Testing the goods

Now free, you ask, “Alright, you seem you make sex toys. But what’s this about having a funding problem?”

Serenity gestures to the warehouse. “They aren’t just any sex toys but new creations. We also have sex machines,” She explains.

Trinity hops over and grabs a rubber dildo, holding it towards you. “Every pussy is different! They also change over our lifetimes. However, the market mostly sells premade toys. It’s criminal! Truly criminal!” Trinity continues to rant, getting more technical as she does. Each point is accentuated by a dramatic thrust of the dildo and gestures.

Even as her wife continues to extol her ideas, Serenity tries to convince you, “She is very passionate about this. She is a doctor of gynecology and has a degree in sex-ed. Trinity has been researching sex this whole time. She knows more about female pleasure than anyone else.”

“That’s impressive, but what does that have to do with me?” You ask, glancing over at your sister.

Serenity realizes her mistake and says, “Research requires funding, but most universities don’t want to be connected to such research. We also don’t have access to wealthy clients willing to pay for custom sex toys.”

Trinity stops her rant and steps between you and Serenity, her hands on her hips as she stands on her tiptoes. “The goal is to make it cheap enough for everyone to buy. I’ve also been innovating on new gynecology tests that I hope will be paid for by insurance. Too many women suffer due to lack of knowledge. But many of them can still have fulfilling sex lives by properly testing and see how they respond.”

Serenity sighs and hugs Trinity from behind. “The problem is that her new procedures are deemed unnecessary and inappropriate.”

Trinity nearly jumps out of her wife’s arms in anger, her fists in the air, “Inappropriate my ass! We don’t expect people to diagnose themselves normally, but when it comes to their sexual capabilities, we do. Most people are afraid to even talk about such things with others, so they believe they are normal and don’t report an issue.”

Olivia says, “I think it sounds worth doing. If we hire Trinity as a professor, we can fund and legitimize the research. Though I did initially contact them because of their sex toys.”

You press your hand to your chin in thought as everyone looks at you with pleading eyes. Well, mostly the married couple. Olivia looks like a dog looking for compliments. “I get it. It does sound interesting, but I would need to try out this test before I recommend you,” you say.

Trinity grabs your arm appreciatively, “Of course, we can do it right now!” She pulls you to a corner of the warehouse where you see the medical chair with all its accruements. “Alright, please strip to the nude,” Trinity says.

Serenity interrupts, “Trinity, I don’t know if she’ll be comfortable with us here.”

“I don’t mind,” you say as you remove your clothes. You hand your clothes to your sister, who folds them and puts them on the table. Thankfully, it’s pretty warm here, probably because they wear so little.

“Actually… My sister is a huge nympho, but due to work, she hasn’t been getting off… So, she’ll probably explode and make a mess. That’s why I brought her out to buy some toys.”

The wife and wife pair look at you and your sister with a bit of awkwardness. Trinity says, “Wow, it’s unusual for family to talk about that stuff. When you say make a mess?”

“I squirt quite a lot,” you confide.

“Quite a lot is an understatement. She’d probably win the world record. Honestly, she’s too much, and it gets dangerous,” Olivia says with a laugh.

Serenity covers her mouth, wide eyes, “Wait, you two?!”

Olivia blushes and says, “Recently, we’ve been helping each other out.”

“Wow, um, I guess it’s alright,” Serenity responds.

Trinity pats your shoulder. “They are both adults and can’t have babies. It happens sometimes with sisters of similar ages. Don’t hold back and just orgasm. It’s important for the tests,” she comforts you. She then pulls out a strange thing that looks like a showerhead. “I’ll drag this across your body first. It will vary from tickling, stinging, to pleasurable depending on your nervous system.”

With the explanation done, you extend your arms to the side while splitting your legs like an upside-down V. Trinity places the contraption on the top of your head, and with a click, you feel static electricity build in your hair. As she runs the machine across your scalp, it feels like thousands of spiders are dancing on your head. You shiver involuntarily from the strange sensation and the mental image.

Trinity questions how you feel in each location and records it on a tablet with a woman’s body on it. “Close your eyes,” Trinity warns before bringing the contraption over your face.” Your face feels more stinging spots, but it isn’t unbearable.

After this, she glides down your arm and back. “Mmmm~ oooh~” escapes your mouth as the machine sends erotic feelings up your back. Your underarms feel particularly good as you are **** to giggle.

Next, Trinity moves the wand down your side from your armpits to your hips. As the machine reaches your waist, you feel an intense sensation. “Fuuuuccckk~” Your pussy contracts, and the stream of arousal fluids that have been dripping down your legs turns into a river, and a puddle forms underneath you.

“Wow, I never got a reaction like that!” Trinity says, looking at your sides with the excitement of a scientist making a discovery. “I haven’t had a lot of test subjects yet, though. So perhaps it’s not unusual,” she mumbles while filling out her form.