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 Part 2 - Demon

   Predictably, we were in bed when someone started knocking on the door.

   I'd laid down for a mid-afternoon nap after a long workout session, and
Lisa decided to "nap" with me, and pretty soon we were fooling around
instead of trying to sleep.

   So I'm on top, thrusting away, and our hands are all over each others'
backs, and my tongue is sliding around in her mouth, and she's moaning and
whimpering as we approach another simultaneous orgasm, and the knocking on
the front door turns into impatient pounding, loud enough that we can't
pretend not to hear anymore.

   We both groaned as I pulled myself out and up onto my feet and started
putting on my clothes.  "Do you think it could be dangerous?" I asked her
as she stood up.

   "It is unlikely that assassins would knock on the front door," she said
without a hint of sarcasm.  "Still, it could be designed to separate or
distract us.  I will come with you."

   Well, that was fine, unless I looked as roughed-up as she did.  I
smoothed down her hair and she messed with mine, and we smiled at each
other as we walked to the door.

   More pounding on the door was taking place, and now that we were close I
could hear swearing.  Lots of swearing, kind of an olympic-class effort, in
a deep female voice.

   I gave Lisa a confused look and then opened the door, revealing...a sex
bomb.  Standing there was a very curvy redhead in a low-cut black dress. 
I'm not usually that crazy about boobs, but Jesus, this girl had some
serious boob action happening.  A dead man would have noticed.  A robot
would notice, I thought with a smile, and then glanced at Lisa to see that
she had, indeed, noticed both the boobs and my noticing.  She looked pissed
again.  Shit.

   "It's about fuckin time!  Christ almighty!" the redhead drawled.  She
took a heavy drag on a cigarette.

   "What do you want?" I said impatiently.  There didn't seem to be any
need to feign politeness.

   "Christ, you rude bastard!  Can't I come in?" She blew the smoke into my
face.

   "He is not a bastard," Lisa corrected her.  Always so helpful and
informative..."His parents were married.  Also, that smoke is not good for
him."

   "Shut up, Twiggy," said Red.  This bugged me, and I crossed my arms in
the age-old gesture of "not friendly".  "Why should I let you in, you
twit?"

   "I need to talk to you, and you're going to die if you don't hear what I
have to say.  Is that good enough for you?"

   Huh.  A month ago I would have told her to fuck off, but after the
weirdness of Lisa I was a little more inclined to listen to ideas about my
life being in danger.  Behind me, Lisa said, "I think you should let her
in. If she is a problem, I will remove her."

   The redhead smiled, but didn't react to this claim.  "Fine, come in," I
said.  Immediately she raised a hand and pushed past me.  "Got anything to
drink in this dump?"

   "Uh, water, milk, tea..."

   "Jesus.  I said something to drink.  I'm not a fuckin
kindergartener...Is that vodka up there?"

   It was indeed vodka - a dusty old bottle of the cheap stuff I'd never
opened, since it would have been counter to Lisa's attempts to harden me
up. "...Yeah, fine, I'll open it for you." I went into the kitchen and got
a clean glass.

   "And some ice," she ordered.  "You have no idea how much I love ice."

   "Right.  Since you asked so politely..." I finished up her glass of
vodka with a few ice cubes.

   "Fuck you.  Thanks." She took the glass, swirled it around once, and
then emptied it in one chug.

   "Ahhhh!  Fuckin love ice.  You don't even know how hard it is to get ice
where I'm from."

   "Where would that be?" I asked, trying to humor this strange apparition.

   "Hell," she said.

   "Okay, you don't have to tell me..."

   "No, I'm not swearing.  This time.  I'm from Hell.  I'm a demon."

   Jesus.  Not more of this shit.  One the one hand, living with a sex bot
made it a little harder to immediately dismiss other insane claims.  On the
other hand, what could the odds be of two impossible women deciding to
knock on my apartment door?  This was getting ridiculous.

   "You're a demon."

   "That's right, baby," she said proudly, sticking her hands on her hips
and her tits even more forward.  "I'm a succubus."

   A succubus.  The seducer of men.  Well, she had the body for it.  And
her foul mouth wasn't going to make her popular in church.  Still.  What
the fuck?

   "A succubus, right.  And what is this vital information you have for me?
You're going to save my life somehow?"

   "Right to the point, that's my kinda man!" she laughed.  Her voice was a
bit low and sultry, but not hoarse, despite the smoking habit.  After all
these days living with Lisa, it was a bit weird to see someone so open and
animated.  And jiggly.  She wasn't fat, but there was definitely some junk
in her trunk.

   "The fact is, you've come of age.  And that means some very bad people
are going to be looking to kill the shit out of you."

   I sighed.  I swear I've never done a damned thing to make anyone
anywhere want to kill me.  Was I born under a bad sign?

   "You were born under a bad sign," she confirmed.  "Didn't you ever
wonder about all those sixes in your birthdate?"

   Well, shit.  Yeah, it had raised a few eyebrows, the three sixes.  But
that was just a movie, right?

   "I've come of age?  I'm fucking thirty five."

   "Yep, that's the ticket.  You're now eligible to press your claim to the
throne."

