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Date: Sat, 17 Dec 1994 14:01:18 UTC
Subject: REPOST The Invention3/5(corrected)
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I did not write this story.
This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !
He left the room and heard her getting out of bed. In a few
minutes she came down to the kitchen. He'd poured her a glass of
juice and toasted an english muffin, which she grabbed. She was
wearing her cheerleader outfit and brushing her hair. She asked
him, "How do I look?"
"Still beautiful," he replied honestly. "How do you feel?
Any dizziness?"
"No," she said thoughtfully. "I feel embarrassed, but that's
all. And a little tender down here, to be honest. Really, a LOT
tender. How do you feel?"
"A little stunned and sort of tired," he replied, still being
honest. "And a little sore myself, I guess. I just want to make
sure you're okay to go out."
"You mean I won't grab the first man I see?" she replied
ruefully. "Well, I don't feel anything like I expected to. Just
sort of rosy and calm. It's really strange! But I don't think
there's any danger. Besides, going out is probably safer than
staying home, you know?"
"I guess," he replied. "If you feel anything strange, I mean
anything at all, you better call me."
She made a face at him. "I think you've done enough for me
this morning. Why aren't I angry at you, damn it! Like I said,
the whole thing felt so good that I still don't know what I'm
saying." There was a pause. "Look, I've got to get going. I
guess I should be glad I didn't sniff that stuff and then walk
outside, you know?"
Sandy laughed. "I know. Okay. I'll find some way to get
rid of this stuff. Maybe burn it. Or mix it with some acid to
break it down."
"Just be careful with it. Keep the stopper on!" She went to
the door and opened it, then turned to him, blushing. There was
another pause while she smoothed the short blue skirt of her
cheerleading outfit. She looked a little uncomfortable. "Look,
Sandy, um, don't do anything with it until we talk some more,
okay?"
She didn't wait for a reply, just ran outside. When she was
safely down the street, Sandy let out a whoop of glee. The Device
worked! There was no doubt about it. He was a sixteen year old
boy with a full life ahead of him, no doubt about it! He returned
to the basement and checked on the rats, who were soundly asleep.
He ruefully rubbed his own pecker. It was sore from the hour of
hard fucking. He walked back up to his room and pulled out his
list, crossing off a few names and adding his pretty English
teacher, putting her near the top of the list. He thought another
minute, ruefully rubbed his sore cock and added his older sister's
name, right at the top of the paper, underlining it twice. He was
sure that this experience wouldn't be his last with her hot tight
cunt.
Sammy worried that the effects of the Device would last
longer on humans than on rats. He knew that the rats' fucking
lasted only a few seconds, and he and Sammy had gone at it for at
least an hour. He realized he didn't even know if that was normal
for human teenagers. Maybe his sister was still having
after-effects. She'd seemed all right when she left, but still. .
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