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Subject: {ASSM} Weirder Science Byte 2
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Parts 1, 2, and 4 (apparently by a different author) appeared on Usenet
many years ago.  If anyone has other parts (especially Part 3), please
post them. 



			       WEIRDER SCIENCE


				 BYTE TWO

	Gary turned toward the sound of a door opening.  He wasn't quite 
sure where he was or how he had got here.  The last thing he remembered 
was being in Wyatt's room and...  Suddenly it all came rushing back.
	Lisa.
	The door finished opening just as Gary's mind finished 
recollecting itself.  Gina Lancaster stood there her big brown eyes 
looking right at him.
	"Uh, hi, Gina..." he croaked, taking a step back, preparing to 
bolt the instant she started demanding he explain what he thought he was 
doing daring to come to her house.
	Instead Gina's pretty face broke into a delighted smile and she 
grabbed him, faster then he could withdraw, and yanked him inside the 
house, slamming the door closed behind him.
	"Gary!" she squealed in delight.  "Gary thank god you're here!  I 
wanted you so much...  I needed you soooo much...."
	"You did?" he squeaked.
	"Uh huh," replied the girl, confirming the sentiment by pressing 
her nubile teenage body against his gawky frame and licking hotly at his 
ear.  "So, so much..."
	"Well," said Gary, lust starting to overcome his initial fear, "I 
guess we could..."
	Before he could finish the thought, Gina was dragging him up the 
stairs to her bedroom.  "Mom!  Dad!  Gary and I are going up to my room 
to fuck!"
	"Have a nice time, dear," replied Mr. Lancaster from behind the 
evening paper.
	Gary had time enough to glance down the stairs in disbelief before 
being pitched through the door of Gina's room, where he landed with a 
bounce on the bed.
	He shook his head clear and looked up to see Gina slinking toward 
him.  The girl already had her blouse and bra off and her jeans were 
sliding down her legs as she closed in on him.
	Gary's mouth opened at the sight of Gina's smooth, flesh, her full
promising breasts, her flat athlete's belly and, finally, the dewy hairs 
of her public mound.
	"Wow," he managed at length.
	Then she was on him, tearing at his clothes, her lips pecking and 
darting about his bared flesh, until finally they closed about his 
throbbing cockhead.
	"Oh, man," moaned Gary in pure delight as Gina Lancaster, babe of 
his dreams, sucked him off.
	Gina took the head into her mouth and rolled it around with her 
tongue, then lifted her mouth from the knob and began licking the shaft 
of his prick.  She lapped it with long, languorous strokes, working her 
way down to his balls.
	With a deep sob of lust, Gina covered the head of Gary's cock with 
her full, sensuous lips again, sealing them around the stiff shaft.  She 
sucked with long, greedy gulps of her mouth and throat, taking his long 
prick right down to the balls with each downward plunge of her head.
	"Oh, Jesus!" Gary whimpered.  "That feels so damned good!  I...
ooohhhh...  uuuuuhhhhh..."
	The girl lifted her head, ovaled her mouth, and hovered over the 
knob at the end of his cock.  She held the shaft upright with one hand 
and licked it slowly and lovingly.
	"I want it!" Gina said.  She scrambled over Gary's loins, held his 
prick in one hand to guide it, and lowered her cunt.  She sighed deeply 
as the knob cleaved her cunt lips and slipped inside.
	"All right!" shouted Gary, his cock tightly sheathed in her 