   "Which throne?" I asked, though I had a sinking feeling I knew.

   "The throne of Hell.  You could be king!  Well, not really, I mean look
at you.  Not much there.  I think you're, like, seventy-eighth in line to
take the big guy's place.  He got around a lot, you know."

   "I guess he would," I said with a grimace.

   "Yeah, and in thousands of years of squabbling, only one guy ever
managed to take the throne from somebody else.  But that doesn't stop
people from trying.  And now that you're fair game, they're going to be
coming after you, just to improve their chances."

   Awesome.  Just great.  "Lisa, is this related to the assassins who've
been after me all month?" I asked.  She'd been silent so far.

   She had a strange look on her face, but she said, "No, the assassins who
I protect you from are not from Hell.  Hell is a human psychological
construct.  It does not exist."

   "Tell that to the boss," said Red.  "Mind if I smoke in here?"

   "Yes!" I shouted simultaneously with Lisa.

   "Fine, fine, fuck.  You don't have to yell.  Top up my glass at least?"

   I poured her some more vodka, and she went on, "Look, sweetheart -
what's your name?"

   "Lisa," said Lisa.

   "Lisa, sweetie, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, or what
bullshit story you've been telling this guy, but I'm the real deal and so
are the guys who want him dead.  You should just clear on out of here for
your own good."

   Lisa blinked.  I grimaced, and tried to head off the explosion I felt
coming.  "Lisa's not going anywhere.  And how about telling us your name?"

   "Sophia," the redhead answered.  "Call me Sophie."

   "Sophie, Lisa here has already proved herself to me, which you haven't.
Her assassins are real, and she's tougher than she looks.  Try not to piss
her off."

   "Look, asshole, I've been around a long time.  I know tough girls and I
know how to take care of myself.  I was there egging her on when Katherine
the Great decided to fuck that horse.  I whispered in Joan of Arc's ear
when she was waiting to burn.  I was humping Marc Fuckin Anthony when he
teamed up with that bitch Cleopatra.  I know tough chicks, and this one
ain't scary."

   "I thought that horse thing was just a legend?" I started, but Lisa
interrupted me by standing up.

   "Watch it, Twigs..." Sophie hissed with a wary look.  But Lisa just
looked at her coolly while striding past to the fridge.  She repeated her
previous demonstration.  (This time her hand came back clean - with her
help I'd been doing a much better job keeping the place up.)

   "Shit.  Okay, you are tougher than you look.  What the fuck exactly are
you?"

   "I am a robot," Lisa said.

   "A robot!  Get the fuck outta town!  Really?" Sophie grinned and swigged
back the last of her vodka.

   "Really.  And I am not getting out of town.  My mission is to stay here
and protect this man, and I am not going to leave my mission."

   "Well, then, you're gonna have company, Toots, because my job is to stay
here and protect him too, and I'm not leaving my mission either.  More
vodka?" she asked, hopefully.

   I groaned as I reached for the bottle.  "You're going to protect me? 
What are you going to do, fuck the bad guys to death?"

   "If need be," Sophie replied, swirling her glass at me, "I've done it
before.  I was planning to just kick the shit out of them, though.  The
older the demon, the tougher the demon.  And I'm pretty damned old." I
paused and gave her a look - she looked late twenties, tops - and then
dropped some more ice in her glass.

   "Man, I fuckin love ice," she growled.  "This is good shit, too.  You're
a man after my own heart, what'd you spend on this bottle, five bucks?"
Well, yeah, it was rotgut.  "Anyway, I'm smart, I'm experienced, I know how
to fight and I know magic too.  These dipshits can't think of a move I
haven't seen ten times before.  You'll be safe with me."

   "So you're...staying here?  Too?  Indefinitely?" I felt a bit of
deja-vu.

   "That's right, sugar.  We're going to be real cozy here, me and you and
the toaster girl and your cheap-ass vodka."

   "You are not going to be cozy here," Lisa said.  "You are not a demon
and you are not from Hell, because these things are not real.  You are a
crazy woman and you should leave."

   Sophie got a mean look on her face, but I jumped in again, saying "You
know, she's got a point.  She picked up the fridge.  Can you, you know,
prove yourself somehow?  I'm not quite crazy enough to believe in demons
without some kind of evidence."

   Sophie sighed and raised an eyebrow.

   "Come on, it's not that unreasonable.  I'd have to be an idiot to buy
your story at face value.  For all I know you're just a vodka addict with a
foul mouth and a weird story."

   "Fine.  Fair enough.  You know...when Satan asked Jesus for proof of his
powers, he just got told to fuck off."

   "You're not Jesus," I said with a smile.  "Show me something.  Pull a
rabbit out of your bra."

   "Too easy," she said with a grin.  "I could hide an elephant in there."
No kidding.  "Let me do something a little harder to fake."

   She held one hand out in front of her and got a look of concentration on
her face.  At first nothing happened, and Lisa cleared her throat. 
"Patience, Robo, patience..." Sophie said quietly, not breaking her intense
stare.

