The Erotic Adventures of a Time Traveler Part III
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Chapter 12: The End, Not My Only Friend
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12: The End, Not My Only Friend - Read the exciting conclusion of this trilogy, where Linda, Babe and friends try to save the world from the confused and incompetent Sappers as he attempts to destroy the world!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Science Fiction Alternate History DoOver Far Past Post Apocalypse Time Travel Anal Sex Double Penetration Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting
Babe and Linda were married on the day the moon was supposed to blow up, at the very second. They had planned it that way.
It was a beautiful ceremony, but few saw it. I officiated, Stacy was Babe’s Maid, Holly was Linda’s Maid, and the other seven girls were witnesses.
And of course, it was a nude wedding. Nothing else was to be expected with this group!
Four months later, Stacy and I made it official and got married.
Some of the eight girls we rescued from the moon married each other. Some remained single.
But all of us, all 12 of us, remained together.
We bought a larger house and all lived together. Stacy and I continued running the sex shop, but we spent less and less time there. A couple of the moon girls helped us run the place.
Money, of course, was no issue at all. A lot of the money we got came from Sappers. Hey, he had no use for it 3.4 million years ago.
Sappers, of course, never returned.
One of the girls went on an expedition. Eight months later, she returned.
She found his fossilized remains. The device was still inside his derriere.
After that, none of us thought anything about him. We did pop back in time a little bit, cleaning up the location of his launch pad so it became a true nature preserve. To this day, the land is untouched but by the wilderness. It is truly a beautiful place.
Meanwhile, the island Babe, Stacy, and I used to get good cleaning until there was no trace of us. Like the land, it has become a nature preserve, largely forgotten, and a truly deserted island.
The love affair of Babe and Linda is one that I could write volumes about. Their love is the truest I have ever seen, overshadowing Stacy’s and mine like an asteroid overshadowed by the sun. And I do love Stacy so much.
But with this, we do share. Clothing is very optional, usually not worn at all. It is a ubiquitous sight to walk into a room and find a couple of girls pleasuring each other.
They are not planned, but an occasional orgy has been known to break out amongst the girls. It seems like every two months, the twelve of us partake in a weekend of passionate love making, partners trade freely, and orgasms abound.
It has been 24 years since the moon was supposed to blow up. It has not.
We are all still together. No one has appeared to have waged a day, even Babe, despite her grey streak.
I guess true love is the fountain of youth.