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\f0\fs22 \cf0 Title: Katie\'92s Tale\
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Codes: Mg, sci fi\
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This is erotic fiction for adults only, and only in locales where such fiction is legal.\
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N.B.: This is a complete reworking (and the completion) of an earlier story, \'93After the Revolution,\'94 that I abandoned as beyond hope.\
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Copyright 2017. Posted to ASSTR.ORG\
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By A.Muller (a pseudonym) \
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	Ain\'92t the modern world great?  Thanks to robotics, artificial intelligence, and other technologies, I can check out the cyborg sites from anywhere I happen to be, and -- bingo! -- have just about any desires satisfied in 24 hours or less. \
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	This time I've ordered a 15-year-old blonde cygirl modeled on teens from the countryside between State College and Pittsburgh in Pennsylvania, USA. That's the nice feature of Cyndy\'92s Cygirl of the Month Club:  You can choose not only age and looks, but also how she\'92ll act.  Want a Southern belle?  Order a cyborg from Cyndy whose accent and mannerisms, and knockout body, mimic a beautiful young woman from Savannah, Georgia, or maybe from Charleston, South Carolina. \
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	Want someone sassy? Order one of Cyndy\'92s New Yorker cygirls or, for a special treat, one seemingly from Montreal or Quebec City with an oo-la-la Frenchie accent.  The possibilities aren\'92t endless, but new locales are being added monthly. African, Asian, Eurasian, Icelandic, Argentine, slut, madonna, girl next door: the choice is yours. I like central Pennsylvania teenagers.  When I\'92ve traveled through the area, I\'92ve noticed that they aren\'92t slathered with makeup, and typically they are both friendly and polite.  A winning combination, in my opinion, and one that Cyndy\'92s cygirls imitate quite well.\
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	Other cygirl clubs are a bit less expensive, but you can't really predict what kind of behavior you'll get with one of their cygirls, and if at the end of the rental period she\'92s a bit tattered, they\'92ll bill you big time. I have no idea who Cyndy is -- probably some 70-year-old Chinese guy with an engineering degree from M.I.T. -- but Cyndy delivers what she promises, and she understand that if you\'92re having sex with a cygirl for 30 days straight, the cygirl might not look her best when returned.\
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	Damn, I wish the self-drive taxi would deliver my "package" soon.  I'm getting horny thinking about her. Oh well, she'll be here soon.  I\'92m expecting something really, really great this time.  Cyndy just released a new generation of cygirls.  They\'92re so advanced, they don\'92t have batteries.  Instead, they actually eat and drink, and get their energy from processing food \'96 \'93biologics\'94 in the cyborg world. \
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	Cyndy promised I\'92ll enjoy having meals with my cygirl.  Time will tell.  I\'92m skeptical. It\'92s gotta be cheaper to plug a cygirl into the wall socket than feed her hamburger. I\'92m already spending big bucks on the rental; I\'92m not thrilled about having to feed her, too.  But Cyndy\'92s updates have never failed to impress, so I\'92ll suspend judgment for now.\
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	Ah, I see the taxi pulling up.  Yep, here it is, and a bipedal delivery cyborg is almost instantly carrying a suitcase to my front door. But where\'92s the cygirl?  Then I see her as she smoothly opens the car door, steps onto the sidewalk, and walks sensually up the sidewalk.\
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	I open the door. \'93Please come in,\'94 I say to her, and to the delivery cyborg I say in a commanding voice, \'93Put the suitcase  down over by the couch.\'94\
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	\'93Of course,\'94 the delivery machine responds, its voice oddly human.  Who expects a walking forklift to speak like some Hollywood actor? It drops the suitcase by the couch and heads out the door to its niche at the taxi\'92s rear.  It climbs aboard and off goes the taxi, its pimping mission successful.\
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	A couple of years ago my new sex companion would have been delivered in a standard cygirl container: a coffin-sized box.  But this advanced model simply smiles at me and walks inside.\
