coy. "It's a shame we have to get dressed, though."
Sam stepped from the shower, collected red crew jumpsuits, white underwear, and rubber-soled socks from the wall closet. "Were I tasked with determining crew standards, Jackie, I would permit you to work the comms station perfectly nude. And I would enjoy watching you." He handed her a pile of clothes. "However, I do not. I will have to relegate my admiration of your bare form to our hours of sleep and recreation."
At that, Jackie blushed. She stepped into a pair of panties.
"Will you sleep with me sometimes, Sam?"
Sam cocked his head at her. He had just finished zipping up the front of his close-fitting jumpsuit.
"I mean," said Jackie, before he could respond. "It's cold on this station, and I'm pretty sure your basal temperature is higher than mine."
Sam smiled, paused before responding. He held up Jackie's jumpsuit, helped her step into it, tugged it snug where it needed to fit round her hips and ass. With a lingering touch, he pulled the zipper up her front, then wrapped a hand round her waist. Jackie blushed all the while.
"I would take pleasure in holding you at night, Specialist," he said, releasing her. "So long as that closeness fulfills your requirements for comfort, I will enjoy it as well."
"Oh," said Jackie. She turned, quite pink. "I think that'd fulfill what I need quite well." She found herself staring at the android's chest, straining at its red-jumpsuit housing.
She blinked. With a start, she grabbed Sam's hand, made her way out of life support. She grinned, felt quite light.
"Let's get some food. I'm, uh, starving!"