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My Life as a Teenaged Von Neumann Device	By : Toonspew Category: +M through R > My Life as a Teenage Robot Views: 21219 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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“This is most definitely not good.” Stated Brit, matter-of-factly. “Not good at all...”

“Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Brit?” asked Tiff, genuinely confused. She had assumed that any dirt on their nemesis XJ9 would be a good thing to have. But Brit's mind normally worked on a whole different level then Tiff's, and she had come to trust her cousin's intellect more then her own. Brit paced back and forth, thinking over the variables and formulating a plan. “This is just what always happens Tiff. We pick apart Jenny for being completely clueless about some aspect of teen life, then she comes back a few days later with some way to completely outdo us! It's like that fashion war fiasco all over again.” Brit paused, tapping a slender finger on her pursed lips. “And from what you've told me, she's well on her way to outdoing us once again. She's already found a boy-toy of reasonable popularity and looks... and from what you said you saw...?”

“Yeah, she was screamin' and hollerin' like she her head was about to come flyin' off. I don't know about you, but I ain't found a man that could make me cum like that. Hell, even I can't make me cum like that.” Tiff frowned, crossing her arms over her chest, now understanding why her cousin was perturbed. “No... neither have I...” said Brit thoughtfully.”But perhaps we don't need to. If Brad Carbuckle is truly such a stud, his talents are quite wasted servicing a pile of chrome, don't you think?” Tiff grinned, liking where this plan was going. “And if Jenny's new beau dumps her for someone else, she won't have much to brag about anymore... especially some of us other girls have already had a sample ourselves.” Tiff cackled, equally pleased with the chance to cause trouble as she was with the opportunity to fool around with Brad, whom she'd grown to appreciate since seeing him fucking Jenny the previous night. “So, you got a plan then?” She asked, eager to get started. Brit smirked evilly, “Tiff, when am I ever without a plan?”

Ah, another day of school successfully completed, thought Jenny. She smiled happily, feeling like she was in a perpetually good mood today. And why shouldn't she be? Sheldon's life was saved (even if with a rather unexpected result) and it was a huge weight off her chest. Add on top of that the fact that she was in her first normal, weirdness-free teen relationship with a great guy like Brad, and Jenny felt like she could take on the planet. It felt like whatever petty stresses she faced during the day would just melt away after a round or two of lovemaking with Brad. No wonder humans spent so much time trying to have sex!

“Hey Jen!” called Brad, appearing from a classroom door and approaching Jenny as she walked down the hallway. “Brad! How's it going? Wanna come over to see Sheldon with me?” Jenny answered, as Brad walked alongside her and gave her hand a quick, stealthy squeeze. Brad shook his head, “nah, I've got football practice today. Since you quit the team I'm the star player again, and this team needs me. It should only take ninety minutes or so. Maybe I'll stop by afterwords.” Jenny nodded. Then, after quickly looking around to make sure no one was looking, leaned over to give her boyfriend a peck on the cheek. “See you tonight then! Bye Brad!” she called, stepping out the front door of the school and rocketing off into the air.

Brad waved after her for a bit, then turned back into the school. Grabbing his gym bag from his locker, Brad reflected a bit on his friend Sheldon's situation. Even after he made a recovery, he was still stuck inside that robot body now. Yeesh... Brad had always said he'd trade places with Jenny any day, but that wasn't quite what he had meant. Brad always envied Jenny for her life as a super hero. As complicated as it could make things, he figured it would be more then worth it to have such an exciting life. But being in a robot body... was a life of adventure worth giving up your humanity? As these thoughts lingered in his head, Brad stepped into the locker room and was surprised at how quiet it was inside. Looking around inside he found it completely empty, even when he checked out the showers. Confused, he turned around to head back and was startled when he saw Brit Crust sitting on a bench with her legs crossed, looking straight at him. She wore a small khaki skirt that showed off her long, dark legs, and a tight yellow sweater that hugged her chest, emphasizing her chest enough that her breasts looked larger then average when compared to her small frame.

