My Life As A Teenage Robot Porn Story: Confidental Adventures
My Life as a Teenaged Robot
Brad hummed nervously as he busied himself cleaning his room, making sure things were as presentable as possible. After thinking the situation over, Brad had realized just how quickly he had been to agree to Jenny’s request. To be sure, he still had the opportunity to stop this before it went any further, if he wanted to. But the thing was that Brad really couldn’t say that he *didn’t* want this… the more he had thought it over, the more exciting the idea had become. Jenny *was* pretty, in her own special way, and having been her friend for so long a certain kind of attraction had naturally built up. Maybe this was just the logical next step in their friendship? Brad wasn’t sure, and pondering it at length wasn’t helping any. Best to make sure this went smoothly, at least. He’d already gotten the basics set up: tea candles set up around the room, romantic music ready to play at the touch of a button, lighting dimmed appropriately. Brad had even changed into his “Hugh Heffner” style robe and pipe combo, which he was thoroughly convinced made him appear much more suave. The only thing really left was for Jenny herself to arrive…
Speak of the devil, thought Brad, as Jenny gently tapped a finger against his second-floor bedroom window. Brad swung the window open to let his friend in, and caught sight of her outfit when he did. “Wow, Jenny, you look really… elegant in that dress. Come on in.” Jenny covered a smile with her hand and hovered into Brad’s bedroom, landing soundlessly on the carpet in the center of the room. “Well, this place sure looks different.” began Jenny, making small talk. Brad closed the window behind her and turned to face Jenny with a serious expression on his face. “Before we start anything, I just want to ask you one more time Jen, that you’re sure you’re… that we’re ready for this.”
Jenny rolled her eyes, not grasping the severity of the situation. However, if Brad needed to be sure, then she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to humor him. Crossing her arms over her chest, Jenny closed her eyes and soberly stated “Yes, Brad, I’ve thought it over and I’ve decided that I’m ready for you and I to do this sex thing.” Peeking one eye open, Jenny took another look around the room. “So how do we start? I don’t see any special equipment or instruction books…” Brad just cleared his throat, and muttered “uhh, those come later. For today just follow my lead, ok?” Brad pressed “play” on his remote control for his stereo system, filling the room with soft, rhythmic music. “Hey! I like this song.” exclaimed Jenny with enthusiasm. “I think I understand now… sex is a dance, right? That would explain why Brit and Tiff found out about it at dance clubs.”
“What? No.” corrected Brad, stepping in close to Jenny and placing his hands on her shoulders, halting Jenny’s attempt at a dance. “The music is just for atmosphere. To get you into the mood.” Jenny’s eyes wandered to Brad’s hands resting on her, suprized at the increased intimacy. “Mood? Now I’m confused again.” When Jenny’s gaze rose back up to meet Brad’s she found her voice suddenly gone, startled by the look of… desire that she found. “Just trust me for now.” said Brad softly, before pressing his lips against hers, sharing their first kiss.
Jenny froze, then gradually relaxed, leaning against Brad and attempting to return the kiss. Admittedly, she didn’t have a lot of practice with kissing, but she thought she did pretty well. Brad’s arms slid around to encircle Jenny’s shoulders, and she returned the gesture by hugging him around his torso. Jenny’s lips pressed against Brad’s again and again, each kiss lasting longer and growing more passionate then the last. After a few moments, the teens began swaying to the beat of the music as they embraced. Jenny really hadn’t expected this, and yet, it did feel right somehow. Before, Brad had always been her closest friend and companion, and she knew he had saved her life more then once. But she had never thought of him as more then a friend before now. But then again, why not? Because he wasn’t as popular as Don Prima? Because he wasn’t a fellow robot like Silver Shell or Kenny? Jenny knew those reasons weren’t valid… Brit and Tiff were proof that popularity isn’t any way to judge a person’s worth, and if there was something wrong with a robot dating a human then she should’ve given up trying for Don Prima a long time ago. Jenny closed her eyes, surrendering to the situation. Just when she thought she was getting the hang of things, Jenny felt Brad’s tongue push past her lips and slide into her mouth.
