The Invention
by Sexlib


DISCLAIMER

   This story is entirely fictional.  All of the characters
in this story are entirely fictional.  Any similarity to
real persons is entirely coincidental.

   This story deals with sexual conduct.  As a result, this
story may be unsuitable for some audiences.  Reader
discretion is advised.


CATEGORY

   MF, ScFi, inc (sort of), cons, oral, anal, piv, lust, self


SYNOPSIS

   Sam invents a machine to allow him to have sex with the female
version of himself.


STORY

   It seemed that no woman I met could meet my sexual
appetite.  I searched and I searched, yet even the sluttiest
girls I came across were satisfied with once or twice a day.

   Not that searching wasn’t fun.  But some days all
you want to do is lounge around and fuck.  Maybe smoke a
joint, maybe have a snack, and then fuck some more.  Some
days, you just want to rotate from hole to hole.  Some days,
you want a girl who is as addicted to sex as you are, and quite
honestly, that’s hard to find.

   My name is Sam.  I study theoretical engineering. 
I’m also addicted to sex.

   One day, while talking with a friend in my field of study
about the dynamics and paradoxes surrounding time travel, it
dawned on me that if I were homosexual, and if I were to invent a
time machine, all my sexual troubles would be easily solved by
going back in time every so often to fuck myself.  Of
course, my not-being-homosexual is a clear impediment to this
solution.  That, and the absence of any existing time
machines.

   But, my buddy got me thinking.  Various theories abound
within the world of quantum physics postulating the existence of
alternate dimensions, ranging from worlds that may be in every
way similar to our own, except for minor differences, to worlds
so foreign to the human experience that our mere presence in them
would tear to shreds our physical forms.

   Some in the scientific community hold that these alternate
dimensions act upon one another, in the same way the gravity of
bodies within our universe act upon other bodies in close
proximity.  Some, such as Dr. Hawkins, hold that black holes
are gateways to these alternate dimensions.  I have my
doubts about Hawkins’s theory, but that’s another
issue for another time.

   My own take on these new theories, which hold that these
dimensions are essentially oscillating membranes, is that where
the membranes of various dimensions touch, a worm-hole can be
created to facilitate inter-dimensional travel.

   My study lead me to believe—correctly as it turns
out—that we could not only manufacture these worm-holes,
but accurately predict which alternate dimensions were
“close by,” thereby avoiding the manufacturing of
worm-holes to a wrong alternate dimension.

   Of course, I was driven to this line of study by my own
perverse desires.  For, I came to realize that there exists
an alternate dimension exactly like our own dimension, except for
the singular difference that all males in this dimension are
females in the other dimension, and vice versa.

   In other words, I knew that there was a female out there as
perverse as I, and in fact that she was none other <i>than</i>
me!  Moreover, I knew that she was also in the process of
discovering how to produce worm-holes.  It was only a matter
of time…

   June first was the day my invention was completed.  And
it worked perfectly.

   As the worm-hole opened, we saw each other.

   “Hello, I am Sam,” she said with lust in her eyes.

   As it turns out, I said the exact same thing to her, at the
same exact time she said it to me.  She could see the same
lust in my eyes that I could see in hers.

   I should have known this would happen.  Only one thing
would off-set our courses from one another, only one thing would
prevent us from directly mimicking each other.

   I reached my hand out to hers at the same time she reaches
hers out to mine.  We pulled at each other; I, being
stronger, pulled her into my dimension.  That act ended what
I call the <i>mimicking phenomenon</i>.  At this moment, we
had taken different paths for the first time in our lives, I
being the <i>puller</i> and she being the <i>pulled</i>. 
This freed us to act in an un-simultaneous nature.

   “I need you right now,” she said to me as the
worm-hole closed behind her.  She dropped her bag on my
floor and embraced me.  “I need your cock, your cum,
your tongue all over me.”

   “How does it feel to know that you’ll be fucking
yourself?” I asked her as I tore her shirt off of her.

   “I’ve never been this horney in my fucking
life.”  I knew she wasn’t lying.