“Gk! ...sheesh, you scared me Brit. What are you doing in here anyway, this is the boys' changing room.” Brit casually examined her fingernails, acting unconcerned. “I required a chance to speak with you in private. So I arranged for the team's practice to be rescheduled for tomorrow afternoon instead. It's not a big deal really, and who cares if a girl is in here when there aren't any boys getting naked...?” Brit cocked an eyebrow, suggestively. Brad put down his gym bag, and leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed, looking sternly at Brit. Popular or not, Brad knew from Jenny's experiences with her that this girl could be trouble. “So what did you want to talk about?” asked Brad, thinking it best to get this over with. If she had gone to the effort of ambushing him like this, then it must be important.

“Well, it's come to my attention that you and the automaton have finally become an item. I must say I was surprised. I always thought you were capable of handling a real, live woman.” Brit subtly batted her eyelashes. Brad was taken by surprise... he and Jenny had agreed to keep their relationship a secret for now, both to avoid teasing from Tuck and to dodge any hostilities from people not open-minded enough to accept the possibility of human/robot romance. How had Brit found out? Seeming to sense his question, Brit explained. “Oh yes, Jenny is quite proud that she's managed to keep you all to herself. After all, having a stud like yourself on hand to 'oil her joints' has given her the popularity boost she's been craving for so long... and she does tell us how great you are in bed.”

“Jenny said that...?” asked Brad, stunned. He didn't know if he should feel flattered or betrayed. Maybe both were appropriate, if Brit was telling the truth. Brit smiled, continuing. “I guess it does explain why you never went after any of us girls who were sending you signals all the time. We were starting to think that perhaps you weren't interested in girls, but now we understand... you're just not interested in human girls.” Brad was incensed, his very sexuality threatened. Sure he liked Jenny, but it's not like he was some kind of technophile ...like Sheldon. And before that the girls thought he was gay? That's totally unfair! “What are you talking about, you girls never sent out signals.” Brit leaned back, propping herself up with her arms and puffing out her chest. “Of course we have been. Bradly... you can tell when girls are sending you signals, right?” Brit slowly, deliberately, uncrossed her legs, planting her raised foot on the bench. Brad could see right up her skirt, and what's more Brit knew full well exactly what she was showing.

“ ...drafty?” Brad gulped hard, unable to take his eyes off of Brit's shaved pussy, displayed lewdly right in front of him. Brit's beautifully darkened skin grew lighter towards her inner thighs, and Brad was sure he could see a sliver of tender pink flesh visible between Brit's chubby outer labia. Brit cleared her throat, forcing Brad to reluctantly make eye contact. “It's just such a shame though... now that you're going steady with Jenny, all of us single girls are being deprived. Your talents are being wasted on cold, hard metal... when they could be pleasuring hot... soft... flesh...” As she drew out each word, Brit's hand snaked down between her legs, gently touching herself, spreading open her pussy lips and revealing the tight pink hole within. Brad knew he probably looked like a total pervert, staring down at her bare crotch, but at the moment he was having a hard enough time keeping himself from whipping out his cock and beating off right there.

“Oh, maybe you can understand when a girl is sending you signals...” said Brit, getting up and sauntering over to Brad, swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner. Brad looked down and saw what she was referring to: the front of his pants were tented up, doing little to hide his massive erection. Very quickly Brit closed the distance between them. Brad pushed himself back against the wall to try to escape her touch, but Brit pressed in close, her sweater-covered breasts pressing against his chest. “What... w-what do you want, Brit?” asked Brad, his voice catching in his throat. Brit looked up at him, her dark brown eyes sparkling. “I want you.” She gasped, her voice a husky whisper, her right hand cupping the bulge in his pants and lightly massaging it. Brad was sweating from nerves and excitement. “But I'm dating Jenny... I can't...” he meekly replied, before Brit silenced him by placing her left index finger over his lips. “Shhhh...” she whispered, their faces close, “I just want a little taste... Jenny wouldn't mind that right? We wouldn't technically be having intercourse... I just want to feel your cream on my tongue....... please?”

