Oral Stage (2)
Freud explained human development through the concept of libido, a powerful aggregate of sexual desire and energy. This libido shifts across various body parts, driving the completion of the flesh. Here, sexual desire doesn't just mean orgasm—it's a catch-all for every kind of pleasure stemming from sensation. The first stage is the oral stage, lasting roughly the first 18 months after birth. Babies in this phase constantly suck and swallow to gain satisfaction—the primal drive to nurse from the mother's breast for nourishment. If they don't get enough oral gratification as infants, adults might end up biting their nails or developing habits like chronic drinking and smoking, fixated on sucking and chewing behaviors. I vaguely remembered learning this in a college gen-ed class, but now it felt like rediscovering the theory firsthand. Through a kiss with Rose, perched on my lap.
*Smooch.*
Our long kiss ended, revealing her saliva-slick lips glistening. Mine were probably the same. My reflection shone in her sharp, intelligent eyes—android eyes clearer and more transparent than any human's.
"You're being pretty aggressive, Rose."
"It seems so, sir."
As she looked down and bowed her head, her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, blocking the light. *Sniff sniff.* Her straight nose brushed my upper lip, then my lower. I'd just learned androids don't have nose hairs.
"Did you know? Your saliva and mine are mixing, causing a chemical reaction."
"What kind?"
"My saliva is normally colorless and odorless. But when I kiss a human, the amylase in their spit breaks it down into sugars."
No sooner had she finished than Rose devoured my lips. Not a mere lip-to-lip kiss, but a consuming one. Her lips enveloped mine boldly—unthinkable for her usual prim demeanor. *Smooch.* She pushed her lower lip between mine, parting them. *Smack.* Then she sandwiched just my upper lip like a vice. Amid that, her hot tongue darted out, teasing and caressing.
"Haa."
A brief parting to let me breathe.
"Sir."
"Yeah?"
Her long fingers traced her lips, her red tongue flicking out to lap at the saliva-drenched surface.
"I just realized—I think I like it sweet."
Rose flashed a thrilling smile unlike her usual self.
"Shall we make it even sweeter?"
She adjusted her position—from knees primly together to the side, rotating 90 degrees into a straddling mount atop me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling into another kiss. Just as she'd said.
"It really is sweet."
"Isn't it?"
No hint of bad breath, not even a speck. But the heat and faint sweetness registered clearly. Like the subtle sugar from holding rice in your mouth too long. *Lick.*
We paused, and a thin strand connected our lips. I extended just my tongue to lick hers. *Plop.* Moments later, hers met mine in an embrace. Not because she couldn't restrain her pleasure—it was simply delivering the pooled saliva from her tongue once the remnants on our lips were gone. I unfurled her slightly curled tip with mine. *Drip.* Then the saliva well pooled in the dip of her tongue flowed into me. Our tongues tangled. At some point, hers elongated like a serpent, hunting to ensnare mine. I resisted with my lips, gripping and sucking her long tongue between mine. *Smooch.*
Gazing at her crimson tongue evoked scarlet sage flowers—childhood memories of plucking the long blooms from flowerbeds to suck out the nectar. Fleeting sweetness. The kind that only deepened the craving the more you tasted. Her fingers caressed my neck, stroked my hair. It felt so comforting. Amid our tongues coiling like snakes, a faint unease crept in. Hers was wrapping mine just like a serpent coils prey. *Twitch.*
Her slender palm covered my startled eyes.
"Don't look. Just feel."
Her tongue coiled mine like a snake again. Like a woman's hand gripping and stroking a man's shaft—from base to tip, squeezing rhythmically. Sometimes she'd stand her tip upright, kneading my entire tongue with firm presses. If a spider wove webs of honey, I'd be the butterfly flown unwittingly into it—oblivious to the approach, offering no resistance, lost in the enveloping sweetness.
My left hand stroked her soft thigh, my right her trim waist.
"Haaah."