“Yeow!” exclaimed Brad, pulling his head back sharply. “What, what’s wrong? Did I make a mistake?” asked Jenny, confused. “No no, I was just suprized. I didn’t expect your mouth to be so hot inside.” replied Brad, closing the gap between them to try again. Jenny opened her mouth to make it easier, and extended her own tongue as Brad french kissed her. As Jenny returned her attention to their kissing, Brad’s hands began feeling around Jenny’s back, searching for a familiar zipper or clasp but only finding complicated clamps and locks. Brad pulled away from their kiss, frustrated. “Ah, Jen, I think I need a little help back here. How does this come off exactly?”
Jenny pulled away from Brad, confused. “What do you want to take my dress off for?”
“Well, it’s kinda necessary Jenny. We both have to be naked to have sex.”
“Naked?!” shouted Jenny, alarmed. “But… but I’ve never let anyone see me naked before. Well, except for mom, but that doesn’t really count. Are you sure?” Brad nodded solemnly. “’Fraid so. Remember, this was your idea, not mine. I’m just teaching you how I learned it at summer camp.” Jenny clasped her arms over her front protectively, her gaze falling to the floor as she thought it over. “Well…” she took a breath, “I guess so. But… you go first, ok? I’m kinda nervous still.”
“Ok. That’s fair, I guess.” Jenny took a seat on the edge of Brad’s bed and watched him undo the belt holding his robe shut. Letting the housecoat fall to the floor left him in one of his typical white shirts, and a pair of loose fitting tan slacks. Without skipping a beat Brad pulled the shirt off over his head, tossing it into a nearby laundry hamper. Brad paused to gage Jenny’s reaction, but she sat fairly expressionlessly on his bed, her hands folded on her lap and her eyes intently watching his every move. Brad hoped he would get a slightly better response from her when the rest was revealed… Cautiously and deliberately Brad unbuckled his pants and them slide off his legs, his underwear following right behind them. Brad felt relief wash over him and a smile grow on his face when Jenny gasped at the sight.
“What the hell is that?!” exclaimed Jenny, pointing at Brad’s groin. Brad’s smile disappeared instantly, and he nearly fainted when Jenny’s forearm sprouted into a complex looking laser aimed directly at his manhood. “Don’t move Brad, I’ll get it!”
Brad quickly covered his genitals with both hands, his blood turning ice-cold. “Jenny, STOP!!! Put your gun away! Everything’s ok, please!” Jenny slowly retracted her weapon and returned to her normal arm shape, but Brad’s hands remained clamped over his nether region as he shivered, his face pale. “I’m sorry Brad, I thought that fuzzy thing between your legs was some kinda parasite attacking you. What is it?” asked Jenny. Brad calmed down slightly, getting his breathing back to normal. “You mean you’ve never seen a guy’s wang before? Not even in a textbook or something?”
“Never.” Jenny claimed “I didn’t even know what a “wang” was. Can I see it again?” Brad shifted nervously “You promise not to attack it?” Jenny nodded in agreement, reassuring him, and Brad lifted his hands away and stepped closer to Jenny, letting her take a closer look. For a minute Jenny just looked it over, extending a single finger to gently poke at it. “You gotta admit, it does look like it has a tentacle. I can hardly be blamed for my mistake. Who would’ve know it was a… wang, right?”
“Wang, Johnson, Peter, Dick, they’re all good names. Most people I know call it a penis or cock though.” Brad stated, watching Jenny carefully to make sure she didn’t attempt to pull it off or anything. Exploring, Jenny cupped Brad’s testicles in her palm, feeling their weight in her hand and jiggling them around a little. While touching and feeling Brad’s male organs, Jenny suddenly realized that his cock was lengthening and starting to stick up towards her. “Did I do that? I hope I didn’t break it…” She looked up for reassurance from Brad, who had a pleased expression. “Oh, you’re doing just fine Jenny.” he answered, “But now it’s your turn. You’ve seen me naked, so now it’s my turn to see you.”
