Turing Attraction · Part 2 (2/2)
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I dove back into P'nyssa's, the one with her hair down, cunt and began licking madly. I could feel her body tensing and straining under my tongue, but as I did so I felt a pair of mitten's on my butt and a light kiss on my tailbone. My brain whirled with the thought of two P'nyssas making love to me at the same time, especially when the kisses trailed down to my anus and she started to lick me seriously. I decided then that the one behind me was the 'droid; P'nyssa, the real P'nyssa, almost never plays with my asshole.
I gasped with pleasure as I felt her tongue press against the ring of my anus. I thought about the 'whos' in this bedroom.
Dave and I have been together for nearly a millennia, longer even than my association with P'nyssa. M'ress built him as the overwatch AI for Shardik Castle, and he's an early model. Despite constant hardware upgrades over the centuries, his essential 'core' personality has always been rather flat and unexciting. Dependable, patient, and friendly, were the words I used to describe Dave.
But I still counted him as one of my best friends. I like to express strong friendship in the most intimate manner my partner is willing to participate in; it surprised me that I had never thought of Dave in a sexual manner. But then, Dave isn't a 'he', is he? Despite a masculine name and voice, Dave is an 'it,' an AI, a beast of silicon and steel.
And although positerminal and biocybernetics were so advanced that Dave could be playing 'P'nyssa' and be enjoying the sensations as much as I did, I felt oddly perverse in that I had one of my favorite people… two of her, in fact, one 'possessed' by the mind of another of my closest and dearest friends… and I was in bed with 'them.' I laughed, realizing that in my wandering thoughts I had set my tongue mostly on automatic. I hadn't been paying much attention to P'nyssa's, if this one was the real her, orgasm.
I slid my tongue to the very base of her clitoris, where I knew she was most sensitive; the mouth roving over my backside and sometimes plunging between my legs to lick at my scrotum seemed very far away as P'nyssa's body tensed, relaxed, and tensed again, her body shuddering and a gentle "Mmmph… uh!" escaping her lips as she came.
I noticed the probing tongue behind me once again only because it suddenly went away. "Can I go next?" I heard her say. I turned around just in time to see the P'nyssa giggle. I worked my jaw from side to side, the constant up-and-down motion having made the muscles tense up quite a bit, and then said "Let me catch my breath first."
"Aww… " she said, laughing.
"Better yet," said Aaden's voice from above, "Grab him!"
"Wha?" I protested as the two P'nyssas wrapped two tentacles each around each of my upper arms and hauled me back up against the headboard. They snuggled close to me, both to keep me warm and to hold me down with their collective weight. Individually, P'nyssa isn't very heavy. Two of them together, however, held me down very effectively.
Aaden descended the grav-tube, and the first thing I noticed was that he was already naked. He crouched on the bed and crawled over to me. "Hello, Ken."
"Hello, lover," I replied. He grinned and knelt down, grabbing one of my feet by the ankle and pinning it down. He stuck his tongue out and licked the sole of my foot, from heel to toes, engulfing my big toe in his mouth. I squirmed desperately from the tickling sensations. "Aaden…!" I whimpered.
"Ah-ah," he said in his mischievous voice. He licked his way over the arch of my foot, kissing and nipping his way up my legs until he was a mere centimeter from my balls; I could feel his hot breath over them every time he exhaled. I moaned with need; he was being damnably unfair "This is a test," he said, looking up at me from where he crouched. He extended his broad tongue and ran it over my scrotum and the length of my rapidly hardening cock. I gasped, and he rose to look me in the eye. This time his breath spread over my face. "Tell me Ken," he said, "Are you sure you could tell the difference between me and the morph'droid?"
"Absolutely," I said. He leaned over suddenly and kissed me, hard, the way he always would when he was very excited and wanted to make love. "So which am I?" he asked as we parted.
"You're you," I gasped. "You're the male I love so very much."
Aaden backed off to the foot of the bed again, smiling, leaving me in the grasp of the two P'nyssas. "Wrong," he said just as he leapt for the grav-tube and ascended out of sight. I sat there, stunned.
