Acquired Hypersexuality Syndrome - Sex Stories

Acquired Hypersexuality Syndrome

... treat!"

Needless to say, it was one heck of a sex party.

***

They recorded their observations, they were scientists after all. Everything was as Charles had promised. They could all fuck practically nonstop, men and women alike. They were easily aroused by the slightest hint (so much so that they had to devote a separate soundproof room to fucking, otherwise they could not get any work done). Sexual tension built up in an hour became almost unbearable in two hours, and almost painful in three hours, with the mind focused exclusively on sex.

Masturbation relieved it only briefly, only good strong penetration fuck with close body contact did it for good... for the next hour or two. Sleeping was easier, but they still had to wake up once a night for a quickie (in addition to the intense evening and morning sex).

They were afraid it would soon become too exhausting and tedious, but it just got more and more exciting and enjoyable.

Some of the lab members were married, engaged, or at least had boyfriends or girlfriends. It was a little awkward... but they decided together that what happened in the lab stayed in the lab, and stopped wearing anything under their lab coats.

They called it AHSS, Acquired Hypersexuality Syndrome. In everyday use, every one pronounced it "Aaahhss!" Dozens of times a day, to be exact.

***

They enjoyed it quietly (or sometimes not so quietly) for a month. Then one day, upon arrival at the lab, Selah went to Charles.

"Charly, ...

... my dear... What virus did you use to transport AHSS?"

He looked at her in surprise.

"One of our newer strains, T9Y-33. Why?"

She facepalmed.

"Charlie, you moron... How many times do I have to tell you not to stack one new project on top of another? T9Y-33 has failed its tests! It spontaneously regains virulence and does not self-destruct in time! T9Y-33, oh God..."

Suddenly the lab was silent, broken only by muffled groans from the sex room.

"Ouch. I'm sorry... But what damage has been done?"

"Charlie... How to say this... My boyfriend got AHSS. From me, I guess. And as it turns out, he wasn't completely exclusive, so now we have his three mistresses with AHSS as well. At least."

Charles frowned.

"Okay... We'll isolate the virus. We'll develop the counterstrain... It's easy! Selah, we'll fix it! Don't worry! Nothing will happen!"

She hugged him tightly.

"Charlie... It's too late. Consider the three-week incubation period and the high level of contagion. We have hundreds of infected people by now if not thousands."

They held each other for a while longer, trying to figure out what to do next.

Nick moved closer and patted his friend's shoulder.

"They'll probably lynch you, buddy. Or give you the Nobel Prize. Or both, in any order."

"Very funny, Nick..."

"Well, joking aside... I'd say we should cover our ass before we start working on the cure."

Since it was Charles' private project, it turned out to be foolishly easy to adjust ...