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  Msg#: 9150                                         Date: 17 Dec 94  14:41
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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 !


                            INVENTION


      Sandy Wilson looked at the rat in frustration.  The aluminum
foil electrode he had glued to Ms. Piggy's head had come loose
again, and she had rubbed the spot where it had been attached until
the skin had broken, making it useless for his purposes.  He'd have
to find another place to attach an electrode, and that meant
another hour of carefully shaving the rat's tiny head.  Still, he
hadn't got a good EEG tracing from the spot on top, so he probably
was better searching for another, maybe farther back on the
cortex..

      He sighed and lifted the plump warm animal, cupping her in
his hand.  Ms. Piggy didn't seem to mind the shaving, because he
worked carefully and fed her slivers of moist cat treats while he
worked.  Eating was her favorite pastime, which was how she earned
her name.   That and the fact that she chased Mr. Ed, the male
mouse, around the cage, nipping at him until he huddled in a
corner.  Unless she was in heat.  Then she let him mount her, but
immediately afterwards began biting him again.  Mr. Ed seemed
resigned to this peculiar form of courtship, taking what he could
get when he could get it.  But otherwise he avoided the female rat
completely.  Sandy had carefully charted her menstrual cycles and
knew she still days away from any friendly interest in Mr. Ed.  He
knew better than to toy with her during her single-minded pursuit
of the male animal.  She should be safe to handle today.  As
always, he talked to her while working the fingernail clippers,
then shaved the stubble carefully with a scalpel held in a metal
jig..

      Finally a round quarter inch spot was clean.  He took an
alcohol swab and touched it to the area.  She flinched at the cool
swab, but didn't squeal.  He lifted a pre-pasted dot of foil and
pressed it onto her scalp, then deftly attached the electrode,
sliding it into the small copper tube he'd soldered onto the foil..
He the rat her into the recording box, small enough so she couldn't
turn around or reach the electrode.  Ms. Piggy smelled the lettuce
cuttings in the box and immediately began stuffing them into her
mouth, eyeing him while she chewed the leaves.  Sandy turned on the
recording equipment, watching in satisfaction as the scope showed
brain wave tracings.  He had apparently stumbled on a good spot,
for he was getting clean sharp waves of brain activity.

      This was his junior science fair project, building on his
sophomore project, which was chemical analysis of hormones from rat
urine.  He was charting the changes in brain waves against the
rat's chemical changes, looking for correlations.  His previous
female subject, Stinky, was Miss Piggy's mother.  She had gotten
him all the way to the State Science Fair, where he won Honorable
Mention.  This year, he wanted to take First Place, and was
determined that the methods he used were meticulously scientific.
He noted with pleasure that Miss Piggy was pissing in the box, a
conditioned response he'd trained into her since her infancy.  The
yellow fluid collected in a test tube fitted to the hole in the
bottom of the box.  He'd have to start all over again, measuring
the hormone level in the rat's urine and comparing it with the
tracings from the new location on her head.  He'd long gotten over
his distaste for the sharp smell of the rat urine, but still wore
latex gloves whenever he worked with it, hating to get the yellow
fluid on his hands.

      The electrode was his own device.  He'd built it using a tiny
Hall effect junction removed from an airplane navigation system,
lifting it out of its plastic case with tweezers and gluing it to
a FET which he'd pried from its own case, wrapping the pair
carefully with speaker wire to form a tiny tuned inductor, highly
sensitive to the smallest changes in an electric fields when
excited by an oscillator, and he'd build a bank of active filters,
run into an analog neural network constructed from capacitive diode
junctions to remove unwanted electrical signals.  He checked that
the tracing he wanted was complete enough to analyze.  Ms. Piggy
was still toying with the last of the lettuce.  He didn't want to
disturb her, so he fiddled with the tuning of the oscillator,
varying the frequency while watching the amplitude of the brain
waves reflected on the oscilloscope.  He was getting nothing but
noise now, and was trying to decide how to better shield the leads
to simplify the filtering.  He noticed that every time he moved his
hands the tracing would change.  The device was behaving like an
ultra-sensitive proximity detector, not like a brain-wave monitor.
He increased the amount of 60 cycle current into the neural net
inhibitors, hoping to suppress the effect.  Suddenly Ms. Piggy's
body quivered and she let out a tiny squeal.  He turned off the
power immediately, afraid he'd somehow given her a shock, then
realized that the ultra-thin speaker coil wire he was using for the
electrodes could hardly carry enough current to hurt her without
burning through.  He turned the oscillator back on, trying to
remember the settings he'd run through, and watched the animal
carefully.  Again she quivered and squealed, then unconcernedly
returned to nibbling at the lettuce.  He checked the pen recorder
tracings, and noticed two sharp sets of spikes.

      Sandy thought carefully.  He wondered if he had somehow
induced a brain wave in the small white furry animal.  This was
unexpected, at the least.  Perhaps, he thought, the tracing
reflected some design flaw in his equipment.  Maybe he'd started an
oscillation that quickly built up a large current at some
fundamental frequency he hadn't filtered.  He carefully removed the
electrode from the piece of foil, then tried the oscillator
sequence again.  No spikes appeared.  Maybe Ms. Piggy's body was
necessary for the proper currents, like a load on the coil.  He
picked up another piece of foil and stuck it on the naked skin of
her tail, using the same glue.  Again he ran the oscillator cycle.
Again he got the spikes, and a shiver from that rat.  But both were
much smaller.  He returned the device to the foil on her head.
This time he programmed the sequence of oscillator frequencies into
his computer, having wired it long ago to excite the coil with
variable waveforms to get the greatest sensitivity from his sensor.
Ms. Piggy didn't seem to mind, her body only shaking slightly at
his touch.  He tried again, and again he got the strange spikes and
the same quiver and squeal.  He pasted another electrode on the
scar tissue, hoping it wouldn't hurt her when he peeled it off
later, and tried again.  The same squeal, and the same strange
tracings.

      He thought a while, realizing that his new amplifier was
obviously involved in this effect.  He looked at the tracings
carefully, noticing that the waves showed some sort of feedback
effect, from the rat's faint brain waves through the excited coil
and magnetic junction, then amplified back through the device.

      Sandy knew the electronic characteristics of his device quite
well.  He returned the mouse to her cage and lifted another sensing
device out of its box, quickly wrapping a larger coil around a
pencil, cutting the fine speaker wire on the device and soldering
the new, larger coil into place.  He cussed as the fine wires
curled away from the soldering iron, the head too intense for the
thread of copper.  He wrapped another coil, then soldered it more
carefully, this time succeeding.  He lowered it into Miss Piggy's
cage, holding it a few inches over her head.  The rat didn't seem
concerned.  She was used to strange devices by now.  He tried to
reach the computer keyboard but the rat wandered out from under the
coil before he could begin the sweep.  He typed the required
command sequence, programming it to repeat every second, then held
the coil over her head.  Again he saw the familiar shivers.  She
walked directly to Mr. Ed and Sandy knew she was going to begin her
familiar ritual of torturing the male animal.  Sighing, he reached
to take her out of the cage.  He wasn't finished with her yet.

      To his amazement, however, as soon as she reached the male
animal she presented herself for coitus, front paws spread and her
rump up..  Mr. Ed took immediate advantage of the opportunity,
sniffing her in confusion, then mounting her from behind, pushing
his cock into her and pumping hard..  Sandy marked the urine
sample, wondering if he'd missed something in her estrus cycle.  He
watched the rats go at it for a few seconds, then lifted Smurfette
from the cage, thinking he would try another animal to get the
strange feedback effect.  He put the young female rat in the
lettuce box and lowered the coil.  Smurfette was Miss Piggy's
daughter.  He started the equipment and was pleasantly surprised to
find that this animal responded the same as her mother, without the
squeal, her sexual arousal obvious as her little body quivered..
He reached toward the box, and Smurfette bit him.  This was
unexpected, too, but the bite didn't hurt.  Sandy dabbed his finger
with antiseptic from the bottle he kept near the rats' cages,
thought about writing the results of this experiment in his lab
notebook, and decided he'd wait to see if the effect could be
repeated.  He lifted the coil, but the fine wires broke.  He tried
several times to solder a new coil, but couldn't get it right.
Frustrated, he switched off the equipment and went upstairs..

      The next day Sandy built several new electrodes..  This time
he didn't have any problem soldering the thin wires.  Somehow his
hands seemed steadier.  He found he could replicate the effect at
will, holding the thin coil over the rats' heads with tweezers.
The coil seemed not to affect male rats much, but it had a decided
and immediate effect on female rats, causing an immediate sexual
arousal.  He was playing with the coil, trying it on all his rats
at once, two male-female pairs and his two extra females.  The two
females, isolated from any males, were the most interesting.  One
of the females would assume the male position, trying to mount the
other while both of them squealed excitedly.  The next several days
he repeated the experiment, trying various combinations of
oscillators and filters, and tuning the circuits to maximize the
effect.  He found that by using more loops on the coil he could
make the rats fuck from several feet away,  by having two separate
coils, one which seemed to act as a receiver and one which acted as
a transmitter.  The rats didn't even have to be between them, as
long as they were close.

      He was spending more and more time in the basement, unable to
pull himself away from the experiments.  About a week later, he was
still working on his project.  He had built a bigger capacitive
diode array, hoping to expand the work to other appetites than sex,
but wasn't getting any results, except faster sexual reactions.  He
turned sharply as he heard his older sister Samantha coming down
the basement stairs.  He realized that he was embarrassed to be
caught watching the three pairs of mice fucking madly away in the
glass cage.  His sister was a year older than he, and about the
most prudish person he knew.  He thought that if she weren't his
sister, it would be a terrible waste.  She was a year older than
him, just turned seventeen and one of the prettiest girl in school.
She had a pretty face, even beautiful in an all American way, and
a well developed body with full firm breasts and a narrow waist
leading to nicely shaped hips and long shapely legs.  He knew that
some of the boys thought she was an awful tease, but that wasn't
it.  It was just that she didn't seem interested in sex, or even to
really understand that sex was a part of every teenage boy's
interest in girls.  Sammy complained to him sometimes about boys,
but Sandy always avoided the conversations, embarrassed..

      Samantha, whom everyone called Sammy, wasn't half the student
he was, but her athletic ability had won her a gymnastic
scholarship to a good college.  She was serious about schoolwork,
but never really got into it.  She didn't share his interest in
science, preferring to study sports, and was looking forward to the
end of her senior year.  She'd been on the Tri-County gymnastic
team, and had almost made the State finals, losing out last year to
a potential Olympic contender.  She'd also been a cheerleader for
three years, and was captain of the team.  Most of the really
pretty girls that Sandy had dated had met him through her.  He was
regarded as nice by her friends, he supposed, but sort of dull.

      "What's so interesting?" she asked, walking over.  She still
had on her cheerleading outfit, carrying the bag with her sweater
and pom poms.

      "These rats," Sandy replied, covering the cage with a cloth.
"They're not doing what I expected."

      "Ugh!  They're so gross anyway.  You can keep that cover on
the cage, thank you very much.  What are they doing that's not
expected?"

      "Uh, they're not eating the cat food pellets," Sandy lied.
"They've always liked them before."

      "Maybe you should try rat food like everybody else," she
said.  Sandy couldn't tell whether she was serious or making a
joke.

      "Maybe," Sandy said.  "Look at the new device I'm building."


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  Msg#: 9151                                         Date: 17 Dec 94  14:41
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      Sammy leaned over and looked at the larger coil of wire.
"What's it do?"

      "It oscillates," he explained.  "In a funny way."

      "OK, but what does it DO?"

      Sandy turned on the equipment as his sister leaned over the
coil, looking at it closely.  "It's bigger than the little things
you've been building before."

      She reached out to it up as he started the playback device.

      "Don't touch it," he warned.  "It's set to oscillate by
itself."

      "Is it dangerous?" she asked, pulling her finger quickly
away.

      "No, no.  It just won't work the same if you're touching it.
It picks up body currents."

      The oscilloscope tracing jumped as Sammy quickly inhaled,
shivering.  "Oh!" she exclaimed, backing away.  "Did it just give
me a shock?  I just got a really funny tingle.  And I, well, I
don't know.  I think it gave me a shock!"