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	She's damn near perfect: dirty blond hair, tits sized between B and C cups, light-pink skin with a few \'93pimples\'94 to look the part of a 15-year-old, a slender but not-too-slender booty, and a midriff with just a few ounces of \'93fat\'94 showing between the halter top and the cut-off jeans she wearing.\
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	She looks inquiringly at me, smiles and says, \'93I\'92m so-o-o-o glad to meet you,\'94 then leans forward to kiss me on the cheek. \'93What\'92s your name?\'94 she asks.  \
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	\'93Call me Mike,\'94 I reply.  \
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	\'93What\'92s my name?\'94 she asks.\
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	\'93Your name\'92s Katie.\'94\
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	She smiles again. \'93Katie\'92s a nice name, Mike. Thank you!\'94 She looks around, then tilts her head slightly and asks, \'93Where\'92s the bathroom? Absolutely gotta go after being cooped up in that taxi thing for hours.\'94  \
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	Of course!  Processing biologics leads to waste products.  I just hope she doesn\'92t fart, too!  Once Katie\'92s done in the bathroom she asks for some water. Geesh.  I\'92m really not sure getting rid of batteries was such a great idea. I wait a bit impatiently while this stunning young woman drinks some water.  I haven't been laid for four days, not since returning my last rental from Cyndy, and I wanna shoot my load.\
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	"Come on, Katie," I say, and point to the hallway leading to my bedroom. She smiles at me and starts walking down the hall.  \'93Wiggle your ass."  She wiggles it as she heads down the hall. It's sexy as hell, and my dick, already hard, gets hard as a rock.\
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	Let's face it, real live 15-year-old girls aren't exactly thrilled to be fucked by much older guys, especially given possibility of an STD, emphatic \'93eewwws\'94 from their peers, or even pregnancy. If I looked like a 17-year-old surfer dude with a six-pack belly and sun-kissed hair, I\'92d be outside scoping out the real babes.  But I\'92m well passed the six-pack stage, my hairline\'92s receding, and the first gray hairs are sprouting around my temples.  But Katie, being a cygirl, could care less.  She\'92ll sleep with me any time, day or night, till the rental period is up.\
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	I start by introducing Katie to the bedroom. \'93I love it!\'94 she exclaims, and sits on the bed, bouncing up and down as if a 6-year-old, and then pats an area right next to her. \'93Come here,\'94 she beckons, and curls her finger. I walk over to her; she motions for me to bend down.  \'93I\'92m going to tell you a secret,\'94 she says.  \'93I\'92m a virgin, but I don\'92t want to be.\'94\
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	She\'92s not lying about the virgin part.  Cyndy fits replacement cunts into all the returned cygirls, unlike some other vendors, before sprucing them up and renting them out again.  Cyndy\'92s girls all come with brand-new hymens, guaranteed. Of course, with her being a latest-generation model, it\'92s possible, even probable that Katie\'92s never been rented out before and actually is a virgin.\
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	I smile at Katie.  \'93I had heard you were a virgin. Can I see?\'94\
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	She frowns.  \'93I\'92m shy,\'94 she says. If she wants to play the coy maiden, all the better. \
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	\'93I\'92m shy too,\'94 I say, lying.  \'93How about if you take off a piece of my clothing, and let me take off one of yours?\'94\
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	\'93OK.\'94\
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\'93You first,\'94 I say.\
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	She smiles that melt-your-heart smile, her slightly pouty lips glossy with artificial saliva, and reaches around to untie her halter top.\
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	\'93No, no,\'94 I say. \'93I want you to take off something of mine.\'94\
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	She kneels on the floor and unties one of my shoes and starts pulling it off. I lean forward, reach around her, and untie her halter top. I gasp as her tits are revealed.  They are perfect, absolutely perfect, and at that moment I almost I lose it. I want to immediately pull off her cut-offs and cum in her then and there. Or that\'92s why my small head and throbbing testicles want.  My big head urges me to go slow and to savor the moment.  There\'92s plenty of time for wham bam, \'93Thank you, mam,\'94 fucking later today and for the rest of the month. \
