VR Suit I

She opened the bulky box with the discreet "Teledildonic 
Technologies" logo and carefully searched through its contents. 
Although she was eager to try the suit, she knew she'd have to 
install the interface and the software. Installing the interface 
card took her half an hour. She re-booted her computer; so far, so 
good. Now to install the software. As she waited for each diskette 
in turn to copy its contents to her hard drive, she carefully 
shook out the suit and examined it. The installation program 
finally signaled that it was done, and she connected the cable 
from the suit to the interface. Then she took off all her clothes 
and began to put on the suit.

It consisted of a full-body spandex catsuit that covered her from 
neck to toes and fingertips. (She hadn't spent the extra money for 
the head-and-face extension.) The inside of the suit was studded 
with soft rubbery devices, each of which had to be carefully 
aligned with her erogenous zones. Bands of electrocontractile 
material and specially textured areas took care of her feet and 
the backs of her knees. As she smoothed the suit up her body, she 
came to the more complex parts; servo-operated protrusions 
designed to fit her bodily orifices. A small one fitted into her 
anus; a larger ("and quite lifelike!" she thought) one slipped 
into her vagina; and a strange-looking little knob snuggled up 
against her clitoris. She continued to fit the suit to her body, 
zipping it up the front as she went. Two hollow devices vaguely 
resembling the working parts of a milking machine ("how 
appropriate!") clamped onto her nipples. The rubbery plastic was 
warm, but just cool enough to make her nipples begin to stiffen. 
She slipped her arms into the sleeves, feeling more textured 
patches and electrocontractile bands fit themselves into place.

Suddenly she had a moment of trepidation; what if she didn't 
*like* the sensations the suit produced? But she put aside her 
last-minute jitters and launched the program to activate the suit. 
A menu of options appeared on the screen:

Rectal Penetration: (*)Shallow ( )Deep
Speed: 60
Vaginal Penetration: ( )Shallow (*)Deep
Speed: 60
Clitoral Stimulation: ( )Pulsate (*)Rotate
Speed: 60
Nipple Stimulation: ( )Gentle (*)Intense
(*)Simultaneous ( )Alternating
Speed: 60
Synchronize:
(*)Rectal (*)Vaginal (*)Clitoral (*)Nipple
Secondary Erogenous Zone Stimulation: (*)Yes ( )No
Orgasm Autosense: (*)On ( )Off

PRESS F1 TO START - PRESS <ESCAPE> TO QUIT

She pressed F1.

The electrocontractile fibers embedded in the spandex began to 
massage her body in a surprisingly enjoyable fashion; the textured 
areas on the insides of her knees and elbows tickled just enough. 
After a preprogrammed lag, the direct stimulation kicked in. The 
dildo-like inserts in her rectum and vagina began to thrust, just 
as she'd programmed them, while the clitoral stimulator rubbed her 
in insistent circles and the breast cups sucked on her nipples. 
She'd never had ALL her erogenous zones stimulated at once before; 
no human could do that for another. In seconds she was squirming 
and breathing raggedly. This was going too fast; she summoned a 
measure of self-control and reset some of the parameters on the 
menu. Ahh... that was better. Everything was still going on at 
once, but at a pace that didn't threaten to bring her to orgasm 
before she'd even begun. She leaned back and allowed the full 
array of sensations to sweep through her body.

She let her mind wander, intrigued by the fantasies that surfaced 
as the suit continued to stimulate every erogenous zone 
simultaneously. The scenes she imagined wouldn't be physically 
possible, because people would be getting in each other's way, but 
she surprised herself with some of the individuals who drifted 
into her erotic fantasy. The tall, dark-haired man was fucking her 
in the usual manner, while the shorter blonde man was somehow 
simultaneously tonguing her clit and gently poking his finger into 
her ass. Meanwhile, two voluptuous women - one dark-skinned, one 
pale - were sucking her nipples. She wondered distantly if this 
resembled the legendary "Mongolian clusterfuck". By now she was 
writhing, straining against the suit, holding off her orgasm as 
long as possible while the program attempted to bring her to 
orgasm with computerized efficiency. Finally she could hold back 
no longer. The involuntary gasps and moans she hadn't even known 
she was making rose to a long-drawn-out howl as she came. The suit 
sensed her orgasmic convulsions, and began its end-program 
sequence, stimulating her more gently so that she came again 
almost immediately, and then yet again. As her body's spasms 
decreased, so did the suit's movements, gradually slowing to a 
stop. With the last set of synchronized pulsations, she had one 
last, weak orgasm, and then lay limp in her chair, breathing as if 
she'd just run up several flights of stairs. A few minutes went by 
before she could open her eyes and see the message on her computer 
screen:

REPEAT PROGRAM? (Y/N)