      "No, it can't do that.  I think it just picked up your
shiver.  If anything moves fast, then the electric field changes,
and it's really sensitive to that.  It's cold down here, and that's
probably what caused the shiver."

      "Probably," she said, looking a little doubtful.  "Are you
sure that thing's safe?"

      "Oh yeah," he said.  "It carries current only in the milliamp
range.  Watch, it's about to cycle again."

      "Look, I'll turn the current down by half," he said as Sammy
backed away, looking concerned.  "But there's no way it could have
shocked you.  You get more current walking past a florescent bulb!"

      Sammy came closer and watched as the device appeared to do
nothing.  She didn't seem to notice that her fingers flexed just
when the device oscillated, the tracings on the oscilloscope
converging into a complex pattern he didn't recognize.  But Sandy
noticed, wondering why it didn't have a similar effect on him.  He
watched as the neural net tried to stabilize the signals, which
finally converged into several complex overlapping wave forms.
"OK, so it doesn't do anything.  Then what's it good for?"

      "It's a sensitive detection device.  A measurer," Sandy said.
"That's all.  It measures tiny electric currents, using what's
called phase matching to make itself even more sensitive.  Sort of
figures out what you want to measure, then does it for you.  It
really means I don't have to paste these electrodes on the rats."

      "Lucky for the rats," Sammy laughed.  The scope tracing
flickered again, showing that the neural network circuits were
trying to stabilize a new pattern.  Then they settled into the old
pattern as Samantha's fingers flexed in time with the cycles.
Again she didn't notice.  She ran her hands over her blouse,
smoothing her uniform.  To Sandy it looked like she was squeezing
her breasts.  "I gotta go upstairs now."

      "What did you want to tell me?" Sandy asked her.

      "It can wait," she said, suddenly seeming upset.  "I really
gotta go upstairs, Sandy.  I mean, I'll talk to you later, okay?
It's too cold down here!  I keep getting these shivers."

      Sammy turned suddenly and ran up the stairs.  Sandy watched
her, trying to figure out if she still thought the device was
dangerous or what, then turned the current up, to the maximum range
he thought the thin wires of the coil could handle.  He pulsed it
while his eyes were closed, trying to feel something.  He thought
that he felt the hair on the back of his neck rise a little.  He
tried again, feeling the same thing, then switched it off.  He
lifted the cover of the rat cage.  One of the pairs of rats was
still fucking furiously.  One male rat was panting exhausted while
the left out female was licking herself between her hind legs, her
paws trembling violently, and the two female rats were pushing
themselves against the side of their cage, trying to get to the
male rats..

      Sandy made sure everything was turned off, then left the
rats, knowing they'd be okay.  They'd all been through this before,
and the only noticeable effect was a subsequent increase in their
sleeping cycles, although the hormone levels of the female rats
would go way out of wack for a while.  He climbed the stairs,
wanting to talk to his sister.  He knew he couldn't tell her about
the rats.  She'd be furious that he'd exposed her to the device.
But she'd wanted to tell him something, he knew, before she left so
suddenly.  He got to the first floor, but she wasn't in the den, or
the kitchen either.  He went upstairs to where the bedrooms.  Maybe
something was wrong with her.  When he got to her bedroom, the door
was closed.  He raised his hand to knock, then paused, listening.
He could hear strange noises coming from her room.

      "Unnnnh!  Unnh!" he heard.  "Ahhhh....  oh!"

      He waited a second, then heard another noise, like a cough,
but longer.

      "Oooh!  Aaaah!  Unnnnh!!"

      He quietly turned the knob on the door, opening it a fraction
of an inch and peeked through.  His older sister was lying on her
bed, still in her yellow and blue cheerleader's uniform.  But the
short, satin-lined skirt was yanked up to her waist and her eyes
were closed.  Her knees were raised.  Both her hands were stuffed
into the tight yellow pants of her outfit.  He could see her
fingers rubbing right over her crotch.  He couldn't believe that
his sister was frigging herself, but the evidence was unmistakable!
He watched for a moment longer as she pulled one hand out from
under her pants and moved it to her chest.  She began kneading her
breasts through the top of the uniform while her fingers worked in
her pants.

      Her body began to shake and she pointed her toes, rubbing
herself faster and faster.  Then, making one final groan, she
rolled over on her stomach, her body writhing and her short skirt
flapping up and down over her rear.  He saw her face beginning to
turn towards him and quickly closed the door, jumping at the slight
click of the catch.  But the noises continued unabated.  His sister
hadn't noticed.

      His head whirled as he walked down the stairs to the living
room.  His sister was upstairs frigging herself, right after being
exposed to the device.  Just like the rats!  He wondered what her
boyfriends would say if they could see little Miss Perfect working
her fingers into her panties, obviously rubbing her pussy!

      Sandy had tried to get peeks at his sister's body before, but
had never seen much, just an occasional view of tit inside her
bathrobe after she took a shower.    He knew she had a reputation
as an ice maiden.  He'd heard some of the kids at school joke about
it.  She'd never do anything except kiss, and then not even with
her tongue.  But the picture of her working at her pussy, at her
snatch, at her sexy cunt, burned in his mind.  His sister had
sexual desires, just like he did, and she was upstairs fingering
herself on her bed, just like he'd wanked his dick beneath his
covers at night.  He knew what his fantasies were--he dreamed of
screwing the ever girl at school, pretty, ugly, fat thin, it didn't
matter.  His horny cock wanted all of them and at one time or
another he'd pictured himself fucking them.  He wondered what she
was thinking as she masturbated, which of the boys at school she
had pictured in her mind.

      He shook his head.  He guessed that the rapid onset of his
sister's sexual desires hadn't been entirely natural.  It just
wasn't like her.  Maybe, he fantasized, he'd invented a sex
machine!  And it didn't work only on cats and rats, but on people,
too.  If it would work on Jennifer...

      Jennifer was his main girlfriend, or had been.  She was
average looking but smart, one of the few girls who seemed to
understand Sandy's serious nature and his long-winded explanations
of the physics of almost everything.  And, as far as he knew, she
was a virgin.  She seemed intent on staying that way, too.  Their
last date she'd let him kiss her, and even touch her breasts
through her blouse.  He remembered kneading the soft flesh with his
fingers.  But he had tried to undo her buttons but suddenly she got
highly offended.  She told him she wouldn't go out with him if he
insisted on trying to take her clothes off.  He'd told her that he
couldn't stop himself, that she drove him crazy.  They'd had had a
full blown argument, although he didn't really understand why.
Jennifer had walked away, leaving him with a hard-on that didn't go
away until he got home, disappearing into his room for a
self-inflicted hand job.  The hell with Jennifer, he thought, still
half fantasizing.  Now he had his Device.

      He'd begin thinking of it with a capital letter--the Device.
Maybe it would work on Tammy Brown, the prettiest girl in his
school.  Or on Miss Elgin, the sexy-looking English teacher with
the most bodascious bod he'd ever seen.  Or on Mrs. French, the
big-titted divorcee, the woman he gardened for to get the money to
buy his equipment.  But first he'd have to find an excuse to get
them alone in his basement.  Sandy laughed to himself.  It was like
catching birds by putting salt on their tails.  Nice if you could
get that close.  Then he realized the solution.  He'd have to make
a portable version of the Device!

      His fantasies were interrupted as he heard water running
upstairs.  In a minute his sister came down.  She'd changed into
tight jeans and a sweater.  He looked at her with new interest,
seeing the slight mound at the vee of her crotch and noticing how
her breasts made nicely rounded mounds beneath the woolly material.

      "Hey!  Are you okay?" he asked her, thinking of the scene
he'd watched just a few minutes ago.

      "Oh sure," she said.  "Like you said, I just got a chill.  So
I put this sweater on.  How can you work down there when it's so
cold?"

      "I'm just used to it, I guess.  You sure you're all right?"

      "I'm fine," she said, looking a little annoyed.  Then she
smiled.  "Just fine."

      "What were you going to tell me?"

      "Oh, let me think."  There was a pause.  "Only that I saw
Jennifer, and asked if you and she were going to go to the football
game.  She told me you'd broken up with her, so she didn't think
so.  Is that right?"

      "I guess.  You might say we had an argument."

      "Oh, I'm sorry.  About what?  I really liked her!"

      "I don't really know.  It was sort of stupid.  But maybe I'll
call her to apologize.  I just don't know what we were arguing
about, really.  We just got angry.  I was thinking of apologizing
to her anyway.  I believe we can work out whatever the problem
was."

      "I guess that happens.  Things just blow up.  For us, I mean
kids our age.  Like sometimes we get these emotions that just sort
of take over, you know."  Sammy looked a little confused, but
continued.  "It probably has to do with hormones, or something,
just running wild.  I mean like sudden changes of mood.  You know
about that stuff, don't you?  Hormones?"

      "Well, I'm not a doctor or anything, but I know something
about hormones, I guess, from the chilly basement."

      "Like, is it normal sometimes to just get overwhelmed by
anger or other stuff?  I mean to just have it sweep over you?
Feelings about someone?  Is that normal?"  Sammy looked
embarrassed.

      "I think so, if I know what you mean.  It happens to
everybody."

      "Umm . . . Okay.  Anyway, if you and Jennifer get back
together, maybe we can drive to the game together.  With Tommy and
me, I mean."

      Tommy was his sister's current flame.  He was on the football
team, and he had his own car.  Sammy was a cheerleader, and went to
the games with him.  But she'd never invited her brother along
before.  She knew that football wasn't high on his list of
interests.  Now she stood in the living room looking at her
brother, waiting for a response.  Sandy thought a minute, then
agreed.

      "I just thought we should do more stuff together.  You and
me, I mean.  Like double dating."  Sammy looked embarrassed, then
shrugged and walked into the kitchen.  He could hear her opening
the refrigerator, and had a wicked picture of his sister as one of
his experimental rats, biting into a head of lettuce.  His thoughts
returned to his Device, and he began to devise ways to make it
portable, small enough that he could carry it around without anyone
noticing.

      Let's see, he thought.  If I use five or six nine volt
batteries with a step-down circuit and low power FET amplifiers, I
could probably fit it into a knapsack and still have enough power
for four or five hours at the minimum.  I'd have to get a portable
computer, maybe a notebook type for a control device.  I can't see
myself turning knobs on the middle of a date.  'What's that?  Oh,
just a new radio.  Take your panties off and watch the movie.'
Never work.  Need a computer.  Damn, I don't have enough money for
that.  Maybe if I mounted a microprocessor inside the power supply?

      He began designing new circuitry in his head, with a smaller
power supply and a bigger coil.  He could run the control
computer--now there's a funny term, he thought--off the same power
unless there was some other feedback problem.  Maybe it should have
a rechargeable supply for the amplifiers.  He wondered if his
father would miss the batteries from his rechargeable drill.  He
decided he could rewire the drill just a little he could probably
arrange to get the batteries.  So many things to do.  So little
time. . .
      By late Friday night Sandy had completed his smaller model.
His father had used the drill, as expected, to complete the
bookcase he'd been building, and the flash and smoke from the
slightly modified motor were impressive.  Sandy asked if he could
have it for his Science Project, and his Dad had given him the
still smoking tool, telling him to be careful with it.  He lifted
a microprocessor from his school science room, realizing he was
stealing, but not really caring about such fine points of morality.
Science was at stake here.  He carefully wrapped a new, larger
coil, with the same thin speaker wire, unwilling to make too many
changes for fear the Device would have some awful side effects,
soldering it with great care onto the last of his junctions.

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  Msg#: 7336                                         Date: 17 Dec 94  13:22
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      Sandy was afraid to test the new Device, thinking that
perhaps some flaw in construction would cause it to scramble his
own brain waves.  He went to his closet and got a football helmet,
sticking aluminum foil all over the outside for shielding.  Then he
unwrapped screening left over from the breezeway, piling it over
his rat cage with the Device inside.  He rigged a remote control
and went into the next room.  He couldn't think of any way to
shield it better.  He held his breath and turned the Device on.  He
waited, counting for four or five pulses.  That would have been
enough for the other Device, he knew.

