Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: A robot malfunctions and escapes from its construction/testing facility in Hawaii. Sam Idel, the designer of the G2E, is called upon to stop the robot. Along the way, he encounters some outrageously gorgeous women who assist him in his task. Contains: Sex, Violence, Cheating, MILFs, Teens, Incest, and a Dangerous Robot. ____________________________|
EVIL ROBOT FROM THE SEA
Written by Norton5
Twenty dead guards, their bodies ripped to shreds, lay on the grounds at the robotics research facility on the outskirts of Honolulu, Hawaii. The robot called the G2E made its way to the beach. Anyone standing in its path was dispatched in a cold, ruthless fashion. As evening fell, it had trekked underwater four miles.
No one knew how the robot had malfunctioned, but it was clear that someone had to stop it before it came into contact with another human being again. The head of the United States Robotics Research Facility in Hawaii (USRRF) summoned Sam Idel on his cell phone.
Kayla Idel, eighteen years old, was happily riding Sam's - her father's - cock when his Nokia played the ring tone (the theme from old television show S.W.A.T.). It was the day after her birthday and she was in a cheery mood. She had dark chocolate skin just like her father and long silky black hair. They had finished lunch when she suggested that they play a game in her room. Sam had agreed to a little fun, but didn't suspect that she wanted to fuck daddy. Being a good father, not to mention the genius who designed a multi-million dollar super-smart android, he let her have her way.
They had kissed and cuddled while standing in her room. Her tongue searched his mouth and found his lying in wait. He let his hand rest on the top of her ass before applying pressure to gently squeeze it. He looked into her eyes and said, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm so lucky to be your father." She giggled and said, "That's right, and I'm lucky too. You're the greatest, smartest, sexiest dad in the world." They smiled at each other and kissed like lovers, their hands going everywhere on each other's body. Soon clothes got peeled off and they were fondling and kissing naked in the middle of Kayla's room.
Sam pushed his daughter a few inches away from him and examined her flawless body. His erect cock was pressed head first against the flesh of her entrance. "You like what you see, dad?" He nodded saying, "I like it very much, sweetie." She led him by the hand to her bed and they both got in. They sat for a few seconds eyeing each other in anticipation, wondering who was going to do what first.
Sam reach out his hand to her face and stroked it. "My beautiful Kayla." He moved in and kissed her while she stroked the back of his head. She layed down, eyes locked on him, and he opened her legs. Sam entered Kayla and she gasped as his cock made its way into her flesh. This wasn't her dad being cute with her. It was a force of nature at work - erotic love. He plowed into Kayla for ten minutes before exploding a gush of cum in her.
"Oh, yes, daddy. I love you." Sam turned her on her side and spooned behind her. She raised her leg to allow him access into her. Holding her leg up, Sam fucked his daughter in a spooned position for a delicious twenty minutes. Within that period, he would pause inside her and kiss her deeply, they tongued each other, then he would resume pumping his thing into her. "Sssyeah, daddy, fuck." She reached down to tap his balls as they bumped into her lower pelvis. "Mmmm." She watched as his cock moved back and forth through her. He stroked her hair then gripped it hard, aggressively thrusting into her, his balls smacking hard into her entrance. "Oh, dad, mmmm, nngg." He ejaculated in her for a second time.
Kayla got on all fours after a five minute pause. Sam got up behind her and she nudged his face with her ass and pussy, inviting him back in. "Oh yeah, baby." "Fuck me again, daddy!" she commanded. Cupping her breasts in two hands, Sam slipped inside Kayla from behind as she was on her hands and knees. He fucked her doggy style and squeezed her tits as he went. "Ah, ah, fuck, ah," Kayla cried. "Fuck, yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck." They bucked and slammed into each other for thirty minutes before they both climaxed at the same time.
Half-dozing for forty nine minutes, Kayla awoke first, wanting to ride her father's cock and give him a most pleasurable wake up call so he could see her beautiful naked body on top of him. Unfortunately, he opened his eyes just when the phone rang. His smile of happiness lasting only for two seconds.
Sam Idel watched his daughter stroke his cock gently and kiss it respectfully, affectionately while he listened to the bad news on the phone. His magnum opus had malfunctioned and now it was no longer on the facility, in fact, it was last seen walking into the water at a popular tourist beach. The voice of his boss, Harry Holmes, was the like the voice of a zombie. That's how he got when things went from normal to shitty.
