'Do Sex Dolls Dream of Inflatable Sheep?'
Chapter 06: Six — I Go Out with a Big Bang
I awoke to a scene of almost apocalyptic devastation. Margot's house had been left strewn with food and clothes, splashed with drink and cum, and littered with naked people. It had been the sound of Margot's husband, Gerry, clearing the trash from the dining table that had woken me. His hunched back was bent over a series of black bags he had shovelled the debris into and was now tying up. I raised my head from the sofa, looked around blearily, and screwed my eyes shut. It was going to be a struggle facing this.
"Outa sight, man, outa sight!" This was Jean who was also awake, sitting on the sofa at my feet and shaking his head at the scene around us. "Morning, baby doll." He smiled and passed me a spliff.
I was most grateful and kissed him good morning. He had brought his guitar and he strummed a few chords to the accompaniment of some more percussive crockery shovelling from the dining room. He began to growl in his gravelly baritone while I lay on my side, smoking, and watched Lesley approach us from where she had been quietly waiting for someone to need her again. She gazed impassively at both Jean and I. I nodded in Jean's direction and Lesley bent down before him. It was not long before Jean abandoned his guitar, unable to concentrate.
Lesley licked his thighs from knee to groin, then nibbled the tip of his twitching cock. I watched, amazed at how swiftly his erection grew in her mouth. He groaned and shut his eyes.
All this time troubled voices on the TV had been discussing that morning's shocking events. Everyone else in the room was still asleep, Jean was lost in intense pleasure and I was quickly getting stoned, so the news droned on pointlessly across the post orgiastic wasteland.
"A nuclear explosion has caused devastation and hundreds of thousands of casualties in the centre of Los Angeles, California, this morning. The blast, estimated at twenty five megatons, occurred at nine fifteen, just as many commuters were arriving at their places of work. So far the cause has yet to be determined, but it is believed to have been deliberate. President Hussein has already condemned the bombing, calling it 'an unprovoked and unprecedented attack on innocent American lives and property.' Many are calling it the worst attack on American soil ever, worse than both Pearl Harbour and Nine Eleven. Rumours that the organisation, Hookers Opposing Robots, may be responsible have yet to be confirmed."
"Oh my god!" gasped Jean.
Lesley had both his balls in her mouth and was stroking his erection with her hand, lubricating his precum all over the shaft. Jean had always produced copious precum, often making me think he had orgasmed long before he really had. Lesley then licked it up, covering every inch of him, before tonguing the slit of his helmet. I watched avidly as a thin tendril snaked from the tip of her tongue and entered his urethra. Her wide brown eyes looked up at his face to gauge his reaction. His mouth was an 'o' of shock and awe. She continued with this and slowly rubbed his penis up and down with both her slick palms. Then she deep throated him until her nose was pressed against his groin. I had never managed to accommodate all of his large willy in my mouth, but Lesley did not even gag. She held herself there while her tongue stuck out and slithered over his scrotum. Her eyes never left his face for a moment. Her tongue retracted, reappeared above his cock, then at the sides. The amazingly agile and flexible movements her long tongue was executing were also betrayed by undulations in the skin of her cheeks.
Jean's hips were bucking crazily when he came, grunting and groaning, shooting his thick gooey cum all over her lips and tongue. The thin tendril drilled into his penis again, prolonging his orgasm, drawing continual bursts of ecstasy from his genitals that would normally be impossible. She sucked his entire length again down to the balls, held him in her mouth for an age, drinking every drop of his semen.
When Jean opened his eyes and began breathing again he had slithered from the sofa and was in a crumpled, panting heap. Lesley gave us a spunk smeared innocent smile which made me giggle helplessly. I had been lying with my right foot placed by my left knee and my head in my hand, while my other hand rubbed at my swollen pleasure button. I did not penetrate myself as I was feeling sore inside. When I came I clamped my thighs together, squeezing my hand tightly and moaning softly into my spliff.
When my giggles had eventually subsided I mumbled to Jean, "Sweetheart, did you hear the news this morning?"
"News?" he mumbled back at me. He stood, put his kaftan on and looked at me expectantly, perhaps suggesting it was time we left.
Typical man, I thought. Fucks, cums and fucks off!
Alice, who had been woken by Jean's grunts, pushed herself over to me, the wheels of her chair crushing glasses and plates all the way. She stopped at the sofa and regarded me severely. She seemed anxious to leave. She had been squeezing her thighs together too, I had noticed, but was now attempting to convince me that she was indifferent to the sight of an such excellent blowjob.
"You need to watch yourself, girl," she told me. "It's people like you that those terrorist bitches're after. If you think you can carry on sharing this thing," she pointed at Lesley, "with the whole wide World, think again. They're out for your blood, Irma. Ain't nobody gonna protect you from them and their Weapons of Mass Destruction. They'll kill you and your toy in a flash!"
"Well, good morning to you too," I grumbled, dressing, while my spliff still hung from my lips. "I can always rely on you to revive my spirits."
I stumbled over to the dining room door and asked Gerry if he wanted some help. He merely continued stuffing broken items into the bags, shook his head and sighed. I was not sure if he had heard the news or not. I quickly washed in Margot's bathroom, found Margot fast asleep in a chair and wrote her a note. Having dressed Alice, I quietly wheeled her through to the hall, ushering Jean and Lesley before us to open the big old door. I felt terribly guilty leaving like this, but Alice would be needing her medication, Lesley would be needing her battery charging and her own peculiar form of sustenance, and I would be needing a comfortable sleep. No doubt Jean would be feeling restless, anxious to get off and do some busking, only somewhere away from the tourists in the town centre so as not to scare them.
On the drive home, during which Jean was constantly groaning and grunting in the back seat next to Lesley, I stopped briefly to buy a newspaper. I could hardly believe the report I had heard earlier and had been wondering if I had imagined it, but the papers all agreed. HOR had declared war on the World!
I had left my friends in the car which I had parked by a busy sidewalk. Lesley was visible through the window on the rear seat. As I approached, an old lady and her corgi were passing on the sidewalk. The dog paused to sniff my car's rear wheel, then urinate on it. The old woman tugged its lead, but it refused to move on, apparently curious about something in the car. Lesley saw me, stuck her head out and waved. I smiled and waved back, amazed at how human her actions often seemed. Then the corgi barked and I dropped the paper. The old lady screamed.
Lesley, who had been in her black racial configuration, instantly turned pale, her features thinning slightly, her hair sprouting streaks of red as if it had burst aflame. The excited dog yapped again and Lesley's skin darkened, her nose and lips thickening, her hair growing black with blonde streaks. Again the corgi barked and Lesley's racial configuration changed once more. The dog, having the time of its life, so pleased that someone could bother to react so dramatically to its barking, continued yelping, its front paws leaving the sidewalk each time it exclaimed its delight. With each bark Lesley turned from black to white, white to black like a lighthouse alerting people that a fuckbot was at large. The corgi put the whole of its little body into producing such a piercing sound that soon everyone in the vicinity were looking our way. When I arrived at the car I saw a young woman on the opposite sidewalk pointing at us.
"Irma!" screamed Alice from the passenger seat, "for Christ's sake, get us outa here!"
