Educating May 1105

The beautiful space-faring cyborg had little understanding of human desire, but a willingness to learn....

 

(FF, nc)

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

 

Star Cruiser Truesight

Kamaia Koi turned away from her control panel when she heard a coarse laugh. She saw the newest member of engineering staring after Donaldson as he walked away. She didn’t like May 1105 Goodhope being in her engineering room, let alone fiddling with the controls, but she knew what a man like Donaldson was capable of.

“May? Are you all right?” she asked.

“Of course,” May replied mechanically. As a cyborg, she often took things too literally. Her kind was constructed of cloned human bodies paired with cybernetic brain.

“I saw you staring at Donaldson. Did he say something to you? Something offensive?”

“He merely observed that I have an exterior that matches the strength and rigidity of Truesight’s hull.”

“I’ll bet he did, but not in those words,” Koi growled, glaring in the direction he walked off in.

“Was his comment inappropriate?” May asked ingenuously.

Koi looked at May with sympathy. Her direct data access ports and phenomenal computational abilities gave May 1105 Goodhope great advantages in doing her job, but her robotic character left her interpersonal skills sorely lacking. "Yes, it was. You shouldn't stand for comments like that."

"But surely if I sat down every time someone uttered a similar remark, I would not get much work done."

Koi stifled a laugh. It was probably true. May certainly attracted coarse remarks from the more lascivious crewmen. May 1105 Goodhope was very cold and mechanical in her emotions and mannerisms—but her body was all woman. May's body was a gorgeous specimen, hand-picked from top athletes—tall, blond, and beautiful, with broad shoulders and high, proud breasts. She tapered to a narrow waist that blossomed into feminine hips that gave way to long, athletic legs. The Goodhope line of cyborgs invited more than a few leers from nearly every man who worked with them. A few on board had even reportedly tried to seduce May, but with clumsy and curtailed results.

"I just mean it shouldn't happen," Koi explained. "Look, if you have any trouble with Donaldson or anyone else, feel free to come to me. I know how to handle them."

It was true. Kamaia Koi wasn't as tall or curvaceous as May, but she was beautiful and her half-Anduan ancestry gave her an exotic hint of danger. It wasn't all hinting, of course. She had fended off more than one romantic advance with an angry elbow or stiff backhand. The Anduan race was a warrior race. Sexual mastery had to be won forcefully—not with flirtatious horseplay.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Koi."

"Call me Kamaia," Koi said, touching her lightly. "I know your adjustment hasn't been easy. Believe me, I know what it's like. If you ever need a shoulder to lean on—or someone to open up to, you can come to me. My door is always open."

"Thank you, Kamaia." Koi began to walk away.

"Kamaia?" May said suddenly.

"Yes?"

"Would it be possible for me to come to your quarters after duty hours?"

There was something odd in May's manner suddenly—nothing sinister, merely something more than the cold impersonal front she usually wore. For a split second, Koi's Anduan side was suspicious, but then she decided that it was a good sign.

"Certainly," she said, smiling warmly. "We'll have dinner together."

Later, after the shift had ended, Kamaia Koi relaxed in her quarters. She had changed into a silky sleeveless tunic that showed off bare legs and shoulders, and the fact that she was braless. It wasn't something she normally wore when she might get a visitor, let alone when she was going out. It was too feminine for public display—altho she had seen other women on board dressed similarly when they were off duty.

But this evening was different. She wanted to encourage May 1105 Goodhope to get in touch with her emotions and to open up to her—not that Kamaia was a very open person. She prided herself on being all business when she was on duty and nearly all business even when she wasn't. She didn't let many people get close to her. And even those who did sometimes got their fingers burned.

She was browsing thru the ship's literature on morale and emotional aid when May arrived. May was dressed in the same skin-tight uniform she usually wore. A slightly odd look came over her as she entered. "You've changed your uniform," she observed.

Kamaia flushed a little. "Yes," she said, trying to react casually. "I just wanted to relax and— Well, I don't wear a uniform every minute of the day, May."

"Of course," May replied, looking down at herself. "I have only one sort of uniform."

"I'm sure we could find something else for you," Kamaia offered. "You should have a full wardrobe."

"Thank you, Kamaia. Would it be appropriate for me to ask to try on what you are wearing?"

"Uh, well, I—I don't know...if it would fit," Kamaia stammered. She being several inches shorter than May, her tunic would hardly cover May's firm posterior. "Maybe...I have something else," she said, turning to her closet.

"Thank you," May said, unzipping her uniform.

Kamaia rustled around in her clothes, looking for something feminine that might not be too revealing when draped over May's statuesque frame. "You know," she said over her shoulder, "the right outfit might help you to loosen up." She found a long tunic that might be right. "It wouldn't be appropriate while you're on duty, but if you had something to wear that was...feminine," she said coming out of the closet, "maybe at times like this it would help you relax and open up—"

May 1105 Goodhope stood rigidly by the table, completely naked.