"I want you to track it down, Sam." "Me?" "Yes, you. You built it, you know what it's capable of, and you know how it 'thinks'." "I'll need back up. A heavily armed team at the very least." "No way, Sam. I lost twenty men at the facility plus fifteen civilians who were unlucky enough to be in the way when your machine made its escape. No more people are going to be expended in the apprehension of this thing." "Except for me." "I'm not saying you're expendable. But its on you, Sam. You have to stop it and bring it back before anyone else gets hurt."
Harry gave him some more information, the most important one being the reported direction that the G2E was traveling when it was last seen. "In roughly twenty six hours, the G2E should be trudging up the coast of Zamoga. We've contacted the Zamogan government and they've agreed to hand over all authority in relation to this case to the United States, that means you, since you'll be travelling their to meet your brainchild and hopefully put a stop to its rampage." "All right, Holmes. I'm on it." "Oh, and before you go, you should know that the Zamogan's are a helpful bunch of people and they're particularly eager in assisting Americans whenever they can, but by no means are you to accept any help from them. You'll only be putting them in harms way and they're already in harms way." "Got it." "Have a nice trip. Happy hunting."
Sam landed in Zamoga International Airport on Tuesday, 10 pm. He travelled light with a small gray backpack. Looking at his watch, he estimated that the G2E was halfway to its predicted destination and should be on dry land in a matter of ten hours, give or take a few. He felt like he should be throwing up, but knew there was nothing to throwup but air.
"Mr. Eedel? You're Mr. Eedel, right?" Sam turned to see a strikingly gorgeous woman with night black hair and skin the color of white sand. Her eyes were slightly Asian-like and she wore a predominantly light green dress with white flowers on top, sleeveless, stopping mid-thigh. She must have been in her late thirties while Sam was in his early forties - five or six years older than her. She wasn't skinny, but she had meat in all the right places and her dress hugged her fine body tightly. Sam was afraid if she tried to powerwalk it would rip at the wonderful curves.
"Am I pronouncing your name correctly?" "No. It's pronounced like 'idol', but you can call me Sam." She smiled, "Okay. You can call me Lin. I'm an official from the Zamogan government assigned to assist you in whatever you need assistance with." Sam thought he would definitely like her assistance if it meant her removing her dress and underclothes to stand naked before him before he fucked her senseless.
He shook his head to dispel that line of thinking, causing her to ask, "Are you all right, Mr. Idel?" She pronounced his name correctly and he smiled. "I'm just fine thank you." She reached out a beautiful yet strong-looking arm, "Would you need help carrying your bag?" He shouldered it and shook his head. "I'll be fine. I just need transportation to a hotel." "I'll take you to the Oceanic Inn. Follow me to my car." She motioned for him to follow and took off at a business-like pace, her hips, ass, and legs moving so sexy-like. Sam watched her matching green flipflops move across the polished concrete tile floor and felt the attractive force of her sexiness pull him after her.
Lin told Sam what she did in her particular posting at the government building where she worked, even deviating from the route to the hotel just so she could drive by it and point to the window of her office for Sam to see.
As she drove back to the main road, following the route once more, Lin continued their conversation. "I love working for my country's government. Corruption is almost unheard of. Do you like working for your government, Mr. Idel?" Sam wanted to explain how he didn't directly work for the United States government, but decided against it because it would be too long and probably boring. He didn't want to bore this hot-ass island lady. He gave her a short but friendly answer. "Yeah, I do actually. I get paid really well." A split-second after the final sentence left his mouth, he swore at himself quietly. Maybe she and her colleagues got paid shitty salaries. She held up an index finger and nodded her head with a solemn look on her face, "That is one thing I like about your country, Sam" - she used his first name - "government people are paid well." He thought she was going to add "Not like our country...", but instead she said, "The Zamogan government pays its employees too much, in my opinion." He swivelled his head to look at her and she shot him a glance, shrugging, "There's no room for patriotism. That's why we lack the greatness that your country has."
After a few more minutes discussing the topic of governments and patriotism, Sam started a new thread of conversation. "What's the culture-slash-ethnicity like here in Zamoga?" Lin thought for several seconds before responding. "We're a mixture of polynesians and micronesians, a little bit of melanesian and asian. There is no ethnic division in this country, because at some point, everyone immigrated here. You could say we have a common mindset or culture and language that unites us. Zamogan is a trade language that is a mix of several island tongues, a very rough and limited way of communicating but we get along. Did you know that we have a government-endorsed non-profit organization whose sole purpose is to expand the Zamogan language, inventing new words and figures of speech? Every year a new dictionary-slash-thesaurus-slash-grammar book is published by this organization and is taught in schools and available free to the public." "That's terrific. I wish we could simplify all communication to one standard in the US."