"Are you ready?" I heard him say from the top of the gravtube."
"Absolutely," his voice replied.
I realized, or thought I realized, what was about to happen. "No," I whimpered pitifully.
"Hush," one of the P'nyssas said. She unwrapped one of her two tentacles from around my arm, reaching down to stroke my cock instead. "Enjoy what happens next."
Two Aadens descended from the gravtube, and I couldn't even begin to guess which one was the 'droid. Both looked exactly the same, skunk'morphs with predominately black fur, grey eyes and smiles on their muzzles. On both of them the ears moved back and forth slowly, like radar, taking in the sounds around them. They both held their impressively bushy tails high in exactly the same manner.
They knelt on the bed less than half a meter from where my feet were and faced each other, slowly leaning over. Each's hands sought the other's nipples through the dense chest fur; tongues met between their open and interlocked muzzles. As I watched, squirming helplessly with lust, hands dropped to each other's sheathes, stroking slowly to hardness the impressive cudgel Aaden carried between his legs. I whimpered softly, struggling not to forcefully against the two P'nyssas. The one continued stroking my cock but never strongly enough to even begin to bring me to orgasm.
One of them leaned over, pushing the other back until he sat on his heels. The first took the other's cock in his mouth, and I realized as I watched that I would be wrong to immediately label the one doing the sucking as the 'droid and the one receiving the pleasure as Aaden.
Because Aaden is, even moreso than I, a sensualist. Where I'm loud and exhibitionistic, Aaden is calm and reserved, serene and contemplative when it comes to his sensuality. And he has even fewer inhibitions than I do. If I couldn't tell the difference between Aaden and his duplicate, it was just as likely that he would go down on the 'droid to find out what his own cock tasted and felt like within his mouth.
I watched this obscene display, realizing that that little detail of Aaden's personality made the next move a little predictable. They slid down onto the bed together, forming a circle, mouth to cock, cock to mouth. The sucking noises were driving me out of my mind; I could hear over even that my own panting and heartbeat. "Let me go!" I grunted.
"Ah-ah," one of the Aadens said again, slowly coming to his knees from the side-by-side position they had occupied on the bed. "Just relax and enjoy." He moved up in front of me, kneeling before me as he had earlier and bent over to take my cock in his mouth. I watched as the other Aaden shifted into position behind the first, grinning madly. He pushed the other's legs apart as I had felt Aaden to do me thousands of times before, and in utter helplessness, almost completely oblivious to Aaden sucking on my cock, I watched hands grab hold of hips and in one smooth but ungentle thrust the two bodies met in union as one buried his cock inside the other. Aaden, the Aaden sucking on my cock, let out a soft whimper of pain, but that whimper only caused the briefest of pauses before he resumed sucking my cock down the very back of his muzzle.
At first, the Aaden on top was gentle, like he usually was when we made love. Our bodies, all five, rocked back and forth with the motion set by their intercourse. But as his thrusts became stronger, more forceful, the one sucking on my hard cock let go and lay his head on my lap, his eyes closed. I reached down for his shoulders; much to my surprise, the P'nyssas let me go. I picked him up, making him face me as his twin fucked him harder and harder. As I pulled him towards me, I more or less pulled myself under him, holding him to me. "I know it's you…" I said to him softly.
He looked down at me, surprise, and tears, in his eyes. "I know it's you," I repeated, pulling him back down. "I love you."
"I love you too," he gasped as the fucking went on, stronger and more brutal. "I'll always love you," he whispered. I could feel P'nyssa's mitten against my face, and he looked up. "But pay attention to them," he said.
I looked up over my head as the bed rocked back and forth. The two P'nyssas were doing what the two Aaden's had been doing earlier; fondling and exploring each other's bodies. One smiled down to me, and I rolled out from under Aaden's body and tapped her on the shoulder.