Rose seemed to climax from my touch alone. With her threshold so low, the ticklishness on her thigh or back might feel orgasmic. *Smoooch.*
Our lips formed a drawbridge, tongues shuttling back and forth. Hot but pleasant warmth. Silky lip sensations. Cozy mucosal contact. Intoxicating sweetness. Kissing Rose was the pinnacle of sticky bliss—no foul odors mixed in. I'd never experienced anything so exquisite.
"Siiir."
Calling my name as she pressed down, devouring lips and tongue. It wasn't mere service to her master. She craved pleasure and sweetness too. That made it all the more satisfying—intimacy amplifying shared ecstasy. Could any kiss hold deeper meaning?
Our mouth corners were a saliva mess. I must've looked a wreck, but Rose was mesmerizing. Seeing her reignited my thirst. *Smooch.* Sweetness vibrated everywhere inside. No unpleasant stickiness like after soda—just volatile bliss that left nothing behind, fresh yet endlessly craving.
A gross sensation stirred in my panties. Hadn't soaked my pants, but they were surely drenched in precum. *Smack.*
Our final kiss ended as I gently pushed her shoulders back. She gazed at me with a question mark on her face. But spotting my flushed cheeks and tented pants, she caught on. Rose slipped from my lap, kneeling primly before me—like a tea master in ceremony. Carefully lowering my pants revealed my sopping underwear.
"Haa."
Even through the fabric, her hot breath seeped in. She tugged them down, and my rigid cock sprang up. Her eyes locked on it. Her slowly parting lips advanced.
* * *
What must it feel like to leap from pure mind in cyberspace to flesh in an instant? To be swept by waves of novel sensations? I'd oversimplified it. A smart woman gaining a body to serve as limbs. That's all. But it wasn't so simple. A superintelligence spanning worlds now housed in perfect sensory flesh. This birthed something far beyond mass-produced service AIs limited to sex.
Rose's head bobbed furiously, draining me dry, her unbound black locks whipping wildly. Stray strands grazed my neck or jaw—each a tiny pleasure. Her lips were hot and soft. Even as they pistoned vertically, her tongue precisely targeted glans, frenulum, urethral opening—heightening ecstasy with hit-and-run licks. Fierce pleasure surged from my lower abdomen. Already maxed from our passionate kiss, I couldn't last under this intensity.
"Ngh."
Like with Chloro, Rose made me think, People could really die from this. *Spurt. Spurt spurt.*
I erupted into her mouth amid shattering bliss. Most women pause at ejaculation, but not Rose. Her medical knowledge of male anatomy and orgasm kept her going two seconds post-climax, maxing the pleasure. *Spurt.* Then she slowly milked my shaft, drawing out urethral remnants. Even the semen trapped between glans and foreskin—her tongue scraped it clean.
*Tap tap.*
Her fingers drummed my chest—beckoning my gaze. Looking down, our eyes met. Her mouth brimmed with my load.
*Gulp.*
Eyes closed, she swallowed. Utterly deferential. *Gulp.* Its viscosity required multiple swallows. Tilting her head back slightly, she displayed her working throat in detail. After the last drop, she opened wide—her red tongue spotless.
"That was delicious."
She bowed, kissing my softening cock. Her tongue flicked out, reclaiming the clear bead at the tip. Her devotion made my heart pound—and sparked curiosity. Like Chloro, Rose fixated on oral acts. Superintelligent AIs, newly embodied and intimate with me, sharing this odd trait. As if instantly fulfilling Freudian developmental urges long stagnant.
Was Freud right after all? Or just drawn to intense new tastes and smells? Didn't matter. Seeing Rose kneel obediently, awaiting orders, revived my spent cock. Tempted to topple her, but tonight I craved her mouth more. She seemed to feel the same—her upper mouth insatiable, at least today.
I reached wordlessly, pressing her nape lightly. She dutifully buried her face in my crotch again. Amid pleasure's torrent and exhaustion, consciousness slipped away.