Lin parked her car in the driveway of the Oceanic Inn which logo was that of an ocean floor with sand, seaweed, and seashells all drawn in thick cartoonish lines. She took him to the reception desk and helped him settle into his room 58.
Looking at her watch, she said, "It's almost eleven o'clock. I don't know if you noticed, but in the lobby there was a notice posted about a performance by the Island Breeze Dancers. They're a popular group in this region that includes Hawaii. You've never seen them perform?" "Er, no." "Oh, it's late and you should most likely be sleeping after your flight." She paused. "But if you feel up to it, you can join me in the performance hall downstairs, out in the courtyard by the sea." The way she described the performance area made the idea seem very agreeable despite the fact that he was feeling tired. "Sure. Time to absorb some culture before taking on the big bad robot. Well, it's not really big. It's actually-" He stopped himself. It just didn't seem like the subject to be discussing with Lin at this time.
Sam said, "Let me shower and I'll meet you in the courtyard." "Wonderful. I'll go freshen myself up a bit as well. The performance starts at eleven thirty. We have half an hour to get ready." He was about to suggest they save water and shower together, but held his tongue just in time.
The Island Breeze Dancers were a troupe of women in their late teens and twenties. Their bodies moved in graceful, fluid motions. The audience got to see a lot of thighs, hips, and cleavage. All of the women were stunningly beautiful with shiny black hair, each wearing a wreath of white flowers around her head. Lin looked amazing, this time with a yellow dress with white flowers printed over and a pink hibiscus in her hair which she had twisted in a bun.
A sickening flash-thought buzzed briefly in Sam's head: what if the G2E emerged from the beach here and murdered the Island Breeze Dancers in front of this audience. Everyone would scream and run for their lives. And it would all be his fault - No! He forced that painful thought out of his head, wincing. Lin put a hand over his and asked, concern in her voice, "Are you all right, Sam? You look pained. I think we should take you back to your room." He thought for a few seconds and nodded, "Yeah, maybe I should head back to my room. You know, get ready for tomorrow, plan ahead for all possible contingencies, what to do if this happens and all that." He got up and she rose with him, taking his hand in hers and leading him out of the room. He noticed that a few men watched them leave with jeolous looks on their faces. He knew they were aching inside just watching her leave with him, hand in hand. He knew because if he traded place with one of them, he would be aching too.
As they ascended the stairs in the Oceanic Inn, Sam asked Lin, "I never asked you, but you're married right?" She smiled and his world seemed like morning rather than almost midnight. "Yes, I am, and I'm also a proud mother of two: a girl who is in first grade and a boy who is just beginning to walk." He said, "Wow, that's really swell," but was really feeling like he just got sucker-punched. She is sooo taken already, he told himself. There goes the idea of taking a late night shower together.
"I don't have a ring on my finger because I hate jewelry of any kind. My husband, John, doesn't wear a ring either. As long as you know where your heart is, that's what matters. Don't you agree?" Sam nodded, "Definitely. My wife's studying in Virginia trying to get her Masters in Sound Engineering. It's just me and my daughter in Hawaii." Her eyebrows rose in interest, "Oh, you have a daughter. How nice. What's her name?" "Kayla. She's a treasure." "I'm sure of it. Your wife must be a magnificent woman." Sam truly felt that way about Megan, his soulmate and life partner for over two decades. "She is that and more." The both of them reached his room.
Lin leaned a shoulder against the wall while Sam took the room key out of his pocket. She said, "That is confirmation that you are a terrific husband, if a magnificent woman would choose you to be the man she shares her life with." Inserting the key into the lock, he said, "Well, from what you've told me of your husband, he must be a terrific guy as well. I mean, he also married a magnificent woman." Lin seemed to blush and brushed a strand of hair back. "Thank you, Sam." Smiling, he opened the door and let them both in.
In room 58, Sam checked the refridgerator. It was empty. Lin said, "You'll have to order it from the service desk." He picked up the telephone and asked Lin what she would like to drink. "I'll have a Merinda, thanks." Sam ordered a can of Merinda and a bottle of Pepsi. They were brought to the room in under a minute's time. "Boy, that was fast." He thanked the hotel employee and gave him a tip. They opened their drinks at the same time and Sam held his bottle high, Lin followed suit. "To catching the mechanical beast that I created, and no one getting hurt in the process." They drank to that.
