‘Need Input’

The next morning I worked through my own recordings, a much quicker process since I had a better idea of what I was doing. One quick test reinforced my idea of personal overtones in the recordings. The touches, in some indefinable way, were female and brought Jennifer to mind. That might be because I knew that it had been her doing the touching. I needed more data and experience to sort that, but wasn’t sure how to go about getting it.

I took matching touches from both recordings, and was deep into the analysis when I heard Jennifer at the top of the stairs.

“Are you down here?” she called.

“Come on down.” I called back.

She bounced into the room, all but running into my arms for a hug and kiss.

“What are you doing now?” she asked, peering at the charts and graphs on the screen.

“Remember how we reacted differently to the playbacks; I felt a guy, you felt me?”

“Yeah,” she said, and . . .?”

“I checked with my own recordings this morning.” I told her, “I could feel the difference. This is trying to find that difference in the data.”

“Okay,” she said slowly, “but why? Curiosity?”

“I want to filter out the . . .personal part, make the stimulus neutral.”

“But why?” she asked, “I like how your touches feel.”

“Look at it this way,” I said, “suppose you were playing one of those VR games, you know, with the funny goggles.”

“Okay,”

“Right now VR games have sight, the goggles, and sound, the earphones.” I went on, “Now, suppose a game used this as well. If an NPC, a non player character, touches you in the game and he looks like the hulk, but the touch feels like a school girl, that might be a bit disconcerting.”

“Oh, okay, I can see that,” she said thoughtfully, “and the school girl’s touch might feel like a man, right?”

“You got it”

“So why not program both into the game and assign them appropriately?” she asked.

“That would take up too much space and possibly slow the game down.” I explained, “Even the game voices are one file, they just shift the frequency to make it sound male or female. Also, sound bytes are tiny compared to this, so they can and do use a few different voices.”

“Okay, I get that,” she agreed, “but why? Going to go into game design?”

“Not really, but a limited version of this could make a big change in computer gaming.” I went on, “there would be a whole new definition of ‘immersive gaming’.”

“Oh, I see,” she replied, “what can I do to help?”

“Put on the headset, I told her, “I’ll send touches as I try to sort out the filters and you tell ‘boy’, ‘girl’, or ‘neutral’.”

“Okay.”

I sent the unmodified touches first to established a baseline.

“That’s you.”she said

I clicked her file.

“That’s a girl.”

Another click.

“That’s a boy, but I don’t know who.”

We went on for a while as I refined the filters.

“That’s enough for now, I think I have it mapped out.”I said, then with a grin,”here’s your reward.”

I clicked the mouse again. Her eyes opened wide and her hand flew to her lips.”

“You kissed me!, but you’re over there . . .” she trailed off.

I stepped over and gave her a real kiss. She responded enthusiastically.

“That was weird.” she said. “ I think I prefer ‘real’ though.”

“Me too,” I said, “ but imagine some gamer geek who gets kissed by an NPC in-game.”

“He’d probably mess his pants.” she giggled.

We spent the next half our or so making out. I was careful to stay away from her tender bits.

Later, over lunch, She told me that her cousin, Jill, was going to staying with them for a few days. I remembered Jill as moody girl who tended to wear a lot of black clothes and used black lipstick. She was about a year older than us, but was a tiny girl, barely four feet six inches tall with dark auburn hair and startlingly green eyes. I suppose she would be cute if she ditched all the black, but to each their own. Jennifer thought Jill could be convinced to help us with more data. I agreed and we made plans for me to pick them up for lunch and then come over here.

The next day I picked them up. Jennifer was wearing long pants and a pullover shirt. Jill, as expected was all in black, a over sized black hooded sweatshirt that hung almost to her knees and black stockings or tights and knee high black boots.

“Where to for lunch?” I asked, “burgers or pizza?”

We settled on pizza. Jill talked continuously, about university and life in the dorms, a boyfriend who had left her, how hard it was to find her preferred makeup. I began to fantasize about putting a strip of duct tape over her mouth.

We finally got to the house and I led them down to the dungeon. Jill was thrilled by the dim rooms, rough stone walls and high vaulted ceilings.

“This is so cool! You should hang some chains and manacles on the walls.” she said, “maybe put in a rack or an iron maiden.”

“Not my style.” I replied,”Jenn said you might help us out . . .”

“I guess so,” she said, “what do you want me to do?”

Well, we need to gather more data on how the brain reacts to various stimuli.” I told her. “All you need to do is sit here,wearing this headset. And let us record your brain waves.”