"—a little."

The tall blond's creamy skin took on a pale glow in the lamplight. Her large breasts hung proudly, firm and pointed. Her flat stomach curved gently down to a neatly trimmed, golden-haired mound. The magnificent sight took Kamaia aback.

"Wow," she said quietly.

"What is it?"

"I was... just... thinking how every man aboard would do... anything to trade places with me right now."

May straightened ever so slightly more than usual. "You are remarking on my sexual attractiveness."

"Yes," Kamaia blushed, turning away slightly and running her hand thru her hair.

"I understand. I took note of your own sexual attractiveness when I entered."

"What?"

May moved to the bed. "I said I took note of your sexual attractiveness when I entered. You are very... beautiful. And when I saw that you were out of uniform, I noticed your... muscular legs and bare shoulders."

Kamaia could hardly believe her ears. "My muscular legs—?"

"To be candid, it did not occur to me that you might have invited me here for sexual purposes."

"What?!" Kamaia cried. "I'm just trying to be your friend. If you think I got you here to try to...seduce you—"

"However, I now find myself... adaptable to the idea."

Kamaia stared open-mouthed at the nude Amazon before her. "Excuse me?"

"I have been... curious about sexual activity for some time now. But it seemed unwise to indulge myself, given the internal political ramifications. There could be... rumors, ill feelings. Many on board Truesight consider me a threat."

Kamaia put the tunic down and approached her. "Look, May, you're very beautiful. And obviously you need to explore your... uh... sexual appetite. But—"

"Thank you, Kamaia. It's understandable that you would feel the same. You too are considered something of an outsider—"

"Now wait a minute—"

May approached Kamaia now. "It would hardly be appropriate to indulge the animal-like sexual hunger of your Anduan side on a ship where that Anduan nature is the subject of some suspicion."

"Nobody is suspicious of my—"

May came closer, but her prey retreated backwards. "But the two of us could explore our sexual desires together... discreetly." She backed Kamaia into the table and gently toyed with her hair.

"May, this is not what I had in mind."

"I see." May smiled slightly. She was very close now. Her naked leg was pressed against Kamaia bare thigh. "You would like it to be... rough?" Kamaia's eyes bulged and her mouth dropped open. May seized the moment and bent to kiss her roughly. Kamaia struggled politely, pushing May away, only to find her hands groping at May's firm breasts.

The tall blond scooped Kamaia up in her arms and thrust her onto the bed.

"May, no! I do not want this. I do not want to... to—" But her protests were again smothered by May's strong arms and crushing lips. Kamaia felt her innermost desires genuinely welling up inside her.

May was right. She did want sex; and her appetite was for rough play. She hadn't had it in some time, but she was afraid that any casual encounters would lead to rumors and innuendo that could ruin her reputation and perhaps her career. But she had never had a lesbian experience before and saw no reason to start now.

May slid her hand up Kamaia's tunic and into her panties. The protesting vixen was wet with repressed desire. "You are very highly aroused, Kamaia. Your declarations are obviously false."

Kamaia continued to struggle and protest, becoming more violent as May tore her panties off and thrust her fingers deep into the moist slit they had concealed. Kamaia bucked and fought, but to little avail. She was pinned against the bed. May was strong enough to control her flailing limbs and still continue to fondle her skillfully.

"I see you must be restrained like a wild animal," May observed coolly. "Your Anduan side is a major part of your sexual nature."

"Yes. Yes it is!" Kamaia gasped. She found herself highly aroused without really being angry. She found herself enjoying May's rough treatment as well as the ability to protest it. But her protests soon became growls; her bucking became thrusts.

Soon, Kamaia's tunic was torn to rags. The blond cyborg was on top of her, pink slit poised over her own, wet and swollen. Kamaia pulled May into her, grinding her sex against the blond's hip.

May's breathing became shallow and rushed. She met Kamaia's thrusts eagerly, roughly. She squeezed Kamaia's breast and played with the nipple. But Kamaia wanted none of it. She thrust harder and harder, urging May to do the same. She positioned herself so that her clitoris rubbed directly against May's wet slit.

"Oh, fuuuck!" Kamaia groaned.

Suddenly, the human part of May began moaning loudly, insistently, hurrying her rocking movements and tossing her head back and forth. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned as she passed the brink of orgasm and plunged headlong into it for the first time ever.

"Don't stop!" Kamaia barked. She held May by the waist and rocked her back and forth. Then at last, Kamaia gave her own great groan of orgiastic satisfaction, her wet hole gushing with warm sex juices. She shuddered as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her, making her head swim and her body spring up in a rigid arch.

"I find sexual release extremely satisfying," May observed, holding Kamaia close.

Then Kamaia rolled over and mounted the other woman's gorgeous frame. "Okay," she huffed. "Let's go again."