Lin undid the bun on her head and her rich black hair fell wonderfully down her shoulder and back. The pink hibiscus in her hair fell to the floor and Sam stooped to pick it up for her. "Yours," he said offering it, but she shook her head and said, "I want you to have it, Sam. Keep it." Taking a notebook from his backpack he place the flower in between the center pages and closed it tightly. Lin watched as he put the notebook back. She smiled. "That dance they performed. It's a modified version of a traditional Zamogan dance, usually performed during the giving of a man and woman to each other for their union in marriage. But before that, in ancient times, it was performed by island women when they were in need of a man's touch and affection. A woman would dance and call out the name of her intended lover, and he would respond by going to her and giving her what she wanted." She gazed out the window and looked back at Sam, smiling and getting up from the chair she had been seated in.
"I wish you could have seen the entire dance. It's actually really simple, but it evokes strong emotion. Do you want me to perform for you?" Sam had been slightly dozing off, but came instantly awake at that question from Lin. "Er, here in this room?" She nodded. "Okay, if you don't mind." "I don't mind." She walked over to the window and opened it so that the music from below drifted into and filled the room. Barefoot, she danced, moving just like the Island Breeze Dancers, but with the unique grace of a hot island mom, tropical MILF. Her movements and gestures was nothing short of a work of art. From time to time she would move her body and gaze at Sam, who was sitting in a cushion chair, wide awake, and rigid. She seemed to laugh silently and wink at him. Did she just wink at me? wondered Sam, or was that my mind playing tricks?
Her performance brought her nearer and nearer to Sam and it was only when she was inches from his eyes that he noticed how she had closed the distance between them. She continued to move to the island music. Her hand very lightly touched his cheek, then his lips. He felt her warm electric touch on his ears and the back of his neck, but she was still dancing and gyrating to the music. Her dress was rising up her thighs while the top of it was being slowly pushed down her torso. Sam was getting hard, seeing more of her breasts getting exposed.
Time seemed to be in a warped state as Sam saw Lin take his hands and place them on her hips. It was just them and the music; her movement and his watching presence. She quietly whispered while swaying and rotating her lithe body, "Keep your hands over my hips, but don't restrain them; they have to move in the dance, but firmly grab the edges of my dress where your hands are and don't let them out of your grasp." He did as instructed and she twisted and gyrated sensually so her body moved through the dress which Sam now held. He realized now what she was doing: she was revealing more of her luscious body to him by having him keep the dress in place while she moved her body. His cock was rock hard.
Lin began thrusting and rotating her hips as the music became more erratic. She bent her knees and went low. Sam's jaw dropped as he held onto her dress and saw her bare upper thighs and pelvis appear before him. Her gaze was fixed on him and she was sweating, so was he, due to the warm island air inside the room that cancelled out the air conditioning. Her pussy was now being thrust upward at him and he had to steel himself from diving face first towards it.
She asked, still moving, "You have a knife?" Without considering the purpose of the question, he opened and dumped the contents of his bag on the coffee table and offered her a sliding blade. "You hold it fixed in a position." He did so. She spoke in a stern hushed voice as if the walls could hear, "Don't waver. The blade must'nt move a millimeter. Hold it firmly." The music rolled on and she swivelled and swayed in sync, nearing Sam's blade until it cut into her dress. He held it steady, jutting dangerously in mid-air. She gestured symbolically like she was desperate and moved her body like a woman possessed. Sam's heart was in his throat all the time while she moved herself back and forth and around the steadily-held blade. Her dress soon became a mess of cloth strips on the floor and she smoothly took off the remaining top part, letting it drop to the floor, resuming her sensuous movement.
Lin was dancing completely naked before Sam. Her skin had a thin layer of sweat and Sam stripped off his shirt because he was equally hot as well. She mounted herself on the armrests of the cushion chair Sam was seated in. Automatically, Sam had his hands fondling her naked body all over. She took his head in her hands, brought it against her, and bade him kiss her breasts. He did more than that: he licked, sucked, and even bit her generous globes. She hissed and said, "Bad boy. Just like my son when he started growing teeth: couldn't stop biting into mommy's boobs." She smiled and stroked his head fondly. "Drink my milk." He suckled on her breasts, starting with the left and ending with the right.
Even though the music had stopped, Sam and Lin were dancing to the song of nature. Lin grabbed Sam and shoved him onto the bed, then proceeded to strip off his pants. When she had him naked, she went to his embrace and they made love orally to each other, tongues sliding and slipping through their mouths. Lin the mother of two and Sam the father of one had family in the farthest parts of their minds at this moment.