With a sigh Jenny rose to her feet and stood in front of Brad as he took her seat on his bed. “You know, it took me twenty minutes to get this dress on.” Jenny complained, her arms extending to reach behind her and begin undoing the clamps that held the dress onto her. The top three came undone first, and Jenny allowed the top of the dress to fall forward, exposing her bare chest. Brad kept himself from saying anything, but couldn’t help but stare at her stark white skin and light blue nipples. Jenny worked the remaining seals open, trying to ignore her nervousness. Finally, the dress released it’s grip on her frame and slid to the floor, making a metallic clank when it hit. Jenny paused before she went to work on her thong, while Brad gave an appreciative whistle. “You really think I’m attractive Brad?” asked Jenny, her voice timid. Brad nodded, answering “I really do Jenny. I think… that I’m really glad you asked me to teach you.”
Jenny smiled, and went to work removing her thong. A few moments later she slipped it off, standing fully naked before Brad. Jenny waiting Brad’s next instructions, but Brad only continued to stare at her body, now focusing on the spot between her legs where he could see what looked to be a fully developed pussy. Unlike the other girls Brad had been with however, Jenny was completely hairless below her head, which he found quite arousing. “Ok, so… what next?” she asked, getting anxious at being ogled so openly. Brad patted a spot on the bed beside him, indicating for her to come sit next to him. Jenny did so, and the two teens promptly resumed making out. Gently but firmly Brad pushed Jenny down onto the bed, laying her down on her back and climbing on top of her. Pulling his lips from hers, he trailed his kisses from her cheek to her neck and down to her chest. Sliding his fingers over her small breasts, Brad felt her nipples extend against his palms, jutting firmly against his flesh. Grinning to himself over the rapid response he had gotten from Jenny’ body, Brad turned his head downward and fastened his lips around one erect nipple, coating it with saliva and swirling his tongue around it.
Almost instantly, Brad was rewarded with a mild electrical shock to his mouth. He instinctively pulled his head away, but the jolt still left his lips tingling and a little numb. “Whad wuz dat?!” exclaimed Brad, his speech slurring from his stunned lips. Jenny giggled, “Sorry, those are electrodes connected to my internal batteries. Your saliva must have worked as a conductor, and given you a little shock. Try not to touch the connection points on them and you should be fine.” Brad flexed his lips, recovering from the zap of electricity. “Anything else I should know about?”
Jenny thought about that for a moment. “Well, what else do we need to do for sex?”
Brad dropped any more attempts at being romantic, the shock killing the last of his patience. “Well, I put my penis inside you, kinda move it in and out for a while, and then we cum. It doesn’t sound as fun as it actually is.” Jenny looked at Brad suspiciously, as if she didn’t quite believe him. “You want to put your wang inside me? Inside me where?” glancing down at the organ in question Jenny noticed it had grown significantly larger then the last time she had looked, and looked firm to the touch. “I don’t even know where you expect that to fit, without at least dismantling part of me first.” Jenny got her answer when she felt Brad’s hand touch her between her legs, stroking his middle finger in the groove between her protective lips. “Uuuhhmmm!” Jenny moaned involuntarily as she felt pleasurable sensations for the second time that day, this time from someone else’s hand instead of her own. Spreading Jenny’s lower lips apart with his fingers, Brad pushed his middle finger onward into Jenny’s newly discovered opening.