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	I pull her up next to me on the bed, and we both lie back.  I kiss her gently on the cheek, then the lips.  She\'92s warm to the touch and her silicon flesh responds like real flesh. My left hand lightly caresses a breast and teases the nipple.  Katie has small areoles, and the one I\'92m playing with puckers up nicely as the nipple engorges and rises.  I give it a lick, and Katie moans.  I\'92m still dressed, except for one shoe, and my dick is straining to get out of my pants.\
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	\'93I need to get comfy, Katie. Why don\'92t you help me out of my clothes?\'94 \
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	\'93Glad to,\'94 she says.  \
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	I stand up and play with her tits as she starts undressing me.  She playfully bats my hands away, but I return them to her tits.  \'93Men!\'94 she says.\
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	When she\'92s almost done, I knell and pull her cut-offs down; she steps out of them, grinning and giggling. She\'92s not wearing any panties, and I see a glint of moisture seeping out of her cunt.  Her mons has a shaven look, though of course no hair ever actually grows on a cygirl\'92s mons. Apparently Cyndy had gone to the trouble of implanting razor stubble, to give this cygirl an authentic vulva!\
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	I pull back the bedspread, then sit down while guiding Katie to follow suit.  Picking up a brush and comb from the nightstand, I comb her hair from behind, then brush it.  It falls about four inches down her back.  "Turn around," I say, and she turns on the bed to face me. I start to brush her hair in front, but she gently stops me.  \
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	\'93I want you to make love to me,\'94 she says. \'93Please.  I\'92ve never been with a man before, and I feel this incredible itch to get laid.  Really I do. I\'92m not making this up.\'94\
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	I\'92ve heard lots of cygirl patter before, but this is different, as if Katie really means it, really feels it.  Usually cygirls talk like telemarketers reading from a script, but Katie\'92s plea sounds like it\'92s from the heart, if only she had one.\
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	The time has arrived.  I'm determined to go slow, despite my almost painful erection.  What I really want to do is cum, and quickly, but I want Katie\'92s first time to be wonderful, even though she is a cygirl, even though she might not really be a virgin. A newly replaced silicon vagina doesn\'92t make a virgin out of pro, after all.  Now here\'92s a question for you:  If Cyndy erases a cygirl\'92s memory before renting her out again, does that make her a virgin?  I don\'92t know the answer, and my little head doesn\'92t care. It is screaming at me: Do it! Do it! Do it!\
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	So I proceed.  Putting the comb and brush aside, I again lay her back on the bed and lie at her side.  I kiss her softly, and then deeply, and she responds, moaning for all the world like a human teen-ager. She breaks for air and gasps softly. \'93I love you,\'94 she says, and grabs my head and pulls me to her mouth again.\
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	She loves me?  That\'92s a first for a cygirl. \'93You love me?\'94 I ask softly. \'93That\'92s nice, Katie.\'94\
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	\'93Ooops,\'94 she replies, and giggles. \'93I\'92m not supposed to say that.  Sorry.\'94\
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	\'93Don\'92t be sorry. It\'92s nice to be loved, all the more so when it is totally unexpected.\'94  She smiles and kisses me again.\
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	Another first is that I hear nothing mechanical from inside Katie, nothing whatsoever. After more deep french kisses, I move my mouth to her nipples.  After a few minutes of playing with them, teasing them, licking them, sucking then, v-e-r-y gently chewing them between my teeth, I playfully press a nipple to my right ear. I distinctly hear the sound of a heart beat.  A heart beat?  That too is new. Cyndy is getting very creative, or something very odd is going on.\
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	Time for an experiment.  I gently pucker some skin at the side of one breast, then pinch hard.  \'93Ouch!\'94 Katie cries. \'93Why\'92d you do that?  I have feelings, you know!\'94  \
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	\'93Heat of the moment,\'94 I reply, and kiss her where I pinched.  \
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	I\'92m going to have to be very careful with Katie; she\'92s more like a real girl than some real girls I\'92ve known.  She\'92s almost too real to be real, but she\'92s in bed with me and I\'92m about to pop her cherry, so what\'92s wrong with me?  That\'92s my little head talking to me, and I listen to it. My hand moves lower and grazes her mons, then gently strokes the inside of her thighs, top to bottom, then bottom to top, just barely touching the slit to heaven on the upstroke.\