Sam's hand travelled down to hold and squeeze one of her buns while her hand went down to stroke and fondle his cock and balls. Sam moaned into her mouth and she moan in response, indicating that they were mutually united in their current activity and very pleased with how it was going so far. At the moment, there was no such thing as a highly lethal and almost unstoppable android weapon heading towards the island they were on. It was his body and her body and a whole world of possibilities to explore.
Lin began guiding him inside her. When he had penetrated her, she reached behind him and pushed his pelvis into hers. Sam grabbed both her buns with his hands and squeezed, pumping himself vigorously into her. They weren't kissing anymore, Lin was moaning as he invaded her pussy with his cockmeat. He panted and grunted as he worked to keep his pace steady. She maneuvered herself so that he was on top and she was resting on the bed. "Drill me, Sam. Put all of that thing of yours inside me. I want all of it. Hard!" He responded by increasing the strength of his downward plunge while she parted her legs and dug her fingers into his back. "Oh, Lin, I'm going to shoot my sperm inside you." She thought about it and shook her head, "No, don't. Please don't. Don't cum inside me. My husband." "Okay, I won't," he looked into her beautiful face now bathed in sweat as his was. She smiled and kissed him. "Thank you," she said. He shook his head and said, "I'm just another maniac inventor. You're an amazing woman, beautiful, loving mother, and magnificent wife. You've let me experience your body intimately, an opportunity that has only been reserved for your husband. I'm the one who's supposed to be grateful, and yet I feel like a thief now."
"You're no thief," she said, looking up into his handsome face, his cock fully immersed in her womanhood. "Kiss me and embrace me. Let me feel your body squeezing against mine," she commanded. He kissed her deeply and wrapped her in his arms, pressing her close to his hard lean body. "Mmmmm, you're terrific, Sam," she said dreamily. She maneuvered herself again and he followed suit so they were laying on their sides and facing each other, still connected at the hips. She swung her leg over his hips and arched her back as she began to thrust her pelvis against his, fucking his cock with her pussy. He stroked her hair and their eyes locked onto each other as she made thrust after thrust, penetrating herself with his tool.
A look of fear and he said, "It's coming." She opened her mouth and gasped, "The G2E?" He looked bewildered then laughed, "No, gorgeous - me, I'm coming." She smiled, "Oh," and giggled. They moved apart at the hips and he sat up. "What are you doing, Sam?" "I'm going to cum on the floor." "Ew, that's gross." He looked at her, "You're right. I'll go cum in the bathroom." She slapped him playfull on the chest, "No, silly." Then she blushed and said, "Cum on me." "That wouldn't be right." She looked indignant, "Oh, so you could cum in my pussy, but not on my body?" He chuckled and kissed her, silencing her protest. "You're a wife and a mother of two. Ejaculating on you would be disgraceful." "Uh, Sam, what we've been doing these past few minutes would be considered worse than disgraceful by many people on this island." "Oh, all right," he roled his eyes. She cocked her head and glared. "Now you're making me angry by getting exasperated like that." The mood was getting a little too negative for Sam's liking. He saw only one solution.
The drinks were delivered speedily, less than forty seconds after ordering on the phone. He opened a can of Diet Coca-Cola and she opened a can of Mountain Dew. They both leaned against the bed naked and sipped their drinks in silence for several minutes.
Finally she scooted over until she was pressed side-by-side with him. She held her Mountain Dew out to him and he brought his Diet Coca-Cola an inch away from hers. She said, "To a good ejaculation, one that pleases both of us." "Oh yeah." They tapped their cans together and drank.
Setting down the cans, they got onto the bed. They both sat upright facing each other, legs folded, knees touching. Lin reach down and began jerking Sam off. Sam groaned and closed his eyes. Lin spoke sternly. "Don't close your eyes. Look at me." He opened them and looked at Lin. She smiled at him and flicked her tongue out seductively at him. He smiled appreciatively. "You're trying to make me cum." She rolled her tongue in her mouth and said, "No, I'm trying to make you cum strong. Don't want a little bubbing spring; I want a hot geyser. You feeling me?" "Oh, I'm definitely feeling you." She giggled and smiled. He stroked her hair and leaned in for a quick kiss, not wanting to interfere too long in what she was doing for him.