One of us, your choice, will touch your hands, arms, shoulders, legs and feet.” Jennifer chimed in, “ if you don’t like something, just tell us to stop.”

“Will it hurt?” she asked, almost as she wished it would.

“Completely painless,” I answered, “except for the time Jenn pinched her self and the time she pinched me.”

“All right,” Jill agreed, “what do I do?”

Well, first, it might be better if you take off that hoodie, if you’re not starkers under it.” I told her.

Jill pulled off her sweatshirt, revealing a knit tube top, black, of course, Her tits were a little bigger than Jennifer’s, but looked bigger due her small stature. The stood up despite the pressure of the tube top and her lack of a bra. She was wearing tight black pants that showed of her firm ass, also just a little bigger than Jennifer’s.

She sat on the chair we indicated, we quickly leaned it back and put the headset on her. I started the recorder and nodded to Jennifer, who began a series of light touches one her exposed skin and legs. When she finished, she had Jill sit back up and removed the headset.

“Is that it? Jill asked, what do you do with your ‘data’?”

Jennifer explained we were just mapping out how the brain responded to various stimuli. I quickly parsed out the touches.

“I can show you a bit of that, put the headset back on and relax.” She did, and I sent her a few of the touches.

Jill jumped when It started, looking to Jennifer and I.

“Somebody touched me!” she exclaimed, “but you guys were over there . . .”

That’s what we recorded from your brain,” I said, “I just sent it back to you.”

“What else can you do? She asked.

I looked at Jennifer, she nodded to me.

“Give her the middle part of my first session, up till where we kissed.” she said to me .

Then to Jill, “Next is a recording from me that’s a little more . . . intimate.”

She laid back in the chair, putting the headset back on. I did a little quick editing, cued up the sequence and started it. Jill jumped again looking from Jenifer to make sure we weren’t touching her, then closed her eyes. Jennifer and I cuddled absently on my chair while we watched Jill get more and more aroused.

“This so hot!” she whispered to me, squirming in my lap.

“I know, it’s like live, soft core porn.” I whispered back nibbling on her ear.

Jill was writhing on the chair, one hand on a tit, the other on her crotch, moaning continuously.

“ I changed it up a bit at the end here.” I told Jennifer, grinning

“What did you do?” she asked looking a little worried.

I just added a loop alternating between teasing your nipples and stroking your pussy.” I told her.

“You’re wicked.” she said, “that will drive her crazy.”

We continued to watch Jill writhing and moaning on the chair.

I toyed with Jennifer’s tits, nibbling at her ear and kissing her neck.

“God this is hot!” She hissed in my ear.

Jennifer reached down and stroked my rock hard cock.

“You want to do her, don’t you?” she panted in my ear.

“Well, yes, but I don’t want you to be . . .”

“I think I’m an evil girl,” she interrupted, “I want to watch you fuck her.”

“Are you sure?” I asked incredulously.

“Do it!” she insisted.

I turned to the computer and stopped the the playback, and restarted the recording. Jill froze for a moment the began to maul her tits and crotch even harder.

“Noooo!, Jill wailed, “don’t stop! I want . . . I need . . . Oh, God! it’s been months!”

“Jill, I said softly, taking her face in my hands, “What do you want?”

Her eyes opened, she searched my eyes and face.

“Please,” she whispered, “Fuck me, somebody fuck me, anybody, fuck me.”

I leaned in and kissed her. She grabbed my head, sucking desperately at my tongue. I freed her tits from the tube top, squeezing them and lightly pinching her nipples. She archer her back, pressing her tits into my hands. I broke the kiss and moved down to her tits, I kissed and sucked on her nipples, nipping them gently. Jill gasped and quivered.

“Yes! Oh, God! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! She cried.

“Stand up, Jill.”I commanded

I quickly removed her boots and pants. I pulled the tube top down over her hips and removed her, black, of course, panties. All the while she kept making little thrusting motions with her hips and moaning. I stood and placed a hand on her mound, sliding one finger barely into her slit, she threw her arms around me, clutching me tightly to her.

Jill suddenly pulled back and started clawing at my belt. I pulled off my shirt, and helped her with the belt and zipper.

Jill jerked down my pants then stopped, staring at my cock. As I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants, she licked her lips and took the entire length down her throat. She slowly pulled back then lunged down my cock again. At this rate I knew I wouldn’t last more than a minute. She continued the slow withdrawal and deep lunges.