clasping cunt.  At last!  After years of wanting a pussy around his 
cock, he was getting laid!  And not just getting laid: he was screwing 
Gina Lancaster!
	Gina's ass started humping up and down and all Gary could do was 
lie back and let her fuck him.  The way she was going at it was making 
his head swim.  In only seconds, Gina seemed to come apart at the seams.  
She threw her head back and arched her body.  She let out shrieks of 
joy, screaming and spasming so hard Gary thought she'd break his prick 
off at the root.
	"Fuck me!" Gina yelled.  "Fuck me!"
	"You're the one doing the fucking," Gary gasped, his cock 
quivering with pleasure.  "I'm just along for the ride!"
	Gina rode Gary hard, sliding her succulent snatch up and down the 
stiff pole of his cock, making him groan with delight.  Her juice 
sluiced out and ran along his stem to trickle onto his balls.  Her pussy 
was clasping and sucking at his stiff ramrod as she heaved her ass up 
and down.  The inside of her cunt felt like molten fire burning 
deliciously around his prick.
	Gina started grunting and gasping, fucking him harder.  He could 
feel the knob of his cock bumping against the mouth of her womb.
	"Oh, God!" Gary moaned, sucking in a deep breath.  "I'm cumming 
baby!  I'm cumming!"
	Gina lifted her ass high and let it fall, over and over, impaling 
herself, fucking him furiously.  The muscles in his buttocks knotted and 
he felt his balls heavy with boiling cum.  For several fantastic 
moments, he felt suspended between life and  the eternal ever-after, 
then his cock exploded and went off.
	Gina wailed louder as she felt Gary's cum firing against her womb 
at point-blank range, filling the deep tunnel of her hungry cunt.  Her 
pussy pulsed and throbbed with pleasure, sucking it dry.
	Gary felt totally drained.  His body went totally slack and limp 
beneath the bucking teenage girl.  He had never felt so completely, 
wonderfully exhausted in his life.
	The moment she felt his cock begin to shrivel inside her, Gina 
pulled clear of him and scrambled around, sucking his cock into her 
mouth to clean it.  She held her lips tightly around the shaft and 
pulled her head back, letting his prick
pop from her mouth.
	"God, I love cum!" the teenager sighed.  "New or used, it doesn't 
matter."
	Gary didn't bother to answer.  He just laid there, an idiotic grin 
spreading over his face as Gina Lancaster, captain of the girl's 
gymnastic team and the prettiest girl in school, continued to suck and 
lick on his cock, trying to restore it
to life again.
	Good luck, he thought.  That little tadpole's done about as much 
for tonight as it's going to do.
	"Gina, dear," came a feminine voice from outside the closed 
bedroom
door.  "Are you in there?"
 	"Gwawk," said Gary.  He sat up quickly, a cold bolt of fear 
surging down his spine, and tried to push Gina away from her cock-
sucking.  "Gina!" he whispered urgently.  "Your mom!"
	The door opened and Gary froze stiff as Gina's mother stepped into 
the room and saw him, laying naked on the bed, his cock in the mouth of 
her equally naked daughter.
	The words, "Mrs. Lancaster, I can explain..." came automatically, 
and foolishly, out of his mouth before his brain realized what his eyes 
already knew.
	Mrs. Lancaster was naked.  She peered down at him form the 
doorway, a gorgeous, older version of her daughter and smiled a very 
hungry, lusting smile.
	"Hello, Gary," she said, her eyes flashing.  "Ready to see what a 
real woman can do for you?"
	"Gwawk," said Gary again.

