By Slim n' Dusty
The room in the basement was gloomy. She had been told to keep it that way. A small electric lamp in one corner offered modest lighting. She sat down on the mattress that both herself and Nikki shared.
Theirs was a loose kind of schedule. Nikki would take her turn while Laura was attending college during the early part of the day, and then while Nikki was at work it would be her turn. Her own frequent visits were partly through curiosity, partly through maintenance, partly through wanton lust. She was also there to check up on him, like some attentive nurse.
She would have loved being there all the time to watch him, but daily demands kept her away.
And even when these demands invaded her time at college, she often drifted off thinking about him, thinking of his passive naked body, almost like he was a man born fully-developed and straight into the world. In the boring lectures, she would often reawaken with her legs crossed and her mind full of desires and fantasies. Even though he was officially hers, she had hinted to Nikki that something may come from her special gift after he had been cured, as she had risked so much to bring him to her...
Laura strained to look at the time on her watch and then lay back on the mattress. She knew the routine well. A familiar hum began as his primary pump kicked in. She watched the changes occurring to his body, his muscles systematically contracting and then relaxing. Each movement a slow rippling effect sweeping his entire torso.
She watched the muscular action descend from jaw to neck, from neck to chest, from chest to stomach and then to his thighs, where they would twitch and shudder, and it was then that she began to touch herself. The gentle humming of the motor was relaxing and watching him respond to it turned her on.
Nikki had been so right when she chose him for Laura. She had been listening to her conversations about the ideal man for so long that the picture must have been hammered into bronze – or polymer in this case. Now he was in front of her - the pump pushing the fluid through his body, maintaining his definition, preserving his image slowly so that it would remain indefinitely with her, beside her and in her – immune from rot, just for her.
The first time she saw him harden in front of her came as a surprise. Nikki hadn't told her that he would be capable and she squealed with delight. Later, Nikki warned her not to touch him. Covering him in underclothes would impede the process of preservation. Laura relented, but inwardly it made her squirm with desire. She loved him naked, of course, but to dress him up and then down slowly would have fully iced the cake.
On the day her underclothes were on him, she lay there watching as his erection filled her panties and push against the soft cotton. She moaned at the sight, his hardness being held taut by the soft material, but the real clinch came when the cotton failed to contain him. The spongy tip of his penis made its announcement, pushing past the elastic waistline and rising towards his belly button.
She wore those panties for an entire week after that one.
On the odd day, both Nikki and Laura would be together with him in the basement, where they would kiss and fondle one another. Both of them lovesick and desirous of his interaction. Nikki told Laura that she wanted to see her with him for the first time and Laura smiled.
Nikki knew what Laura enjoyed and she would see that she got it for her first occasion with him. Laura's conversations about the ideal man had not fallen on deaf ears, nor had her time pleasuring her. Nikki had intended to help Laura out for quite a while, although she was pretty she knew that Laura was a little shy with the guys. But it wasn't until she'd thought of her work, that she realised how she could help her.
Her position as an assistant at the local morgue had only been temporary, but she'd already checked out the kind of people who worked there and none of them appeared to fit Laura's tastes. All of them seemed either shy or just inward types, there was nothing outstanding with the male staff there at all, and it was a male that Laura was keen on finding.
Nikki wanted Laura to meet a man who wasn't going to upset the stable relationship they'd already established. Men were always jealous of close women and it wasn't until she'd laid eyes on the male bodies who were being constantly wheeled in, that she thought one of these would make an ideal companion for her. There would be no emotional interference, just a physical offering when it was demanded.
The man she eventually thought ideal for Laura had been a carpenter by trade and looked hellishly fit. She took advantage of the odd hours she worked to shuffle the necessary paperwork and, luckily, nobody had come to claim him. He was going to be cremated swiftly, but one night she managed to get the man's body out of the morgue and back home fast.
Her main task was the preservation of his young body without losing the required functions and she'd already read up on a process that would ensure maximum preservation. She wanted as much of the man intact as possible. Her own understanding of male anatomy helped her construct a system that would make the man functional, with the assistance of pressurised fluids in exact places.
Sitting back on the mattress now, with Laura, made her realise just how all her work and effort had paid off. His body, though pale yellow, looked male-shape perfect and thoroughly enticing. Whilst she fitted him out she resisted several urges to just mount him then and there, but she wasn't sure if Laura would grow to like him and didn't realise just how besotted she would become of him. Laura was already spending most of the time in the basement and she still hadn't decided on what to call him.
Sometimes Nikki would walk away, pretending to leave the house, and she would return to find her down there opposite him in a corner of the room. The sound of his humming pump would encourage her to touch her tender parts. It was then that Nikki knew she'd done the right thing for her.
She leaned over and kissed Laura, their tongues made brief contact before she withdrew to Laura's left earlobe and began nibbling. 'What are you thinking?' she whispered.
Laura kept her eyes half-closed 'your special gift to me!'
'I wasn't sure if that kind of thing would be what you had in mind, so I made a guess.'
'He's wonderful. Perfect. I just wish I could do something now!'
Nikki smiled. She would be able to do something with him next week, when the full term of cure was reached. 'You can have him on your birthday!'
'My birthday is not coming quick enough!'
Nikki traced her fingers down Laura's belly, sliding them between her legs. She watched as Laura's eyelids and mouth tightened up from the contact.