   And then there was a shimmer, like a heat mirage, in the air, right in
front of her hand.  And then it got bigger, and shimmerier, and then it
seemed to be reflecting colors and shapes that weren't in my apartment at
all, and then there was a horrible, faint sound in the distance - like a
choir of children screaming out of tune - and then there was a hole,
hanging in space, in front of her hand.

   I don't know exactly what Hell looks like, but it was pretty easy to
believe that place was in Hell.  It looked...bad.  It was fucking
disturbing.  Fire.  Shadows.  Torment.  I won't go into detail, mostly
because my mind started to shut down almost immediately and I don't
remember most of it.

   Now, you could fake something like that.  George Lucas puts on a better
show all the time.  But could you do it in my apartment, on a moment's
notice, without any gear?  And more importantly - could you create that
awful feeling in my gut, the sensation of hopelessness and despair, the
sickening nausea and fear?  That was the part that seemed most convincing -
not the light show, the inexplicable emotions.

   "Stop...stop!  You can stop now!" I croaked.

   Sophie twisted her hand with an odd gesture, and the hole shriveled up
to nothing.  I collapsed on the couch and started breathing again.

   "...I believe you," I said quietly after a while.

   "Yeah, it's not much fun the first time you see it, but it gets easier.
Kinda," Sophie said.  She seemed a little sad, a little upset, a little
sorry for me.

   "I do not understand," Lisa said.  "How did you do that?"

   "Demon," Sophie replied simply, with a grin.  Lisa shook her head.

   "I believe you," I repeated.  "You're a demon, and that was Hell.  You
don't need any more proof, and if you've got it I don't want to see it."

   "Cool.  So.  Can I see the bedroom?  Since I'm going to be staying here,
and all." Sophie popped a piece of bubble gum into her mouth and started
chomping noisily - I guess she needed something to do, if she couldn't
smoke.  Definitely an oral fixation.

   "You can sleep on the couch," Lisa declared with a fake smile on her
face.

   Sophie sighed.  "What are you, his girlfriend?  You're a robot, what the
fuck do you care where I sleep?"

   "I am not his girlfriend," Lisa replied, "but we do sleep together.  It
is good for my mission.  It promotes emotional bonding." I couldn't help
smirking a bit at all the "bonding" we'd been doing.  Officially, it might
have a practical purpose, but I was thoroughly convinced that Lisa enjoyed
our relationship for it's own sake.

   "Well, I could sleep on the couch, but I don't want to.  For one thing,
it's too fuckin small, and for another thing, I like to fuck.  I'm a
succubus.  I need to fuck.  If I'm not going to be fucking you, I'm going
to be dragging other guys home and fucking them.  On your couch,
apparently."

   "You should not do that," Lisa said.  "It would draw attention to us. 
We don't want any more visitors," and she said that last bit quite
pointedly.

   "Then I'll be fucking him.  Or I could fuck you, I guess, but that's not
as much fun," Sophie said.

   "I do not wish to have sex with you," Lisa said.  "I am not designed to
find females attractive, and sex with you would serve no purpose.  Also, I
do not like you."

   "Works for me.  But your man here might not have much strength left
after I'm through with him..."

   "Wait, wait.  You could literally kill me that way, right?  Can't
succubi drain all the life out of a guy with sex?"

   "I could, but I'm not going to.  The big guy himself sent me down here
to take care of you, and I'd be doing a pretty piss-poor job of that if I
fucked your life out.  I've had some of my mojo sealed away, actually, so I
won't get too carried away.  Your life is safe.  ...Not to say that you
might not feel some pain..." She ran her fingers down my chest with a
wicked grin.

   Okay.  Time out.  This woman was the ultimate seductress in every way -
body to die for, knows every trick in the trade, no morals to speak
of...there was no way to deny my desire here, and I wasn't going to try. 
But I was kind of stuck on Lisa, emotionally.  We had a thing going.  And I
was pretty sure Lisa was stuck on me too.

   The idea of having both of them, though...man.  Our sex had been
interrupted at just about the worst possible time, and my dick knew exactly
what my answer ought to be.

   "Lisa," I groaned, and then shook my head and said in a clear voice,
pulling Sophie's hand off my chest, "Lisa.  Are you...are you okay with
this?  I mean...if she has to stay here to keep me safe, and if she really
has to have sex all the time...there might not be a better solution."

   "Do you wish to have sex with this woman?" Lisa asked, and I knew the
right answer to this question, and I got it wrong anyway, because I told
the truth.

   "...Yes," I admitted guiltily.  Sophie chuckled.  Lisa blinked.

   "Then you should have sex with her," Lisa said.  "You know I want you to
be happy.  You should do whatever you want."

   "Right, okay, and I appreciate that..." I continued lamely, trying to
form coherent sentences while Sophie's fingers swirled around mine and she
stood forward to brush against me with those glorious tatas, "...but what
you want is important to me, too."

   "Having sex with her should improve your relationship," Lisa said
emotionlessly.  "It will cause you to work together better in a crisis."
Her words said Yes Yes, but her body's stance said No, No.

   "Well, then," I said, going for broke, "you should do it with us, so
that we can all work better together.  Right?" Sophie snickered and started
chewing on my ear, running one hand down toward my crotch.