   “I’m going to fuck your pussy until you’re
sore, then I’ll fuck you some more.”  By this
point she has already removed my pants.

   “You’re going to fuck more than just that,”
she replied lustfully, as she grinded up against me and began
giving me the wildest, sloppiest, sexiest kiss of my life.

   She reached into my boxers and grasped my throbbing cock as
our tongues danced wildly.  I moaned as she squeezed
tighter.

   I needed to get her bra off as soon as possible, to feel those
perfect tits rubbing up against me.  She apparently knew, or
had a good feeling as to, what I was thinking, as she told me,
“It’s cheap.”

   I tore at it hastily, bending the little hooks.  She
wouldn’t be wearing <i>this</i> again, I knew, as I threw
the bra into the trash.

   “Oh, God, yes!” she screamed.  Still
massaging my cock, she breathily asked, “What is this,
eight inches?  I can’t wait to get this throbber
inside of me.  Oh, God, I’m so wet; my pussy is
tingling!”

   It didn’t take long before we had fully disrobed each
other.  I pushed this female version of me down onto the bed
and immediately began sucking clit.

   “Hmm, yeah,” she quivered for a good ten
seconds.  Then she said, “Honey, why don’t you
bring that nice hot dick of yours closer to my face?”

   I swung my torso up to meet her, and she began rubbing my
leaking cock against her soft cheeks.  Following that, she
began licking me like a lollipop.  Finally, when I
couldn’t stand it any longer, she plunged my dick into her
warm, wet mouth and desperately ground her tongue up against it.

   She came before I did.  Knowing I’d be able to cum
easier if she were grinding her tongue against the bottom side of
my cock rather than the back, I swung around once again and began
fucking her face.  I quickly came and fell beside her. 
“That was ecstasy,” she said after swallowing. 
We caressed each other’s bodies for a little while before
deciding to go get a snack from the kitchen.

   Sam fixed herself and I a couple Little
Debbie<sup>®</sup> Honey Buns in the microwave as I poured
us each a glass of milk.  I was staring at her beautifully
round ass, already feeling half-cocked.  She turned around,
noticed where I was staring, and gave me a devilish grin. 
“Your ass is so sexy,” she said to me, with a twinkle
in her eye.

   “Perhaps so,” I said, “but yours is the one
that will be fucked before the night is through.”

   “Anal?” she replied, her grin fading. 
“What kind of a girl do you take me for?”

   I was taken aback by her response.  Had I assumed
incorrectly that my extra-dimensional self would be as dirty as I
am?

   Her grin returned.  “I’m kidding, of course
you’re going to fuck your big, throbbing dick into my
tight, tiny asshole a number of times before the night is
through.  What better purpose is there for an asshole than
to fuck it?”

   As we finished our Honey Buns, she began to prepare a couple
more.  I refilled our milk.

   “Come to any conclusions as to what we should do with
this technology?” I asked her.

   “Not really,” she replied.  “Could make
us each very rich.”

   “But the government could try to ban it, thereby keeping
us from contacting each other.”

   “Yeah, I know.  No way to know in advance how the
criminal gang will react to it.”  I knew that when she
said “criminal gang” she meant the government, the
biggest and most powerful gang of criminals in operation.

   “If only Ted had invented that time machine, we’d
be able to know what the reaction would be and gauge how much, if
anything, we ought to let the scientific community know about
inter-dimensional travel.”

   “Ted?” she asked; “Oh, you mean
Thelma.”

   “I guess that answers the question of whether males have
female names and vice versa in the other dimension.”

   “Sure does,” Sam says as she crawled under the
table.  “Now where were we?”  She began
sucking my cock to hardness.  “There,” she said
as she grabbed ahold of my cock and began leading me back into
the bedroom, “you have a pussy to fuck.”

   This time, she pushed <i>me</i> onto the bed.  As she
climbed on, my hands roamed her body, grabbed her hot ass, and
ground her pussy lips against the back of my cock.  She
moaned as we began sloppily face-sucking each other again. 
Her hands were groping my chest.

   Instinctually I breathed out, “Did you want to use
protection?”  I always ask that question, and did so
here without even thinking.  You could say I was on
autopilot.