Nikki arrived in the basement. Laura hadn't gone to bed at all that night. She knew that she'd been thinking about this day. She lay there on the mattress, restless. Nikki walked over to Laura's gift and carefully lifted him on the trolley. Sure enough, his flesh appeared smooth, yet shiny and rubbery. A sign that he was now cured. She heard Laura moan as she strapped the young man to the trolley. Laura had rolled over on her belly. Nikki thought she was already awake and was playing up for this moment, but wasn't sure.
It was only when she wheeled the young man closer that Nikki had realised what Laura was up to - lifting herself up to her knees, she let her buttocks face Nikki and her gift. Nikki loosened two of the four straps that held the young man, but she wasn't going to offer Laura her gift just yet. She leaned toward Laura's kneeling figure and tied her hands firmly behind her back.
She then ensured that Laura's freshly-cured man was tied firmly to the trolley with the remaining two straps before wheeling him closer to Laura. The primary pump started to force fluid through his sex tubing. Nikki watched Laura as she responded to the sound – her hands began to writhe in their bonds but they were bound fast.
Nikki smiled. It was obvious that Laura had been thinking of this moment all night. She watched the dead man's cock gradually swing outwards towards Laura's butt as the pump engorged it with fluid. Laura shivered as she felt the chill of his stiffening sex momentarily brush against the back of her right thigh, her struggle to remain motionless and keep her self-control was waning.
Nikki began to test the strength of her discipline, whispering her fantasies back to her whilst allowing the man's cock to brush against the inside of her thigh. She used one hand to slowly pull Laura's panties down to reveal her developed state of arousal. She ran her fingers down Laura's straining back, kissing her right buttock and moving up to her shoulders and neck.
Laura shivered as she began to nibble from neck to earlobes and back to neck. She breathed close to Laura, her warm mouth deliberately focusing on her ears, where she gradually introduced her tongue. Laura began to thrash about, but the bonds held tight. Nikki's tongue action continued mercilessly and Laura writhed from the buildup of this new sensual pleasure.
'Do you want him?'
Laura groaned, still writhing.
'You wish to not answer me, then?' Nikki replied with mocking sincerity.
Nikki moaned, sucked and planted her tongue back into Laura's ear with a ferocious intensity. Laura kept pulling her head away. Nikki held Laura by the throat with one hand, with the other she reached back and held the man's penis, now forcibly erect. She started by guiding it to Laura's pubic mound to begin a slow, circular rub, followed by some gentle slaps against her butt.
Laura's thighs began to shudder with the sensation. She never thought that a fantasy should be brought into reality, but this had completely shattered that notion. Laura still remembered the way the dead man's cock had filled her panties as Nikki expertly guided his manhood over and around her exposed sex before she paused, only to start another circular movement. Her female manipulation of him against her was proving devastating.
Nikki watched as Laura's thighs shuddered from the contact. Her self-control began to swiftly dissolve as her body began to tighten up, caught in its own vice. Helplessly, her self-discipline dissolved.
'Please, I want him!'
Nikki detected the change in Laura but did not relent.
'You do, do you?'
'Yes', she gasped.
'But the question is how badly do you want him?'
'Very', she replied.
'Then you do exactly as I say!
The teasing continued between her legs until Nikki moved to untie Laura's bonds. Once the bonds to her arms and legs had been untied, she ordered Laura onto her back. Laura obediently rolled over. Nikki then retied her ankles and wrists.
'You've done well. Here is a small reward!'
She slowly rubbed the man's tip against her while she listened to Laura's moans. She nudged the trolley forward with her pelvis. The man's body obediently followed, leaning towards Laura's sex. She smiled at his predicament, his helplessness, his total mindless obedience as his prick pressed firmly against Laura's vulva.
'She would let him see us?'
Nikki watched as the back of Laura's head nodded quickly.
'Yes!' she gasped. 'I want him to bear witness, to watch me take him completely, I want him to watch me swallow him'.
'But he has no right to know about us!' Nikki played along.
After a brief pause, she unlocked his eyelids. The dead man's glazed eyes saw nothing, nor did he feel the sensation in his young prick as Nikki slowly slipped the thick, spongy head past Laura's moist labias. 'Happy Birthday, honey!' Nikki whispered as she eased the rest of his cool, pale shaft into her warm vagina. Laura writhed as she felt her body respond to his cool presence inside her.
After a few shallow thrusts, Nikki's hips slowly withdrew the man's prick from her, re-emerging it from its all-too-brief embrace. Again she made circular movements against Laura's sex with his freshly-exposed, glistening shaft. Slapping the numb tool against her warm butt.
Her hand was now mastering the ownerless cock, guiding it, giving it a woman's insight, making it slip inside Laura when she was least expecting it, making it exit her when she was most in need. At least until she thought Laura would faint from the teasing. Just as her limbs would shudder, Nikki would return the dead man's cock to her once again, reassuring her with his presence, thrusting him firmly, deeply, sharply. Filling her, rewarding her for all those months of waiting.
Yesterday, she was pleasuring herself in front of him. Now, Nikki was providing her with movements that were now short and sharp, short and sharp enough so that Laura could feel the man's balls gonging rhythmically against her. Pendulous with their weight. Balls full and unspent.
Nikki knew that those balls would stay put, they would not tighten nor lift to an orgasmic release. They were just there for an aesthetic accompaniment to the rest of his body. A relic from when he was alive. He would stay hard for as long as Laura could stand it. A real gift. A play pal for the bedroom. She could thrust him inside her for as long as she needed it and he would selflessly tease her entrance without ever needing a release.
He was a full-scale Ken doll, complete with cock and balls, the way Ken & Barbie should have been made. Selflessly giving. Selflessly pleasuring...
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