   "That is correct," Lisa said after a pause.  "Would it make you happy to
have sex with both of us?"

   "Yes, yes it would," I stammered.  Dumb, maybe, but I was keeping up the
honesty, at least.

   "Very well," Lisa said, still sounding a bit cold, and started peeling
off her shirt as she walked stiffly to the bedroom.  Sophie cackled as I
pulled her in after me.

   ***

   That first session was confusing.  I was feeling a bit guilty about
hooking up with Sophie so easily and wheedling Lisa into joining us, but I
was also so excited to be doing it - had I been enchanted by the succubus'
powers?  Sure, why not, I thought, and mostly gave up resisting.

   Lisa reiterated that she was not designed to find females attractive, so
I assumed that our sex was going to be more of a 2 on 1 thing than a real
threesome.  As soon as we got into the bedroom I started reaching out for
Lisa's hands, only to find myself expertly grappled by Sophie the Octopus.
She drove her tongue into my mouth and kept my hands occupied with the
business of getting her dress off, and my face was too full of beautiful
redhead to see where Lisa was or what she was doing.

   Eventually we were both naked and I stared in absolute wonder at the
perfection of Sophie's breasts.  Seriously, they were a wonder of the
world, a miracle, proof of God's existence if ever there was one - well,
proof that Satan knew exactly what he was doing, really.  Lisa's boobs were
maybe a B at best, and I'd thought they were really all I'd ever need, but
these...probably no human woman has boobs this big unless they either sag
all to hell, or are pumped full of silicon.  But these were real, and
shapely without looking fake, and Oh My God.  I reached out hesitantly to
feel them, and she laughed.

   "Yeah, yeah.  They're real.  I know.  Go ahead, enjoy yourself," she
chuckled.

   Eventually I stopped caressing them, and their thick, pointy nipples,
long enough to look around the room for Lisa.  I'm a saint, I know. 
Anyway, she was lying naked on the bed, arms at her sides staring at the
ceiling.  She looked like a Methodist preacher's wife, trying to be as
disinterested in sex as possible without being uncompliant.  Kind of a
mood-killer, honestly.

   I closed my eyes with a sigh and pulled Sophie's wonderful curves into
bed.  It was a little crowded, but then privacy wasn't really the point
here.

   Lisa's eyes moved to mine as I kissed her, but her body remained
motionless and stiff.  I sighed again.  "Look, Lisa, I'm sorry.  You really
don't have to do this if you don't want to.  I don't have to do her,
either, we can find some other way to satisfy her." Sophie grunted in
annoyance at this.

   "I want you to have what you want," Lisa said.  "You should have sex
with us."

   "Alright, if you're going to be that way, fine.  But you can't just lie
there like a board."

   "How would you like me to lie?" Lisa asked coldly, and I got a little
pissed.  I was pushing her unfairly, I knew, but if she was going to insist
this was okay, and then act like a jerk...I knew she was unhappy, but I
decided that if she was going to pretend otherwise, I was going to play
along.  Only fair, right?  Yeah, not really, but it's what I did anyway. 
I'm a jerk.

   "Stop being a jerk and sit up.  I want to take turns kissing you both,"
I said, a bit roughly.  She blinked, and then loosened up and did what I'd
told her to.

   Again, the tension had decreased a little, and I wasn't sure why.  I was
starting to feel like there was a pattern to her moods though.

   Anyway...the day went on from there.  I sat in a little circle with
them, kissing them and playing with their tits while they played with my
dick.  My mouth traveled around those two heavenly creatures, sucking on
ears and nipples and lips.  Sophie liked to bite, which I enjoyed quite a
bit.  Lisa slowly relaxed more and more and began sighing and kissing me
back as my hands slid up and down her back.  Sophie giggled when I slurped
on her tits and drew in her breath when I brought my own teeth to bear on
her earlobe.  And they made a nice "Mmmmm" sound in unison when I slid my
hands down and began rubbing their pussies.  I started to think it was all
going to go well after all.

   After quite a lot of enjoyable foreplay, I laid them down next to each
other and took turns doing them both missionary style.  Despite all those
centuries of use, Sophie's pussy felt wonderfully tight, not to mention
sloppy wet and hellishly hot.  Lisa responded well, though she was a little
more reserved than usual.  Whichever girl I was not fucking, I was
fingering, trying to keep both plates spinning in the air at the same time,
so to speak.  Sophie's writhing was...mesmerizing.  She seemed to have
several orgasms and, at one point, drew blood from her own lip with her
teeth.  Lisa, as usual, came when I did, and I made sure that it happened
when I was in her.

   Sophie moaned at this with a bit of disappointment, and as soon as I
pulled out, she reached over and began scooping up the semen with her
fingers.  She rubbed it into her boobs and then, gathering more from my
penis with her hand, brought her fingers to her mouth to lick clean.  I
stared in awe - she really might be the perfect woman...in bed.

   Then she reached over and pushed her fingers into Lisa's snatch, causing
an instant reaction.

   "I do not wish to have sex with you...!" Lisa gasped, as Sophie's
fingers swirled around expertly.