“Brad, wait, not there… I don’t think your cock would even fit in there anyway.” whispered Jenny, her voice quivering from the pleasure that Brad’s fingers were giving her, but tinged with the fear that Brad would activate her embarrassing malfunction. “Nah, it’ll fit,” responded Brad, “you’re already getting wet, see?” as proof Brad raised his slick finger for Jenny to see, before popping it into his mouth and licking it clean. “You know, you actually taste kinda similar to human girls.” he commented casually, with Jenny looking on aghast. “Brad! You just licked up my… leak! My malfunction! I don’t even know what that stuff is!” Brad smirked, confident. “I’m pretty sure it’s not a malfunction Jenny… as far as I can tell, it’s just a lubricating fluid, just like all girls make when they get in the mood. Nothing to get upset over.” Jenny was still unsure, but couldn’t fight the sensations Brad’s fingers continued to give her. “Mmmm… your fingers feel really good in my hole Brad… even better then when I did it…” Brad leaned down and kissed Jenny’s cheek, never stopping his fingering. “Jenny, you need to learn some vocabulary. Don’t call it your ‘hole’. That’s so bland. Call it your pussy, your cunt, your cootch, your beaver… anything but ‘hole’, ok?”
“Unnnhhh-huunnhh… ok…. Brad….” Jenny breathed, growing steadily more excited. Brad rested his head against Jenny’s shoulder and kissed at her neck, pumping his fingers in and out of Jenny’s sex and listening to her sighs of pleasure. “Brad, I want… I’m ready for you to put your… cock… into my… pussy now… please…” Brad nodded, repositioning himself over her and placing the tip of his member at Jenny’s entrance. Brad held onto Jenny, hugging her around her torso, and pressing his lips against hers in a firm kiss. Pushing into her, Jenny’s body accepted him easily, her juices lubricating the motion of his erect cock spearing into her hot tunnel. Brad was quite surprised when he felt his erection tear through something inside Jenny, some paper-thin barrier hidden inside her. Jenny’s body suddenly stiffened under him; apparently she had felt it too. “Are you alright Jenny?” Brad asked slowly “I think I felt something tear.” Jenny’s eyes were open, looking straight up at the ceiling. “I think…” she stated slowly, “ …that I just felt my warranty expire.”
When Brad had determined that Jenny wasn’t in any pain, Brad explained that he really hadn’t expected a robot girl to have a a hymen of any kind. “It’s really ok, I didn’t know about it either, and I didn’t feel any real pain. How important could it have been, anyway?” comforted Jenny, stroking her hands over Brad’s back. She caught his lips in a kiss and extended her tongue into his mouth, letting him know she wasn’t discouraged. “Brad, really I’m fine. And I’d really like to start the ‘in and out’ part that you mentioned.” His own hormones urging him on as well, Brad didn’t resist and returned to his lip-lock with Jenny. While the lovers shared an ongoing french kiss, Brad began pumping his cock in and out of Jenny’s tight passage, feeling her squeal into his mouth as the sensations coursed through her nerves. Slow at first but gradually picking up speed, Brad enjoyed every second of it, Jenny even wrapping her slender legs around his waist to add her movements to his own. Jenny’s ears were ringing, or maybe there was a phone ringing elsewhere in the house, it was hard to tell at the moment.
“Ohhhngg… Brad, this is sooo good. I feel so, so full. Thank you so much for showing me how to have sex.” Jenny hugged Brad tightly, nuzzling her face against his shoulder as he pounded away at her slippery pussy. Brad only nodded hastily in response, unable to produce much more then grunts. “Mmmmm, unnhh, oh Brad, uhn, yes, I think, unh, I’m close, something, is gonna happen soon, unh, unh, ohhhh!”
Brad’s pace seemed to double, his manhood pistoning into Jenny as a furious pace. “Me too Jen. In fact, I’m there right now! OOOHHHHH! Uhn uhn uhn uhhhnnn!!!” Jenny felt a sudden burst of heat flood her abdomen, as Brad pumped some kind of fluid deep into her insides. “Don’t stop!” she screamed as Brad started to slow his thrusts, “I’m so close! Just a little more…..!!!” Jenny’s voice died as her body flew into a fitful spasm, her fingers gouging handfuls of mattress from the bed and her legs tensing completely straight. Her insides quivered and shook, and Jenny let loose a long, loud scream of pleasure, just as an electrical discharge fired off inside her vagina and arced into Brad’s member, the jolt of electricity surging through his genitals and making Brad yelp in pain.