I felt my balls tighten, she grabbed my ass, holding me deep in her throat, I grabbed her head and pulled it toward me. I blew my load deep down her throat.

As I finished, I released her head and started to pull back, but she wouldn’t let me go. She kept swallowing, her throat muscles squeezing my cock. This was different, instead of being overstimulated, requiring long minutes of recovery, I felt my cock grow hard again deep in her throat. After an eternity of pleasure she pulled her head back, admiring my hard cock.

“Good boy!” she said to my cock, then to me, “Fuck me now! Fuck me hard!”

I got her back unto the chair and started fumbling for a condom.

“No!” don’t, I’m on the pill!” she gasped out.

I put my hands under her knees, lifting and spreading her legs and bracing myself against the chair arms. She guided my cock into her vagina.

“I want it all,” she demanded.

I slammed into her as hard as I could.

“Yes!” she almost screamed, “Fuck me!”

I pulled back slowly, then slammed back into her as she thrust with her hips.

I glanced around, there stood Jennifer, shirt off, pants around her knees, squeezing her own tits and rubbing her pussy.

I continued the slow out, fast in motion while Jill bucked against my cock. I heard Jennifer scream out an orgasm. I looked at her and smiled, she smiled back. After another slow withdrawal and slamming thrust, I caught Jennifer’s attention again and nodded toward Jill’s tits. Jennifer stepped over and began to suck on Jill’s nipples. I released one of Jill’s legs and reached over to play with Jennifer’s tits, all the while slamming into Jill.

“OH my GOD! Yes!” Jill screamed as her body went ridged.

I kept slamming into her, Jennifer kept at her nipples. Jill resumed thrusting against me, panting and grunting. As she screamed out her second orgasm, I blew my load, but kept pumping into her until my cock finally slipped out of her.

We all stopped, momentarily frozen in place. Jill sprawled under me, myself braced above her admiring her firm tits. Jennifer was engaged in a deep passionate kiss with Jill. Jennifer stood up and I leaned down to give Jill another kiss.

After a moment we started to get ourselves untangled. We were all panting and trying to get our breathing under control. I absently removed the headset from Jill and stopped the recording. Jennifer and I moved to the couch, Jill turned the chair to face us.

“I didn’t know you liked girls.” She said to Jennifer.

“I didn’t either.” Jennifer admitted, “but watching you get turned on turned me on. I still like guys though.” she finished, laying a possessive hand on my cock.

A week ago, I would have never believed I would find myself sitting naked with two beautiful, naked girls calmly talking about sex.

“I’ve known I was bisexual for years,” Jill said, “I liked guys and I liked girls, but this is the first time I’ve been with both at once.”

“James and I only got together this past week,” said Jennifer, “We’re both learning as we go along.”

“Well, he’s a natural,” said Jill, “as good or better than any I’ve had, he’s a keeper, hang on to him.”

“He was doing you so hard,” Jennifer observed, “doesn’t that hurt?”

“Oh hell no.” replied Jill, “That’s the best way.”

“I wouldn’t know, I’m still a little sore from the first time,” said Jennifer, “ and he was so gentle with me.”

“He got your cherry?” Jill asked, then to me, “Way to go, stud!”

I had the good grace to blush. We talked for another half hour or so, then Jennifer led Jill upstairs to the bidet so they could clean up, while I made do with a few wet wipes.

I was working on Jill’s file when they came back down. For all her surliness toward the world at large, Jill was an intelligent friendly girl when she let down her barriers. She asked insightful questions, grasping many of the implication of what we doing almost instantly. We soon settled into seats and continued talking.

“Jill why do you do the goth/emo thing?” I asked, “this part of your personality is so much nicer.”

“Camouflage and armor,” she replied, “I used to get hit on so often, I never had time to think. I noticed that the goth and emo girls weren’t pestered so much. They still had friends and relationships, but not the pack of wolves I had to deal with.”

“I’m leaving for university in a couple of weeks.” said Jennifer, biting her lip, “ will I need to . . .”

“I don’t know,” said Jill, “my problem was that I was wallowing in the attention at first and didn’t know how to deal with it when it got to be too much. If you start by keeping a little distance, the problem wont develop. Of course, you will still have to deal with the occasional idiot who wont take ‘no’ for an answer, but a quick kick in the nuts will usually settle those.”

Over an hour later, we realized that we were still naked, we broke down in laughter and got ourselves dressed.

Later I ran them home, kissed them both and got myself home in time for dinner.

That night I slept like a baby.

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