   "Relax, homophobe," Sophie replied, "I'm just getting the cum out.  I
love this stuff even more than ice."

   I blinked.  "Is this a succubus thing or something?"

   "Yep," Sophie said, "It's like crack for me.  Actually, it's more like
food for me.  The more sex I have, the stronger my mojo gets." She rubbed
her sticky fingers all over her mouth, staring smokily into my eyes the
whole time, and I gulped.

   "So...semen makes you stronger?"

   "Not just semen, any sex.  If I just stayed here in the bedroom and
played with myself all day, it'd be like trickle-charging your car battery.
Having sex with someone else, feeling their emotions, that'd be the same
thing only stronger - like if I got busy with Gidget here," she said,
pointing at Lisa, who frowned and pulled a bit of bedsheet over herself. 
"But semen is the best.  I'm a succubus, I'm made to suck the juice out of
men.  I absorb it and it's like...like crack.  And I know from crack." I
looked at her tits, and sure enough, the semen had already vanished -
sucked into her skin?  "It's ten times stronger this way than doing it by
myself.  If you fuck me a few times a day and give me the old protein
milkshake, I'll be supercharged in a week or two, ready to really kick some
demon ass."

   Like I needed a reason to have more sex with her.  With them.  Shit! 
Lisa, what did I just do?

   I looked at my "girlfriend" and found her staring curiously at the
demon. She didn't seem nearly as pissed as I expected.  Eventually she
turned to me and asked casually, "Do you like her breasts?"

   Jesus, honey, I'm not blind.  "I don't think a man on Earth exists who
could say he doesn't like those breasts," I admitted, and then realized the
hyperbole was probably not going to be appreciated.

   "I am sorry my breasts are not as wonderful," Lisa said with a sigh. 
"Perhaps if they were, you would have been satisfied with my sexual
performance." She crawled out of bed and began putting her clothes back on.


   "Lisa, wait..." I called, but she left the bedroom.

   "She seems pretty touchy, for a robot," Sophie said.  "Still, she's
right, her boobs ain't much.  Mind if I smoke?"

   "Shut up," I said absently, "and you can't smoke in my apartment.  Go
outside if you want a cigarette."

   "Humph," Sophie said, as she got up.  I was temporarily distracted from
my troubles by the sight of her delicious, round booty as she gathered up
her things and left the bedroom, and then was left alone with my guilt and
frustration.

   ***

   So, for a while, things kind of went like this.  During the day, there
was more training - Sophie seemed pleased at our self-defense lessons,
though she tended to interrupt saying things like "Leonidas showed me how
to counter that move, if you just do this..." or "If you try that against a
Boralis demon he'll hand you your ass, honey." She never seemed to think it
might not be helpful to mention weird demon shit we knew nothing about, and
she never got tired of outrageous name-dropping.  Half of her conversations
seemed to be bragging about how just last month, she was fucking this
famous historical personage...

   "So two weeks ago when I was fucking George Washington -" Sophie
started, only this time I interrupted her.

   "George Washington is in Hell?" I asked, breathing hard, while punching
some hand targets Lisa was holding.

   "Of course, honey, all the cool kids are in Hell.  Only losers go to
Heaven.  They say those angels are all celibate, can you believe it? 
Celibate, for eternity!  What a gyp."

   "Don't say 'gyp'," I panted, throwing a hook and dodging Lisa's
counter-swipe, "it's offensive to gypsies.  They're not all thieves, you
know."

   "The fuck they ain't," Sophie laughed.  "Nobody ever heard of a gypsy in
Heaven.  As soon as they get down there with us, they just start ripping
off demons.  One time this kid actually tried to pick Nick's pocket, it was
the ballsiest shit I ever saw..."

   "Fuck's sake," I growled, and finished my fifty punches with another
right cross.  "Take a break," Lisa advised me.  She rarely got involved
with our weird demon discussions, and if pressed, still insisted that Hell
did not exist.

   I nodded, sucking air, dripping sweat, and tried to shake out my arms. I
was starting to get kinda toned from all this exercise.

   Anyway, after Lisa's workout session it was time to study the arcane
arts with Sophie - my other training.  Sophie herself had zero patience for
the time-honored traditions of meditation or studying ancient languages,
but she insisted that I do it myself as a background to various summoning
and banishing rituals.  She taught me the names of various demons and
devils in the hierarchy of Hell, their habits and powers, and other weird
stuff.  Most of it didn't seem too practical, but apparently it was all
part of the "know your enemy" strategy.  And I did a good job picking it up
- I've always been a good student, and Sophie's teaching strategies
were...effective.  If I remembered some detail from the day before
correctly, she gave me a nice, long kiss, and let me feel her up while I
was doing it.  If I got something wrong, there was some kind of negative
reinforcement, like a bite or a scratch or a slap that was just slightly
too hard to be fun - slightly.

   I never saw her drink anything but cheap liquor, or eat anything except
rare meat and chocolate.  She smoked two packs of cigarettes a day,
grumbling every time she had to step out the door.  Somehow her breath
didn't stink, though.  In fact, she smelled kind of...spicy, and sweet. 
Like Hot Tamales or something.

