A Night With Alia
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Episode 53: BJ And Alia free porn video
Jenny’s black daughter Baby Jane, known as BJ to all her lovers, looked absolutely stunning in her Prom dress. It was entirely backless, exposing a delicious slice of buttock tops, allowing anyone who dared to slide a finger down within inches of her puckered butt-hole. BJ had designed it herself, and her best girlfriend Ellie made it up. The fabric they chose was white chiffon, slightly opaque in daylight, but becoming see-through under the school disco lights. Ellie and BJ fucked each other senseless whenever she called round for a trial fitting. On the night of the prom BJ carefully trimmed her pubic bush into a pretty heart shape and dyed it bright red, to make sure every boy and girl new she was available.
It took a trained eye to distinguish the Humans from the Teen-Synths at the dance. The Synth girls’ dresses tended to be just a bit too short, exposing a bright colour thong or stubby strap-on. The Synth boys were actually dancing rather than standing around the edge drinking and daring each other to cop off with a girl. BJ fitted in perfectly – her dark nipples glowing through the transparent top – she was holding Ellie very close – trying to stop her undressing 2 girls on the dance floor. The drinks flowed freely and soon BJ found herself pushed up against a wall by two girl Synths determined to eat her out. One at the front had her head right up BJ’s dress, feasting on her soft pussy lips, the other dipping a finger repeatedly into BJ’s arse then sucking it clean.
The dress had to go – shame she had enjoyed wearing it – she needed a strap-on to fuck these two bitches, and it wouldn’t tighten up properly with all that fabric between her thighs.
“Did you know that all your pussies are identical”? BJ asked after fucking her fourth Synth that evening “and your nipples could do with some improvements – they are too soft. Schools finished and I need a job – why don’t you get me an interview at Synths Inc as a Body Designer”?
Human Resources
Two days later BJ was sitting opposite the gorgeous Head of HR – the glass-topped desk allowing each of them a perfect view of bare legs and matching white thongs. At first BJ assumed the interviewer was human – the way she spoke and fiddled with her hair, but the subtle clues of two-long eye contact and perfectly symmetrical camel-toe eventually gave her away as a Synth.
BJ answered her questions as truthfully as possible:
Q3 – What do you consider your greatest achievement?
A3 – Climaxing non-stop for 2 hours.
Q5 – What particular skills will you bring to this job of Vaginal Design?
A5 – I’m a girl, and I love cunts.
The interview ended, predictably, with BJ and the Synth 69’ing on the desktop: “Wow you taste good BJ – so smooth” and “so do you baby really difficult to tell from the real thing”.
“Can you start tomorrow? Report to my office – we’ll fuck again”.
BJ arrived promptly at 8AM to discover that HR had set her up an entire design department, complete with 2 rather attractive Teen-Synth male Research Assistants and a boxful of vaginal moulds to experiment with. She had already asked all her girlfriends to send in selfies of their cunts from different angles, lips pushed together or stretched wide with the favourite dildos. The Research Assistants scoured the internet for good quality close-up cuntal photos and soon had a cataloguing system in place for the hundreds of thousands of pictures. By early afternoon BJ had fucked the two individually and as a double penetration, so they could get to know each other better. BJ was just wiping synthetic sticky sperm from both her holes when the Head of HR walked in.
“I see you’re fitting in here very well; how are the designs coming along”?
BJ flipped through the early 3D model vagina on the computer complete with an inserted cock.
“We still need a lot of work on the clit, but we can start that tomorrow after we get approval for the internals. Oh yes - we’d like to do the labia in all these shades of pink – from baby powder-pink to purple, just like mine.”
Head of HR slipped two fingers into BJ: “That’s a brilliant first day’s work – come down to my office – I’ve a few more girls who would love to meet you”
The glass-topped desk had been replaced by an enormous king-sized bed with three naked Teen-Synth girls and a human that BJ vaguely recognised.
Synth 1: “We love your design work – we can’t wait to get fitted with those hot cunts. I hope you can get the internal pressure sensors to work properly – we want to feel every inch of those lovely cocks inside us”.