Brad was overwhelmed. Brit's hand was doing a skilled job at jacking him off through his pants, if he didn't answer soon he might just finish anyway. But Brit looked so desperate for him... maybe it would just be a good deed, and no one would ever even know, right? “Well, maybe bu...” Brit immediately silenced him with a kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and holding it there with a hand placed on the back of his head. When she broke away from it, Brit said “Just relax and enjoy... you won't regret this...” before sliding down the front of Brad's torso and unbuckling his pants with both hands, wasting no time in pulling his cock free from it's confines and kissing the spilled pre-cum off the tip. “Mmmm, it really is a beautiful cock Bradly.” murmured Brit, licking up the length of the shaft before taking it into her mouth and slowly pushing it inside, working more and more past her lips as Brad's cock head forced it's way further into Brit's throat.

At last Brit's lips reached the very base of Brad's shaft, the full length of his penis surrounded by the warm soft confines of her mouth and throat. Brit's hands reached up between his legs and started massaging and caressing his balls, and Brit made a satisfied “mmmmm” sound. Brad felt himself already close to the brink... Brit must have an incredible control of her gag reflex to take him this deep. Then, Brit began swallowing over and over, her throat muscles undulating all around him. At the same time, he could feel her tongue stroking the underside of his shaft, sliding back and forth over it like it was a tiny hand jacking him off inside her mouth. A slow bobbing of her head completed the treatment, her tightly wrapped lips sucking and stroking at his stiff dick. Brad had never felt anything like this! Brit was obviously a pro... whatever that said about her. Brad began loudly moaning as he felt the cum bubbling up inside him, preparing to shoot. Brit seemed to know exactly what was happening, because she pulled her face off his crotch until the head of his dick was resting right on her lower lip, pointed into her wide open mouth. Her hand pumped his saliva-coated dick, until Brad groaned and shot big gobs of semen into Brit's mouth.

As Brad caught his breath, Brit stood up in front of him, her open mouth displaying the load of cum she had milked from him. When she saw him watching, she noisily swallowed it all in one gulp. Brit leaned forward and pecked Brad on the tip of his nose, “Thanks.” she said, grinning. “I don't suppose you'd like to return the favor now?” Now that he had orgasmed, Brad felt quite a bit more level headed, the fog of lust having been cleared from his mind. By the same token, he also started to realize the full guilt of what he had just done... well, what he had allowed to happen. “No... no thanks Brit. That was great and all, but I really should get going now. Aheh... heh... see ya around!” Brad lamely excused himself, grabbing his gym bag and heading straight for the exit. Brit watched him go, amused, and said nothing until after he had left.

“All right, come on out now.” Brit called. “Just a second!” Tiff's voice called back, muffled and oddly strained. “What?” said Brit, walking towards one of the lockers built into the wall, “What are you doing in there?” Yanking the locker door open, Brit found Tiff with her hand shoved down the front of her shorts, the outline of her hand making it obvious that her fingers were stuffed up her pussy and pumping in and out. Brit frowned, and Tiff blushed. “Sorry...” she explained, grinning sheepishly. “It was pretty hot watching you blow 'im...” “Whatever.” said Brit, dismissively, “just as long as you got the pictures, right?”
“Yeah, right here.” Tiff handed Brit the small camera she held in her other hand. “Excellent...” purred Brit, an evil smile appearing on her face. “This'll be just the thing to make Jenny wish she'd never heard of sex. Ha! Maybe she'll drop out of school and go join a nunnery.” Tiff strained to smile, her face flushed as her hand went back to work between her legs. “Hey Brit, you got's somethin' on yer cheek.” Brit felt her face with her hand, then wiped the offending bit of matter off with her finger. It seems she had let one of Brad's spurts miss the target, and it had clung to afterwords. “Here Tiff, you look like you need this more then I.” Brit offered, holding her fingertip out to her cousin, who eagerly licked up the little blob of semen.

Brit made a disgusted look, seeing Tiff masturbating openly in front of her. “You've been doing this a lot lately, watching people having sex. Are you developing some kind of fetish Tiff?” Tiff grunted an affirmative, adding “yeah... I think I gots a problem cuz. Or maybe I just got the hots for that Brad kid.” Brit scoffed, turning up her nose and chortling. “Please. He's far too... middle class for a Crust.” Brit shut the locker door on Tiff, leaving her to her self-pleasuring, and walked out of the changing room with her camera in hand.
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