Her jerking became harder and her looks more sensuous and erotic. She fondled her breasts while jerking him off and made a sucking gesture with her mouth. "Lin, you'll be getting your geyser soon." She seemed to ignore what he said and touched her nipples and fiddled with them, making licking and eating actions with her mouth and tongue. "Oh, Lin, it's coming." She shook his words aside and said, "I danced for you, I let you fuck me. My body was all yours. You suckled at my breasts like child. My tongue was in your mouth and yours was in mine. Now I'm jerking you off. Your cock was in my pussy. You fucked my pussy, you grabbed my ass. We fucked and fucked and sucked and sucked." She moaned and closed her eyes, "Now I want your cum all over me. It's mine." She leaned in close and whispered, "We fucked, Sam. I fucked you, you fucked me. Fuck. When I think of you and you think of me, just remember: fuck. F-U-C-K, fuck!" She leaned in closer and murmured erotic nonsense, flicking her tongue and mouthing obscenely at him - he unleashed his semen.
His super-stiff member spurt the load from his testicles. She masterfully aimed his phallus in her direction when she felt the shaft go rigid. Her reward was strings of white gooey fluid shot over her feet, legs, pussy, and abdomen. A string of the semen hit her nose and pasted itself on her mouth and chin, dripping down to her folded legs. Sam looked at what he had spent on Lin and sighed in satisfaction. "I hope that's enough for you, cause I'm out of it." She grinned and licked off the string on her lips, contemplating. "I'm satisfied." "Good riddance, Lin." "For now, that is." His eyes bolted open and she laughed hysterically. Sam's eyes fell shut of their own accord in five minutes. Giggling and satisfied for the night, Lin kissed him on the cheek and left his room, arriving at her home at 1:55 pm.
At 8:07 am the following morning, Sam was sipping coffee while sitting on the sand at the beach just outside the Oceanic Inn's boundaries. Lin had left a note for him on the coffee table in room 58 just before she left the other night. The note stated she would be available at 10 am to assist him if he could call and let her know if he needed assistance. She probably had family and government work to sort out. Some things could not be put off even when there was a dangerous robot about to wreck havoc in the city you lived in.
Altogether, Sam was happy she wasn't here because he had a feeling that the G2E would be appearing sooner rather than later than he expected. Finishing the coffee, he tossed the styrofoam cup aside. Yeah, yeah, littering is bad, he told himself, but right now the country of Zamoga had a lot more to worry about than a badly discarded piece of trash. He reached for his backpack and pulled out what looked like a sci-fi pistol and in some ways it was just that. The pistol was built to emit a unique energy wave that would disrupt the special "thinking" circuitry in the brain of the G2E.
A warm breeze hit him just right and he took a deep breath. Then he looked to his left and saw company heading his way. Not the robot. But three distinctly human figures. Sam stuck the pistol into the side pocket of his red beach shorts, and closed the pocket flap which conveniently had velcro to keep things from falling out.
The three figures were a mother and her two daughters. As they neared him, they waved and he waved to them. They seemed to be occupied with the sand. On closer inspection he found out that they were collecting smoothened pieces of glass. The mother seemed to be in her late forties, while the two daughters were in their teens. One looked to be 16 and the other roughly around the same age.
Finally they walked to him and asked if he was one of the locals. They must be tourists, he guessed, and he was half correct. He found out from the woman that they were a family involved in a minor cult movement/alternative thinking trend. They entered the country originally with four members, but the fourth member (the woman's husband, and father of the flock) had converted to a another cult movement and now they had no other choice but carry on on their own.
The woman's name was Doreen, 47 years old, blonde, in a deep pink bikini; and her daughters where Chelsea, 16, brunette, in a black bikini; and Laura, 16, blonde, in a dark blue bikini. Laura was adopted.
"Mind if I imitate you lovely ladies and collect a few smooth colored pieces of glass on my own?" "We don't mind at all," said Doreen brightly. They walked up and down the beach together and collected smooth glass while talking. Sam told them that he was from the U.S. and he was a roboticist. Doreen was an archeologist and the two girls wanted to specialize in a scientific field when they finished school, just like their mother. They were all from Canada.
Finally they reached an area with many flat rocks, some of them submerged in the surf. Their bags were full of colored and non-colored glass. Watching the waves crash on the rocks reminded Sam of why he was there. He told them what his purpose was and that they were closer to danger by hanging around there. "You should leave," he told them. They didn't want to leave and Doreen spoke for them. "Our alternative thinking philosophy demands that we stick with you and assist in this problem with your machine." Sam shook his head, "Your assistance will not count for anything and you'll only get yourself hurt or even killed. Besides, the only expendable person here is me because I invented that thing, but at least I can take it down or harm it enough to where the police in this area can bring it down for good."
Laura said, "Unless we try to help you, our lives have no meaning. You have to understand that." Sam looked at the earnestness in their expressions and shrugged, "Fine. But stay close to me." "We weren't going to do anything else," said Doreen.