      He switched the Device off, pulling off the shiny helmet and
reentered the room.  The coil was still mounted on the outside of
the rat cage, and was pleased to see that the female mice were
healthy, approaching the males.  Within minutes the mice were
happily copulating, fucking their brains out, in fact.  He left the
helmet off and gave them another jolt.  The females all exhibited
that characteristic quiver, but his brain stayed intact.  In fact
he felt nothing at all.

      Using the old Device, Sandy had discovered that pulsing the
oscillator in half-second bursts worked better than a steady
current, and had fitted that improvement into his new model, its
timing controlled by the stolen microprocessor.  The new Device fit
easily into a small padded sack that Sandy had found in the garage
and fit easily into his knapsack with space left over for
schoolbooks.  The wonders of miniaturization, he thought.  Now he
needed a date.  He had decided to ask some girl to walk by the lake
with him.  He could pack a lunch in the knapsack.  There was plenty
of room.  He knew just the spot, but hadn't picked the girl.

      Sandy had trouble sleeping.  He kept fantasying about using
the Device on every girl in school, trying to decide who his first
subject would be.  On Saturday morning, he sat at his desk and made
a list of all the girls he thought he'd like to fuck, ranking each
one for looks, personality, and general sex appeal.  He decided
that he also had to rate them on the chance that they would agree
to go to the lake with him, so he added another column.  He
considered turning the Device on in the middle of a class, say
Civics, but realized that the chaos if it worked as expected would
not be worth the risk.  Sandy went to the basement, suddenly afraid
that one of his parents would look inside the knapsack, and carried
the Device upstairs to  his bedroom.  His parents were in the
kitchen, eating breakfast.  They were off to an Elk's picnic, his
father said, and should be back by suppertime.  His mother gave him
a quick hug as she picked up her purse.

      "What's in the bag?" she asked.  His heart jumped.  He hadn't
finished sewing up the cushion and he knew if anyone looked at his
Device they were bound to ask him why wires were sticking out
everywhere.

      "Just some schoolwork," he replied.  "And stuff for the
Science Fair."

      "You've been spending an awful lot of time working on that,"
his father said.  "Just make sure your studies don't suffer.  And
I hope the reward is worth the effort."

      "Oh, I expect it will be," he grinned, watching as they left
for the car.  He proceeded upstairs to work on his list.  As he
went to his room he noticed Sammy in her room with the door open,
reading a magazine, stretched out on the bed in her bathrobe.
Sandy knew she had cheerleading practice on Saturdays.

      "What're you doing home?" he asked.

      "Practice was cancelled.  Haven't you noticed it's pouring
rain outside?  And there's basketball practice in the gym.  They
postponed it, so I've got plenty of time."

      Sammy was lying in about the same position she'd been in when
he peeked at her before.  Of course, she had her robe on now, and
her hands weren't buried in her pants, but seeing her slim body and
exposed long legs, Sandy had a flashback to his earlier view.
Knowing it was wicked, he mentally added his older sister to his
list.  He quickly crossed her off again.  She was his own sister!
But he was really curious to know if the Device would work.  And if
it worked on Sammy, he figured, it'd work on just about anybody.
He decided there was no time like the present to test his new model
on a human subject.  Besides, he had a test line with her--the old
Device had seemed to have quite an effect.  But how to get away
with it?

      He thought a long time, mentally trying one strategy then
another.  A distraction, he thought.  What to use for a
distraction?  He had an inspiration and went back to the basement
where he picked up a test tube.  He put a few drops of rat urine
into it, then went to his mother's room and added a drop of perfume
from one bottle and a drop from another.  He sniffed it, and it
smelled strangely sweet and musky, almost familiar.  He went to the
den and added a few drops of whisky and some white creme de menthe,
smelling it and mixing in different liquors until he was satisfied
that the result didn't smell like anything he recognized.  Then he
returned upstairs to his bedroom and wired the ON/OFF switch for
the Device into the straps of his knapsack.  He put his hand next
to the coil and switched it on.  He felt the familiar tingle at the
base of his neck.

      Sandy waited.  One pulse.  Two pulses.  Three pulses.  Right
on time.  Then he closed the knapsack and walked into his sister's
room.  He stood by the door thinking, making sure he had his
scenario straight.

      "Can I talk to you a minute?" he asked.

      "Sure," she said, demurely gathering her long legs under
herself as she sat up on the bed.  Sandy felt his heart pound as he
thought about what he was about to try.  "What's up?"

      "I wanted to talk to you about hormones.  And perfume."

      "Okay," she said, putting down the magazine.  "What's up?"

      "I blended this stuff up at school.  I think it smells
something like human pheremones, and wanted your opinion.  Do you
think I could market it as a perfume?"

      He reached into the knapsack and pulled out the test tube,
loosening the cork and handed the tube to her.  He dropped the
knapsack on the floor next to the brass headboard of her bed.  He
suddenly wondered whether the conductive metal would shield the
subject.  Maybe it would act as an antenna?  She took it, removing
the top.  She sniffed, wrinkling her nose.  "Phew!  It smells
awful!  I don't think anyone I know would wear it!  You may know a
lot about phere-whatevers but you sure don't have a nose for
perfume!"

      "Maybe it's just too concentrated?" he said in a hopeful
voice, secretly turning on his transmitter just as the vial passed
under his sister's nose again.  "Try it again, this time not so
close."

      His sister passed the vial under her nose one more time, then
gave it back to him.  He had timed it perfectly so that the shiver
that seemed to accompany the transmitter was concealed by her
reaction to the smell.  "Ugh.  Still awful."  She exhaled and
pressed her fingers to her nose, as if brushing away an insect.
"Ugh again, I can still smell it!"

      He watched as another small shiver passed over her body.  One
second later there was another.  The Device was working!  At least
he thought it was.  He switched it off, hoping that the chain
reaction he'd noticed in the rats would take its course.  Sammy
shook her head.  "I think it made me a little dizzy.  What's in it,
anyway?"

      "Just some of the chemicals I've been using.  I thought it
smelled really nice.  Sort of sexy."  He took a sniff himself.
Silently, he agreed with her.  The stuff smelled really bad.

      "I think you need a nose examination," she said, breathing
deeply.  She thought a second, then shook her head as if clearing
her thoughts.  Right on time, he thought to himself.  Then she
looked at him strangely.  "Or maybe you don't know what sexy smells
like."

      "What does 'sexy' smell like?" he asked innocently.   She
looked at him again, then leaned back on the bed.  Another shiver.
He put the stopper back on the vial and returned it to the
knapsack, turning off the Device.

      "Ugh!  Nothing like that!  That stuff's awful.  Sexy is like
smooth and clean.  Sort of like a guy's body after he's taken a
shower.  Like when you kiss someone and smell his neck while he
touches your throat with his lips.  That makes me all shivery, you
know?  And makes my, uh, my breasts sort of tingle, like they are
now.  Sort of tingly and smooth and soft . . ."  Her voice trailed
off and her hand reached toward her chest.  Then she pulled it away
quickly, realizing her brother was watching.  "Ummm . . . you know
what I mean?"

      "Not really," Sandy said, moving further from the bed.  It's
working, he thought to himself.  The damn thing really works!
"What kind of tingle?"

      "I don't think we should talk about this," she replied, her
words coming thickly.  Her eyes had a glassy look.  "I think maybe
I should be doing homework or something, and maybe you could leave
me alone for a while.  Okay?"

      "No, no, Sammy.  I really want you to tell me.  What kind of
tingle?"  He wanted to be sure the Device worked.  He figured he'd
watch her reaction a little longer, just to be sure, then listen at
the door like before.  Maybe he'd even leave it open a bit, just to
see what was happening.

      His sister looked at him sharply, then he saw her expression
soften.  She gave him what could only be called a sexy, come-hither
smile.

      "Starting here," she said, brushing her soft hair away from
her neck.   She traced her finger from her neck down to her
shoulder.  "And here."  Her hands lightly touched her breast
through the terrycloth robe.  Sandy watched as the flesh jiggled
slightly.  He felt a stirring in his prick as his sister stretched
out her legs.  "And little shivers slowly moving down your body to
here," she continued, her voice low pitched and her hand brushing
down past her stomach, pressing her robe into her crotch.  "And
then back up to here," as her hands returned to her breasts.

      Sandy watched as his sister's hand slipped inside the terry
robe, opening it partway.   He could see right inside the robe even
though she was almost straining to hold back her hands.  She licked
her lips and let the robe fall half open.  His prick rose in jerks
as he looked for the first time at the soft mounds of female
breasts.  Jesus, even her nipples were visible!  He saw she was
wearing a thin lacy bra and as he watched her hand passed it, over
the erect nipple visible through the white cloth.  He felt another
tingle at the back of his neck and Sammy appeared to forget he was
there.  She opened the top more.  Now he could see both tits.  He
noticed with more than scientific detachment that both her nipples
were fully erect.  This was even better than he'd expected, for a
first try anyway.  His sister looked up at him.  "Look, Sandy, I've
got things to do.  You better go now."

      Sandy remained where he was, thinking he'd watch a bit more.
As a scientific study of his Device, of course.  But his hand
brushed over his jeans, pushing his stiff prick down a little.  He
pulsed the Device again.  "What kind of things?"

      "Oh, Sandy!  What's happening to me?"

      "I don't know," he replied.  "What do you mean?"

      "Do you really want me to show you?" she asked, her voice
husky and almost a whisper.  She was looking up at him out of the
corner of her eye, her hand toying with the edge of her robe,
easing it up her legs.

      "Sure," he said.

      Sandy watched amazed as his sister's fingers slowly undid the
knot at her waist and she let the robe fall completely open,
looking right at him.  God! Was she built!  Her breasts were really
well developed, standing out nicely from her body.  His eyes roamed
down her body, past her flat stomach and to her pink bikini
panties.  Her legs were slightly parted and he could make out the
furrow of her pussy under the material.  A tangle of hair was
barely visible escaping through the silky material covering her
crotch.  Sammy squeezed her legs together and slid her finger
beneath the brassiere, lightly stroking her nipple, lying back with
her fingers softly stroking herself as she reached her other hand
down towards her panties.  His excitement rising, he watched her
fingers slip beneath the elastic waistband.  She raised her knee
slightly, then brought her hand back up to her breast, pushing it
upward slightly.  Sandy watched her knead the soft tit flesh as a
pink blush spread down her chest.  He didn't know if it was
excitement or embarrassment, but she closed her eyes with a sigh as
if giving in to the strange feelings sweeping through her.

      One of his sister's hands moved right inside the cup of her
bra, and the other one wandered back down her stomach, tracing a
light line over her navel, inching downward as she tried again to
resist the overpowering sexual urges that flooded her brain.  But
her hand slid lower and lower, beyond her ability to control it,
until her fingers were beneath the elastic waist of the panties,
then all the way to her crotch, between her legs.  She gave him a
long soulful look and closed her eyes.  This time, though, her
fingers began pressing together the two sides of her pussy,
squeezing her sex tightly together and then releasing it.  Again
and again she did this.  She was actually letting him watch her
masturbate!

      Sandy watched his sister writhe on the bed, her eyes closed,

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squeezing her sex tightly together and then releasing it.  Again
and again she did this.  She was actually letting him watch her
masturbate!

      Sandy watched his sister writhe on the bed, her eyes closed,
then he reached toward her bra.  He knew she could feel his fingers
as he touched the clasp and with fumbling fingers worked it open.
The cups fell off her chest, exposing her mounds to his hands.
When he let his fingers graze an erect nipple, Sammy's eyes flew
open and she started to protest, moaning as she struggled to get
the words out.  She seemed to change her mind and began brushing
her erect pink nipples with her own fingers, sighing with pleasure
as he watched.  She took one stiff nipple between her finger and
thumb and squeezed it, her other hand rubbing up and down between
her legs.

      "Oh yes!" she sighed as she felt the cool air on her naked
tit flesh.  "That's right!"  He peeled the robe all the way open,
her flat stomach and full hips now showing.  Between her legs was
a rounded hill with a slight furrow at the bottom.  Holding his
breath, he reached out to her pinched nipple, naked between her
fingers and he touched it.  She moaned at his touch, then opened
her eyes in surprise.

