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facsimile of a mouth, unarticulated, that his voice modulator echoed from. It just wasn’t the same.
    It wasn’t going to take much for me to get going, but then again it never did. The difference this time was that it’d been almost a week for me of not getting any, and that had to be some sort of a record. Damn, I’m going to pop like a fizzy drink when he… I really didn’t have enough time for ‘sex’ with John, having to settle for a quickie instead; by my estimate, we should be about an hour out from the jump point and I still had a few other things to take care of before arriving. It would be more than enough to get me by until after the cargo pickup, though.
    “John,” I said heavily, throwing my leg across his, grinding against the hard surface of his leg. “I’m horny.”
    “Do you wish to engage in sex, Margo?”
    “Yeah, but just your fingers. Do that little hand-twirly trick again.”
    “Yes, Margo.” John slid out from under me, and I couldn’t help but notice the wet, smear mark I’d left behind. Won’t need any lube this time, will I? I smirked. Damn I’m horny!
    I lay flat on my back, and lifted my legs high, holding one of them spread wide while my other hand moved between them. John awkwardly took a sitting position in front of me, rotating his upper torso 90 degrees until he was facing me. I jumped with a shiver and a playful screech that was more hysterical giggling than anything, when three of his smooth, cold, fingers eased their way inside me. Man, that will sure wake you up in the morning!
    “Slow at first John; I’ll let you know when to increase speed.”
    John’s hand began to rotate at the wrist, twirling his fingers inside me, moving them in and out, massaging my G-spot over and over with ruthless, mechanical enthusiasm. I closed my eyes with a grin, groaning out my pleasure, while attacking my clit in return. It was all about getting off for me and nothing less, and this was a sure way for it to happen in the shortest amount of time possible. Damn, I love it when he does this to me.
    It didn’t take long before the juices started to flow and the sloppy sound between my legs turned wet and squishy. My clit started to throb beneath my fingers and the convulsion-like tremors darting through my body began in earnest.
    “Faster John, fuck my pussy faster, give it to me.” My hand became a blur overtop my clit, as I gulped for air, flushed with heat.
    The first orgasm came as a hesitant trickle and I whined, going ridged, shivering with delight. Two minutes was pretty close to being my record, but not unexpected with as much build up as I had at the moment. At some point I started to screech my laminations to the world, losing control as I usually did.
    “Faster John, oh god yes!” I could actually hear the servos in his wrist ramping up now, whirling faster, as his fingers tortured another orgasm from inside me. This time it was a big one, a gusher, and they didn’t stop after that.
    There comes a point, even for a woman like me, when you just have to just throw in the towel, admitting defeat. Even I have limits, as to how much I can take in a very short amount of time. I hit that sexual overload point after only ten minutes of John’s magical fingers. I don’t know how many orgasms I had, I’d gone completely numb at some point, but the bed was soaked beneath my rump. I was actually lying in a puddle; you might as well have dumped a gallon or so of water between my legs, because no one would have known the difference.
    “Damn, that felt good, John,” I panted in an exhausted, and very satisfied heap of quivering girl flesh, while he stood waiting for me to come down off my sexual high.
    “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself Margo. I look forward to spending time like this with you.” Sure you do John , I snorted sadly to myself. If that were only true…
    I finally gathered enough strength to roll out bed, glowing with the wonderful after-sex happiness I always felt.