   I wouldn’t even have realized I’d asked the
question had Sam not suddenly stopped and looked at me
dejected.  Then she realized I wasn’t asking <i>to
use</i> protection, but was merely being polite and offering to,
as I always do.

   She got a devilish grin as she noticed a condom sitting on the
desk next to the bed, grabbed it, and asked, “You mean with
this?”

   Then she grabbed the pair of scissors, cut the condom in half,
and said, “Oops!  I guess you’ll just have to
fuck that sexy cock of yours right into my cunt with nothing
between us, skin touching warm, wet skin!”

   With that, she grabbed my cock and drove her pussy around it,
and began fucking me wildly.

   “It’s probably best this way anyway,” she
said, “since I need your cum inside me.”

   After a good twenty minutes, with our bodies drenched in
slippery sweat, we climaxed together.  That may sound
unlikely, but I believe it makes sense when one considers that we
essentially were the same person.  Although the <i>mimicking
phenomenon</i> had been cancelled out earlier, we nevertheless
still share physical characteristics, such as a relatively equal
genital sensitivity.  “I haven’t had many duel
orgasms before,” I reported, adding how amazingly sexy it
felt.

   “I know,” she replied simply enough, her cunt
still wrapped around my semi-wilting cock.

   Eventually we dislodged, employing the opportunity to smoke
and discuss further our plans <i>vis-à-vis</i>.

   “Whatever we do, we cannot let the state get its hands
on this technology.”

   “But how do we make it available to the scientific
community without the state seizing it, using it for its own
agenda?” I asked.

   “I don’t know.  Perhaps…”

   “What?”

   “Well, perhaps…perhaps we just keep this to
ourselves.  I mean—”

   “You mean not even share it with the scientific
community?” I interrupted.

   “I mean, yeah, it sounds selfish, we deny the world of
this marvelous and triumphant breakthrough, but at least then it
doesn’t fall into the government’s
hands…”

   “I see,” I said.  “I see.”

   “So is that what we should do?”

   “I don’t know.  Maybe.  We’ll have
to give it more thought.  I do hate to think that we would
be denying the world this miracle of science, though.”

   “Me, too,” she said soberly, “me,
too.”

   We both finished our smoke without a word.  My mind had begun
to wander when I notice Sam turn to me with a naughty twinkle
back in her eye.  “You haven’t been a very good
host,” Sam said devilishly.

   “Oh?  Why’s that” I respond just as
playfully.

   “Well, you see, I have <i>three</i> holes, but yet you
have thus far only fucked two of them.  A real gentleman
would take care of that for his guest.”

   I grabbed her from behind, grinding my already-hard dick
between her ass-cheeks as I massaged one of her breasts. 
“But what if the host is not <i>ready</i> to fuck his
guest’s tight, hot ass yet?”  After saying this,
I immediately begin tonguing the nape of her neck as my other
hand drifts down toward her soaking pussy.

   “But…why…would he not be ready?” she
asked, trying to speak through the intense stimulation. 
“Doesn’t that…just mean
her…ass…isn’t hot…enough?”

   “<i>Au contraire</i>!“  At this point I raise
her arms above her head and press her torso onto the bed, still
grinding my rock-hard cock between her ass cheeks, which are now
wet from pre-cum.  “Maybe the host needs some
additional time to gather some toys.”

   “Ooo, what kind of toys—hypothetically
speaking?”

   “Handcuffs, maybe.  And a
blindfold—hypothetically speaking, of course.”

   “In that case,” Sam said, “the guest may be
persuaded to excuse the host for taking so long…but
<i>only</i>,” she added, “if the host is gracious
enough to give his guest a tongue-bath afterwards.”

   “Oh, naturally!” I replied.  “And would
the guest be reciprocating by giving her courteous host a
tongue-bath as well?”

   “Naturally.”

   That night, we fucked another three times before retiring for
the night.  Sam, nevertheless, insisted that we sleep with
my dick in her mouth, a proposition I was disinclined to reject.


 • The above story is entirely fictional. Any
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