Synth 2: “and make sure you get the lubrication right – there’s way too much right now – it streams out like a squirt long before the bloke is ready. It needs to be just enough to let him slide in against a good level of friction – especially for the k**die-Synths”
Just then BJ noticed the young ch1ld, dressed in a summer frock – the only one clothed. She was taking copious notes and filming Synth 3 eating out BJ, occasionally masturbating her pretty cunt: “I’d love one of those new cunts too with a big clit – I can hardly feel this one”.
BJ hadn’t imagined she would get this close to her target audience quite so quickly. The five Synths took turns in making her cum, while she licked out the other human: “Hi I’m Jan - in the Arse Department. Do you want to come round for Dinner tonight– perhaps we can swap notes”?
“Sure thing babe, I’ll bring some wine and my new strap-on. We can make an evening of it. Tell me – how do you get all those golf balls to stay in the right place? Why don’t they fall out when the bloke is finished”?
Alia
Uncle Mack replied to the carefully-worded request on facebook for revealing videos of young girls. The Vagina Design department was literally flooded with images of u******e masturbation, but this one was different – the stills showed a pretty ch1ld in a short blue dress, and white stockings with an adult’s hand resting on her thigh. BJ called the mobile number and was delighted to be face to face with Alia.
“Hello – is this the little girl in the blue dress and white stockings”? asked BJ, trying not to frighten her.
Alia: “Yes, it’s me – I’ve got to whisper, because Mum and Dad are downstairs and Uncle Mack is holding the phone at the end of my bed. Pretty lady – are you real”?
BJ was a bit taken aback: “I’m Human, if that’s what you mean. Look” BJ pulled up her white tee-shirt “Look at these odd-sized nipples – they’re not even level – we would never allow a Synth out of the factory like that”.
Alia was still not convinced: “Zoom in – let me see them properly”. BJ adjusted the camera, so that her breasts filled the entire screen – stunning smooth, black tit flesh topped off with those asymmetric nipples, surrounded by bumpy areole. “OK – they’re nice – but what I meant was - are you a real person or imaginary – like a character in a story”? Alia was stroking the inside of her thighs – always a prelude to rubbing her clitoris. Uncle Mack lowered the phone to be looking up her dress; pressing her knees apart.
BJ: “My Mum Jenny is real, but I’m just a fantasy inside the author’s head – but don’t you think I’ve got a hot body”? BJ lifted her short skirt to reveal a succulent bare pussy.
Alia, starting to masturbate: “Oh that’s good – it means you can’t tell my parents. OK, you want to see my pussy too – here she is”. Alia had two fingers rubbing tight little circles around her clit and two more holding her moist lips apart. “Now - you show me yours up close”.
“Hang on a moment, babe, I’ll just swap to the high definition external camera”. BJ’s cunt filled the screen in superb detail – Alia could see every crinkly fold – BJ’s red finger nails dipping into the wet places and glistening under the bright lights.
Alia was very close to cumming; “Did you say ‘external camera’? Is there an internal one? Oh please, I’ve never seen inside a black pussy – you must look amazing”.
Soon her view was replaced by a 360 degree sight of dripping pink caverns and slick pussy muscles from the glass dildo inside BJ. Alia gasped. BJ was pretty close to her orgasm too: “I bet you thought I was black inside too – I’m just a regular pink like everyone else”.
BJ’s view of Alia’s beautiful pussy was blocked by a pair of male buttocks, all she could hear was a faint “No, please, Uncle not yet. Remember I’m still a virgin. You can lick me, but don’t put your cock in there - yet”.
Alia was so dedicated to her fantasy fuck she hardly heard BJ asking if it was OK to record this session – she would only share it with her colleagues in the design department: “Yes, yes, yes” moaned the ch1ld “I want your babies – I want to be your Little Whore – Please take my virginity again – and again – and again...”
BJ heard the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor, then: “Oh Uncle Mack – you are huge – how am I ever going to fit that monster into my tight virgin pussy – here let me suck it a moment”. Sounds of cock in little girl’s mouth. “OK, now you can stick it in my vagina – gently now – remember it is my first time”.
Uncle Mack did break her in very gently; holding her shoulders, brushing the tears from her eyes; kissing her little nipples, stroking that bare skin above her stocking tops. Her virgin pussy held him very tight – just easing the tip in against her hymen, then pushing.