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	Shifting downward on the bed, I open her legs and settle myself between them.  I start kissing her thighs at the knees, then gently make my way upward.  Slowly, carefully, the target comes into view.  Her labia are slightly swollen and a dab of the white cream of girly anticipation has formed at the bottom of her slit.\
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	I shift my hands off her thighs and onto her cute, almost perfectly flat belly, and drift them upward to the base of her tits, my fingers swirling as I go. My tongue, meanwhile, circles the target, then dips low and starts spreading her cunt lip.  Gawd, she tastes wonderful, heavenly, as if the nectar of a dozen virgins has been concentrated at the opening to her vagina.  My tongue digs in, poking, prodding, circling, lapping. Katie\'92s moaning, her hips rising off the sheets in a dance of desperation as my tongue and lips find her swollen clitoris.\
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	\'93Shit, shit, shit!\'94 she mews softly, her hips pressing her sex against my mouth as my busy hands play with her nipples.  I pull my hands down to her mons and spread her lips apart.  Her clit is standing quite proud now, nature\'92s own ecstacy button, or rather Cyndy\'92s version of it, ready to be pushed.  I nibble it every so gently between my lips, brushing it with the tip of my tongue.  \
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	Katie explodes.  \'93Awwww awwww awwww!\'94 She bucks, her tummy and hips jerking repeatedly, a red flush visible in the bedroom\'92s soft lighting.  Then suddenly it is over. She pushes my head and hands away.  \'93I need a break, lover,\'94 she says, and pulls me up the bed. We cuddle for a few minutes, then her hand moves down to my groin and begins to toy with my parts.  My balls already ache, and my dick almost instantly regains its former iron hardness.  She bends down and begins licking my shaft and balls, and gently takes my little head into her mouth, swirling her tongue and sucking.\
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	\'93Be gentle with me,\'94 Katie says as she climbs up and sits on my thighs cowgirl style.  I don\'92t need to be asked twice.  I reach for her shoulders and pull her forward a bit.  My penis finds her cleft, and Katie reaches down and puts it at the entrance to nirvana. She lowers herself slowly, slowly.  My shaft bends a bit, and I reach down and pull my foreskin up, so it covers my little head, and reposition myself at the entrance.  There\'92s no friction now, just my penis riding smoothly inside my foreskin as it pushes aside Katie\'92s vaginal walls.  Pressure builds as my head passes the ring of artifical muscle guarding her entrance and then -- suddenly -- I\'92m past her hymen and into the inner recesses of her cunt. \
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	A lot of guys would have devoted minutes to opening Katie\'92s cunt with their fingers, maybe even probing it with a dildo to stretch it out.  Not being circumcised has definite advantages.  I've learned that by pulling my foreskin over the head of my dick, I can slide my dick into any cunt, no matter how tight the opening.  Thanks to pre-cum, my foreskin acts like a super-lubricated launch tube. \
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	Now that I\'92m inside, the feeling is intense, and I pause and ask Katie to be still.  Her muscles, or whatever cygirls have, sqeeze me rhythmically, as if out of her control. After 30 seconds or a minute, but what seems like an eternity, I start gently pushing, humping, thrusting lightly.  She humps back softly, as if she\'92s worried about breaking me.\
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	I have to cum.  I simply have to cum.  I can hold back no longer, and I\'92m horny as I\'92ve ever been.  I roll Katie onto her back and begin thrusting away. My humping is vigorous and quickly reaches a crescendo as I explode into her, spewing cum deep into the recesses of her sex.  My prick, for that\'92s what it is, having pricked its way past Katie\'92s maidenhead, softens slightly, but we remain coupled.\
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	\'93That was nice, my sexy lover,\'94 Katie says, and kisses me on the nose and cheeks, and then straight on the lips, her tongue swirling in my mouth.  \'93Will you fuck me again soon?\'94\
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	\'93Absolutely!\'94 I say, \'93But first, how about something to eat? And I don\'92t mean sexual organs.\'94  \
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	She wiggles her hips, grins, and asks, \'93So I\'92m not good enough to fuck twice in a row?\'94\