				*	*	*

	Chet Donnally kicked open the door with one booted foot and strode 
into the room, he stopped dead in his tracks, the expression on his 
loutish face shifting in an instant from surprise to lust.
	"Well, hi de ho ho," he said, grinning like an idiot.  "What have 
we here."  He marched over to the bed and grabbed his younger brother by 
the hair yanking him out of Lisa and off the bed.  He discarded Wyatt on 
the floor and let his lusting eyes settle on Lisa.
	Much to Wyatt's chagrin, the gorgeous girl on the bed smiled 
temptingly at Chet and spread her legs a little wider, offering him an 
unobstructed view of her pussy.
	"See anything you like?" she asked her voice a seductive purr.
	"Well, ain't you a hot cunt," snorted Chet.
	"Only one way to find out," replied Lisa with an inviting smile.
	"Yeah, I'll bet you could use a real man between those legs of 
yours," he bragged.  Still grinning moronically, Chet started to fumble 
with his belt.  As he dropped his pants, he noticed Wyatt sprawled on 
the floor.  "Why don't you fuck off dick-head," he snapped.
	"No," said Lisa.  "Let Wyatt stay and see how a 'real man' handles 
a 'hot cunt' like me."  She smiled irresistibly.
	"Yeah," agreed Chet quickly.  "Why the fuck not?"  He yanked down 
his boxers, letting his rigid pole spring free.  "Pay attention, dick-
weed, maybe you'll learn something."  Chet scrambled onto the bed and 
positioned himself between Lisa's widely spread thighs.  "Get ready for 
a pork sausage injection, bitch, here I come."
	He positioned his cockhead at the mouth of Lisa's cunt and then 
slammed it home in one violent thrust.  As the beautiful girl let out a 
wild squeal at the sudden filling of her cunt, Chet reached out and 
grabbed on to her big tits, mauling them roughly.
	"How's that, baby!" grunted Chet, as he pulled back and thrust 
himself into her again.
	Wyatt felt his face growing red with anger and embarrassment as 
Lisa grunted and mewled her pleasure under his brother's rough fucking.  
Damnit, she was supposed to be his dream girl, not Chet's.  How come 
Chet always seemed to win out?
	Chet was pounding his meat into a responsive Lisa when suddenly he
slowed his thrusting, and started to sniff the air.
	"Say, you smell something burning?" he asked.
	"Not really," answered Lisa with a sly smile.  "Just your pork 
sausage cooking in my hot cunt."
	Chet looked stupidly at the beautiful girl for a long moment.  
Then, suddenly, he felt it.  A terrible, excruciating, burning sensation 
in his cockshaft.
	With a frantic yell he yanked his dick out of Lisa, the force of 
the motionsending him toppling backwards off the bed.  As he hit the 
floor, Chet saw his cock shriveling and blackening between his legs, 
like a burning match.  He screamed again and jumped to his feet, his 
hands swatting at his crotch, trying to extinguish the invisible fire 
that was consuming his manhood.
	Wyatt watched, fascinated, as his brutal, punishing, domineering, 
thug of an elder brother leapt around, screaming for the salvation of 
his rapidly withering prick, and smiled.
	"Something wrong, Chet?" he asked, trying not to laugh.
	"Course there's something wrong, you dick-weed!" he screamed, 
still leaping madly about the room.  "It's burning up!  Oh God!  She 
done burned it up!  Help me!  Wyatt, you gotta help me!"
	Chet's pleading suddenly made Wyatt feel guilt that he was 
enjoying his brother's painful situation so much.  Admittedly Chet 
wasn't much of a brother, hell -most of the time he was barely even 
human, but Wyatt guessed that he did owe him some kind of family loyalty 
or something.  He looked over at Lisa.  The girl was sitting on the bed, 
a cat-like smile of satisfaction on her gorgeous face, watching Chet's 
torment.
	"Lisa," said Wyatt, "maybe you should help him."
	Lisa looked over at Wyatt, an obvious expression of disappointment
playing across her features.  She shrugged and snapped her fingers.
	Immediately Chet stopped leaping around, his back toward Wyatt.  
He started to straighten up, then looked down at his crotch and let out 
another scream.
	"Where are they!?!" he bellowed, spinning around toward Wyatt and 
Lisa.
	There was nothing between Chet's legs.  His cock and balls had
vanished, leaving a smooth, bald patch.  Wyatt's mouth fell open at the 
sight.
	With a wicked smile, Lisa pointed toward the corner of the room.  
Chet let out yet another scream as he saw the block of ice that hadn't 
been there a second before, sitting on Wyatt's desk.  Plainly visible 
through the clear ice, was Chet's missing equipment.
	"Put them back!" he shouted.  "Put 'em back where they belong!"
	"They look just fine where they are to me," said Lisa, settling 
back onto the bed.
	"You bitch!" Chet bellowed, spinning around toward the girl.  "You 
fuckin' bitch!  You can't do this to me!  I'll smash your fuckin' face 
in!  You put them back or I'll bust you up so fucking bad people'll 
throw up when they see your ugly puss!"  He started advancing menacingly 
toward Lisa.
	Knowing just what his brother was capable of, Wyatt sprang up to 
Lisa's
defense, stepping between Chet and the girl on the bed.
 	"Say, Chet, look..." he said, trying to block Chet's advance.  
"I'm sure that Lisa will put everything back where it belongs.  There's 
no need for..."
	Chet slammed his elbow into Wyatt's stomach and sent the teenager
wheezing to the floor.
	"You're fuckin' right she's gonna fix it!" he snarled.
	Lisa hadn't moved a muscle.  She had been watching Chet's enraged
advance with something like amusement, but his assault on Wyatt had 
caused her eyes to flash dangerously.
 	"Chet," she said coldly, "why don't you just go to hell."
	For one brief instant, Chet stopped dead in his tracks, then he
disappeared in a puff of smoke.
	Still green with pain, Wyatt dragged himself up off the floor.  
"Where'd Chet go?" he gasped.
	"Just where I suggested," Lisa replied with a wicked grin.  She 
gave Wyatt a thumbs up sign, slowly rotating it until it pointed 
straight down at the floor.


			       END BYTE TWO

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