      Sandy wanted to find out how far he could go with his sister.
He knew she was something of a sexual prude, and if the Device
would work with her, it would probably work on anyone.  He figured
that this was as much as would happen, but decided to give the
Device one more chance.  As Sammy started to remove her hand from
her panties.  he kept one hand on her nipple and with the other
secretly activated the Device again.  She sighed and closed her
eyes, then began stroking down her smooth skin towards her panties
just as the next jolt caused another little shiver, raising her
another level in sexual arousal, then he felt another shiver and
then a third, each two seconds apart, just as he'd programmed the
Device.  Her fingers had returned to her pussy, slipping down over
her thin underwear.  She started to slowly run her finger up and
down over her slit, looking at him with half-closed eyes.  Then,
sighing, she slid her hand inside her panties and began stroking
herself again, up and down.  She closed her eyes, murmuring that he
should really leave now, but her hands reached out to him as if to
pull him closer.

      Sandy was amazed.  His older sister, the ice maiden, was
openly masturbating right in front of him.  He watched for a few
seconds then switched the Device off and pulled his tee-shirt over
his head, thinking he would lie on the bed with her and feel her
tits pressing into his chest.  He wondered if she'd really let him
do that.  He checked to be sure her eyes were still closed, then
decided to give her one more jolt, just to be sure.

      "Where else does it tingle?" he asked, his fingers resting on
her stomach right above her panties as her body tensed with the
next oscillation.  He could feel the heat coming from her pussy.

      "Oh God!" she sighed, feeling his fingers.  "That feels so
nice!  But we shouldn't be doing this.  Oh Sandy, we shouldn't!"

      Her hands moved to his near her crotch and he thought she was
going to push his fingers away.  Her hips were making involuntary
up and down thrusting movements, very small but still perceptible.
Suddenly she cried out, "Oh YES!  YES!!! Right here!"

      Sammy let one leg fall off the side of the bed, exposing the
strip of panty material emerging from between the globes of her ass
and covering her mound.  Her brother could see her rear pressing
against the bed and could make out a stain of liquid spreading from
her crotch through the material of her panties.  He saw her ass
contract with a quiver, and realized the Device had cycled again,
beginning another series of transmissions.  She traced her fingers
around the edges of her panties, sighing again with sexual
excitement.  Sandy lowered his hand until his fingers were resting
on his sister's panties, right over the apex of the vee of soft
hair, then traced down the narrow furrow between her legs.  He
could feel her pussy quiver, once every two seconds as again and
again the Device worked its magic.  He lightly drew his fingers
upward, keeping a slight pressure as he felt the soft mound of her
sex through her damp panties.  He used his fingers to squeeze the
sides of her flesh together, as she had done, and again she moaned,
spreading her legs wider to give him access, arching her back.
Sammy's body shook as his finger touched a small button of flesh
and her eyes flew open, almost in shock.  She gasped as she saw her
brother had removed his top, but then reached up and rubbed her
hand over his chest, tickling his own nipples.

      He started to take his fingers away, but his sister reached
down and firmly pressed them against her flesh again.  He realized
he had found her clitoris and pushed against it.  Sammy began to
press her hips upward, forcing her pussy against his hand every
time the Device pulsed.  Little cries of pleasure began to escape
her lips with each pulse.  She put her hand right on his, pressing
his finger down hard against her panties.  Sandy hooked his fingers
under the elastic waist of the panties and slid them down over her
hips, exposing her fluffy patch of blond pubic hair.  Sammy
urgently lifted her hips off the bed, allowing him to slip her
panties down her hips and he could smell the wonderful smell of
cunt as he returned his finger to the magic spot.  The soft blond
hairs below her pussy mound were wet and matted against her white
flesh.  He kept one finger on the tiny button of flesh and slid the
other ones down deeper between her legs, parting her moist slippery
cuntal lips.

      When she felt her panties being removed, Sammy couldn't wait
any longer.  As his fingers pressed into her most secret recesses
her own hands flew to her brother's jeans and fumbled with the
buckle.  She tugged at the belt which opened suddenly, the snap at
the top of his jeans popping open at the same time.  Sammy yanked
down the zipper and pulled her brother's jeans down his hips.  His
cock popped out, stiff and straight, and she curled her hands
around it, murmuring softly to herself.  Sandy was so excited he
barely remembered to make sure the Device was off.  It was.

      He let his fingers trace back up her thighs and she moaned
yet again, spreading her legs far apart, giving him a view of her
entire naked pussy.  The sides of her pussy were bright pink and he
could see wet lubrication as her hole opened to him.  He touched
her exposed cuntal hole and found it was squishy wet, fluid almost
dripping out.  His finger slipped between the lips again, going
deeper this time and her whole body jerked with pleasure, her hands
giving his erect organ a hard squeeze as he felt her cunt squeeze
his fingers.  He could feel a membrane blocking his way and knew
for sure that his pretty sister was still cherry.

      Without removing his fingers Sandy stepped out of his
bluejeans, pulling off his sneakers with his other hand.  He drew
his finger up the furrow of Sammy's wet pussy until he was at the
top.  A spasm of pleasure racked her body.  With his thumb he
experimentally flicked the button of flesh buried between her soft
cuntal lips and was rewarded with another contraction of her cunt
and of the fingers holding his erect cock.  He kept up the rhythm
of the Device, once every two seconds, even though his invention
was switched was off, figuring she'd been conditioned to it.

      As if in response, his sister pulled him onto the bed with
his stiff cock, urgently trying to fit him between her legs.  She
seemed in an awful hurry, but then lifted her head and touched each
of his nipples with her lips, her eyes open wide and her hands
still struggling with his hips as if trying to figure out how to
jam his cock into her pussy.  She began sucking on his nipples, her
hips thrusting up and down now in bigger motions, faster and
faster, about one every half second and she was groaning, telling
him to hurry.

      Sandy climbed onto the bed.  His sister never let go of his
cock, pulling it to her open pussy as he lay naked between her
legs.  He felt a jolt of pleasure when his cock head touched her
wet open pussy.  Sammy rubbed the head of his cock up and down on
herself, arching her hips on the bed and crying out with pleasure.
On the next thrust of her hips he felt his organ slide between her
wet cuntal lips, actually penetrating the slippery cuntal canal,
stopping just at the entrance.  Her fingers were around his cock,
pulling it into her body and she kept murmuring "Hurry!  Hurry!  Oh
put it in!.  Put it in there!"

      He felt resistance.  He couldn't get past her virgin
membranes.  She pulled on his cock, stuffing it into herself and he
felt a sudden tearing sensation as he took her maidenhead, but his
sister was too far gone to notice.  He leaned forward, holding her
and crushing her tits against him as his cock slid into his
sister's cunt.  It was so hot and tight he couldn't believe it!

      Sammy cried out again and again in pleasure as his cock slid
right up into her hot pussy and he began ramming his stiff dick in
and out, his crotch slamming against hers and pushing her ass down
into the mattress.  Her legs were wrapped around his ass, holding
him tight inside her body.  She was kissing and lapping his face
again and again, and he responded, kissing his sister full on the
lips for probably the first time in his life.  He felt his cock
slide against the tight wet flesh of her tight cunt again and
again.  In return she thrust her tongue into his mouth then sucked
his own into hers, pressing her full firm tits against his body and
rubbing them from side to side.  He'd never even heard of a woman
getting this turned on and he knew he was going to cum too quickly.
He was afraid he couldn't resist shooting his hot sperm into her
but he didn't want the experience to end.

      Sandy tried to pull his dick out of his sister's spasming
quim, but she cried out almost in frustration, trying to get him
back inside with her hands, her cunt squeezing him tightly inside
her body, writhing on the bed and moaning with desire.  He pulled
her hands off his cock, seconds away from cumming, trying to think
what to do next.

      Sandy used all his strength to hold his sister's hands away
from his organ as he lifted his hips to pull his cock out of her
tight pussy.  He had to strain to pull against her powerful
gymnast's legs, which were wrapped around his ass trying to pull
him back inside.  He fingered her clit again while he recovered,
but she kept telling him to put it back in, begging him not to
stop.  He worked himself down her body and lowered his head to her
mound.  He touched her clitoris with his lips, running his tongue
up and down her slit.  Sammy almost shouted, saying "No! No!  Oh
please no!" but her back arched in response and her legs parted.
He lapped up her slit, pushing his tongue inside her while she kept
murmuring "No! No! Oh Please no!"  But she still moved her hips up
and down, pushing her pussy against his probing tongue again and
again.

      When he thought he wouldn't cum immediately, he returned his
cock to her quim.  Sammy immediately changed her chant to "Yes!
Yes!  Oh please yes!" and he slid into her again, loving the tight
feeling of his rock hard shaft inside her tight cunt.  Again and
again they fucked, his shaft sliding in and out of the tight pussy
and rubbing right against the tiny button of flesh that was exposed
by her widely spread legs.  He could feel her pussy spasm around
his cock and she bit the pillow to keep from crying out, holding
his ass tightly with her legs and pushing his body tight against
her.  They fucked harder and harder, Sammy reaching one climax
after another, impaled on her brother's cock.  Finally Sandy pulled
out just as his organ began gushing sperm which flew in thick
spurts all over her flat stomach, wetting her blond pubic hairs.

      To his amazement, his sister was still thrusting her hips up
and down, crying out in excitement, so he moved his body down until
his lips were at once more at her open cunt and began lapping her
clitoris.  She immediately arched her back, lifting herself to give
him better access, and spread her legs far apart.  He thrust his
tongue deep into his sister's hot wet crack.  She cried out again
and again as multiple orgasms swept through her.  He sucked and
lapped, tasting his own cum and her fluids, a tangy unfamiliar
taste.  She kept climaxing, again and again, wrapping her legs
around his head this time to keep his mouth close to her spasming
cunt.  As his jaw got sore he wondered if maybe he hadn't overdone
the Device a little.  She squeezed his head with her thighs,
raising her knees in the air and his ears burned from the friction.
Still she wouldn't let him stop, crying out again and again.

      Finally she collapsed on the bed, unable to continue any
more, her hands still working at her own pussy, gently pressing it
and exploring as if to see if anything was broken.  He could see
she could feel his wet sperm on her pussy hairs and she lowered her
hand to her open cunt, then pulled her fingers away.

      Sandy sat up in the bed, between his naked sisters legs,
rubbing his sore ears.  He was amazed at the effect his Device had
had.  It passed any expectation!  He realized that his prick was
sore.  He guessed the last few jolts he'd given her hadn't been
necessary, and decided to put an automatic shutoff control on it,
just in case he forgot.
      His sister was recovering.  She began sobbing with confusion
and exhaustion, saying she was sorry, and that maybe they better
get dressed.  He was a little relieved, because he wasn't sure he
could do another round of fucking right now.  He watched his sister
roll over on her stomach, crying into the pillow.  Sandy supposed
he should feel guilty, but his eyes roved over her supine form,
noticing the smooth curves of her tight buttocks and thighs, and he
stroked lightly up her legs, telling her it was all right.

      "No it isn't," she sobbed.  "God, I never let anyone even


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touch me there, and now we've done it all the way!  What could I
have been thinking?"

      "Maybe it isn't our fault," he lied, still gently stroking
her smooth ass cheeks.  To his astonishment, his prick stirred in
response.  Not now, he thought.  Down boy.  More for you later.  He
gave her the story he had invented.

      "Maybe it was that goo I mixed up, like maybe it was stronger
than I thought, and we got carried away because of it.  But I'm not
that sorry.  It was the most wonderful feeling I've ever had."

      Sammy rolled over on the bed, her teary eyes meeting his as
she sat halfway up on the bed.  Her breasts jiggled and he felt his
cock twitch again, getting stiffer.  She began talking softly, in
a wondering voice.

      "Oh, I know!  I just couldn't help myself, and it felt so
wonderful!  Soooo wonderful.  Like fireworks and stars and so so
good!."  She looked down at his crotch and gave him a little smile.
"At least I'm glad it felt good for you.  And at least you pulled
out before you, you know. . ."