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	I feel my balls and dick responding, and so I answer her with a thrust, and then we\'92re fucking again, like two wanton dogs by the side of a road, thrusting and fucking and not giving a shit about anything else. I\'92m sweating heavily by the time I climax again, and Katie\'92s hair is a mess, and the bedding is a jumble. As we pull apart, semen leaks out of Katie and soaks the sheet.\
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	That\'92s pretty much the story of the following 30 days.  I fuck Katie often, kiss her and play with her tits.  She fucks me, sucks me, blesses me with a few incredible rim jobs in the process.  You name a position and we try it. Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl \'85 and on and on, until we work our way through the Kama Sutra.  I am fucked dry.  The last few days, when I cum, not much shoots out of my pecker into her cunt or mouth.  My balls are empty, even a bit sore, but my mind is filled with glorious memories.\
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	The rental period is up, and when it\'92s time, another auto-cab appears, with another delivery cyborg to carry Katie\'92s stuff to the taxi.  I\'92d bought her a few outfits when we went out to dinner, so there are two -- no, make that three -- suitcases for it to carry outside.  \
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	Yep, I took Katie to fine restaurants.  What guy wouldn\'92t want to be seen with a girl like Katie? I always make sure to pat her ass and kiss her when we\'92re in public, just to enrage the Puritans.  Once a cop even interrupts us, thinking he\'92s caught a pedophile.  If I\'92m not mistaken, his dick is hard when he walks away.  He\'92d asked me how to contact Cyndy. No doubt he is dreaming of hiring Katie for himself!\
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	A few minutes after seeing Katie disappear in the auto-cab I get a call from one of Cyndy\'92s employees.\
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	\'93Is this Mike?\'94\
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	\'93Sure is!\'94\
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	\'93I\'92m Michaela from Cyndy\'92s Cygirl of the Month Club.  We are so-o-o sorry about the mix-up!\'94\
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	\'93Huh?\'94  (Sometimes, words fail me.)\
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	\'93Didn\'92t you order a cygirl last month?\'94\
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	\'93Yep.\'94\
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	\'93Well, something really odd happened to our systems, and we just discovered that we never dispatched your cygirl.\'94  Michaela paused.  \'93You\'92ve been such a great customer the last few years, we don\'92t want to lose your business.  So Cyndy personally authorized that we send you not one but two cygirls for free for a whole month.  OK if we send them along now? They\'92d arrive tomorrow about noon.\'94\
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	It\'92s a great offer, but I can\'92t accept it. I\'92m fucked -- fucked out, that is.  My balls are drained and need a respite.  Besides, and this is the important point, eventually the mix-up will surely be straightened out, and Cyndy would be personally pissed at me, seeing as how I\'92d been fucking his Katie for a month. \
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	\'93Uh, that\'92s a great offer,\'94 I say, \'93but you did send a cygirl last month.  Matter of fact, she left my house in the auto-taxi you sent about an hour ago.\'94\
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	\'93We didn\'92t send you a cygirl last month,\'94 Michaela says emphatically, \'93and we don\'92t do this week\'92s pickups until tomorrow.  I don\'92t know what\'92s going on, Mike, but trust me, whoever was at your house wasn\'92t one of Cyndy\'92s cygirls.\'94\
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	\'93Are you sure?  What if \'85.\'94\
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	She interrupts me.  \'93100 percent sure, Mike.  You think we just let our cygirls wander around the world?  They\'92re money machines, and Cyndy keeps a tight rein on \'92em.\'94\
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	\'93OK, I believe you.  But I\'92m kind of drained after all the, uh, activity for the past month.  Can I get a rain check on the twins?\'94\
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	\'93The twins? Oh, you mean the twofers. How about if I send them over the first of next week?  That\'92ll give you time to recover.\'94\
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	\'93Works for me.\'94 \
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	\'93Done,\'94 Michaela says, and hangs up.  \
