Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 41: House Plans
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 41: House Plans - Steampunk is a stand alone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first Meeting An Alien story is almost grown up. Bill, at loose ends, arrives on Earth-19 where many dangers, challenges and needy damsels await him. It is a separate story with all new characters and a places; i.e. it is a vastly different world with a an Old-West feel. Think mid-19th century; Steam power, percussion cap weapons and duals to the death.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Ma Fa mt ft Coercion Consensual Romantic Farming Restart Steampunk Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Post Apocalypse Time Travel Paranormal Magic Spanking Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Smoking
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Amiyah stopped at the top of the stairs, and she caught me looking up her skirt and smiled.
“It’s certainly warm up here.”
I smiled and said, “Probably because the windows are closed.”
She said, “That’s likely. May I take off my coat? It’s rather hot.’
I said, “Be my guest.”
She undid the buttons and opened it. She was wearing a sheer blouse underneath it. I immediately detected one of Bill’s modifications. Amiyah has vivid pink areolas and red-tipped nipples. I see those tits are as clear as day through her sheer blouse. Those cannot be normal. The nipples go from dark pink near her tit flesh to angry red at the nipple tips.
I said, “What is your blouse made of?”
She said, “It’s made of an expensive white silk imported from China. I think it’s pretty, don’t you? It’s very soft. Would you like to feel the silk?”
I raised my eyebrows and said, “I would indeed.”
Amiyah took my right hand and placed it right over her left breast. She moved her hand up and down, so I was softly rubbing the silk blouse and also her breast. Then she rubbed it over her other breast. Then she took it and put it on her leg and dragged it up to her bare cunt lips. Looking me straight in the eyes, she moved my hand there until I took over rubbing her snatch.
She said, “Can you help with the little buttons? I’m still overheated.”
The blouse has tiny white buttons.
I had a hand on each tit over her blouse, “Mmm, yes you do seem overheated.”
I slowly began to unbutton each teeny button. As I went down her body, I paused to kiss each new uncovered spot all over. I was nowhere near the bottom when I could smell her cunt.
I continued slowly, paying homage to each breast. I tasted their red tips to see if they tasted like cherries. I stroked each breast lovingly.
“Ahhhhhhh, mmmmmmm ... makemecum makemecum makemecum ... Mmmmmmm...”
I pushed Amiyah against the wall and got on my knees. I used my head to push her skirt up because my hands were busy with the nicest tits I think I have ever touched. Each a handful of teardrop-shaped beauties. They are fine as a frog’s hair,” as the man says.
I latched onto her ample clitoris with my lips and suckled it like I was a hungry puppy dog. I played my tongue up, down, sideways, and in circles. I made squares and triangles, whatever it took. Amiyah began to shake like hell. She got so excited I had to grab her ass cheeks to keep her from falling or stepping sideways.
“OOOOOHHHHHH FFFUUUCKKKK, I’m cummmmmiinngggg ... YAAAAHHhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaa...”
I kept licking her as she lethargically came down from her big cum. I got off the hard floor and stood up to embrace her. She sucked my tongue painfully into her hot little mouth. She’s still hungry. Is she trying to swallow my fucking tongue. That hurts.
I complained, “MMMMMMM, ouch!”
“Sorry, it’s just that you’re so tasty.”
‘Here, I thought I was the vampire; tasting women’
Amiyah shifted and dropped her linen skirt, catching it before it hit the floor. She took me by the hand into a nearby room. It has one remaining piece of furniture, an old double dresser. She lay her skirt over the dresser and lay her chest on the skirt, thus presenting her perfect ass to me. She has the lovely ass of a young girl, not a middle aged woman. Oh boy!
That’s ass being presented to me this way is kinky. I haven’t held this position in decades.
I grabbed hold of her fine ass cheeks. They are firm and round and pooch out just enough. A teenage ass? Certainly not the bum of a middle-aged woman. I bit one cheek. Oh ya. Bill has diddled her. He made improvements; he even mentioned that in passing.
“Owie.”
It was a quiet, playful “owie.” I leaned back and looked at her slit below her dark pink rosette. Her labia are completely bare. I’d felt that earlier on my chin and upper lip. Her pussy is puffy and I see it glistens.
I kicked my shoes aside and loosened my belt, then drew my trousers off. I walked up to Amiyah’s ass and lined myself up. I eased myself into her fat slit. She must do something to keep it healthy, some exercise, because her cunt is remarkably tight. By the time I am most of the way in her, her cunt got overly active.
I stood there, slowly pressed to her as I lazily ran my hands up and down her back. I caress her lovely bum cheeks. I caress the parts of her upper legs I can reach. I look at her as I fuck her while looking at her asshole. That fucker, puckers and winks at me. I slid out and accidentally on purpose poked it at her butt-hole.
“YESSssss ... That’s exactly what I want.”
I insisted, “I’m big?”
“I KNOW. I like it big. Bill has ruined me for normal-sized men, not that there have been any since I met him.”
I dipped my wick in the soggy well of her pussy again and placed it where Amiyah wanted it. Then I slid it slowly into her asshole in steps.