      She reached for a box of tissues near her bed and turned her
back to him, carefully wiping off the droplets of sperm he had shot
onto her belly.  Then she looked pained.  "But I don't know if it
was that stuff, you know.  Oh God, Sandy.  Lately I've been getting
these, you know, urges.  I asked you to leave, you know.  I mean,
maybe I'm becoming some kind of nymphomaniac or something.  Like I
have to do myself, you know, like down here, all of a sudden.  And
I just can't resist.  I think I'm going crazy!"

      Sandy thought to himself.  He didn't want to tell her about
the experiments he'd been doing with her cat, or with the rats in
the basement, but perhaps his coil had been leaking radiation
through the house.  He really wasn't sure what the effective range
of the device was, and there had been several unexplained
oscillations while he was testing it.  Maybe Sammy had been in the
basement, doing laundry perhaps.

      "I bet it's the chemicals I've been playing with," he lied
again.  "I've been having the same effect, but I thought I had
diluted them enough this time.  I've been thinking about how pretty
and sexy you are, and how incredibly sexy your body is, for weeks,
and even fantasized doing it with you.  Maybe I should pour the
stuff down the sink!"

      Sammy laughed ruefully.  She covered her naked breasts with
her hands.  "And turn on everyone who walks by a sewer?  Oh Lord,
Sandy.  What're we going to do now?  I mean what if Mom and Dad
ever found out?"

      "Hmmm," Sandy said.  "I wonder if they've noticed any effect?
I mean, the fumes of this stuff must have leaked out, you know.
I've been noticing that I get pretty horny too, but I figured it
was just being a boy, you know?"

      "Now that you mention it, they have been going to bed
earlier."  Sammy almost laughed.  "But you know they ARE married.
Do you really think that this all is because of some chemicals?"

      She waved her hands over her naked body, then realized she
was sitting talking to her brother stark naked.  She pulled the
bedclothes around herself.

      "It seems that way.  I mean, you ARE the most beautiful girl
in school, and it's not like I'm not affected by that, but I don't
think this ever would have happened if you hadn't sniffed that goo.
Or if I hadn't."

      "Uh, Sandy, do you think you could go now so I could get
dressed?"

      "Okay.  Let me get my stuff."  Sandy picked up his jeans and
underwear from the floor, pulling them on.  He noticed that his
sister watched him dress, not taking her eyes away when he tucked
his semi-erect cock into his undershorts.  Maybe a residual effect
of the Device, he thought to himself, pulling his tee-shirt over
his head.  He pulled on his sneakers and stood up.

      "You better hurry," he said, looking at the clock by her bed.
"Don't you have cheerleading practice today?"

      "Oh no!" Sammy exclaimed.  Then she looked at the clock.
"I've still got thirty minutes.  Enough for a quick shower.  God
knows I need one.  Is my hair a mess?"

      Sandy laughed.  "Just a little.  You look really beautiful,
you know.  Really!"

      Sammy blushed.  "Just let me get up.  Oh damn, I don't know
what I'm doing!  Where did all my clothes go?"

      Her brother handed her her panties and bra.  He realized that
the panties were still wet in the crotch, and slick.  "I don't
think you can wear these," he commented.

      "No, I guess not.  Oh Sandy, what have we done?"

      "Better get ready," he said, rising from the bed, not wanting
to answer.  "We can figure that out later."




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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 made a date for the next weekend with Sally Wright, who
had a reputation for putting out and for giving the best head in
the state.  Sally was good looking, although not great looking.
She wore too much makeup, he thought, and was usually overdressed.
She even wore gold chains over her cheerleading outfit.  But he'd
never had a head job given by an expert, and wanted one.  Her
father was a car salesman, which figured, and she had her own Miata
convertible.  Sally hesitated when he asked her out, but he'd given
her a quick pulse of the Device, putting his hand on her arm at the
same time.  She seemed surprised when she accepted, especially
because the date was to go to the lake.  She was, as she told him,
not a fan of the great outdoors.

      On Saturday morning, she'd called and said that she couldn't
make it.  She wasn't feeling well, and hoped he'd understand.
Sandy understood, all right.  He decided that next time he'd ask
her to go to a rock concert, then fuck her in the car on the way
there, then during the concert he'd make her suck him off, then
fuck her again on the way home.  .

      For now he resigned himself to watching cartoons and eating
peanut butter and mustard sandwiches.  His folks were gone for the
weekend, and Sammy was at cheerleading practice.  Maybe, he
thought, he'd pull out the Playboy magazines hidden beneath his
Scientific Americans and at least relieve the pressure on his
balls.  So much for the life of sexual gratification he had
planned.  But he heard the screen door creak.  Sammy came in,
dressed in her blue and gold cheerleading outfit.

      "Practice was cancelled," she said, surprised to see he
brother still home.  "Why are you still here?"

      "Date was cancelled too," he said ruefully.  "Sally Wright.
Was she at practice?"

      "Oh, yeah.  She said she wasn't feeling too well, but I saw
her going off with Marty Johnson in his Corvette, so she couldn't
have been too sick.  Was that supposed to be your date?  I didn't
think she was your type."

      "Naw," he said.  "I asked her out, but she said no.  You're
probably right, she's not my type."

      Sammy collapsed on the living room couch, her legs over the
arm.  She was wearing light yellow tights under her dark blue
cheerleader's uniform.  Her brother couldn't help but trace the
curves of her thighs, right up to her rounded buttocks, covered
with the bright yellow shorts and stiff blue skirt.  Blue and gold,
the high school colors.  "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, kicking her
feet up and pulling up her white socks..  "I know you were looking
forward to it.  I thought you were seeing Mary what's-her-name.
Something to do with rats, wasn't it?"

      "Sort of," he said.  "More to do with wild animals and their
habits.  You better be careful about your sneakers on the couch.
Mom would have a fit if she could see you."

      "Can I ask you something?" she said, unzipping the shiny
plastic boots of her outfit, then kicking them off.

      "Sure."

      "Uh, Sandy," she started, then hesitated.  She took a deep
breath.  Her breasts rose and fell.  "What did you end up doing
with that bottle?  With that awful smelling stuff?"

      "You mean the test tube?"

      "Oh, right.  The test tube."

      "Nothing."

      "Sandy, do you really think that the goo in there made us,
you know, go crazy like that?  I've been thinking more and more
about it and I just can't believe it."

      "Well," he said, "I suppose that's what it was.  What else
could it have been?"

      "I just don't like the idea.  I mean that people can be made
to do things by some smelly chemicals.  Not that I like the
alternative any better, you know?  Even if you are sort of good
looking, you ARE my brother.  Do you still have it?"

      "Sure."

      Sammy sat up on the couch, her short cheerleader skirt
flouncing around her hips.  "Will you get it for me?"

      "What for?"

      "I want to see.  I have to know if it was that stuff or
something else.  I have to know if I did it to you because I'm
going crazy or because of some chemical stuff."

      "You sure you want to do this?" he asked.  He didn't believe
his sister was coming on to him, but her words sure made it seem as
if she were.

      "I'm sure.  Just get the bottle.  But keep the cork on!"


      Sandy ran upstairs and got his knapsack.  He had added a
remote control to the Device, deciding that reaching for the straps
of the bag each time might cramp his style.  He checked the
batteries and pulsed the Device using a matchbook size transmitter
which just fit in his palm.  Same familiar tingle at the base of
his scalp.  He retrieved the bottle of goo from the bottom,
wrapping it in an old tee-shirt and stuffed it into the bag.  Then
he walked back downstairs.  Sammy was sitting on the couch looking
nervous, chewing on her hair.

      "Give it to me," she said, holding out her hand.

      Sandy rummaged through the knapsack as if looking for it,
then gave it to her.  He sat on the couch beside her, waiting.

      "Oh no," she said, shaking her head.  "You wait over there.
If anything happens, I don't want you so close.  You know what
happened last time."

      "If you're so worried about that, then why are you doing
this?" he asked, reaching for the tube.  "Maybe we shouldn't."

      "Just go over there and sit down," she ordered.  Sammy walked
over to an armchair, leaving his knapsack on the couch beside her.
Sammy looked at the amber liquid, rolling it from side to side in
the tube.  She carefully pulled the cork from the top and took a
slight sniff, jamming the cork back in quickly.  "Phew!  It smells
even worse than I remembered!"

      "Any effect?" he asked, smiling to himself.

      "No, I don't think so.  Let's just wait a minute and see."

      They waited in silence for a minute.  Then Sammy uncorked the
bottle again, and took another sniff, deeper this time.  Sandy
pulsed his transmitter just as she inhaled.  She jumped a little,
almost dropping the glass container.

      "That time something happened," she said.  "I can't tell what
yet."

      Again they waited.  This time Sammy leaned back on the couch,
relaxing.  "I got some sort of tingle from it, you know.  But
nothing like before."  She took another sniff, and Sandy timed the
coil to fire.

      "Ahhh.That was more like before," his sister sighed, raising
her hands over her head and leaning back.  Her breasts stretched
tight against her snug cheerleader outfit.  She stretched her legs
out, pointing her toes, then looked at him, holding out the test
tube.  "Do you want to, you know, try some?"

      "I don't think I better.  You know what happened last time.
Maybe I better just watch you, to make sure nothing happens."  He
grinned to himself, trying to look serious and brotherly.  He
waited for the Device to work.

      "Oh, that's right."  Sandy watched her as she spoke.  Her
voice had become softer and more sexy.  "Can't have little brother
turned on, can we?"

      "Is that what's happening?  Are you getting turned on?"

      "Well, I feel tingly in the same places."

      "Where?  What places?"

      "You remember.  Like last time.  Gosh, I guess this stuff
really does work like we thought.  How do we stop the effect now?"

      "I don't know," he said.  He made sure the device was still
firing.  "We better make sure it's happening the same way.  Where
does it tingle this time?"

      "Here," she said, pointing to one breast, then the other.
"And here.  And all along here."  Sandy pulsed the Device as her
fingers moved across her chest.  Her fingers curled inward and she
pressed each nipple in turn through the cloth.  A puzzled look
passed over her face and she pressed her knees together

      "And Sandy, I'm getting wet already.  This stuff works so
fast!  I just can't believe it!  Gosh, I'm glad I didn't take an
even deeper whiff!"

      "Where?  Where are you getting wet?"

      "Down here between my legs.  Right down here!"  Her fingers
slid down her body to the vee formed by the short skirt.  He pulsed
the Device again and her fingers pressed into her crotch.

      "Oh!" she exclaimed, a smile forming on her lips.  "Just
touching myself there gave me a little shiver.  Just a little one,
but still nice."

      "Show me, Sammy," he demanded.  "Show me where you touched."

      "Oh, no," she said.  "I didn't take that deep a whiff."

      "You probably wouldn't even if you had," he said.  "Is it
unpleasant?"

      She shook her head, her eyes beginning to glaze a little.  He
walked over to her and took the test tube, removing the stopper.
He held it before her nose, which she wrinkled, but she took
another smell.

      "You want me to do it, don't you?" she said.  Sandy could
tell the Device had fired again, the beginning of a new automatic
series.  He returned to his chair.

      "Yes, Sammy, I want you to show me where you touched.  It's
not our fault, it just the chemicals."

      Sammy sighed and spread her smooth young legs slightly apart.
She looked right at her watching brother then lifted the short
skirt.  The bright yellow shorts of her uniform were slightly
pressed into her crotch, the elastic making depressions in her
shapely thighs.  She rubbed her palm over her pussy.  "Right here!"

      As he watched his sister she slid her hand over the yellow
shorts.  Sandy transmitted the code that started the Device on its
fast cycle of one second pulses.  His sister seemed to forget he
was there.  Her fingers worked their way inside her tight yellow
shorts, her eyes closed and her lithe body tensing and relaxing in
time with the pulses he knew were flooding her brainstem.

      "Are you getting hot?" he asked.

      "Hot?  Oh yes!  You wouldn't believe it!  I'm getting so hot!
Do you want to come over and see?  Do you want to see how hot and
wet I am?"

      "Sammy," he said, staying where he was, "Show me where you're
touching yourself.  Let me watch you do it.  Show me where it's
wet!"

      "Oh, GOD!" she sighed.  "You're teasing me!  Why don't you
just come over here and we'll do it?  Let me have you inside me
again, Sandy."

      "Show me first," he ordered.  "Then maybe I'll come over."