She hauled me bodily down to the bed and began kissing me crazily; our tongues wrestled as my hands resumed exploring where the other P'nyssa had left off. I felt a warm mouth encircle my cock again and begin sucking; in no time at all I was fully erect again. My hands slid up along the body of the one I kissed, and as my fingers probed the cleft of her cunny I realized that her wetness could only be because she was the one I had gone down on earlier.
It no longer mattered if it was P'nyssa or David I made love to, and the shape no longer mattered either. This one had had my attention earlier; the other would have it now, and I wanted to fuck her.
I didn't have to suggest it; she stopped suddenly, straddled my body and in one smooth motion slid down over my cock. I hissed inhaling as she sat down completely on my hips, burying my cock completely within her. I could feel my cock nestled tightly against her cervix.
Aaden and Aaden had left behind any illusions of gentleness; their sex was aggressive and noisy as the one pummeled the other's asshole mercilessly. Their deep-throated grunts and moans were growing louder as the one on the bottom stroked his shaft, masculine, animal growls which reached a crescendo of roars as the two of them came violently and simultaneously before finally collapsing onto the bed in an exhausted heap of sweat and semen.
I looked back up to P'nyssa, the P'nyssa who I was inside. She was still watching the two males. I grabbed her by the shoulder and in one careful shove pushed her to the side, rolling us over so that I was now on top, between her legs. "Hey," I said, laughing, "Pay attention to me, now?"
"Oh, I am!" she said, laughing back and locking her legs around my own. I started to stroke her cunt slowly. Our bodies locked in familiar pleasure as we made love.
The earlier stimulation had apparently convinced my cock that I was never going to be allowed to come tonight, and I was apparently also going to have to put a lot of effort into convincing it otherwise. That was okay, I thought, looking down into P'nyssa's, this P'nyssa's, solid yellow eyes. I leaned over to kiss her, slowing down to almost a complete stop, appreciating and savoring every slow thrust, feeling her cunt tighten and flex around my shaft.
I sped up again, making love to her as we often did, stroking her hard, and it was my turn to make the bed shake. I glanced around; the other P'nyssa was kneeling right beside us, both of her mittens between her thighs, masturbating furiously. I looked back down at this P'nyssa, and as I did so I felt that familiar feeling, both of my orgasm and of her own as her telepathy reached out to encompass us both. "P'nyssa…" I said, sure I had the right one this time… "Nyss…" I said, and then I roared her name out a third time as I came, thrusting hard into her once and again and again, my eyes shut tight as the pleasure threatened to wash me away…
When I opened my eyes, there were only three people in the room. "I take it you…?"
"We're the real thing," P'nyssa said, looking up at me. "That was wonderful."
I nodded. Her legs, tensed around my own for so long, fell to the bed with a muffled thump. I smiled, realizing that my arms were trembling with exhaustion from holding me up and that they were threatening to collapse at any second. Before they did, I decided to carefully ease myself over to my left, onto the bed between her and Aaden. I pulled him close and hugged him. "You silly furry thing you," I said.
"How did you know it was me?" he asked.
I explained what I knew about his sensuality and said, "I figured you knew what a lot of different assholes felt like from the top, lover. But you do have a very large bludgeon that you sometimes refer to as a penis, and I didn't think you would pass up a chance to know what everybody was admiring–"
"And complaining," he interrupted, smiling.
I nodded, "And complaining about." I turned to P'nyssa. "I only figured out you were you when our orgasms started, because you lost control of your telepathy."
She nodded.
"Oh, I knew which was which when you two started fucking," Aaden said.
"Really?" P'nyssa asked. "How?"
"When you switched from sucking him to having him inside you… it was too abrupt. Call it a gut feeling, but I thought that only the telepath would do that. It's not a sense Dave can get a handle on, so his 'droid wouldn't emulate that very well. What's so funny?" he asked since I had started laughing.
"'Gut feeling,'" I quoted. "Aaden, when she straddled me your guts were feeling quite a bit."
"You're right," he said, rubbing his belly gently with a paw. "And you're right about something else, Ken. I do have a large cock."