   The sex was more complicated, and often ended up similarly to the first
time.  Lisa always refused to admit that she didn't like sharing me, but
almost invariably got jealous about something and walked out in a huff. 
The problem was that Sophie always wanted to do some new, nasty thing, and
I was always excited to try it, and then Lisa would ask "Why did you never
ask me to do this with you?  I would be happy to," and...how could I
explain?

   They were so different.  Sophia was exciting because she was so nasty,
and I wanted her to demand new, perverted sex acts.  Lisa was, like, my
girlfriend.  Kind of.  I liked the idea that she was relatively innocent,
and found her reluctance to be a guilty pleasure.  I didn't want her to ask
me to sodomize her, for instance, and I didn't want to nag her into it.  I
wanted it to come up on its own, eventually, if it ever did.

   Sophie, of course, demanded that I "fuck her up the ass" by about the
third time we were in bed.  And I wasted very little time in rolling her
over, slapping her gorgeous butt a few times, and burying my dick up to the
hilt in her back door, enjoying her hiss of delight.

   "Do you wish to fuck me up the ass?" Lisa asked as she watched us
getting into it.

   "...Shit," I responded sagely, "Yeah, I'd like that...whuf, whuf."

   "Yeah, fuck me, you bastard!  Get it up in there!" Sophie cried.

   "He is not a bastard," Lisa started to explain for the tenth time, but I
cut her off.  "She knows, honey, she's just...uh!...being figurative.  It's
called dirty talk.  You slut!" I added, slapping the ass some more.

   Sophie grunted happily as I drilled into her butt, moaning about what a
slut she was and how much she loved my bastard cock.

   "Do you wish me to talk dirty to you?" Lisa asked.  She seemed
mesmerized by the sight of Sophie's face, contorted in a mix of pleasure
and discomfort as I continued spanking and squeezing her ass.

   "Uhm...uh!...uh!...not really, honey.  I like the way you sound just
fine."

   "Fuck meeee!" Sophie wailed.  This conversation was a fucking mess.

   "I see," Lisa lied.  "Would you like to fuck me in the ass now?"

   "Sure, honey.  Get down next to her so I can switch between you.  And
don't say 'fuck me in the ass', say 'sodomize'.  I like it better when you
sound like a robot."

   "I see," she said again after a pause, and got on all fours.  I pushed
them together so their bodies were touching, pulled out of Sophie's
butthole (she groaned in dismay, until I refilled her hole with my thumb),
and began working my way into Lisa's ass.

   It was tight.  Really tight.  "You gotta relax, baby," I said, as she
grunted in obvious pain.

   "I am sorry," she cried, "I will try harder...Uh!" and she gasped loudly
as I finally pushed the head in.

   I tried to go slowly, easing in and out of her ass, letting her get used
to it.  Her hands squeezed the sheets and her face seemed to show only
pain. I was a bit surprised, really - wasn't she designed to make me happy?
Why had her mysterious creators made sure it would hurt to have sex like
this, was there a reason to make her feel pain?

   "It's...uh!...I am happy to...to do this for you," she gasped.  Maybe it
was supposed to be difficult to talk her into it, to make it more naughty?
Or maybe they'd just mapped her robot senses directly to a real human
woman's, without worrying about all the details.

   Sophie, meanwhile, was humping back against my hand, desperately trying
to get our rhythm back.  I cupped my fingers around and gave her what my
friends call the "bowling ball" grip, two in the snatch, one in the butt.
She hummed appreciatively.

   I slowly ground in and out of Lisa for a while, and it felt pretty great
- and I knew that if I felt good, her system would make sure she felt good
too.  The grunting she was making sounded a bit confused, which I assumed
was due to the conflicting sensations.  Eventually, I pulled out and drove
forcefully back into Sophia, who cried out, "Yeah, yeah!  Fuck your slut in
the ass, baby!" Jesus, the shit we say during sex.

   I tried to give her a good, hard reaming - marveling at my fortunes,
humping these two beautiful women in the ass - and reached down to rub
Lisa's pussy, to make sure she didn't go unattended.  She whimpered
gratefully and, as I finally grabbed Sophie's ass hard and shoved in,
dumping my load up her butt, they both came together with me - Lisa because
she always came with me, and Sophie because she usually came about every
five minutes.

   ***

   Another time, it was about pubic hair.  Lisa had some, in a big natural
brown patch, and Sophie's ginger hair was carefully shaved into one of
those silly "landing strip" shapes.  I was rubbing it after a nice long
session, and Sophie whispered, "would you like to shave me?"

   Fuck, yes.  I kissed her hard, and we dragged each other into the
bathroom, Lisa following behind in confusion.  I sat Sophie down on the
toilet seat and got out her razor and shaving cream, and went to work.

   It was kind of like destroying a work of art - her pubes were very, very
red, and that's not easy to find - but it was too much fun to resist.  I've
always wanted to do this, and a totally shaved pussy is hard not to
appreciate.

   "Would you like to shave me too?" Lisa asked, and I whimpered slightly.

   "Of course, honey.  I'll do you next."

   "Why did you not say so before?" she pouted.  "I would have been happy
to do this."