Suddenly he was in; Alia went very still, savouring the sensation of her first fuck. She loved it.
The last BJ heard before the line went dead was “Oh shit, Uncle, that’s beautiful. Keep fucking me, I’m going to cum all over your cock...”
Hymen Design
BJ realised that for her k**die-Synths to sell they needed to be perpetual virgins – there was no point worrying about the teenagers – nobody would ever believe them. She set the team to design a reusable hymen – one that would break naturally as many times as necessary. She personally recruited 2 sculptors, an artist and an engineer to strengthen the team – Synths Inc built them an apartment within the complex, so that ideas at 3 AM while eating BJ were never lost.
BJ set up a trial lab catching all Human males on their way into work to test a theory that the f0rce needed to break a hymen depended on the girl’s ethnicity or appearance. Pale white versions of Alia scored best at a setting of 1-2. A deeply tanned model scored an average 3-4 on hymen strength, and the African-American’s purple labia repeatedly received the highest satisfaction level when adjusted to 5-6.
Uncle Mack was invited to spend the weekend at the factory to confirm their findings as the only one to have personally deflowered Alia.
Uncle Mack sat mesmerised at the breakfast table with the 3 Alia-Synth colour versions, all eager to please him. Alia-1 was a blonde, blue-eyed white ch1ld, dressed in the traditional blue dress and white stay-up stockings. Alia-2 was heavily tanned – a golden deep brown all over, in bright yellow shorts and a cheesecloth shirt, unbuttoned to the waist. Mack knew she was still too young to have breasts, but couldn’t tear his eyes away from the open shirt front, whenever she leant forward. Alia-3 was black and almost naked – just a tiny white thong and a big grin.
Alia-1 explained that Uncle Mack had to fuck them all by lunch time, then allowing time for their hymens to ‘heal’, again before tea and then again before bed. He could choose what order and where to take their virginities, provided they stayed within range of the monitoring equipment.
He had Alia-1 first, on the sofa; she lay very still, eyes and legs wide – just a trickle of blue liquid leaked from between her soft pussy lips. Mack had almost forgotten she was a Synth. He kissed her tenderly, whilst ravaging her cunt – piling on the pressure until he came deep within her hard body; still stroking those gorgeous thighs.
Alia-2 was up next, after a cup of coffee; Mack scooped her off the ground under the buttocks– her thighs wrapped around his waist.
The shorts split open on the first thrust – then her level 2-3 hymen broke; sucking his cock into her, trapping it. She screamed and gave a good imitation of a climax. Mack put her down, his cock sticky with her blueness. Alia-3 – the black beauty sucked him clean, then flipped around, pulling off the thong, offering her arse. Mack carefully engaged her cunt and slammed home, straight through her stretched level 4-5 protection. She definitely screamed, and didn’t stop until he pulled out, splattering sperm over her taut arse. Mack rapidly grew to love the taste of their blue fluid – slightly sweet but metallic.
Lunch
Alia-1 cooked him a rare steak and chips – just the way he liked it, then the three Teenie-Synths clambered up onto the table for ‘afters’.
All 3 wore white stay-up stockings – perfectly framing their pretty arses, facing towards Uncle Mack. The baby-pink of Alia-1 made her look particularly young between the deeply tanned backside of Alia-2 and the beautiful dark chocolaty brown of Alia-3. Now they were squashed up together, Mack could begin to see the very subtle variations between the ‘identical’ models of his darling human Alia. Alia-3 had fractionally wider hips and a deeper arse crack; he swore that Alia-2’s breast development had improved since this morning and
Alia-1 just looked more innocent and perfectly fuckable than ever.
BJ noticed Mack fondling Alia-3’s buttocks – one finger pressed tightly into her anus: “Just stick with cuntal today for the trial; you can have them anally another time. We haven’t perfected their design yet”. Mack wasn’t so sure there would be another time.
As soon as BJ had left the room, he was up on the table pressing rigid hard cock into that gorgeous black arse. Alia-3 submitted to his harsh demands with a loud throaty rumble, that Mack could feel flexing her arse muscles against the intruder. He pulled out, ramming it home into Alia-2, then finally the tightest arse of them all Alia-1. She felt divine – rocking forward on her knees to ease the pressure, then Mack pulled back on her arms – driving cock deep into her body.