      Sammy stretched her long legs out again, pulling the yellow
shorts down her thighs.  He could make out light yellow underwear
through her tights.

      "Sammy," he said, "Take off your tights.  I can't see
anything through them."

      She stood up and told him to close his eyes.  He pretended
they were closed, watching her stand up and pull off the tights,
dropping them into her gym bag.  She adjusted her panties tight
against herself then stretched out on the couch again, one leg over
the arm.  He opened his eyes.  His sister was fingering herself
inside her panties, her eyes still closed while her fingers worked
inside the light yellow cloth.  As he watched she pulled the flimsy
garment down, exposing her blond pussy.  She opened her eyes.


      "Here, and here, and ahhhhh," she sighed, "here too."

      Her long lacquered fingernails spread her blond fringed
cuntal lips as she began sliding her fingers up and down her slit,
rubbing the little button of flesh that poked up in her soft
furrow.  Sandy rubbed his own cock slightly as his sister began to
moan, "It's happening!  Oh! Yes!  It's happening again!  Oh Sandy!
Sandy!  I can't believe it's going to happen again!  It felt sooo
nice!"

      He stood and walked over to her.  Her hot eyes were fixed on
him as he approached and she immediately lifted her skirt up around
her waist, spreading her legs.  She reached for his belt, tugging
on the buckle.  "Do me, Sandy!  Oh, do me now!  Please!"

      He reached between her fumbling fingers and undid the buckle
while she unzipped his fly.  His stiff cock popped out and she took
it in her soft warm hands, murmuring happily as she massaged it.
She tugged on it again, trying to bring it to her open pussy, but
Sandy pulled away.  She looked unhappy.  "Don't do that, Sandy.
Don't tease me!  I need it so bad . . ."

      "Is your pussy hot?" he asked, giving her another single jolt
from the Device.  "Does it tingle?"

      "Oh yes!  My pussy is hot!"  She gave herself another rub,
pulling his cock closer.  "And it tingles all over.  I need it,
Sandy!  Oh, I need it so bad!"

      "Not that way," he said, pulling back as she sat up on the
couch looking puzzled.  Her skirt fell over her pussy.  "I'll let
you have it, but first you have to do something."

      "What?  Anything!  I'll do anything!  Just don't tease me!"

      "Take it in your mouth."  Sammy gasped and Sandy held his
breath, waiting.  He couldn't imagine his prissy sister agreeing to
give him a blow job, but the thought of her warm mouth around his
cock pleased him.  Sammy paled, the red flush that had risen from
her chest turning pink.

      "Please don't make me do that, Sammy," she said softly, her
hands touching his cock then pulling away.  "I've never done
anything like that!"

      "You never did anything like fucking, either, before last
week."

      "But why?  Oh, Sandy, just put it in me!  That's bad enough,
isn't it?  Just put it in me, please!  Make me come again like
before."

      "No," he said firmly, giving his transmitter a quick pulse as

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her fingers began fondling his dick again.  "That's not enough.  I
sucked your pussy last week, now you can return the favor.  If you
do a good job, then you can put this in your hot pussy.  Not
until."

      Sammy looked at his stiff prick and made a face.  "Do I
really have to do this?  Can't you just put it in me like before?
Please?"

      "Not until you do what I said," he replied, running his
fingers through her soft blond hair.  He pulled her head slightly
downward.  Sammy slid forward until she was kneeling on the floor
in front of him, never letting go of his cock.  Her panties were
still halfway down her thighs.

      "What do I do?  I've never . . ."

      "Just open your mouth.  Now touch my cock with your tongue.
That's right.  Now lick it around the head there.  Ahhh, yes!"

      Sandy looked down at his pretty sister in the cheerleader
uniform, her blond hair trembling as she moved her head around his
dick and lapped, Her blue eyes were looking up at him, hungry and
slightly glazed.

      "Take it in your mouth, Sammy," he ordered.  He pulled her
head forward, the tip of his cock touching her lips and felt
himself begin to slide past her lips into her hot mouth.  As he
gave her another jolt with the Device he felt her body tremble.
She closed her lips partway and began to suck gently, her tongue
still rubbing the underside of his sensitive shaft.  He felt her
other hand work down the length of his shaft until she came to the
bottom.  He cried out with pleasure as she slid her hand down his
balls.  In response, she rubbed them lightly, back and forth, then
let her hand continue down between his legs until she was cupping
his ass cheeks.  She pulled him deeper into her mouth, then slid
her hand back across his balls again.  Her hand continued,
traveling back up his shaft, then down her body, rubbing each of
her breasts until it reachedk to her short skirt.  She pressed the
skirt into herself, and Sandy could see she was rubbing the satin
lining material against her pussy.  His cock got even harder as he
began to undo the plastic zipper down her back.

      Sammy was still working hard on her brother's cock, the head
now fully inside her mouth, touching her cheek as she swirled her
tongue around and around, her fingers rubbing the cloth of her
skirt against her pussy.  He reached behind her and lowered the
plastic zipper of her cheerleading uniform until he had uncovered
her back all the way down to her waist.  He pushed the top down
over her shoulders, exposing a tan satiny bra.  He kept working the
material down, realizing she was helping him with her other hand,
his cock held in her mouth only by suction as she swirled her
tongue around the tip.  He fumbled with the catch of the slippery
bra material for a few seconds until it popped open, the flimsy
garment coming free in his hands.  He tossed it onto her gym bag,
pushing her shoulders back against the couch and pulling his cock
out of her mouth.  Sammy protested, trying to get his cock back in
her mouth, but Sandy took her hands away, saying she would have it
inside her again soon enough.

      His sister's magnificent tits stood out firm, the nipples
fully erect again, pink and stiff.  He let his cock slide down her
neck and down her breastbone until it rested between the two mounds
of flesh.  He took one of her hands firmly, putting it on the side
of her breast, then the other, pulling it away from the spot where
it was rubbing her crotch and placing it on her other ripe tit.  He
slowly pushed her hands together until his cock was buried in the
soft pliable tit flesh, the red tip poking up between them.  He
knew that half the guys in school had fantasized tit-fucking, and
probably with his well-endowed sister.  But none of them had
succeeded!

      Sammy quickly got the idea and began rubbing his prick
between her tits, sliding her nipples against his engorged organ
with her fingers, murmuring in pleasure.  He stood over her a
while, enjoying the sensation of smooth tit flesh against his cock.
Then she pulled his cock away, looking at it.  She smiled at him
and slowly lowered her mouth onto it, saying that she didn't mind
anymore.  Her hands again cupped his swollen balls as she sucked in
her cheeks, pulling his organ back into her mouth.  He let her
slide it in, relishing the sensation of her soft lips engulfing
him.

      He put his hands on her shoulders, turning her body around.
As she turned, his cock popped out of her mouth, bobbing against
her hair.  Sammy knelt over the couch and he lifted his sister's
short blue skirt, her pretty rounded ass presented to his stiff
organ.  This was just what he had done with Mary Martin, just with
a different ass.  His sister's was plumper and felt softer against
his cock.  He slid his hands over her smooth buttocks, reaching
between her legs and spread them apart.  She quickly got the idea,
leaning further forward and arranging herself so that her pussy was
open to him.

      "Oh yes!  Sandy!  Put it in me again!  Oh please, I'm so
hot!"

      He knelt behind her and slid his cock under her buttocks,
brushing against the soft flesh of her pussy, feeling the soft
hairs rubbing against him.  Her hands flew between her legs,
spreading the pussy lips and he pressed upward with his cock until
he could feel the hot hole of her cunt, wet and slippery.  His cock
stopped just at the entrance.

      "Do you want me to put it in?" he asked, rubbing her nipples
between his fingers.

      "YES!" she almost shouted.  "Stop teasing me!  Just put it
in!"

      "Is this what you want?" he teased, slowly entering her cunt
from behind.

      "Oh Yes!" she said again.  "Make me cum again!  Oh please
make me CUMMMM!"

      Her voice rose in pitch as he slowly penetrated her tight
channel.  He could feel the heat inside her and he pushed forward
with his hips as his organ slid right up inside, stopping only when
his crotch was tight against her ass.  The satiny lining of her
lifted skirt was cool against his own belly.

      "Oh YES!" she cried as he started to fuck her.  "Oh Yes! Yes!
Deeper!  Put it in DEEPER!"

      Sandy began pumping in and out, his cock stroking deep as he
fingered his sister's tits.  In and out it slid.  She didn't even
notice when he reached behind himself to retrieve his remote
control, turning the Device back on for cyclical pulses.  But he
could feel her body shiver with each new set of transmissions, her
already tight cunt going into spasms as she humped back against
him, faster and faster.

      Sandy pulled his organ back out, rubbing it against his
sister's soft rear.  She moaned in disappointment, then gasped in
surprise as he spread her ass cheeks and placed the wet slippery
head of his cock against her pink anal opening.  He pushed forward.

      "Oh SANDY!" she cried out, feeling him violate her ass.  "Not
there!"  But she leaned forward against the bed, sighing again in
pleasure as his hands fingered her clit.  He worked the head in and
out as she got more and more excited, feeling her ass contract and
loosen around his prick.

      "Do it!" she finally said, her voice shaking.  "Go ahead,
Sandy.  Put it in if you're going to!  Oh, I'm cummming already!"

      Slowly his hard shaft slid into his sister's asshole, inch by
inch.  This time he wasn't sure he could pull out, and he knew he
was going to cum.  As he started to pull back, the Device fired
again.  His cock was locked inside Sammy's contracting ass as he
felt hot sperm begin to boil in his balls.  He yanked her short
skirt up high around her waist, watchng his cock jerk as her ass
contracted around it again and again.  He felt himself flood inside
her, covering the inside of her ass, soaking the velvety membranes
even wetter.  He pushed forward, gushing sperm as her slender body
writhed, her body pumping back against him and his hands on her
ass, pulling himself even deeper into her.  Her whole body began to
shake as she reached her  climax.

      "AH YES!! Oh, shoot it into me, Sandy!  Fill meeee with your
hot cum!  Do it to MEEEE!  AH, OHHHH, YESSSSSS!  YESSSSS!!"

      Sunday night, Sandy reviewed his list, ordering the
candidates in his mind.  He considered their faces, bodies, and
generally how sexy he thought the girls were.  He planned his next
experiment for a while, then made sure the batteries on the Device
were connected to the charger.  He washed and went to bed.  Monday
morning he rode his bike to school, his knapsack strapped to his
back.  He stored it in his locker.  Despite his attempts at
control, he walked around all day with an erection, waiting until
last period, which was English.  He stopped on the way to get his
Device.  As soon as he walked into the room, seeing Miss Elgin, his
English teacher, his erection turned into a raging hard-on.

      Miss Elgin, his sexy English teacher, had been third place on
his list.  That day she lived up to his expectations, wearing a
tight purple miniskirt, black stockings and a blouse with frills
down the front.  The frills didn't do much to hide her
well-developed tits.  Her long black hair fell straight down her
back and was held back from her face by two mother of pearl combs.
From his vantage point at the side of the second row he could see
her nicely shaped thighs as she stood up, tugging the short skirt
down her shapely legs.

      At the beginning of the year, After the boys in the class had
found out who the teacher was, there had been a frantic rush for
front seats on the side.  Miss Elgin was a common target for locker
room fantasies and jokes, and last year's class had informed them
of the best vantage points for seating.  Sandy was lucky enough to
have slid into one, refusing to move even when one of the class
bullies had threatened to beat him to a pulp.  More than
threatened, he remembered.  He could almost feel the punches as
he'd been beaten up, but he'd still refused to move.  It had been
well worth it.

      That day, when the pretty teacher wrote on the blackboard, he
let his eyes travel up and down her well-proportioned form from her
high heels up her legs to her nicely curved ass.  He looked at the
rounded globes of her ass as she stretched to reach the top of the
blackboard.  Her waist was thin.  She turned around to lecture and
his eyes roamed over her full tits, studying the way they filled
out her blouse.  He could make out the outline of the her bra and
imagined her breasts bouncing free of its restrictive hold.
Fifteen minutes before the class was over she passed out a quiz,
sitting and reading while the class completed it.  Sandy whizzed
through it.  It was a snap even though he hadn't read the
assignment, since he'd put on the play they were studying over the
summer.

