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From: Charles <dkj@boflex.com>
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Subject: Treasure Hunt[Lust,Imorality,Sex,Wanton Pleasure, Fucking, Sucking,and Fun held by all concious]
Date: Fri, 01 Jul 2005 21:34:36 -0500
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This is adult reading. Be an adult and read it.
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On a summer day in the near future: (Sexual Science Fiction)
"Hey, Jeromie, You aren't going to believe this."
"What man, I'm trying to concentrate on this game."
" Well, O.K. if you don't want to go out and shoot some ass and do whatever you want to its owner, keep playing, otherwise, turn around and listen."
"Hunh?'
" I just read this article in Time Review that says some nutcake stole the pass key to the plant over the week-end went back in time and killed the inventor of gunpowder."
"So?"
"So, that means no ammo for guns. They're still using pitchforks and spears hunh?"
"Yeah, I guess, what are you talking about? Let's see that."
"It also has a footnote that a chemical has been developed by the U.N. in 1900 that puts anything to sleep by weight."
Jer's eyes grew wide with that statement because his digitally slow brain gradually became overloaded with mental pictures of children his age running around in their all together being shot by hunters with blowdarts from high powered rifles.
"Can we take a weapon which shoots darts back and hunt?"
"Hunt what?," the devil in his friend's body begged a response.
"Boys, girls, anything human with a butt..I wanna feel that flesh on my dick."
"Yeah, I guess. But you got to have a key."
"Yeah, shucks, I had hoped to be able to get my dream come true."
Jerome's friend Damien held up a blue card with his last name and guest written on the second line with a space to fill any name in the space that followed.
Again the younger boy's eyes lighted up and he followed the big 'D' out of the room like a puppy.
They dressed to kill and with a back pack and a travel brochure each they left the terminal to stand in line. They each carried container that looked like a map holder. A map, one would suppose, could be rolled up and as long as no one actually asked an owner to open the tube no one would know.
The barrels were, of course, made of plastic. The other peices of the 'blowgun' weapons were in each lad's bag.
The boys were old enough to time travel alone. Parents had no idea what they had in mind. Most kids would be happy to travel back and view the signing of the Declaration of Independence or the landing on the beach at Normandy..in a safety bubble of course.
These boys weren't going to need a safety bubble, a map tube wasn't a threat where they were going.
When the machine stopped whirring, they were set down in a field where a bunch of kids were playing.
"This is the plan, walk up to them shielded, unshield, shoot at close range, re shield and wait. If no one comes looking for them, unshield, strip and fuck them or whatever, redress them, shield and leave. Simple."
"Sounds like a cool idea." Jerome said.
It was like hunting on Safari, but instead of Rhino, or Lion, they hunted classmate.
The kids never knew what happened. Most of them had orgasms..and when they woke up from their nap, they simply scratched their heads and continued to play with their friends.
The boys did this for six hours, shielded and set up camp in a bubble.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to fuck one of the girls and will have a son in the twentieth century."
"Cool, that means when you are born your 'son'will be seventy-five."
"Do you realize what will happen if they conduct a DNA test on you after he is born?"
Yeah, our DNA will match and scientists will be baffled.
"However, I doubt anyone will do a DNA test on her son when he's born. Look at the year."
The time clock in the console said 1916"Let's hope so, because that will mess up our lives for sure."
"Well good-night."
"Good night Damien...thanks."
"Yeah, don't mention it."
Something happened that night, about three a.m. in the morning, three kids wearing swimsuits were in their puptent and were feeling them up.
"Hey, how did you get here?"
"Not to worry man, you left a peice of paper back in the future and we read it."
"Oh I see, what gives."
"Well, no one knows you're here right?"
'Right."
"Except us. Now we're going to fuck you in the ass while you lay perfectly still."
"Gee, thanks."
"Hey, Jeromie, these guys are going to fuck us in the ass."
"Wow, cool. Hey be gentle O.K."
"No problem, now relax and enjoy."
What the youngster failed to mention was that he was HIV positive. He was born HIV positive and gave Damien AIDS.
The next morning when Damien fucked his sleeping chick in the cunt, he gave her AIDS.. and with that, upset the entire civilization of Poland.
The Germans never fought World War II because all the soldiers had AIDS.
The young girl that Damien fucked turned out to be a prostitute when she got older. She passed AIDS on to the first soldier that fucked her Polish ass in real time..and that's the rest of the story
Wouldn't have done any good. No one had gunpowder anyway.