Mack was only vaguely aware of the cameras in the breakfast room following his every move – zooming in to Alia’s tight buttocks, flexing under the onslaught. He was completely unaware of the numerous sensors in her bowels, measuring everything from speed and depth of penetration, to temperature, viscosity and arousal level. All this data was silently streamed back to the lab for analysis.
What became more obvious when Mack looked up at a monitor high on the wall was the view from a camera deep inside her body looking outwards towards his incoming cock. The head looked massive, thrusting aside her slick anal walls. He and Alia-1 stopped and studied the image for a moment, giggled and resumed her penetration. She was so tight, he hardly dared go the full depth for fear of breaking her, but then realised she was a Synth, not human, so carried on until the camera lens was coated in cum and the monitor image turned white.
Human Alia rescues Mack
That evening; the third round of fucking completed satisfactorily, BJ turned up: “Look who’s here to see you – she wants to take you home”. It was the real Alia, come to rescue her Uncle from the Synths. She agreed to stay the night, but only if her three clones slept on the sofa. The Viagra had already worn off by bed time, and Mack was worried about taking any more, so they just slept together until morning, when they made passionate love again. Mack completed all of BJ’s evaluation questions, then left with the real Alia, thinking that 9 deflowerings in one day was enough for anyone. Fortunately Mack had stopped ingesting the blue virginal fluids before it developed into the untreatable synthetic STD designed to reduce the human population through sex.
Prisons
Prisons were the first institution to be entirely run by Synths – from the Governor down to the ever-willing cell visitors. As each prisoner succumbed to fucking their male or female guard and went into a euphoric c***, they were quietly zipped into body bags and removed for incineration by the security firm G4Synth. Pretty soon the prisons were empty and re-opened as weekend Penal Experiences –the guests leaving in the same manner as the prisoners.
‘Virgin’ Teen-Synths were sent into schools to seduce staff and pupils; Teenie-Synths visited their ‘grand-parents’ in care homes to recapture their youth and have one last good-time.
Human Population
Within 25 years the world human population had stopped expanding and was actually dropping, due to most men preferring to fuck their Synth, rather than a human partner. Specialised Nurse-Synths ran most maternity wards, ensuring that mothers never had more than one healthy ch1ld, which for some reason always turned out to be infertile.
Within 50 years the last 6 humans on Earth were kept in a captive breeding programme by the Synths.
THE END OF CIVILISATION
It took a trained eye to distinguish the Humans from the Teen-Synths at the dance. The Synth girls’ dresses tended to be just a bit too short, exposing a bright colour thong or stubby strap-on. The Synth boys were actually dancing rather than standing around the edge drinking and daring each other to cop off with a girl. BJ fitted in perfectly – her dark nipples glowing through the transparent top – she was holding Ellie very close – trying to stop her undressing 2 girls on the dance floor. The drinks flowed freely and soon BJ found herself pushed up against a wall by two girl Synths determined to eat her out. One at the front had her head right up BJ’s dress, feasting on her soft pussy lips, the other dipping a finger repeatedly into BJ’s arse then sucking it clean.
The dress had to go – shame she had enjoyed wearing it – she needed a strap-on to fuck these two bitches, and it wouldn’t tighten up properly with all that fabric between her thighs.
“Did you know that all your pussies are identical”? BJ asked after fucking her fourth Synth that evening “and your nipples could do with some improvements – they are too soft. Schools finished and I need a job – why don’t you get me an interview at Synths Inc as a Body Designer”?
Human Resources
Two days later BJ was sitting opposite the gorgeous Head of HR – the glass-topped desk allowing each of them a perfect view of bare legs and matching white thongs. At first BJ assumed the interviewer was human – the way she spoke and fiddled with her hair, but the subtle clues of two-long eye contact and perfectly symmetrical camel-toe eventually gave her away as a Synth.
BJ answered her questions as truthfully as possible:
Q3 – What do you consider your greatest achievement?
A3 – Climaxing non-stop for 2 hours.
Q5 – What particular skills will you bring to this job of Vaginal Design?
A5 – I’m a girl, and I love cunts.