It was 9:36 am and the sun shone brilliant with few clouds in the sky that day. People were beginning to flock to the beach and that did not seem like a good idea to Sam. More people meant more victims for the G2E to kill. He took his cell phone from his backpack and called a government office asking to speak to Lin. When he heard her voice, he told her it was him and that she should do whatever it took to get people away from his section of the coast. She said she would comply to his wishes and in a few minutes there was a loud announcement from a public address system telling all people on the beach to leave immediately. There was a few grumbles, but the Zamogans were an obedient people. Soon the only people on this side of the coast were Sam, Doreen, Chelsea, and Laura.
While waiting for the G2E to show up, Sam figured out a game they could play while waiting. He took out two dice from his backpack and explained the game to the woman and two girls. Winning meant taking the glass that every person put on the gambling table - or rock, in this instance. After an hour, the game was still entertaing for the females. The females were getting quite skilled at rolling dice. They each had an equal amount of glass, a third more than they had when they started the game. But Sam's amount was low, just enough to contain in both hands.
He showed his last pieces of glass and placed them in a hollow of a flat rock. The girls squealed when they saw the sun shining on the exquisite pieces of glass. It truly was a spectrum of colors represented. Doreen smiled saying, "That's going to be mine, girls." "Not if one of us can win it first," retorted Chelsea. Sam said, "I want to share it evenly among you three. You're not going to win it. I'll give it to you when you've done something for me." "A trade?" asked Laura. "Something like that." Doreen eyed him suspiciously and asked, "What do you want?"
Sam told them, "You three are the only Canadian women I've had the good fortune to have a conversation with and even play games with. Now I'd like to take our friendship to the next level." "Go on," said Doreen. Sam said, "Chelsea, take your bikini top off." "You're crazy," yelled the teenager. Doreen said, "You should be ashamed of yourself. You're a child molesting freak." Sam defended himself with, "She's sixteen, plus she's got great teen tits." Chelsea blushed. Laura took her sister's arm and said, "Don't get manipulated by his complements, sis."
Sam took up a dreamlike green glass piece from his pile and held it up to the sun. "Take off your bikini top and this little shiny thing is yours." Chelsea smirked and walked away to draw in the sand. She finished drawing a pelican when she heard a whoop and laughter. Turning, she saw her mother shake her bare tits in Sam's face for five seconds then dance away, clutching a piece of heaven in her hand.
Laura saw Chelsea approach and said loudly, "Mom got a big silver white piece from Sam. It's beautiful and all she had to do was take off her bikini top and shake her tits in front of him for five seconds." Chelsea saw Doreen gleefully drop the wonderful piece in her bag.
"Oh, Laura," said Sam. He was waving a piece of glass that was a cross between an emerald and a ruby. "I wonder how they made this. You want it?" Laura got up and asked, "What's the trade?" He said, "I give you this, then you let me see how far my tongue can go in your pussy." Chelsea gasped, "Unreal." She laughed, but ceased to do so when she saw Laura take the ruby-emerald and put it in her collection. Then she peeled off her dark blue bikini bottom and beckoned Sam over. Sam pushed his tongue as far as it could go in Laura's lovely pussy, then he licked her and she squirmed and thrust erratically into his face. "Mmmmm, fuck," she cried and stopped struggling when he withdrew his tongue and lapped at her labia. He asked, "That wasn't so bad now was it?" She smiled and put her bikini bottom back on.
Sam was reeling from his amazing experience in Laura's sixteen year old pussy and didn't notice Chelsea walk over to his hollow and pick out two pieces of glass, but he did see her walk back to her collection to drop green and golden pieces of glass. She noticed him watching and said, "Okay, what do you want for the two rare pieces I took?" Sam folded his arms and said, "Taking from my pile without asking is a serious offense. You'll be paying double for that."
Doreen watched helpless as a man she hardly knew filled her teenage daughter's mouth with a big black cock. She took the meatpole well and only coughed slightly when he pushed himself deep into her and his phallus hit her throat. He smiled, watching Doreen watch him while he forced a deep throat job at her daughter. Chelsea coughed bad when his semen oozed down her throat. He patted her on the back saying, "There, there, young woman. You did pretty good." Bending her over he slid down her black bikini bottom and pressed his phallus between her ass. Then he jerked off until cum came shooting out and he applied it really thick between her young tight buns. "There," he sighed, "all the cream you'll ever want between those hills. Then he helped her pull her bikini bottom back on, his cum remaining in her ass.
