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Extract from "Project DP"

If what his father was describing was accurate, these women and their lustful bodies
would need to be tamed and controlled by increasingly powerful men who could satisfy their
  out-of-control sexual needs. More and more women would demand a hard fucking in both
their ass and cunt at the same time, double penetration, in order to remain satisfied and
content.  Hopefully,  most of them  would still retain their essential feminine nature of
remaining loyal and devoted to one man. Even the chemicals in the water would probably not
remove that genetic predisposition from their cells.  It was genetically programmed into
the female brain to stay  with one man, although even that innate characteristic of women
was increasingly in peril. 

Three out of four marriages ended in divorce.  It was becoming far more difficult for the
average man to even hold on to a woman for a few years without her looking elsewhere.  By
insuring a reliable source of DP, these "chemically crazed mutants" as his
father called them, would remain   quiet and passive, happily fulfilled with all their
holes tightly plugged and pounded. Without access to    an easy, quick   source of double
hole pounding at home,  he wondered what lengths these hypersexed  women might go to get
it.  Perhaps they would form roving bands to kidnap and gang rape men`s cocks, stuffing
even limp dicks  up every orifice of their bodies as they grunted and groaned in unison.
Maybe  they would commit lust murders, killing men to obtain  sexual release.   

Robert`s father knew that people would laugh at him - at first.  Weren`t all great
thinkers ridiculed and harassed in the early stages of their work, only to be revered as
heroes after death?  Every time he saw a  Sybian pussy machine, or even a little  mini 
vibrator, he knew that the male cock was in danger, with all the resulting social/marital
problems that entailed.  He  would be  doing a  humanitarian service to society if he
could solve this looming crisis. He also  knew that if he succeeded with his ambitious
project, he and all his heirs would become very wealthy.  The money angle alone was
motivation enough to try it. He could leave his son and loving wife a huge estate, a
fantastic legacy.  

"An amoeba man.   This is what we need in today`s world.   I shall call my research
`Project Amoeba Man.`   No, that sounds a bit  B-movie-ish.  How about PROJECT DP?   Yes,
this is what I shall call  my life`s mission.  PROJECT DP."

Extract from "Cum To The Canyon"

"Get yo sweet ass outta that car."

She wanted to scream but her voice was silenced. She had no choice but to do as the
beautiful young stranger commanded. And he was fuckin beautiful, about the most beautiful
guy she`d ever seen in her life. What the hell would a guy like that be doing out here? He
should be in Hollywood making movies, not stumbling around in a dark canyon. She decided
that if she died tonight, it would be okay.
She`d go out with a smile on her face. Somehow, she already knew what Mr. Pretty Hippie
was gonna do to her. Her mind was receiving telepathic mental impressions from him of the
entire attack. Yes, attack. He was here, on this sultry canyon road, to sexually attack
and assault her. She could see the entire excruciating event reeling out like a bad biker
flick, just like the ones she thought were so effin great. Via the mental contact
happening between her and this ghost or whatever he was, her soul recognized that he was
her karmic punishment for spending so many years fantasizing and obsessing about this type
of scenario....