The interview ended, predictably, with BJ and the Synth 69’ing on the desktop: “Wow you taste good BJ – so smooth” and “so do you baby really difficult to tell from the real thing”.
“Can you start tomorrow? Report to my office – we’ll fuck again”.
BJ arrived promptly at 8AM to discover that HR had set her up an entire design department, complete with 2 rather attractive Teen-Synth male Research Assistants and a boxful of vaginal moulds to experiment with. She had already asked all her girlfriends to send in selfies of their cunts from different angles, lips pushed together or stretched wide with the favourite dildos. The Research Assistants scoured the internet for good quality close-up cuntal photos and soon had a cataloguing system in place for the hundreds of thousands of pictures. By early afternoon BJ had fucked the two individually and as a double penetration, so they could get to know each other better. BJ was just wiping synthetic sticky sperm from both her holes when the Head of HR walked in.
“I see you’re fitting in here very well; how are the designs coming along”?
BJ flipped through the early 3D model vagina on the computer complete with an inserted cock.
“We still need a lot of work on the clit, but we can start that tomorrow after we get approval for the internals. Oh yes - we’d like to do the labia in all these shades of pink – from baby powder-pink to purple, just like mine.”
Head of HR slipped two fingers into BJ: “That’s a brilliant first day’s work – come down to my office – I’ve a few more girls who would love to meet you”
The glass-topped desk had been replaced by an enormous king-sized bed with three naked Teen-Synth girls and a human that BJ vaguely recognised.
Synth 1: “We love your design work – we can’t wait to get fitted with those hot cunts. I hope you can get the internal pressure sensors to work properly – we want to feel every inch of those lovely cocks inside us”.
Synth 2: “and make sure you get the lubrication right – there’s way too much right now – it streams out like a squirt long before the bloke is ready. It needs to be just enough to let him slide in against a good level of friction – especially for the k**die-Synths”
Just then BJ noticed the young ch1ld, dressed in a summer frock – the only one clothed. She was taking copious notes and filming Synth 3 eating out BJ, occasionally masturbating her pretty cunt: “I’d love one of those new cunts too with a big clit – I can hardly feel this one”.
BJ hadn’t imagined she would get this close to her target audience quite so quickly. The five Synths took turns in making her cum, while she licked out the other human: “Hi I’m Jan - in the Arse Department. Do you want to come round for Dinner tonight– perhaps we can swap notes”?
“Sure thing babe, I’ll bring some wine and my new strap-on. We can make an evening of it. Tell me – how do you get all those golf balls to stay in the right place? Why don’t they fall out when the bloke is finished”?
Alia
Uncle Mack replied to the carefully-worded request on facebook for revealing videos of young girls. The Vagina Design department was literally flooded with images of u******e masturbation, but this one was different – the stills showed a pretty ch1ld in a short blue dress, and white stockings with an adult’s hand resting on her thigh. BJ called the mobile number and was delighted to be face to face with Alia.
“Hello – is this the little girl in the blue dress and white stockings”? asked BJ, trying not to frighten her.
Alia: “Yes, it’s me – I’ve got to whisper, because Mum and Dad are downstairs and Uncle Mack is holding the phone at the end of my bed. Pretty lady – are you real”?
BJ was a bit taken aback: “I’m Human, if that’s what you mean. Look” BJ pulled up her white tee-shirt “Look at these odd-sized nipples – they’re not even level – we would never allow a Synth out of the factory like that”.
Alia was still not convinced: “Zoom in – let me see them properly”. BJ adjusted the camera, so that her breasts filled the entire screen – stunning smooth, black tit flesh topped off with those asymmetric nipples, surrounded by bumpy areole. “OK – they’re nice – but what I meant was - are you a real person or imaginary – like a character in a story”? Alia was stroking the inside of her thighs – always a prelude to rubbing her clitoris. Uncle Mack lowered the phone to be looking up her dress; pressing her knees apart.
BJ: “My Mum Jenny is real, but I’m just a fantasy inside the author’s head – but don’t you think I’ve got a hot body”? BJ lifted her short skirt to reveal a succulent bare pussy.
Alia, starting to masturbate: “Oh that’s good – it means you can’t tell my parents. OK, you want to see my pussy too – here she is”. Alia had two fingers rubbing tight little circles around her clit and two more holding her moist lips apart. “Now - you show me yours up close”.