      Just before the bell chimed, signalling the end of the school
day, she walked up and down the aisles, collecting the quiz papers.
He had the paper upside down on his desk and put his knapsack
beside it.  When she walked by his desk, reaching for the paper, he
gave the Device a pulse, then another, noticing with some pleasure
that the girl sitting across from him squeezed her legs together in
an involuntary reaction.  Miss Elgin paused a second, a puzzled
look passing over her face, then walked on leaving a faint trail of
perfume.  He inhaled deeply, liking the smell of her.  As the class
was filing out, he stopped at the teacher's desk and asked if he
could speak with her.

      "Sure," she said, smiling up at him.  Her large dark eyes
were fixed on him, and he blushed a little.  "What's the problem?"

      "No problem, really," he'd said, marking time until the rest
of the class had left.  "I just wanted to discuss my term paper."

      "Oh, fine, Sandy," she said.  She arranged some papers on her
desk, waiting.  He dropped his knapsack beside her papers, near her
body.

      "Well, see, I'm doing this paper on Chaucer, and there are
parts I, um, don't understand."  He had the remote control hidden
in his hand and gave it a pulse as he moved nearer to her, leaning
on the desk.

      "What parts?" she asked.  He noticed the familiar shiver.

      "Well, maybe it's because I really don't have the experience
in life to understand some of the parts.  Or to write about them
anyway"  Another pulse.  Another shiver.  She lowered her hand to
her desk, then looked surprised that she had covered his hand with
hers.  She quickly pulled it away, looking a little puzzled.

      "I'm having trouble with some of the, well, racier parts, if
you know what I mean," he stammered.

      "I've heard that kids these days have lots of experience.
Much more than when I was in high school."  Her voice was warm and
soft and she looked up at him.  He noticed her hand was moving back
to his.  He started the Device's automatic sequence.  "Can you give
me an example?"

      "Well, like, how does a man tell a woman he wants to be with
her?  I mean if he's attracted to her, if she's really pretty, like
you are, for example.  If he's really turned on by her."

      "Sandy," she said softly, her hand covering his.  "Are you
telling me you're attracted to me?"

      "Sure," he replied, his free hand touching her shoulder.  The
material of her blouse was smooth and silky and her skin felt warm
beneath his fingers.  "Every boy in your class is in love with you,
you know.  It's nice watching you in those short skirts, with your
beautiful legs.  And when you wear tight sweaters, we have to sit
with our legs crossed!"

      "And why is that?" she asked, trying to hide a smile.  She
tried giving him a completely artificial look of innocence.  But
her breathing was getting a little faster and Sandy recognized the
slightly glassy look that came when the Device was working.

      "Because we get hard for you," he said, feeling her hand
squeeze his slightly.  His hand moved from her shoulder to her
breast, lightly brushing over it.  Miss Elgin sighed, leaning back
in her chair.


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      "Why am I letting you do this?" she asked softly as he cupped
her full tit in his palm.  "This could get me fired.  Or you
expelled.  Weren't we talking about Chaucer?"

      "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, moving his fingers
lightly over her breast to the buttons of her blouse.

      "Oh no," she murmured.  "I just don't know why I'm letting
you touch me like that.  I've noticed you watching me before, but
never expected . . ."

      "Because I'm so turned on by you," he said, his fingers
moving with more assurance to the button on her blouse.  "Because
you want me to do it."

      His fingers had opened the top button and moved to the next.
He undid that one too, and a third.  Then he slid his hand inside
her blouse, touching her tit flesh.  He could feel her quiver as
the Device worked its magic.

      "But you're just a boy," she said, her eyes looking puzzled.
"And a student, and, ohhhhh. . ."

      His hand had slipped inside her bra, taking her warm nipple
between his fingers.  He could feel it stiffen.  Her own hands
moved to his hips, then slid across the front of his pants to his
bulging organ.  "But you certainly are hard!" she exclaimed softly,
giving him a soft squeeze.  "And so big!"

      "I am," he replied.  "Hard for you."

      Sandy opened another button on the teacher's frilly blouse.
He could see her bra, lacy and thin, and slid his hand back inside,
this time sliding the bra down over the pink nipple, stroking the
outside of her tit.  She leaned back in her chair, letting him
touch her.  He undid the last two buttons, opening her blouse over
her chest.  He stroked each of her full tits then moved his fingers
down to the soft flesh of her belly, feeling the constriction of
her skirt waist.  Miss Elgin leaned farther back, closing her eyes,
letting him touch her.  He slid his fingers inside the skirt, into
her skirt.  He pushed past her pantyhose until he came to her
underwear, feeling her body quiver has his fingers slid inside the
tight skirt down the curves of her hips to her pussy mound.  He
could feel the hair on her pussy through the soft slippery material
of her underwear, and moved his fingers in time to the Device's
pulses, lightly pressing down over her mound.  Miss Elgin's breath
came faster and faster until she was making fast little
exhalations, one after the other.  She pressed his hand to her
crotch and her body shook.

      Suddenly she pushed him away, even though her body was
quivering with pleasure.  She quickly pulled her bra back over her
exposed tit and fastened the buttons on her blouse.  He thought he
had gone too far, but she went to the classroom door, looking down
the corridor.  Then she returned.

      "We can't do this here," she said, taking his hand.  "Someone
might come.  I mean, besides me.   God, I never thought I'd be
doing this.  Come here with me, Sandy, quickly."

      "I've got to bring these," he said, grabbing his knapsack.
"My books."

      "Okay," she said.  "But come on!"

      He followed her out the door.   They almost ran down the
corridor until they came to the guidance office.  The door was
locked, but Miss Elgin fished through the secretary's desk and
removed a ring of keys.  She unlocked the door and went inside.
Sandy followed her, locking the door behind them.  She closed the
curtains and looked at him.

      "Let me get rid of these," she said, kicking off her shoes
and rolling her panty hose down her legs.  "Oh God, what am I
doing?  Why can't I stop myself?"

      She tossed the rolled up pantyhose on a desk and quickly
undid the buttons of her blouse again, stripping it off her body.
Her tits were large, bigger than his sister's, heavy in her tight
bra.  Her skin was white and smooth and Sandy thought he could fit
his hands right around her small waist, fingers touching.  He gazed
at her body while she watched him, smiling.  She reached behind her
back and unsnapped her bra, removing it slowly.  Her full breasts
were magnificent, with large brown nipples.

      Sandy walked over to hr and lifted her skirt, sliding the hem
up to her waist, higher than her bikini panties.  She put one of
her legs between his, holding his body to her and sliding her thigh
back and forth over his pants, pressing against his erect cock.
His fingers slid between their bodies, finding the outline of her
sex through her panties.  He could tell the Device was still
operating because of the rhythmic contractions of her pussy beneath
his fingers.  He slid his fingers lower.  Her panties were moist.
His teacher rubbed her pussy against his fingers, sighing again in
pleasure.  He lowered his head as she lifted her tits to his mouth
and he began sucking on her nipples, one then the other.  She
leaned back against the desk, letting him give her pleasure,
moaning softly as he sucked each tit.  He worked on them, another
fantasy come true, rolling the large soft nipples in his mouth
while his fingers ran through her long straight black hair.


      Sandy pulled his head away.  Her nipples were wet and shiny
with his saliva.  He reached under his teacher's short skirt,
fingering her panties.  He eased them down her hips, his hands
passing directly over her thick black triangle of pubic hair.  He
lowered the panties further, down to her thighs and inserted one
finger between her legs, stroking her cuntal lips softly.  She
pulled the panties the rest of the way off herself, then began to
stroke his cock through his pants, telling him to hurry.  But he
was in no hurry at all.

      He touched her naked cunt again with one finger, feeling her
shiver again as it slid up past her pleasure button, then back down
to her wet hole, slowly sliding it inside her wet cunt, then
pulling it slowly back out.  Miss Elgin looked down at his finger
as if in amazement as it slid in and out of her pussy.  He put his
hands on her waist and lifted her light body on to the desk,
sitting her on the edge with her legs spread.  Her tight little
skirt was still hiked up to her waist and he could see the curly
black hair, a dark triangle pointing to the wet hole beneath.  She
had more cunt hair than any woman he'd ever seen, even in
magazines, and it was strangely exciting.

      He gave her large tits one more kiss, lifting them to his
mouth in turn.  He turned off the Device then dropped to his knees
between her spread legs, pushing his head between her spread
thighs.  He could smell a slight perfume, his nose pressed into the
thick patch of hair covering her womanhood.  She smelled wonderful,
he thought as his tongue slid along her wet slit, finding her open
cunt.  He flicked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, feeling
her shake with pleasure, then slid his tongue back down, pushing it
between her pussy lips until it entered her warm wet hole.

      Miss Elgin leaned back on her hands on the desktop, crying
out softly in pleasure, her breasts softly quivering and her thighs
pressed gently against his head.  He licked up and down, glorying
in the sensation of lapping her beautiful cunt, then stood up, his
hands unzipping his pants.  Without even lowering them, he pulled
out his cock, holding it before her, stroking his hand up and down
its length.  She pulled him closer until the tip of his cock was
touching her warm pussy, poised right at the entrance to her cunt.
He could feel slippery liquids ooze out, covering the tip of his
cock as he pushed his hips slowly forward.  They both watched as
the long hard organ slid in slowly, burying itself to the hilt,
then slowly slid back out.  In and out he pushed it, his hands on
her naked shoulders.  Miss Elgin put her hands around his neck,
drawing him close to her for a kiss, pulling his body closer to
hers while his cock penetrated her even more deeply.  She wrapped
her long shapely legs around his ass, and they fucked in that
position, in and out, while she unbuttoned his shirt to press her
full warm tits against his bare chest.

      The feeling of fucking his beautiful English teacher was as
good as he had expected.  He supposed she'd had lots of other men,
and her cunt wasn't nearly as tight as Mary's, but she sure had
better technique, squeezing him when he was inside her with ripples
of cunt flesh, lowering her head to lap his own nipples while his
cock head rested just inside the entrance to her sex.  She began
gliding her hips back and forth on the desk, faster and faster as
he felt the familiar pressure build up inside him. She leaned
further back, finally laying back on the desk, right over the
papers scattered over the top.  He dropped his pants to his ankles
and fucked her, ramming his cock in and out while he watched her
fleshy tits jiggle with each stroke, his fingers stroking her.  She
began making little mewing sounds, closing her eyes in pleasure,
her mouth slightly open as her cunt squeezed his cock with each
stroke. Finally they both climaxed, her mewing becoming an almost
continuous keening, soft and pleasant.  To his surprise, Miss Elgin
didn't stop. Her cunt was contracting so hard and fast that her ass
almost vibrated on the desk and he felt himself get hard again
almost immediately as he leaned over to kiss her soft red lips.
She opened her lips and pushed her own tongue into his mouth, then
sucked his tongue inside her lips as she held him inside her.

      The desk began shaking and papers fell off, they were both
pumping so fast.  His teacher began sobbing in pleasure, flinging
her long black hair from side to side as she pulled his cock into
herself, softly whispering, "fuck me.  Fuck me," in his ear.  He
felt himself cumming yet again in his hot teacher's pulsing pussy
and rammed even harder, wringing cry after cry of pleasure from her
lips, finally pressing his crotch tight against hers as his cock
pulsed jets of sperm, filling her with hot liquid.  His own body
shook with pleasure and he saw bright lights flash before his eyes
as she drained every drop of sperm from his cock.  His knees
buckled and he almost fell, but she held his arms, holding him
close to her while he tried to recover his breath.  He realized he
was dizzy, and leaned into her, holding her close.  He could smell
her perfume again, and nuzzled against her long soft neck.

      They stayed like that for a minute, Sandy relishing the
feeling of her large soft tits against his chest and her hot cunt
around his shrinking cock.  Then he slowly pulled out, watching one
string of cum stretch from her pussy to the tip of his semi-soft
cock then finally snap, a fine strand of cum clinging to the hairs
of her pussy.  He pulled back from her, zipping up his pants,
feeling almost guilty.

      "Oh GOD!" Miss Elgin sighed again dreamily.  "What have we
done?  What have I done?"