   "I...didn't think of it," I lied.  Shit.  Could she tell when I lied?  I
wondered if she could analyze my voice or something.

   "Liar," Sophie called with a grin as I washed the shaving cream off her
mound and wiped up with a towel.  I glared at her, then planted a kiss on
the smooth skin.  She sighed and ran her hands around my head, but I pulled
her up off the toilet and plunked Lisa down in her place.

   Shaving Lisa was slightly more difficult, mostly because Sophie kept
running her hands over my body and licking my ear.  I managed not to cut
the skin, though.  When I was done, Lisa looked down at her crotch with
curiosity.

   "Is this more attractive to you?" she asked me.  Instead of replying, I
looked her in the eyes, and started licking.  Lisa stiffened and then
sighed as I ate her pussy.

   Is it weird, going down on a robot?  What's the point, really?  In a
way, it's kind of like giving your dildo a blowjob.  Well, she seemed to
enjoy it, and that's enough for me.  I've always liked giving oral sex, and
her hairless pussy was very inviting.  She tasted real, though there was a
slight metallic tinge somewhere, unless I was imagining it.

   Squatting on the floor behind me, Sophie continued her assault, pinching
my nipples, fucking my ear with her tongue, and eventually jerking me off.
In the end, Lisa and I both came again, my body jerking as I dripped cum
into Sophie's hand, which she greedily consumed, licking her lips and
humming.  I think I said something witty, like "Nnnrrrrgh."

   ***

   Eventually, the inevitable happened, and I decided to talk Lisa into
some lesbian activities.  I'd started to wonder if her lack of "attraction
to females" was just as much of a facade as her insistence that our
relationship was only important to her for practical purposes.

   Sophie, obviously, would be no problem.  She'd fuck anything that moved.

   So the next time we were all in the bed together and things started to
get going, I simply said, "Lisa, I'd like to see you two kiss."

   Lisa looked startled, and then irritated.  "I am not designed to..."

   "Yeah, I know.  But even if you don't really get off on it, I'd like to
watch.  Would you do it for me?"

   I'm a bastard.  I knew that her need to make me happy would outweigh her
distaste for Sophie.  I also knew I was being unfair again.  But being
unfair had worked out okay last time, right?

   Knowing she kind of had to do what I say was a terrible source of
temptation sometimes.

   Lisa sighed and said, "If it makes you happy, then I will do it." She
rolled over a bit to face Sophie, who was smirking at me knowingly, and
then laid there, eyes closed, waiting to be kissed.

   Sophie rolled her eyes and leaned in for the smooch.  She was gentle at
first, but insistent.  Her hands traveled to Lisa's face and her fingers
slid softly around.

   In case you haven't guessed, Sophie knows more about seduction than any
human could hope to learn in a lifetime.

   As I stroked her back and side, Lisa began to unstiffen and got into the
kiss a bit, sighing softly, and before long Sophie was getting her tongue
involved - carefully, delicately, not like when she used it with me and
tried to choke me with it.

   Man, this was good.  I lay there behind Lisa for a while, just watching,
occasionally rubbing my dick on her buttcheek, content to wait for my turn
to come.

   Sophie was only so patient, and before long she started kissing her way
down Lisa's body.  I hadn't explicitly asked for anything more than a kiss,
but this was, of course, exactly what I wanted to see.  I brushed Lisa's
hair back from her face and kissed her neck, trying to be part of the
experience without interrupting it, as Sophie began sucking at her tits.

   Lisa was breathing a bit hard, and looked into my eyes, searching for
something.  I guess she found it.  We began kissing passionately, and my
fingers found her hand and squeezed.  Somehow it was romantic and dirty at
the same time, and I loved it.

   Soon Sophie was pushing Lisa's thighs apart so she could get to the good
stuff, and Lisa got nervous again.  I squeezed her hand and slid my other
arm around her as she protested, "I do not...uh...I do not find
you...ah...attractiiiiiioooh!  I do not!  I do not..."

   "Shh, it's okay, baby, I'm right here.  She's just going to make you
feel good." I don't know how comforting that was, but it made sense at the
time.

   "Mmmm...females are not...mmm...attractive to meeee...."

   I continued to hold her and stroke her hair while her nonsense turned
into gasps and moans and, eventually, a small orgasm.  It was hard to get
Lisa to come unless I did.

   Sophie reared up, licking her lips, and said, "There, that wasn't so
bad, was it honey?"

   "Nnnnngh," Lisa replied, with her eyes closed, and then, "I did not
enjoy it at all." Well, that clinched it, the robot could lie.  Cool.  And
scary.

   "Don't know what your hangup is, you're already crossing the barrier
between organic and inorganic life when you two get busy.  Lesbianism seems
pretty tame compared to that."

   "Yes, thank you Sophie, I'm sure that will make her feel better.  Come
here."

   "Whatever you say, lover," Sophie said with a grin, and gave me a big,
sloppy kiss.

   "...Do you...wish me to give her oral sex now?" Lisa said eventually,
breaking us up.

   "Now that you mention it..." Sophie began, but I stopped her, saying
"Maybe next time, honey.  Let me take care of you both for now."