“Hang on a moment, babe, I’ll just swap to the high definition external camera”. BJ’s cunt filled the screen in superb detail – Alia could see every crinkly fold – BJ’s red finger nails dipping into the wet places and glistening under the bright lights.
Alia was very close to cumming; “Did you say ‘external camera’? Is there an internal one? Oh please, I’ve never seen inside a black pussy – you must look amazing”.
Soon her view was replaced by a 360 degree sight of dripping pink caverns and slick pussy muscles from the glass dildo inside BJ. Alia gasped. BJ was pretty close to her orgasm too: “I bet you thought I was black inside too – I’m just a regular pink like everyone else”.
BJ’s view of Alia’s beautiful pussy was blocked by a pair of male buttocks, all she could hear was a faint “No, please, Uncle not yet. Remember I’m still a virgin. You can lick me, but don’t put your cock in there - yet”.
Alia was so dedicated to her fantasy fuck she hardly heard BJ asking if it was OK to record this session – she would only share it with her colleagues in the design department: “Yes, yes, yes” moaned the ch1ld “I want your babies – I want to be your Little Whore – Please take my virginity again – and again – and again...”
BJ heard the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor, then: “Oh Uncle Mack – you are huge – how am I ever going to fit that monster into my tight virgin pussy – here let me suck it a moment”. Sounds of cock in little girl’s mouth. “OK, now you can stick it in my vagina – gently now – remember it is my first time”.
Uncle Mack did break her in very gently; holding her shoulders, brushing the tears from her eyes; kissing her little nipples, stroking that bare skin above her stocking tops. Her virgin pussy held him very tight – just easing the tip in against her hymen, then pushing.
Suddenly he was in; Alia went very still, savouring the sensation of her first fuck. She loved it.
The last BJ heard before the line went dead was “Oh shit, Uncle, that’s beautiful. Keep fucking me, I’m going to cum all over your cock...”
Hymen Design
BJ realised that for her k**die-Synths to sell they needed to be perpetual virgins – there was no point worrying about the teenagers – nobody would ever believe them. She set the team to design a reusable hymen – one that would break naturally as many times as necessary. She personally recruited 2 sculptors, an artist and an engineer to strengthen the team – Synths Inc built them an apartment within the complex, so that ideas at 3 AM while eating BJ were never lost.
BJ set up a trial lab catching all Human males on their way into work to test a theory that the f0rce needed to break a hymen depended on the girl’s ethnicity or appearance. Pale white versions of Alia scored best at a setting of 1-2. A deeply tanned model scored an average 3-4 on hymen strength, and the African-American’s purple labia repeatedly received the highest satisfaction level when adjusted to 5-6.
Uncle Mack was invited to spend the weekend at the factory to confirm their findings as the only one to have personally deflowered Alia.
Uncle Mack sat mesmerised at the breakfast table with the 3 Alia-Synth colour versions, all eager to please him. Alia-1 was a blonde, blue-eyed white ch1ld, dressed in the traditional blue dress and white stay-up stockings. Alia-2 was heavily tanned – a golden deep brown all over, in bright yellow shorts and a cheesecloth shirt, unbuttoned to the waist. Mack knew she was still too young to have breasts, but couldn’t tear his eyes away from the open shirt front, whenever she leant forward. Alia-3 was black and almost naked – just a tiny white thong and a big grin.
Alia-1 explained that Uncle Mack had to fuck them all by lunch time, then allowing time for their hymens to ‘heal’, again before tea and then again before bed. He could choose what order and where to take their virginities, provided they stayed within range of the monitoring equipment.
He had Alia-1 first, on the sofa; she lay very still, eyes and legs wide – just a trickle of blue liquid leaked from between her soft pussy lips. Mack had almost forgotten she was a Synth. He kissed her tenderly, whilst ravaging her cunt – piling on the pressure until he came deep within her hard body; still stroking those gorgeous thighs.
Alia-2 was up next, after a cup of coffee; Mack scooped her off the ground under the buttocks– her thighs wrapped around his waist.