"I call this Alphastone." Sam was gazing at an obsidian-diamond-like glass crystal. Doreen, her bikini top back in place, walked over and her eyes were sparkling when they focused on the piece in Sam's hand. "I want it," she said. Sam sighed. "I'm afraid this will cost you too much, not that you couldn't afford it, but it wouldn't be worth it." The blonde MILF looked concerned and thought for a moment. Then she asked, "What would I do to have it?" "Get bred." "Bread? A loaf of bread?" Sam laughed, "No. B-r-e-d. Bred." She realized what he wanted and said, "Oh crap." "Look on the bright side: you'll have a bigger family."
Chelsea and Laura laughed. Laura said, "Mom wouldn't agree to do something as insane as that for a piece of glass." Chelsea smirked, "You should be more realistic, Sam." Laura giggled, "Imagine mom letting herself get pregnant and then raise a kid to adulthood just because of a piece of glass." They both hugged each other as they grew weak with laughter. When the laughter had subsided, Laura asked, "Where'd they go?" Chelsea screamed and pointed, "Over there."
Doreen bent over on a slab of rock. It was smooth so there wasn't any abrasion on her skin. "Okay, I'm ready," she said. Sam positioned himself and began pumping her vagina from behind. He filled her up with his black cock and watched as his dark shaft went to and fro within her pussy. "You've got a nice cunt, and you're so damn hot. No wonder your two girls are hotties. Don't worry, they'll get a piece of my cock too. After I'm done with you." "They're not as obsessive about glass as I am. They won't let themselves be bred like me." "You think you know your daughters that well?" "I should. I'm there mother." "I admire your confidence, but it's not so well placed." He plunged balls deep and panted as he put more weight to his thrust. "Oh, yeah, shit, fuck, yeah," he sighed and cock-hammered her pussy for twenty two minutes before exploding his cum in her womb. "Take care of my baby, Doreen," he whispered and kissed her on her cheek.
The girls didn't say a word when their mom silently deposited the Alphastone into her collection bag. Sam took five rare pieces from his collection in each hand and set them before Laura's and Chelsea's feet. "These most beautiful pieces are yours." Chelsea asked, "In exchange for what?" "I get to breed both of you."
Doreen watched from ten feet away as Laura got on all fours, fully nude. Sam got behind her, his hard black cock eager to breed. He slid his cock into her tight pussy and fucked her gently for five minutes, then increasing the force gradually until her buns became red with welts from the constant pummelling. Laura screamed when she climaxed, and a minute later Sam made a second deposit in her pussy. She walked to her mother and they embraced.
Laura and Doreen sat and watched while Chelsea got on her hands and knees. She smiled at them and they waved at her. Then she felt Sam's cock pump its way into her. Not wanting to be the one doing all the taking, she thrust back as he thrust forward. He laughed and whispered to her, "I'm giving you what's left of my collection because you're giving back instead of just taking." She felt so psyched that she thrust back madly while he pumped her pussy full of black cock. He came in her and then lay on his back on the sand. She mounted his cock and rode him hard until he shot sperm up into her womb. "Yeah," she cried and rocked herself on his cock until she milked out the last drop from him.
It was 12:25 pm, when the G2E emerged from the sea and walked onto the beach. Sam pointed his pistol and wasted the circuits in its brain. The G2E pitched forward and "died."
Sam returned to his home in Hawaii and made some changes to the design of his new series of androids, the G3E. This time there would be no freak malfunctions and runaway robots. He maintained a cybersex relationship with Lin, though she remained physically true to her husband and children. Sam's wife Megan had an affair with a twenty five year old art student and ran off with him. They both made a lot of money in their fields and are filthy rich. Sam is happy for them.
Meanwhile, he got to see his daughter Kayla go off to a nice college and get a degree. She was in for a surprise when she returned home for Christmas. She found Sam living with three Canadian females. They were all pregnant and claimed to be his new wives (Doreen, Chelsea, Laura). She soon claimed that title as well when she realized she was pregnant (with her own brother since her father was the sperm donor).
So Sam ended up with a Canadian wife who bore him a daughter; a Canadian step-daughter-wife who bore him a son; a second Canadian step-daughter-wife who bore him a son; and his own biological daughter-wife who bore him a son (her own brother thanks to daddy).
Money wasn't a problem for his new modified family since the G3E was his most successful invention to date with a billion dollar-plus contract with the United States government. This didn't mean that life was simple. There were the obvious complications Sam and his family had to deal with.
One day, Kayla's son jumped into Sam's lap and asked, "Daddy, you're a smart guy and all, but I really wonder why you can't stop calling Momma Kayla my sister."
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