      She stood up, looking at him, standing with her cunt wet and
exposed, droplets of cum on her legs and her tits jutting out from
her open blouse.  Then she picked her panties up from the floor.
She used a Kleenix from the box behind her to wipe the cum from her
pussy, dropping it in the trash, then put on the panties, pulling
them snugly against her still moist cunt.  Sandy couldn't help but
think that his sperm was still inside her flat belly as she
smoothed the material over her pussy.  Then she adjusted her
wrinkled miniskirt, pulling it down over the panties and closed her
bra and blouse.  She frowned slightly, passing her hands over the
short skirt to smooth the wrinkles.  She picked up her pantyhose
and looked at them as if they were a strange object she'd never
seen before, then stuffed them in a pocket of her skirt.

      "Sandy," she said softly, taking his hand looking at him, "If
any word of this ever gets out, my job is over.  My career is over.
My life is probably over.  Do you understand?"

      "I understand," he said.  "I don't intend to tell anybody.
Not that anyone would believe me anyway, you know."

      "But promise me," she said.  "Promise me you'll never tell a
soul.  I'll give you anything.  Anything.  Grades, whatever, you
name it.  We've got to promise never to do this again, and never to
tell anybody about it!  It never happened, right?"

      "Well," Sandy said thoughtfully, "I don't need the grades,
you know?  I'm doing pretty well in the class.  But maybe if you
said you weren't mad at me, that would help."

      "Good Lord, Sandy!  Why should I be mad at you?  You just
gave me the best orgasm of my life!  And I practically raped you to
get it.  Hardly a reason to be mad at you."

      "Well then," he said, "maybe if we could, like, cut the part
about never doing it again?  I'd promise anything myself for that!
To do it again, you know.  God, I saw lights and almost fainted, it
felt so good!  We've just got to be able to do that again, right?"

      "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

      "Oh no!"  Sandy looked shocked.  "Never!  It's just that I
don't want to promise never to do it again.  I mean, not like you'd
want to."

      She looked at him thoughtfully, her fingers straightening out
the tangles in her hair.  "I suppose that can't hurt. And I don't
seem to know what I want right now.  Okay, I'll promise we'll do it
again.  Maybe someplace nicer, you know?  And you promise me that
you'll never, ever, tell anybody what we've done.  And we still
have to discuss your term paper, you know.  I don't think now is
exactly the right time."

      "A deal!  We'll discuss the term paper and everything, but I
don't have to promise never to do this again with you." he said,
smiling at her.  She smiled back, looking relieved.

      "That's a double negative," she corrected.  He laughed and
they left the office together.  She even gave him a quick kiss as
they were going out into the corridor, after checking it was
deserted.  Sandy watched her walk down the corridor, her body
swaying and her ass moving nicely beneath the short black skirt.
A fine, he thought, figure of a woman!
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  Msg#: 9161                                         Date: 17 Dec 94  14:46
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I did not write this story.
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multi-part stories where consolidated at the time, and some minor
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      Later in the week Sandy arrived home from school.  His sore
prick had recovered from the fling with Ms. Elgin and he was ready
for the next candidate on his list.  He was in his room selecting
his next choice when he heard his sister come home, talking to
someone as she came up the stairs to her room.

      Sandy poked his head out his door and saw it was Janet
Parkins, a pretty petite blond freshman who Sammy had told him was
trying out for the cheerleaders.  Sandy had noticed her in school
because she always carried a stack of books pressed to her chest.
This had the effect of emphasizing her cute little tits, which, he
was pretty sure, wasn't what she had in mind.

      "Oh, Sandy," his sister said.  "I didn't think you'd be home
yet.  This is Janet.  Janet, my brother Sandy."

      "Hello," she said, looking down at her feet.

      "Hi, nice to meet you."

      "Uh, yes, nice to meet you too," she replied, blushing, her
eyes quickly glancing away when he looked at her.  Her voice was
almost inaudible.  Sandy realized she was painfully shy.  There was
a long silence.  Then Sammy laughed and spoke.

      "We're going to use the living room, Sandy, so I can show
Janet some of the things she'll be doing in the auditions.  I'm
glad you're here because you can help us move the furniture to make
more room.  Will you do that for us?"

      "Sure."

      "Then you've got to leave us alone, okay?"

      "Sure."

      "Give us a minute, first."

      Sandy waited while the girls disappeared into Janet's room.
When they came out both girls were wearing sweatsuits.  Samantha's
suit was about two sizes too large for Janet, who had rolled the
legs up over her sneakers.  They went downstairs and Sandy helped
them move the couch and chairs out of the way.  The whole time
Janet blushed every time he looked at her.  After they had the
furniture out of the way Sandy went back upstairs and added Janet's
name to his list.

      He began doing homework until he heard a knock at his door.
It was his sister, who said that they were taking a break, and
asked if he wanted to join them for ice cream.  He went downstairs
to the kitchen.  Sandy tried again to engage Janet in conversation,
but he found it frustrating because she was so shy that all her
answers were one word.

      "Sandy's interested in science, Janet, like I know you are,"
his sister said.  "He's particularly good in biology and
chemistry."

      "Uh-huh," Janet replied, taking another bite of her ice
cream.

      "He knows lots and lots about smells and stuff, huh Sandy?
About how they affect people." Sammy said.  Sandy looked at her
sharply.  He wasn't sure where this was leading, and he wasn't sure
he liked it.  Janet looked up at him.

      "You mean like the disgusting smells we get in chem lab?"

      "Not exactly," Sammy said before he could answer.  "I don't
know what that is, but these are different."

      "Sam, could I talk to you a minute?" Sandy said, getting up.
"In private?"

      He walked into the hall.  "What the hell are you doing?"

      "Oh come on, Sandy, Janet's so shy I'm afraid she'll melt
right into the floor.  I've sort of made her a project of mine, I
mean to get her more into things, and I thought maybe you could
help."

      "How?"

      "Maybe just a whiff of that stuff of yours.  You know, just
a little bit to get her loosened up.  Not enough to actually do
anything, you know?"

      Sandy looked at his older sister, thinking.  "All right, if
that's what you want.  But on one condition."

      "What's that?"

      "That stuff makes me horny, too.  Just a whiff, you know?  So
I've kept it bottled up.  You agree to use it with me after Janet
leaves.  If you say you'll do it, all the way, then I'll get some
of it out for Janet.  But that's the price."

      Samantha tried to look shocked, but Sandy could tell that his
sister was feigning.  She wanted to climax with him again.  She
thought a minute, then agreed.  They went back into the kitchen
where Janet was still sitting at the table.

      "The stuff I've been working with is secret," Sandy said.
"And Sammy promised me she wouldn't tell anyone about it.  But
you've already heard half.  I'll tell you the rest, but you have to
promise never to tell anyone either."

      "Why's it so secret?" Janet asked, looking interested.

      "It's a project for the science fair, or at least it started
out that way.  Now I'm not sure.  But I'm sure that I want to keep
it secret.  No one would believe it anyway.  But I'll let you in on
it if you promise never to whisper a word to anyone."

      "Okay, I promise," Janet said.  "I don't know who I'd tell
anyway."

      "I'm working on pherenomes," Sandy said.

      "Aren't those smells that affect how people behave?" Janet
asked.

      "Right.  Good for you!  And I've found a pherenome that
affects people directly.  In a major way."

      "How?"

      "Well, it's easier to show than to tell.  Do you want to
see?"

      "I guess so," Janet said.

      "You wait here."  Sandy went up to his room and took his vial
out of its hiding place.  He took some rubbing alcohol and put it
into another bottle, taping a label onto it.  He wrote a chemical
formula on the label and put both bottles in his knapsack with the
Device.  Then he went down to the basement and got a pipette.
stairs.  When he arrived, he made a big production out of measuring
a small amount of alcohol from the bottle and adding it to the
vial.

      "There," he said, quickly putting the stopper back on the
bottle.  "Now it's activated."

      Janet looked doubtfully at the black liquid in the vial.
"But what does it do?"

      "Take a sniff," Sandy replied, handing her the vial.

      "Is it safe?"

      "Sure.  It's actually a natural compound, just concentrated."

      "I'm not sure I should do this," Janet said.  "Is it some
kind of drug?"

      "Not at all.  It's not it's any kind of illegal drug, or
anything like that," Samantha said.  "Here, I'll show you."

      She took the bottle and pulled the stopper out, taking a
little sniff.  "Actually, it smells pretty awful."

      Janet took the bottle back and took a sniff herself.  Sandy's
hand was resting on his knapsack and he pulsed the Device just in
time with her inhalation.  "Phew!  It does really stink!  What's in
it?"

      "Phenylbioxybuteline acetate, for one thing." Sandy made up
the name.  "That's just the carrier.  Then a modified
dexyribophosphoric amine, which is one of the active ingredients.
And some hormone derivatives, with a trisodium base."

      "That's way above any chemistry I know," Janet giggled.  It
was the first time Sandy had seen her smiling.  He knew the Device
was working.  "But what does it DO?"

      "You tell me.  How do you feel?" Sammy asked, leaning back in
her chair a little.

      "A little tingly.  Sort of nice.  Ummm . . ."  Janet
hesitated as the Device ran through a set of timed pulses,
stimulating her brain.

      "Actually," Sandy said, "it affects different people
differently, I think.  For some people, it has no effect at all.
Generally really dull people don't get any effect.  For others, it
seems to act like some sort of love potion.  For some people, it's
a real turn- on.  Like sexy, I mean."

      "Oh my!" Janet said.  "How do you know which people do what?
I mean which people are . . . you know what I mean?"

      "I don't know," Sandy pretended to admit.  "I did some
research with mice and know that it affects animals, too,  But the
compound has to be a little different for them.  How does it affect
you?"

      "I, uh, think maybe . . ." Janet blushed again, squeezing her
legs together.  "I feel sort of tingly, you know?"

      "Where?" Samantha asked.  She was getting really turned on by
the Device and remembered her reaction when her brother had asked
her the same question.

      "I really don't think I should say," Janet replied, crossing
her legs and then crossing her arms over her chest.

      "I know that multiple exposures increases the effect," Sandy
said, "Do you want to try another sniff and see what happens?"

      "Oh yes!" Janet said immediately, then blushed again.  "If
it's safe, if you're sure."

      "Well," said Sandy, "the only effect I know about that's sort
of strange is that for some of the mice it really gets them turned
on.  Sexually, I mean."

      "What if it's having that effect on me?"  Janet asked,
leaning forward in her chair and uncrossing her arms.  "What would
you do?"

      "Probably take your clothes off and kiss your pretty body,"
Sandy replied, holding the vial out to her.  "All over."  Janet
blushed bright red, but took the vial.

      "Oh," she said.  She looked right at Sandy and pulled off the
stopper, inhaling deeply as she held the vial under her nose,
grimacing at the horrible smell.  Sandy triggered the Device's
automatic sequence, watching her body shiver slightly as she held
her breath.  He noticed his sister's hands brush across her own
breasts, stroking the nipples lightly as she watched the younger
girl getting more and more turned on, thinking it was the liquid.
Janet put the stopped back in and handed the bottle back to him.

      "I'm ready," she announced.  "Go ahead."

      Sandy handed the open vial and the stopper to his sister.  He
noticed that Sammy took a sniff before closing it.  Then he picked
up his knapsack.  He took Janet's hand and led her into the living
room.  She followed unresisting, looking a little dazed.  He put
the Device down on the coffee table and led Janet her to the center
of the room.  Then he stepped away from her.  Sammy had followed
behind, carrying the vial, and was standing in the doorway.  Sandy
knelt down in front of Janet and lifted her leg.  She shivered as
his hand touched her thigh, and he untied her sneaker, slipping it
off her foot.  Then he removed her sock, then took off her other
shoe and sock.

      Unzip your top," he said.  Janet looked a little frightened
and confused, and looked toward Samantha, who had followed them
into the room.  Samantha raised her eyebrows and shrugged.  Janet
looked back at Sandy and slowly undid the zipper on the front of
the sweatsuit.

      "I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, covering her bra
with her fingers.  "I've never done anything like this before!"

      "You're doing fine," Sandy said.  "Now take off the top and
throw it on the couch here."  Janet obeyed
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