The shorts split open on the first thrust – then her level 2-3 hymen broke; sucking his cock into her, trapping it. She screamed and gave a good imitation of a climax. Mack put her down, his cock sticky with her blueness. Alia-3 – the black beauty sucked him clean, then flipped around, pulling off the thong, offering her arse. Mack carefully engaged her cunt and slammed home, straight through her stretched level 4-5 protection. She definitely screamed, and didn’t stop until he pulled out, splattering sperm over her taut arse. Mack rapidly grew to love the taste of their blue fluid – slightly sweet but metallic.
Lunch
Alia-1 cooked him a rare steak and chips – just the way he liked it, then the three Teenie-Synths clambered up onto the table for ‘afters’.
All 3 wore white stay-up stockings – perfectly framing their pretty arses, facing towards Uncle Mack. The baby-pink of Alia-1 made her look particularly young between the deeply tanned backside of Alia-2 and the beautiful dark chocolaty brown of Alia-3. Now they were squashed up together, Mack could begin to see the very subtle variations between the ‘identical’ models of his darling human Alia. Alia-3 had fractionally wider hips and a deeper arse crack; he swore that Alia-2’s breast development had improved since this morning and
Alia-1 just looked more innocent and perfectly fuckable than ever.
BJ noticed Mack fondling Alia-3’s buttocks – one finger pressed tightly into her anus: “Just stick with cuntal today for the trial; you can have them anally another time. We haven’t perfected their design yet”. Mack wasn’t so sure there would be another time.
As soon as BJ had left the room, he was up on the table pressing rigid hard cock into that gorgeous black arse. Alia-3 submitted to his harsh demands with a loud throaty rumble, that Mack could feel flexing her arse muscles against the intruder. He pulled out, ramming it home into Alia-2, then finally the tightest arse of them all Alia-1. She felt divine – rocking forward on her knees to ease the pressure, then Mack pulled back on her arms – driving cock deep into her body.
Mack was only vaguely aware of the cameras in the breakfast room following his every move – zooming in to Alia’s tight buttocks, flexing under the onslaught. He was completely unaware of the numerous sensors in her bowels, measuring everything from speed and depth of penetration, to temperature, viscosity and arousal level. All this data was silently streamed back to the lab for analysis.
What became more obvious when Mack looked up at a monitor high on the wall was the view from a camera deep inside her body looking outwards towards his incoming cock. The head looked massive, thrusting aside her slick anal walls. He and Alia-1 stopped and studied the image for a moment, giggled and resumed her penetration. She was so tight, he hardly dared go the full depth for fear of breaking her, but then realised she was a Synth, not human, so carried on until the camera lens was coated in cum and the monitor image turned white.
Human Alia rescues Mack
That evening; the third round of fucking completed satisfactorily, BJ turned up: “Look who’s here to see you – she wants to take you home”. It was the real Alia, come to rescue her Uncle from the Synths. She agreed to stay the night, but only if her three clones slept on the sofa. The Viagra had already worn off by bed time, and Mack was worried about taking any more, so they just slept together until morning, when they made passionate love again. Mack completed all of BJ’s evaluation questions, then left with the real Alia, thinking that 9 deflowerings in one day was enough for anyone. Fortunately Mack had stopped ingesting the blue virginal fluids before it developed into the untreatable synthetic STD designed to reduce the human population through sex.
Prisons
Prisons were the first institution to be entirely run by Synths – from the Governor down to the ever-willing cell visitors. As each prisoner succumbed to fucking their male or female guard and went into a euphoric c***, they were quietly zipped into body bags and removed for incineration by the security firm G4Synth. Pretty soon the prisons were empty and re-opened as weekend Penal Experiences –the guests leaving in the same manner as the prisoners.
‘Virgin’ Teen-Synths were sent into schools to seduce staff and pupils; Teenie-Synths visited their ‘grand-parents’ in care homes to recapture their youth and have one last good-time.
Human Population
Within 25 years the world human population had stopped expanding and was actually dropping, due to most men preferring to fuck their Synth, rather than a human partner. Specialised Nurse-Synths ran most maternity wards, ensuring that mothers never had more than one healthy ch1ld, which for some reason always turned out to be infertile.
Within 50 years the last 6 humans on Earth were kept in a captive breeding programme by the Synths.
THE END OF CIVILISATION
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