WHATTTT!!! OH - FUCK - ME! You’re just what the doctor ordered.
When I reached the bottom, no pun intended, I started to pick up the pace. Her insides are boiling. Thanks to her pussy I am well lubed. I started hammering myself into her ass on every stroke. I used a thumb on her clit as I took her.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, YAAAHHHH! UHNnnnnnnnggggg...”
Her asshole about snapped my cock off. I leaned in hard and ground myself on her round bottom as I filled her asshole with my spunk.
I grunted, “UUHhhhh...”
I put my right leg on the dresser as I stayed connected to her. After a pause, I rooted around in her bum. I rubbed her butt cheeks against me as I dribble the last bit inside her.
We slowly got up and extracted ourselves from the awkward position we were in. Silly woman took me by the hand downstairs. It felt so incongruous. We are both naked and walking on our bare feet over a filthy, dirty floor. My cock is sticking straight out there, still hard. We washed each other’s privates in the old sink. The pump is the only thing that works here.
We went back upstairs, where she showed me the rest of the upstairs. Besides the hallway, there are three small bedrooms, each with no closets, and a small bathroom. I stopped her to hold her as I kissed her several times. I make sure to run my hands all over her. We got more embraces and cuddles from each other, then I got information about this dump of a house.
The bathing room was/is small closet with a rusty tin tub leaning against the wall. Water has to be brought up the stairs. What I do with the dirty water is my problem.
Ya, I’m not loving this place at all. Its size is small and inadequate. It’s old, and everything is rundown.
Gigziks sent. “We are watching and thinking if you get this for a good price, we can fix it up really nicely. It will be bigger when we’re finished. We will add bathrooms like the one at your boarding house. Later, we will add a large cellar. Twist Amiyah’s nipples hard so you get a good bargain from her. She’s rich and wants to offload this P-O-S.”
“P-O-S?”
She said. “Piece Of Shit, POS is short for Piece Of Shit.”
Amiyah said, “I have seen that look. You’re talking to someone else, aren’t you?”
I said, “Yes. They are telling me all the things that need to be replaced, to bring this forward a hundred years or more. “If I buy it, it needs to be at a low price because of all the money I will need to spend. Money to make it livable. Plus, there is no furniture. That alone is another minor fortune.”
We haggled.
“This place is worth 200 pounds for the land, tops. I would be better off tearing the house down and starting over with a clean design. In fact, I think I will do just that.”
Amiyah said, “I have at least 1800 pounds tied up in the property. I couldn’t sell it for one pound less than that.”
I said, “Good luck with that 1800 pounds figure. You will need a gun to get more than 250. I won’t pay 1800, that is such a ridiculous amount of money for a tumbledown shack.”
She snarled, “Shack! I’d burn it myself and sell the land. 250 my ass!”
Ed said. “She bought it at auction. The previous owner was killed in a card game that had turned into a duel. He owned five rental properties, and she got Williamsburg to put them together as a package.”
He said. Nobody else wanted five old rental properties. She probably has three hundred pounds in this house unless there was a kickback to combine them.”
“Add to that fact, the previous renter stole most of the furniture. Shouldn’t that be deducted from the already low worth? It was not nice furniture, so you would not have wanted it anyway.”
As we walked back to her office, Amiyah and I playfully bickered over the price. I realized she enjoyed haggling, and she particularly liked being around me. She touched me often. When I got lower in pitch while arguing, I could tell she became wet in her panties. We arrived at her office, and her assistant Mariam brought us tea and cookies. Mariam stayed and listened in.
During a break in the negotiations, Amiyah asked Mariam to get a damp towel. The woman was soon back, and I watched Amiyah, at a loss as to what Mariam had done. She removed Amiyah’s jacket and opened her blouse. She used the damp towel to wipe across Amiyah’s stunning breasts. At first she wiped her tits, and then she wiped further down.
Mariam managed to remove Amiyah’s skirt. Mariam got down on her knees to do a better job of wiping Amiyah’s legs and even her pussy. I watched in amazement as Mariam leaned forward to lick Amiyah’s cunt. I watched as she licked Amiyah to a full orgasm.
“Oh, Fuck, yesssss! Mmmm ... sweet, sweet Mariam.” Amiyah had her fingers in Mariam’s hair and held her lovingly.
This was obviously not the first time she had ‘serviced’ her boss. It went as if it were a stage play.
Amiyah said, “Get a fresh cloth, dear. I am sure our guest, Mr. Childress, would like to be cooled off as well.”
Wordlessly, the woman took the towel and scurried out of the room. She soon came back and looked in my eyes questionably, so I nodded my assent. Her little hands soon opened my shirt, and she wiped my chest. It did feel nice and cool.
Mariam took my shoes off and rubbed each foot. Then she put a hand on my belt and gave me another look. I nodded, it was OK to go ahead.
She undid my belt and unbuttoned my trousers. She grabbed my waistband, so I pushed myself off the chair a few inches, and she pulled my pants down and off.
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