Jenny collapsed back on the bed, her body limp, as her systems went through a quick reboot. A few seconds later she was able to lift her head and saw Brad curled into the fetal position at the foot of the bed, clutching his groin and wincing. “O-owwww…!” he moaned, “I don’t think I have any burns, but still… geez! You could warn me next time! That really stings!” Jenny sat up and lifted Brad over to lay next to her in the bed, her super strength having no trouble with his slender frame. “I’m sorry Brad,” she apologized “I didn’t know that was going to happen. I’ve never felt anything near to that before!” Trying to comfort him, Jenny pulled a sheet up over the two of them, and kissed Brad on the cheek. “I’m really sorry, especially after you just made me feel so good too. I hope you’re not mad at me. I was hoping that we might be able to do that again sometime…”
Brad relaxed his wincing, calming down as the pain faded. “Well Jen, that’s the thing… this one time, we could chalk it up as a learning experience for you… just something between really close friends. But if we keep doing this… then… we’d have to consider becoming a couple first. Otherwise you’d get a reputation as a slut.” Jenny paused, then looked at Brad hopefully. “Brad… I do think you’d make a pretty great boyfriend. If you’re interested in me at all, that is…” Brad looked over into Jenny’s eyes, smiling at her compliment. “Well, it would be pretty cool to have a superhero girlfriend. Plus we already spend tons of time together, and I know it would freak Tuck out if he knew we were dating.”
“So does that mean… you’re my boyfriend now?” Asked Jenny, a dark blue blush forming in her cheeks. Brad grinned and nodded, “Yep, guess so. Just as long as we keep things casual for now… we’re still in high school, so no need to rush anything right?” Jenny agreed and rested her head on Brad’s chest, sighing and draping one arm over his chest.
Elsewhere in the house, Sheldon peeked around corners and searched the ground floor, looking for Brad and Jenny. “First they don’t answer the phone, then they don’t answer the door, but the lights are on and the door is unlocked… I hope they’re ok, I don’t know what could’ve happened to them.” Climbing the staircase, Sheldon felt guilty about his intrusion into the Carbunkle residence but assured himself it was for the best. “They probably just decided to study upstairs in Brad’s room, it won’t be a big deal if I just pop in to remind Jenny about my news.” Sheldon reached Brad’s bedroom door an quietly opened in and stepped inside, freezing in place as soon as his foot hit the floor and the scene before him registered in his mind.
Jenny and Brad were naked, cuddling up together with only a sheer white bed sheet covering them, their clothing strewn about the floor and the two of them making lovesick puppy-dog eyes at each other. Sheldon felt like he was going to faint, or vomit, or have a heart attack, or some combination of the three. Then Jenny spoke, “Y’know Brad, I think I’m going to enjoy being your girlfriend…” and then Sheldon knew he was going to be sick. He managed a single, strangled cry before he ran sobbing from the room. It’s possible Jenny called out “Sheldon! Wait…!” or something like that as he left, but he couldn’t really hear anything for sure thanks to the blood pounding in his ears and the sounds of his own misery. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs his eyes were so filled with tears that he was navigating the house on memory alone. Sheldon stormed out the front door and out into the cool night air, running towards his house along the shortest route possible.
Inside, Jenny had quickly thrown on Brad’s housecoat and tied it shut, opening the bedroom window to chase after Sheldon. Bothering to put the robe on had only taken about four seconds, but by the time she reached the window she could see Sheldon had already crossed the lawn and was stepping off the sidewalk and out into traffic. Temporarily blind and deaf as he was, Sheldon still probably heard the screech of tires and saw the headlights of the truck, an instant before it hit him.