   ***

   The next time, it was watersports.

   Basically, it happened like this.  Lisa kept up her usual pleasant habit
of waking me up with an early morning blowjob, only now she had help. 
Sophie's mouth would be busy elsewhere, sleepily sucking on my ear or my
nipples or my nuts while Lisa slurped away.  Mornings had really become
something to look forward to.

   Anyway, one morning after they finished up - Sophie lying on her back,
contentedly rubbing semen into her tits, while Lisa snuggled with her head
on my chest - I sighed and started to get up.

   They both groaned, and endeavored to keep me prone.  I struggled in vain
for a few seconds, and then surrendered to the world's most comfortable
prison.

   "Look, ladies, this is great, but I really need to pee.  You're going to
have to let me get up."

   "Huh-uh," Lisa pouted.  She ran her fingers over my tummy.  I had an
idea where she'd learned that helpful phrase - from the world's worst role
model, sucking her fingers while lying on my other arm.

   "Sorry, kid, looks like you're not going anywhere," Sophie announced. 
"You'll just have to pee."

   "In bed?  I'm not cleaning that shit up," I said.  "This place already
stinks without ruining the mattress."

   Sophie stopped sucking for a second and then rolled over, looking
directly into my eyes.  "Want me to take care of it?"

   God damn it.  It was like she knew every little weird secret fantasy I'd
ever had.  Probably some kind of empathic trickery.  "Are you saying what I
think you're saying?" I asked.  Lisa stirred on my other side, and I
wondered how this was going to turn out.

   Sophie didn't answer me - she just slid off the bed and knelt down,
placing her head at a convenient height.  "Get the fuck over here and piss
in my mouth," she said.

   Well, that was unambiguous.  I sat up, swung my legs around, and put my
morning wood in her mouth.  Lisa draped herself over my shoulder to watch,
curious about what we were doing.

   It took me a few seconds to make myself relax, but I did, and oh man. 
I'd dreamed of a woman letting me do this.  Physically it wasn't that
amazing of a sensation, but mentally, it was an incredible turn-on.  I just
sat there, urinating, and Sophie gulped it down thirstily, letting only
enough trickle down her chin and onto her breasts to make it that much
sexier.  I guess it shouldn't have surprised me, but I still couldn't
believe this woman sometimes.  I briefly considered proclaiming my undying
love for her, and then recovered my senses as Lisa asked right into my ear,
"Would you like to piss in my mouth as well?"

   Well, yeah.  "Uhm, not right now, trying to switch over would make a
mess...Ugh," I muttered, as Sophie sucked the last drops out of me.  God,
what a wonderful...demon.  "You can try it later if you want to."

   "I want to make you happy.  You should have told me before that you
wanted to do this."

   Sigh.  This again.  "Look, I didn't even think of it.  I don't...God
damn it, Lisa, stop right there!" I raised my voice a bit as she tried to
do her usual stomping away routine.

   Lisa looked back at me in surprise, but she stopped.  Sophie pulled
back, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, watching us warily.

   "I've had enough of this jealousy crap.  I don't want to have to spend
time convincing you that I like you, and I shouldn't have to, if you're
really only sleeping with me for practical reasons.  Stop pouting all the
time, I'm tired of it." Whew.  I do rant sometimes.

   But instead of getting pissed off - or even hurt, which I expected -
Lisa's expression seemed...confused.  And something else.  I'd seen it
before a few times.  Turned on?

   And finally, I put it together: some part of her liked being yelled at -
or was compelled to like it.  Every time I lost my temper with her, it
turned her mood around.  When I gave her orders, instead of being polite to
her, she actually responded more positively.  Was this something I should
have been doing all along?

   I resolved to try being more dominant with her.  Worst case,
she'd...well, worst case, she'd smash my skull like a grapefruit, but
probably it wouldn't come to that.

   "I am sorry to have disappointed you," she said, and seemed to mean it.
I felt bad, but then I pushed that feeling down and tried to be assertive
anyway.

   "Never mind that.  Get down on your knees.  If you want to try drinking
my pee, I'm sure Sophie has some left.  Give her a big sloppy kiss."

   Lisa hesitated for only a second, and then did what I'd asked without
saying anything.  Sophie arched an eyebrow, but when Lisa got close, she
dove in for the kiss eagerly.  Noisy tongue action ensued.  Sophie's hands
roamed.  Lisa whimpered.  A good time was had by all.

   "Good job," I said after a minute.  "Now go into the kitchen and get
breakfast started.  I'm going to jump in the shower with Soph, and then
we'll join you."

   "Okay," Lisa said, and she stood up and left, not bothering to dress.

   "Wow," Sophie said as we walked to the bathroom, "How'd you spot that
submissive thing she's got going on?  I didn't even notice, and that's kind
of my thing."

   "She's a robot," I replied with a shrug, "maybe your super sex senses
aren't tuned to the right frequency."

   "Huh," Sophie said.  "Her energy is pretty weird.  I wonder what else
I've missed." We closed the shower door and started soaping each other up.

   Life could be about to get a whole lot better, I thought as I squeezed
and fondled those lovely curves.