I rolled my eyes. "It takes him nine centuries to figure that out. You're such a genius sometimes."
"It doesn't mean I'm going to be any gentler with you in the future. For a crack like that, I think you should expect the next one to be particularly mean and vicious."
"Somehow, Aaden, I don't think he wants you to be," P'nyssa said, laughing softly.
"In that case, I'll be gentle next time." He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. "Dave, you don't find our criticism of your 'droids failures distressing, do you?"
"Not at all, Aaden," David replied calmly. "The fact that my deception eluded detection for so long, especially with three of the most intensely intimate people I know, is quite rewarding. I doubt any of the tourists walking through the Simulation will have the intimate knowledge each of you has of the others. Despite the eventual detection, I classify this as a completely successful test."
"So you would classify this as a test?" I asked, amused.
"Oh, yes. Aside from the fact that I take my data where I can find it, this probably qualifies as the most authentic Turning test ever devised."
"How so?" I asked.
"The classic Turing test is generally thought to be that of a three way conversation between a tester and two conversants, the theory being that if the tester failed fifty percent of the time to identify which conversant is silicon and which is organic, then the silicon conversant is given the benefit of the doubt and said to be sentient." Sarcasm was dripping from every syllable. "Most people are unaware of the fact that Turing specifically stated that the organic conversant had to be female because he regarded females to be more irrational then males." P'nyssa snorted. "In any event, the fact that you took longer to identify one P'nyssa from the other than you did the Aadens would be heartwarming, had I a heart."
I chuckled. The three of us lay down together, snuggling closely, until the first shadowflash of oncoming nightfall went by the bedroom window. "P'nyssa," I said, nudging her awake. "Come on, it's time to go home."
She raised her head and said, dazedly, "Isn't this…?" then smiled. Then she laughed. "It caught even me."
I nodded. Aaden grinned at her as well. "I doubt anyone will ever know the difference." He rose from the bed first, stretching sexily, his back making soft popping noises as he did so. "Come on, sleepyheads, let's go."
"Hey, I didn't fall asleep," I pointed out.
"No, but you look like you're about to." He leaned over and grabbed my arm, hauling me and a significant fraction of the bedsheets off of the bed. I stood up woozily and hugged him.
P'nyssa, now without anything to cover her, crawled slowly out of bed and staggered over to us. She made a visible show of licking the accumulated 'morning breath' and then, with but one eye open, looked at us both and said "Bleah."
"Come on," I said. "Let's go." We ascended together and made our way to the SDisk, me taking up the rear. They got onto the SDisk. "Do me a favor… I'll meet you guys at home in a few minutes."
They looked at each other. "See you back in reality," P'nyssa said, and they blipped out of sight. I knew the slight 'flash' that accompanied teleportation to be an optical illusion, but it was still there.
"Dave," I said softly, "Bring up the Ken morph'droid."
"In a minute," he replied in an equally soft voice.
I waited, and then watched as 'I' floated up the grav tube. "Okay," 'I' said, "I'm here. What do you want?"
I walked over to 'me' and said "David Francis Majors, you've been with me longer than anybody else. My friend, confidant, archiver… with a role like that, I should have said… and done… this a long time ago." I leaned close and kissed 'myself,'; I knew Dave was devoting a lot more than just thirty cycles a second to this conversation, since I had called him directly.
He returned the kiss awkwardly, clumsily. But he returned it as well as he could, and that's all I would ask of him. As we separated again I said, "Dave, I love you."
"I know you do," he replied. That's Dave, I thought; calm, rational, even. But the tear in the 'droids eye was his way of telling me how he really felt, and it was all the thanks I needed.
"I'll see you at home," I said.
"I'll always be there."
I nodded, turned, and boarded the SDisk. With a command, I went home, back to the real Shardik Castle. Filled with my two loves, lots of family and friends, noisy children, and even David.
— "Turing Attraction" The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales are (c) 1989, 1992 Elf Matheiu Sternberg. May be freely distributed by cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use. — (Elf Sternberg)
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