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	What the hell is going on?  Damned if I know, and I decide I don\'92t care. I got to enjoy a great cygirl for a month, and since I don\'92t owe Cyndy for the rental, I\'92m even-steven considering all the dinners and outfits I bought Katie.\
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	It\'92s been eight months since my fuckfest with Katie. As beautiful and young and flexible and enjoyable and imaginative and desirable as she was, she\'92s now ancient history, and my mental images of her are starting to dim.  I\'92m lying on my couch, getting a deep-tissue massage from my latest rental from Cyndy\'92s Cygirl of the Month Club when the security system chimes and throws images of my walkway on the nearest wall.  \
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	What the \'85 ?  Walking up the walkway, or rather, kind of waddling up the walkway is a very pregnant-looking Katie. She comes to the door and whispers, \'93Let me in, Mike.\'94  The security system amplifies the whisper and it echoes through the house.\
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	\'93Door, open,\'94 I command, and the door swings open, and Katie walks into the vestibule and into the living room.  She\'92s looking at me and the nude cygirl straddling my back and still massaging away.\
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	Katie laughs. \'93Glad to see you still got it, Mike.\'94\
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	I start to say something, but Katie leans down and kisses me.  \'93Shussh,\'94 she says.  \'93Let me explain.\'94\
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	Katie sits down on the edge of the couch, and starts playing with my hair as tells her tale. \'93When you lived on the other side of town in that apartment complex, one of the neighbors living behind you had a 6-year-old, very shy daughter who had a major crush on the backyard neighbor, especially when he took off his shirt and went a few rounds with the punching bag under an overhang. You probably never even saw that little girl, as she hid inside and stared and stared at the hunk in the other set of apartments.\
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	\'93That little girl was me, duh, and I\'92ve never, ever, ever gotten over that crush on the love of my life. One day when you were out I peeked in your mailbox, and I nearly peed in my pants when I finally knew your name. I was especially excited to see a \'91Dear Customer\'92 flyer from Cyndy\'92s Cygirls in your mail, as my mom is a freelance programmer and occasionally works for Cyndy\'92s company.\
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	\'93Occasionally my mom leaves the house while her laptop is connected to Cyndy\'92s servers, and earlier this year one thing led to another, and I caused a slight glitch that screwed up your cygirl order, and you know the rest.\
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	\'93School was out for the summer, my parents were going on a month-long tour of Asia, and I talked them in to letting me stay by myself. You\'92d think they\'92d know better than to trust a teenage daughter, but parents can be silly!\'94\
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	I\'92m smiling as Katie tells her story. \'93Are you really pregnant?\'94\
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	\'93Of course I am,\'94 she says.  \'93Don\'92t ask how, but I got ahold of a fertility drug before I starting fucking you. I wanted to make good and sure you knocked me up.  And boy did you knock me up.  I\'92m carrying triplets.\'94\
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	I\'92m struggling to sit up, as Cyndy\'92s cygirl is still straddling me and still massaging my back. Half of me is pissed at the deception, half is worried about how much this is going to cost me, half is worried about going to jail for the rest of my life on a child-rape conviction and half of me is proud of my little spermy guys for doing their job so well.  That\'92s too many halves, but you get the idea.\
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	Katie giggles at my struggles.  \'93Don\'92t worry about me and your kids.  We\'92ll be fine.  My parents finally calmed down and are cool with the situation, and I\'92m going to a magnet school for pregos.\'94  She leans down, a conspiratorial smile on her face, and whispers: \'93Wanna fuck a preggy bitch for old time\'92s sake?\'94\
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	\'93Get lost for a few hours,\'94 I say to Cyndy\'92s latest rental, and I grab the back of Katie\'92s head and pull her close for a nice french kiss. It\'92s not easy, what with the massive baby bump getting in the way, but we manage.  And then we head to the bedroom.\
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	FINI\
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Any comments?  Email me at: Angler77@Safe-mail.net\
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